Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 463: Sword Cultivation, Cultivating the Cauldron (Two in One)

The shadow of the silver-footed snow frog disappeared. Zhong He exhaled, bowed, and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Fang, for your help. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid my foundation would be severely damaged..."

"There's no need to be so polite between fellow disciples."

Fang Yi's expression was indifferent.

He and Zhong He were just using each other, and this time he took action only for the information about the Hanling Secret Realm.

"Brother Zhong, what kind of danger is there in the Hanling Secret Realm that could have injured you so severely?

Could it be that a little beast king comparable to Fake Dan Zhenren has taken action?"

"This"

Zhong He hesitated to speak, because what he encountered in the Hanling Secret Realm was related to the chance of forming a pill.

The immortal way values ​​privacy, and even if Fang Yi helps him, he is still unwilling to reveal this matter.

Zhong He pondered for a moment and activated his magic power.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and the rosy face turned pale in an instant.

"Junior Brother Fang, I've injured my vitality this time and need to retreat for a while to recuperate. I'll have to trouble you to take care of all the matters concerning the Examination Pavilion."

Before Fang Yi could speak, Zhong He turned around and gave instructions to his disciple Fan Chen, who looked worried.

"Chen'er, although your uncle helped me to remove my old injuries, my vitality has been damaged and I need to recuperate for a long time.
During my retreat, you will follow Junior Brother Fang Yi's lead in all matters concerning the Examination Hall."

"Yes, disciple obeys your command." Fan Chen bowed, as if thinking about something.

Zhong He waved his hand and a golden chain rolled out a piece of spiritual wood that was emitting cold air from the center of Zi Yang House.

"Thank you for your help, Junior Brother. This section of cold jade bamboo is a second-grade, mid-grade wood-attributed spiritual wood. I give it to you as a reward."

"Then it would be disrespectful for Junior Brother to refuse."

Seeing that Zhong He was tight-lipped and unwilling to reveal any information about the Hanling Secret Realm, Fang Yi did not force him.

With a smile on his face, he took the spiritual wood.

'Hmm? This is...'

Feeling the chill in the cold jade bamboo, he calmly put the cold jade bamboo away in the soul-sealing jade box.

Afterwards, he exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhong He and left with Qin Yu.

After Fang Yi left, Zhong He waved his sleeves and an ancient formation plate was raised.

Runes flowed on the array plate, gray runes flowed, and clouds and mist spewed out, isolating the inside and outside of Zi Yang Residence.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Fan Chen looked at Zhong He's rosy complexion in surprise, which was completely different from what he had just said about his severe loss of vitality.

Zhong He glanced in the direction of Qingzhi Tower, his expression calm, and began to explain.

"Fang Yi's reputation as a great doctor is well-deserved. He just removed the cold poison from me and also replenished my vitality.
I have some minor injuries, but I am generally fine now."

After a brief pause, Zhong He pointed his finger, and a token flew out and merged into a stone wall of Ziyanju.

The stone wall opened to the left and right, and cold air gushed out.

The purple robe flowed, bringing out a warmth that isolated the cold.

Zhong He took Fan Chen into the secret room filled with legal prohibitions.

Fan Chen was shocked when he saw the many prohibitions in the secret room, such as locking the soul, concealing the essence, and concealing the energy.

I have followed my master to this Examination Pavilion for seven or eight years, and I never thought that Zi Yang Residence was so secretive.

"Chen'er, when this Examination Pavilion was built, a Jindan Realm master set up a large formation, and the pavilion was filled with magical restrictions.

As a nail, firmly nailed to Fengling Fairy City.

If it weren't for this, why would the True Masters of the Jiuqu lineage be so cautious? The Pavilion Master of the Examination Pavilion in all previous generations could only be a cultivator in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Zhong He shot out a ray of spiritual light, which restricted the flow of things. The stone wall closed again, isolating the inside and outside.

"Besides, every generation of Pavilion Masters has contributed to the Pavilion. There are so many secrets hidden in the Pavilion. I'm afraid there are real masters in the sect who know them.
It's just a secret room, what's the big deal?"

Fan Chen seemed to be lost in thought.

Zhong He, Master Bai Lu, and the Dan seeds of Tiandaowu can stay in Fengling Fairy City permanently.

It should be because of the matter of Hanling Secret Realm, and the real people from various factions have joined forces to put pressure on it.

"Master, how long can you stay in Fengling Immortal City?"

"how long?
This depends on the opportunity in the Hanling Secret Realm, how much it is worth."

Zhong He looked into the secret room and saw dark legs bound by several chains covered with runes, with a cold air surging from the legs.

He consumed his magical power and summoned his life-saving magical weapon, the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword. The twelve magical prohibitions in the sword lit up one by one, and a cold light shone.

"Crack!"

Two palm-sized limbs were chopped off by the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword.

"Chen'er, take these two spiritual objects back to the mountain gate. Ask your uncle Yan Kui to use one as a basis to refine a top-grade cold-removing magic weapon.
A request for Master Shao Yuan to help you with the game and refine the Cold Elixir."

Zhong He's eyes were dim.

Although I suffered a lot during the trip to the Hanling Secret Realm two years ago, I did not gain nothing.

Master Yan Kui is a second-grade, top-grade weapon refiner. With the help of this spiritual material, he is able to refine a top-grade magic weapon to dispel cold.

Shao Yuanzi, as a fake alchemy master, is one of the rare quasi-third-level alchemists in Xuanyang Mountain.

Although it costs a lot, the elixir obtained from the sacrifice is bound to be better than the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment.
The flying sword in his sleeve hummed loudly, and Zhong He's face showed determination.

"Xuanlu from the Bishui Pavilion, Hongzhuang from the Hehuan Sect, and Chihai from the Baigu Sect are all old friends.
You can fight for the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment. I, Zhong He, will gladly accept the Dan-forming bond from the Hanling Secret Realm."

The next day.

Fengling Fairy City, under the South Gate Archway.

Fan Chen, dressed in blue, left the city in a hurry.

He slapped his storage bag and a green flying boat flew out.

"boom!"

The power of the wind spirit swirled around, and the flying boat carried Fan Chen towards Xuanyang Mountain.

After the flying boat leaves.

A graceful female cultivator chased after him, waving a long silk magic weapon.

Not long after the female cultivator left, another petite female cultivator activated her pearl and followed closely behind.
The two foundation-building monks each displayed their magical powers, concealing their aura and following.

Beneath the ground, a topaz-colored light emitted spiritual light.

Fang Yi stroked Qijie's shiny fur and spoke softly.

"Those old guys from the Hehuan Sect and the Bishui Pavilion really can't help themselves.
Xiaoqi, let’s follow too.”

An hour later.

Fan Chen stepped on the flying boat, and the strong wind blew, making his robe rustle.

He felt the undisguised aura behind him.

"Let's go! Master has given us such an important instruction, we must not be caught up!"

He clenched his five fingers into a fist and pounded his chest.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of essence and blood spurted out and merged into the flying boat. The spiritual light flowed, mixed with a hint of blood.

"call out!"

The flying boat suddenly soared several stories high.

"Why are you so anxious, my friend? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

A cold voice echoed, Fan Chen was in a trance, and the speed of the flying boat suddenly slowed down.

The jade crown on his head gave off a cool feeling, and Fan Chen's face changed and he came back to his senses.

"Charm? Oops!"

The magic spells in his hands changed, and he wanted to perform the blood sacrifice again, but it was still too late.

"Crash!"

A long moon-white silk ribbon danced and attacked the flying boat. As the long silk ribbon rolled up, the magic restriction of the green flying boat collapsed.

The Egret Monk has a veil on her face, a graceful figure, and steam rising from her body.

"Young man, hand over your storage bag and I'll spare your life."

"Don't even think about it!" Fan Chen's expression changed. He slapped his storage bag and a green flying sword chopped towards Master Bai Lu.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Master Bailu frowned slightly.

A few days ago, Fang Yi took action to remove the cold poison from Zhong He, with the guidance of Xuan Zhi, a second-class top-grade spiritual doctor.

Naturally, I know that Master Zhong He's vitality has long been restored.

Pretending to be in seclusion, he must have other motives.

Sure enough, after secretly observing for a few days, they discovered that Fan Chen had left Fengling Fairy City and was heading towards Xuanyang Mountain.

Half an hour later.

"boom"

The spiritual tide rolled, and a long moon-white silk magic weapon danced like a spirit snake.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and feeling the flying sword full of cracks in his hand, Fan Chen's limbs went limp and his face showed despair.

Master Bai Lu had a cold expression on his face. He waved his hand and the storage bag on Fan Chen's waist flew into his hand.

"Sister Bai, why do you have to bully the weak like this? You are unworthy of being a righteous cultivator."

A charming voice sounded, and a red gem spewed out fire and blasted towards Master Bai Lu.

"boom!"

The long silk magic weapon was waved, the red gem was rotating, and the two top-grade magic weapons collided, setting off waves of spiritual tides.

Looking at the corner of the Jade Moon Shade in his hand, which was slightly burnt, Master Bai Lu's expression turned grim.

"He Huan Sect's lowly servant! How did you know this?"

"Giggle!"

The petite lady in red makeup, wearing a pink veil, covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I don't know what secrets this disciple Zhong He has. But if you keep an eye on Sister Bai Lu, you will always gain something.
Now it seems that Hongzhuang was not wrong."

The finger gestures in the sleeves of the Lady in Red Makeup changed, and a pink silk thread flew silently towards Fan Chen.

"Sister Bai Lu, we haven't seen each other for a long time. We need to be intimate with each other for a while!"

"Don't even think about it, bitch!"

Facing his old rival, Master Bai Lu's magical power surged and his spiritual consciousness was firmly locked on Fan Chen.

Although Master Hongzhuang acted in secret, she was still discovered by him.

"Buzz!"

A deep blue flying sword was raised, steam rising and spiritual light flowing, slashing towards the pink silk thread.

"boom!"

Master Bai Lu has a graceful figure, her feet stepping on the emerald green water waves, her long silk ribbon dancing, and her flying swords in her hand.

The red gem breathed out fire, the red-dressed lady's robe rustled, and her white and tender hands continuously performed secret spells.

One of them was from the Hehuan Sect, and the other was a true disciple of the Bishui Pavilion. Both of them had profound background and many tricks up their sleeves.

Half an hour later.

Ten feet underground.

Fang Yi was already wearing a black robe, his face was withered, and he was surrounded by ghostly and gloomy aura.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi frowned, feeling a sharp sword intent suddenly emerging from behind Fan Chen.

"[Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique] The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Zhong He has indeed left a backup plan."

Thinking about the spiritual poison that he had intercepted, Fang Yi seemed to be lost in thought.

"It seems that Zhong He has found the whereabouts of the Jindan spiritual object, otherwise there would be no need to act so anxiously."

[The Sutra of Life and Death] is turned in advance, and the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins is activated.

Yin energy, ghost energy, and corpse energy emerged on the banner, and a pool of blood and flesh was faintly visible on the banner.

In the mud, there was a sinister old man in a black robe, his face was dark, his pupils were gloomy, and he held a bronze axe in his hand.

Green phosphorous flames are dotted around, and corpse energy is surging, ready to launch a full-strength attack at any time.

At the same time, a fierce spirit floated out from Fang Yi's sleeve, invisible and approaching Fan Chen.

"Zheng!"

The golden flying sword emitted sword light, and was extremely sharp.

First, he cut off a piece of the green moon yarn, and then continued to cut a crack on the red gem.

"How is that possible? You and I are both at the ninth level of foundation building!!"

"How could this be?"

Master Bai Lu saw the sword marks on the green moon gauze and her face changed drastically.

Master Hongzhuang looked at the pearl in her hand with heartache, activated her magic power, and fled towards Fengling Fairy City like a ghost.

"Want to go?"

Master Zhong He held the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes.

This involved the opportunity to achieve Dan formation in the Hanling Secret Realm. Even if it was difficult to kill Bai Lu and Hong Zhuang, he still had to injure them severely to reduce the pressure for the secret realm.

"The seeds for forming a pill are also different."

"Zheng!"

The twelve magical prohibitions on the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword lit up, and the sword light flickered, encircling Hongzhuang and Bailu.

Zhong He fought with all his strength, fighting one against two and actually gaining the upper hand.

The golden flying swords flew everywhere, suppressing the two female cultivators so much that they had no power to resist.

Under the ground, Fang Yi's expression changed slightly.

“Sword cultivator!

Unexpectedly, Zhong He actually mastered the [Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique].

The power of killing is terrifying.

If we were to talk about combat power, among the foundation-building cultivators, only Zhang Hengyi could surpass him with his solid foundation."

"Zheng!"

With a sound of sword sound, the azure flying sword driven by Master Bai Lu was split into two.

Zhong He's aura surged another three points.

Fang Yi frowned, sighed, and changed the magic gestures with his fingertips.

“This cannot go on any longer.

Using two cultivators of the same level to sharpen his sword, if Zhong He were to really kill them, he would probably have an epiphany one day.

Nourish the sword with blood and cultivate a top-notch swordsman. There is no need to fight for the opportunity to form a pill in the Hanling Secret Realm.

Xuanyang Mountain actually has such a skilled warrior, it is truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

Fang Yi's magic power surged, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world behind him swayed.

In the small cave of withering and flourishing.

The sinister old man smiled strangely, and a pair of skinny but extremely terrifying hands stretched out from the banner.

Yin and dark runes appeared on the big hand, and phosphorus fire ignited. The five fingers of the big hand had distinct joints, and it grabbed towards Zhong He slowly but quickly.

A big hand clasped its five fingers together, tightly gripping a bronze mountain axe.

"Buzz!"

"who!"

Zhong He was shocked. He never thought that there was another cultivator hiding.

He practiced the [Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique] and his swordsmanship became so sharp that he could almost act on impulse.

How can a cultivator of the same level hide his identity?

Master Bailu, who felt the decline of his energy, was obviously inferior to Master Hongzhuang, who had a ghostly figure.

Zhong He's face turned grim, and an iron and wooden shield flew out from his sleeve, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy, causing ripples.

Then he lightly tapped his fingertips, and the power of the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword increased by another three points, slashing down towards Master Bailu.

Fang Yi sensed the power of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, and a faint blue blade flashed in his hand.

Dark runes flowed on the skinny hand and slapped it onto the iron and wooden shield.

"Boom!"

The iron and wooden shadow was broken, and dense cracks appeared on the black shield.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Seeing the cracks continue to grow, it finally blocked the attack of the skinny big hand.

Then the bronze axe fell.

"boom!"

The shield exploded, and the bronze axe, surrounded by the aura of death, continued to move forward towards Zhong He.

"The old fellow from the White Bone Sect!"

Zhong He was filled with murderous intent and urged his flying sword to chop at the bronze axe.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, air waves rolled, and a ghostly figure emerged from beside Fan Chen.

Grabbed the storage bag.

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, his blood surged, he sat on the horse with a low waist, gathering strength and concentration.

"boom!"

Punch out.

"Damn it!"

Zhong He had already fallen from his state of near enlightenment. His eyes were red with murderous intent. He urged his magic sword to chop down at the fist shadow.

"Zheng!"

The golden sword light turned, and the fist shadow was split in half, but Fang Yi had already disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, Master Bailu cast an ice escape talisman, and Master Hongzhuang coughed up a mouthful of blood and performed the blood escape technique.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared.

"Asshole! Old bastard from the White Bone Sect, wait for me!"

A hundred miles outside the battlefield.

Fang Yi's magic power surged in his hands, washing away the mark left by Fan Chen on the storage bag.

"Boom!"

Within a few breaths, the mark collapsed and the spiritual object in the storage bag tilted.

"Huh? Sure enough, not."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, looking at the spiritual stone magic weapon on the ground, but there was no clue he needed.

"Forget it, fortunately there is a way to intercept the spiritual poison."

Three days later.

In Qingzhi Tower, an underground cave, the misty spiritual energy is mixed with a hint of bloody smell.

"squeak!"

A first-grade, mid-quality white-haired rat, bound by dozens of azure silk threads.

A strange black poisonous fog fell, turning frost into snow, freezing the flesh and soul.

The white-haired rat howled miserably and was frozen by the cold air. In just half a breath, it completely lost its vitality.

Fang Yi felt the changes in the blood and vitality within the white-haired rat demon's body.

He frowned slightly, shook his hand, and retracted the azure hair.

"This quality of Yinming snake venom? It seems my Senior Brother Zhong He has gained quite a lot during his trip to the Hanling Secret Realm."

In the cave, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, supported by a green auspicious cloud.

Around the auspicious clouds, a trace of bloody smell emanated, and dozens of monsters with stiff limbs were spread all over.

First-grade low-grade green-leaf sheep, first-grade medium-grade white-haired rat, first-grade high-grade green-tailed cattle
At the corners, there are two majestic stone elephants wearing rock armor, emitting the aura of a quasi-second-level monster.
Fang Yi looked at the Yinming snake venom that was nourished by the flesh and blood of many monsters and became thicker.

He shook his head slightly.

“The Yinming snake venom that was taken from Zhong He’s hand during the extraction was truly bizarre.

If you want to prepare a detoxification formula to deal with the Yinming Snake, these test beasts may not be enough."

Fang Yi pointed his finger.

Bone-chilling wind blowing.
Soul-sucking magic green phantom phosphorus sparks.
Blood coagulation technique, gathering the blood and energy of monsters.
After a while, the monster's skeleton had transformed into bone beads, soul-condensing liquid, beast blood jade, and other first-level spiritual materials.
Fang Yi's mind moved, and he held the blue lotus flag in his hand. The flag swayed, and blue light filled the air, and a blue lotus bloomed.

Strands of black poisonous mist gathered and rolled, transforming into a one-foot-long Yinming Snake.

The snake's tongue flicked out slightly, but the poisonous mist was always restrained by the Green Lotus Flag.

"A near-third-level spiritual poison? It seems a little off."

Fang Yi thought about the results of testing the poison on dozens of monsters and was a little confused.

The venom of this Yinming snake seems to have reached the quasi-third level in terms of toxicity.

But if this is the case, Zhong He will find it difficult to escape with his life and hide the information about the Hanling Secret Realm.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and gave instructions to Gu Jiushang who was standing beside him.

"Mr. Gu, these days, besides delivering elixirs to Lanyuexuan on a regular basis,

Take a break and go to Changle Valley. I will test the spiritual poison and some monks will test the poison.
Although the Wei family was severely damaged, with only one master at the foundation building stage left, they could not hold back, lest they revive.
The Wei family's foundation-building seeds have excellent roots, and their talents are perfectly utilized."

"Master, I understand."

Gu Jiushang bowed and left with his wooden crutch.

Ten days later, in the underground cave.

A pale-faced Qigong cultivator woke up from his coma.

Looking at the monk in the cave, wearing a black robe and with a majestic aura.

Before Wei Shisan could open his mouth, a three-foot-long black snake shot out and bit his neck.

"what!!!!"

A miserable scream was heard, Wei Shisan's face was tense, veins bulged, and muscles twitched continuously.

But in just three breaths, it turned into a pool of pus.

"The last one is the three foundation-building seeds of the Wei family, and the seven late-stage Qi training cultivators.
Now that it has been used up, the source of this spiritual poison is still unknown."

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag and raised a jade wine vessel. The vessel tilted and released a huge suction force.

Absorb the venom of the Yinming snake.

Gu Jiushang stood with his hands hanging down and reminded.

"Master, in Fengling Fairy City, all the quasi-second-level beast pets that can be purchased have already been bought.

The cultivators of the Wei family who were in the late stage of Qi training had already exhausted their
If you want to find monsters and cultivators to test medicine, Fengling Fairy City can no longer provide them."

Fang Yi cast several spells to seal the Jade Jue magic weapon, and then took out a soul-sealing box.

After sealing the Jade Jue magic weapon inside and sticking a Qi-locking talisman on it, he frowned.

"After expending numerous human resources and using numerous demonic beasts, we have finally uncovered the true nature of this Yinming Snake's venom.

Quasi-third-level spiritual poison."

Fang Yi asked, "Mr. Gu, has there been any activity in the Examination Hall recently?"

"As Master expected, although Master Zhonghe has closed his door to visitors, his disciple Fan Chen has already left the Examination Hall."

Gu Jiushang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"And if I'm not mistaken, Zhong He should be following us in secret, trying to lure the snake out of its hole."

"Are we going back to Xuanyang Mountain again?"

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. Some time ago, he asked Yang Xuanyi to inquire about the news of the Hanling Secret Realm.

Zhang Hengyi has already replied.

There is an opportunity to form a pill in the secret realm of Hanlin, but many major sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Baigumen, and Bishui Pavilion already know about it.

In order to avoid being taken advantage of by the beast tide and the monks from Nanli Kingdom.

The Jindan masters of each sect have reached a tacit understanding that the Jindan seeds of their disciples will take action.

Zhong He, even if you send a letter to Xuanyang Mountain, you will not be able to mobilize monks to come to your aid.

However, with the support of others in the sect, we can still climb a few more points in the difficult areas.
Six Jindan forces.

They were both concerned, and sending out a Jindan seed at the ninth level of the foundation building stage was already the limit.

The Bell Crane of Xuanyang Mountain
The Red Skeleton of the White Bone Sect
Egrets at Bishui Pavilion
Red Makeup of the Hehuan Sect
Fang Yi had already met three of these four Jindan seeds.

Each of them is worthy of the title of Jindan seeds carefully cultivated by the great sect.

"The six factions are intertwined and intertwined, if they want to seize the opportunity to form a pill in the Hanling Secret Realm.

As long as I'm afraid that the fake Dan Zhenren will take action, it will be quite troublesome."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then raised the Five Poison Cauldron.

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron was turning quietly, and ancient spiritual characters were circulating. He activated his magic power and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"The six factions are entangled with each other and are hindering each other.

I will first cultivate the cauldron. If I can break through my physical cultivation, whether it is to seize an opportunity or to rebuild my foundation.
It’s much easier.”

"The Xuan Yang Yang Shen San, refined with my essence and blood, supplemented with secret techniques, is enough for Chun Yue to break through to the late stage of foundation building.
By then"

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, his face turned pale, and he threw a spiritual medicine into the cauldron.

“If you take something in advance, you must give it first.”

The aroma of medicine was steaming, blood was surging, and the shadow of a sturdy demon god was looming behind Fang Yi.

Three days later.

Lan Yuexuan.

Master Chunyue had a smile on his face and gently waved the round fan in his hand.

"Master Gu, did you say Brother Fang Dao has a solution to the problem of my Dharma body?"

Gu Jiushang was leaning on a wooden crutch and speaking sincerely.

"Master Chunyue, rest assured. The master has made a breakthrough in his medical skills and is already in seclusion brewing elixirs."

　I went out to drink, and I feel a little hazy. Please refresh my memory, fellow Taoists.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)