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

Chapter 478: The magic weapon is born, and everyone makes friends (two in one, please vote for me at the end of the month!)
Fang Yi's face was serious. He raised the Green Lotus Flag and, with the cooperation of the Seven Rings, covered the center of the formation.

Then he extended his spiritual consciousness and spread towards the formation.

In the void.

Several foundation-building spiritual consciousnesses, some as hot as spiritual flames, some as light as water, and some as sharp as ancient swords, interacted above the formation.

Lines of spiritual power emerged, evolving into a pure white space where many foundation-building masters conversed secretly.

A divine consciousness with a medicinal fragrance seemed to be surprised at the center of the formation, which was completely obscured.

She performed secret techniques that were difficult to detect.

“So cautious.
But it is also true that medical practitioners are not good at fighting. If Fang Yi is not careful, how can he be in charge of such a foundation as Qingzhi Tower?"

A joking voice echoed through the air. "Fellow Daoists, looking at this Five Poison Cauldron, how confident are you that it can be refined?"

A stream of divine consciousness flowed like a stream. "Magic treasures are difficult to refine. In my opinion, there is only a 40% to 50% chance of success."

"Forty to fifty percent? Fellow Daoist, you are overestimating Fang Yi." His spiritual sense was beating like a raging fire.

"In my opinion, it's only about 10% or 20% at most."

"Anyone can be Chi Hai, but you can never be Chi Hai!" Pink spiritual light flowed, interrupting the words of the fiery consciousness. "However, this fellow Taoist who hides his head and shows his tail, what he said makes sense.
Fifty percent sure, that's too high!"

A powerful aura flowed, and within his consciousness, a faint imprint of mountain ranges emerged. "My fellow Daoists are all core figures in their respective sects. How about we place a bet on the Five Poison Cauldron? Is there a chance it can be upgraded to a magical weapon?"

I think you all have already obtained the Five Poisons Transforming Cold Pearl from that old man Yin Gu."

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness, carrying a faint aura of plants, suddenly penetrated into it.

"Fellow Daoists, the Five Poisons Treasure Ban has begun to evolve. Please pay more attention to the formation."

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During the conversation, their consciousness faltered and they immediately scattered.

The foundation-building masters from various sects were a little surprised that when Fang Yi was refining the treasure cauldron, there was still room for him to extend his spiritual sense.

Fang Yi is only at the sixth level of foundation building, and a huge amount of mana and spiritual awareness is required to upgrade the magic weapon.

In the world of immortal cultivation, most of them are fake Dan Zhenren, and it is the Jindan Zhenren who take action.
"The foundation of friendship between the two countries."

"In my White Bone Sect, the secret Spiritual Bone can replenish the foundation of Taoism. If you are interested, you can find me privately."

A spiritual consciousness with a hint of charm surged.

"The cauldron of my Hehuan Sect also has this function. It can replenish the lower-grade Dao foundation. If you are interested in further advancement, you can come and talk to me."

Fang Yi smiled softly, not caring about the other spiritual senses that were sending out their conditions one after another.

He practiced the [Life and Death Flourishing Sutra], and his physical cultivation had reached the quasi-third level, with the ability to act on impulse.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Fang Yi could see clearly who was wearing a vest and who was down-to-earth.

pity.

No one could stand up to the five or six spiritual consciousnesses that revealed their aura.

The spiritual consciousness carried the fragrance of medicine, and deep inside it was hidden a faint and chaotic yin energy. It was not the spiritual doctor Xuanzhi from the Bishui Pavilion.

It is clear that she is a cultivator who practices the Way of Joy, Master Hongzhuang.

The spiritual consciousness, which was filled with explosive anger and a bit rigid, was most likely done by Master Bai Lu of the Bishui Pavilion with the help of some magical weapon.

The divine consciousness manifested by the power of the mountains is tainted with the lineage of Fengling Immortal City and the blood of Master Xiangshu.

As for the monk from the White Bone Sect who offered temptation, he was Chen Zhan from the Tiandaowu in disguise, trying to lure Fang Yi out of the sect.

The spiritual consciousness that carried a hint of allure was the product of some unknown thought on the part of Zhong He. Their behavior was surprisingly similar.

Around Fang Yi, the spiritual consciousness of Gu Jiushang and Qijie was entangled.

With the help of the [Scripture of Life and Death], the two also knew the foundation of these cultivators.

Gu Jiushang and Qijie looked at each other with strange expressions.

"No wonder these old monsters were able to complete their foundation building and plot their chance to form a pill. Their shamelessness is jaw-dropping."

Gu Jiushang felt that he had followed Fang Yi for a long time, and had made great progress in both his cultivation and his character.

However, the grand performances by the Foundation Establishment Masters in front of him still helped Gu Jiushang to make great progress.

Hong Zhuang, who was disguised as Bishui Spiritual Doctor, clearly saw through Zhong He's true identity, and the two of them sang the same tune to lure Master Xiang Shu into the trap.

Bai Lu, who intended to become the Master Chi Hai with the help of the magic weapon, didn't care about Chen Zhan who also turned into a monk of Bai Gu Sect.

The two of them flirted with each other and seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

In a corner of the formation diagram, Gu Jiushang was wrapped in a black robe and spoke helplessly.

"These old guys are really more sinister than the other, and their minds are deep. We need to be more vigilant in the future.
Fortunately, the master is wise and well-informed, and he has made preparations in advance."

"disease!"

A gray triangular flag shot out from Gu Jiushang's palm, and the brown flag moved without wind.

At the center of the formation, above the azure spiritual spring, Fang Yi felt something.

A thought flashed through his mind.

"Xiao Qi, lend a helping hand to Senior Brother Gu."

In a corner of the formation diagram, Qi Jie received Fang Yi's order, opened his mouth and spit out a jade-colored spiritual light, which fell on the thick earth and yellow rock formation diagram.

The formation diagram stretched out, ancient runes danced, and the heavy mountain aura continued to emerge.

Zhong He, Hong Zhuang, Bai Lu, Chen Zhan, Xiang Shu.
A person who has reached the stage of forming a golden core, with the Qi energy of a great sect's true teachings, was drawn out from his magic power through the formation diagram.

Gu Jiushang's magic power was surging.

A shadowy figure of Taotie with the head of an ox and the body of a horse, wolf fangs and sharp claws, and greedy eyes roared towards the sky.

"Roar!"

[Xuan Tao Secret Method: Swallowing Qi to Condense Pearls]

Green, gold, blue, red and crimson auras were sucked into the mouth of the Taotie phantom, condensing into longan-sized jade-colored gems.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged beside the azure spiritual spring. The ancient blue-gray cauldron in front of him was wrapped in gray insects.

A strange and twisted aura of Taoism, with a hint of disgust, flowed through the cauldron.

Even if there are five top-level second-level poisonous creatures, without the help of a Jindan Zhenren, it would be extremely difficult to advance the Five Poison Cauldron.

A rock mirror about ten feet in diameter, emitting a brown earth-light, with images constantly switching in the mirror.

Looking at the blurred scene in the picture, it is either separated by green gauze or hidden by the treasure map.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"The world is becoming more and more corrupt, and people's hearts are no longer the same as before. These Taoist friends are hiding so deeply.
I wanted to use the Thick Earth and Yellow Rock Formation to explore a few bones and make some plans for my trip to the Cold Spirit Secret Realm."

With a flick of his slender jade-like fingertips, a stream of green magic power shot into the rock mirror.

Seeing Gu Jiushang's back, the shadow of Taotie activated the secret method of swallowing air to condense beads, and nine Qi beads had already condensed into shape.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

He practiced the [Scripture of Life and Death and Flourishing], and not only did his Qi meridians last long, but he was also very good at sensing the Qi.

With these nine Qi beads in hand, the many Dan seeds in the Hanling Secret Realm in the future will not be able to hide their identities.

“Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you make careful plans before taking action.

Unfortunately, we haven't been able to find out more about Zhong He, Hong Zhuang and the others."

Fang Yi looked at the Five Poison Cauldron, where the twelve magical bans merged into one and evolved into a ray of precious light, but in the end, they were unable to evolve into a magical ban.

He glanced at the distorted Dao rhyme with disgust.

"What Bai Lu said is not wrong. Even if you have a chance, you can still achieve the goal even if you are in the middle stage of foundation building.

To upgrade the Five Poison Cauldron into a magical weapon, having a 10% to 20% chance of success is already a blessing from heaven."

A faint golden glow appeared on Fang Yi's jade-colored skin. He activated the [Three Burial Golden Body], clenched his five fingers into a fist, and hammered his chest.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood and essence was spat out, carrying with it the rich fragrance of blood, and merged into the Five Poison Cauldron.

He practiced the [Life and Death Sutra] to its fullest potential, and one ancient seal after another fell.

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron vibrated, and a vast aura flowed.

Miasma surrounded the place, the sound of insects crawling echoed, and thumb-sized black insects with twisted bodies continued to pour out of the mouth of the cauldron.

But the distorted Dao rhyme seemed to be slowly dissipating under the nourishment of essence and blood.

"disease!"

There was a gleam in Fang Yi's eyes, the magic gestures in his hands changed, and then several mouthfuls of blood spurted out.

"Ultimately, we still have to rely on blood sacrifice."

His eyes were deep as he looked at the black spider, golden centipede, and spiritual toad in the Five Poison Cauldron. The five poison runes were jumping and connected.

A gray treasure restriction slowly evolved.

The bright sun rises in the east, the silver moon sets in the west, the golden crow flies, and the jade rabbit walks.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred days and nights have passed.

Above Changle Valley, the atmosphere was gloomy, with dark clouds hundreds of feet high gathering and golden lightning looming in them.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and golden lightning struck.

"Buzz!"

Above the brown light curtain evolved from the thick earth and yellow rock formation, five-colored spiritual light flowed, and the virtual shadows of mountains appeared.

"Crack!"

The shadow of a mountain was shattered, the magic power flowed, the earth piled up into a mountain, and another shadow of a mountain appeared, and it continued endlessly.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning struck down with tremendous power.

In the center of Changle Valley, Fang Yi's robe rustled as he cast spells in his hands, merging into the Five Poison Cauldron, which was becoming increasingly powerful and stirring up the spiritual tide.

He didn't care about the catastrophe of the formation of the magic weapons gathered outside Changle Valley.

When cultivators are refining magic weapons, stirring up spiritual tides, and evolving treasure calamities, they must be extremely cautious with ordinary fake elixirs.

He was afraid that if he lost his guard for a moment, the magic weapon that he had spent so much effort on would be destroyed by thunder.

But the current situation of Changle Valley.

Zhong He of Xuanyang Mountain, Bai Lu of Bishui Pavilion, Chen Zhan of Tiandaowu, Hong Zhuang of Hehuan Sect, Chi Hai of Baigu Sect, and Master Xiang Shu of Fengxian City.
Each of them has profound background and is the true core of each major force.

Not to mention all of them, even if half of them joined forces, the fake Dan Zhenren would also retreat.

If the formation is like this, even with the power of the Thick Earth and Yellow Rock Formation, it will still not be able to survive the treasure catastrophe.

The fake Dan Zhenren in the entire Dayun cultivation world should not even think about owning the natal treasure.

"Boom!"

The golden lightning was stopped by the mountain scenery evolved from the thick soil and yellow rock formation.

The energy in the Five Poison Cauldron is also constantly rising.

"disease!"

Fang Yi cast the last spell in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The sound of bells and tripods rang out, quickly filling the entire Changle Valley.

"boom!"

The bronze spiritual light shot up into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the thick and oppressive calamity clouds in the sky were diluted a little.

"The five poisons are born and die, and there is a way to cure them!"

Fang Yi waved his hand, and the ancient bronze tripod turned into the size of a palm and fell into his hand.

His spiritual sense swept across and felt the cultivator's greed that was hard to conceal in the formation diagram.

He lifted his boots and took a step forward, and a green auspicious cloud floated under his feet.

In Changle Valley.

Fang Yi held the Five Poison Cauldron in his hand, with wild aura swirling around him, and his Lingsang embroidered robe rustled.

The clear and deep voice echoed in the valley, suppressing the sound of thunder and lightning by a factor of three.

"Thanks to the help of fellow Taoists, this precious tripod is now complete."

"It actually worked?"

'How can it be? ’

"What a great opportunity! A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building actually created a magical weapon."

Fang Yi ignored the spiritual consciousness floating beside him, which was filled with greed, regret, or astonishment.

He waved his sleeves, and the Five Poison Cauldron emitted spiritual light, and the gray forbidden spiritual light flowed.

"disease!"

"Buzz!"

A vast and majestic aura shot up into the sky.

The distorted Dao rhyme evolved during refining was changed, and the wild energy flowed.

The rhythm of Tao flows, where all creatures survive and choose, and all things in the frosty sky compete for freedom.

The Five Poison Cauldron belched out spiritual light. A black spider wove a web, a golden centipede exhaled, a spirit toad worshipped the moon, and a dark snake coiled. A shadow swirled.

"boom!"

The wind was howling and the spiritual tide was surging. With just one strike, the gathered calamity clouds were suppressed by the Five Poison Cauldron.

Feeling the spiritual consciousness beside them, they all showed fear.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and waved his hand. The Five Poison Cauldron was surrounded by gray mist and fell into his palm.

"Blood sacrifice?"

Gu Jiushang's hoarse voice sounded.

"No wonder. No wonder."

A divine sense swept across the blood patterns on the Five Poison Cauldron, and he suddenly realized.

"So it's a blood sacrifice. No wonder someone in the middle stage of foundation building could unleash such power from a magical weapon.
What a pity, when the magic weapon was formed, it was refined with essence and blood. Only Fellow Daoist Fang can unleash the full power of this Five Poison Cauldron."

As soon as he finished speaking, several spiritual consciousnesses came one after another. After a few breaths, they all left with a little regret.

A white bone talisman that faintly emanated a quasi-third-level aura was collected by Master Chi Hai.

Xia Zhengxuan and Xia Zhengzheng looked at each other.

One of them put away the whisk in his palm that was shining with precious light, and the other gradually restrained the magic power that was poured into the gem in his sleeve.

The lady in red makeup was wearing a green gauze, her creamy skin was faintly visible.

Her beautiful eyes moved with charm, turning into a pink light and falling in front of Fang Yi.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I wonder if you are interested in becoming my Taoist partner.

I can swear a vow to my inner demon that after the pill is formed, I will devote all my energy to collecting the spiritual objects that can form the pill for you, my fellow Taoist."

"Shameless slave!
You, a female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, are fickle and capricious. Everyone knows this.
How could Fellow Daoist Fang marry you, Hongzhuang?"

Master Bailu, wearing a moon-white robe, came from the air, carrying Master Xuanzhi, who was carrying a green vine medicine bag on his back.

Seeing Fang Yi looking at her, there was a hint of kindness on her cold face.

"Junior Brother Fang, Xuanyang Mountain and Bishui Pavilion are of the same origin. If you are willing to help me condense the golden elixir.

Senior Sister can make the decision. The sect’s secret inheritance of the third-level spiritual medicine [Qing Nang Medical Sutra] can be given to Junior Brother.”

Master Bai Lu slapped his storage bag, and a green jade slip, with a slight scent of powder, flew in front of Fang Yi.

"Junior Brother Fang, don't refuse. This is the first chapter of the Qing Nang Medical Classic.

As far as Senior Sister knows, there is no complete inheritance of the third-level spiritual medicine in Xuanyang Mountain.

Junior brother is extremely talented, but if you want to break through to the realm of a third-level spiritual doctor, you need a third-level inheritance."

Fang Yi frowned slightly and probed his spiritual sense into the jade slip.

After a few breaths, he looked happy.

Although this [Qing Nang Medical Classic] only has the first part, the inheritance in it is only at the first level.

However, the preparation of elixirs in medical classics, the main, secondary, auxiliary and guiding principles, cold, hot and warming tonics have broadened my horizons.

"If I could obtain the complete inheritance of the Qing Nang Medical Classic."

There was a hint of sadness in Fang Yi's eyes.

His medical skills are not at the upper level of the second grade as everyone thinks, but at the quasi-third level.

Not far from the third-level breakthrough.

But, there is a world of difference between them.

If he could obtain the third-level medical inheritance, Fang Yi would have a 60% to 70% chance of breaking through to the third-level spiritual medical skills.

Cultivation of immortality and hundreds of arts.

Whether it's pills, talismans, formations, weapons, or spiritual medicine, puppets, or spiritual plants.
As long as one can break through the third level, it means that the cultivator has achieved something in this way, established his own lineage, and left his name in history.

Even a Jindan Zhenren must be respected.

Therefore, if one cultivates the Hundred Arts of Immortals to the third level, he will also be called a master.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, looking at Zhong He, Hong Zhuang and Master Chi Hai with surging eyes.

"call!"

He exhaled a breath of foul air, then waved his sleeves and threw the jade slip back in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

Fang Yi smiled apologetically

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist Bai Lu, for your appreciation. However, it takes a lot of effort for you all to help me refine the treasure.

I, however, cannot be partial to one and neglect my fellow Taoists."

"Junior Brother Fang, have you thought it through?"

Master Bai Lu frowned slightly, feeling puzzled that a third-level inheritance could not move Fang Yi.

This is the most top-notch spiritual medical inheritance in Dayun’s cultivation world.

"Junior Brother Fang, you must think carefully. If you miss this opportunity, you may never have another chance to learn the [Qing Nang Medical Classic] in your lifetime.

"With only the Xuanyang Mountain inheritance, it would be extremely difficult for you to reach the third level of spiritual medicine in this lifetime!"

"Zheng!"

With the sound of a sword ringing, Zhong He, wearing a gold crown on his head and a gray cloak on his body, locked the sharp sword light on Master Bai Lu.

"Junior Sister Bai Lu, Junior Brother Fang Yi is a cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain. This is the inheritance of the spiritual medicine way.

There will be a master from the sect to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

"Ah!"

Master Bai Lu sneered, and then his eyes fell on Chen Zhan, who was half a step behind Zhong He, wearing a gray robe and a long sword on his waist.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, you still have this personality in Tiandaowu.

With Xuanyang Mountain's strength, aren't you worried about being swallowed up?"

"Egret!"

A murderous look flashed across Zhong He's eyes. He took a step forward and protected Fang Yi behind him.

The charm of it is self-evident.

There was a deep look in Fang Yi's eyes.

He knew the reason why Zhong He, Bai Lu and others changed their attitudes drastically.

In the past, even if he could refine second-grade high-quality spiritual medicine, he could only barely become a second-grade high-quality spiritual doctor.

The way of spiritual medicine is ultimately not as helpful to the path of cultivators as the four ways of elixir, talismans, formations, and weapons.

He is looked up to by Bai Lu, Hong Zhuang, Chi Hai and other people who are the Jindan seeds that have emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Most likely it was with the help of the east wind from the Hanling Secret Realm.

Even with the help of the Seven Rings, Fang Yi's apparent combat power is only close to the first-class level among the great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

In a trance with the eighth-level foundation-building cultivator.

There is still a big gap between them and the top-notch ninth-level foundation-building Jindan seeds in major Jindan sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu.

This is about refining the Five Poison Cauldron.

If it weren't for the Yin Bone in Xiaoyuanling, there would be no quasi-third-level Five Poisons Cold Pearls for sale.

The number of monks coming to Changle Valley has been reduced by at least half.

Moreover, even if the Five Poison Cauldron is refined, cultivators like Hong Zhuang and Chi Hai may still want to snatch the magic weapon.

But now the situation is very different.
The Five Poison Cauldron in Fang Yi's hand slowly turned, and red blood lines flowed.

He waved his hand to slightly pull Zhong He away, then took a step in front of everyone.

A series of gazes, carrying the aura of a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, fell towards Fang Yi.

Seeing this, Fang Yi bowed his head and spoke sincerely.

"Whether it's Senior Brother Zhong He, or fellow Daoists Bai Lu and Xuan Zhi from the Bishui Pavilion...
Or the Red Bones Master of the White Bone Sect, the Red Makeup Master of the Hehuan Sect
Fellow Daoists have been very helpful to Fang Yidu. I have considered this again and again."

After a slight pause, Fang Yi continued speaking.

“I will no longer be involved in the affairs of the Hanling Secret Realm.

This time, after returning to Fengling Fairy City and opening the furnace for fellow Taoists, Fang will go into seclusion in Qingzhi Tower.

After the dust settles in the Hanling Secret Realm, you can come to Qingzhi Tower to find me."

"Junior Brother Fang!"

Zhong He's expression changed slightly. He never thought that Fang Yi would act like this!

The condensed energy dissipated like ice and snow melting.

Hongzhuang, Chihai, Bailu, Xiangshu and all the Dan-forming seeds looked at each other.

They immediately had a tacit understanding.

Master Xiang Shu was wearing bronze armor and stood in front of Chen Zhan.

Chi Hai, Bai Lu, Hong Zhuang and others, with their qi connected, locked Zhong He tightly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong He, since Fellow Daoist Fang Yi has this idea, we should act according to his wishes.
Xuanyang Mountain is the leader of our righteous sect. Fellow Daoist Zhong, please do not tarnish Xuanyang Mountain's thousand-year-old reputation!"

Master Bailu was talking and laughing, and was quite satisfied with the current result.

'really.'

Fang Yi understood.

Among all the Jindan seeds of various sects, Zhong He is the best in fighting skills. He has a good chance of winning even if he fights one against two.

Now, Chen Zhan from Tiandaowu is helping.

If we can find another foundation-building medical practitioner holding a magic weapon, will this opportunity in the Hanling Secret Realm be available?
There is no need to fight for Hongzhuang, Bailu, Xiangshu and others.

Fang Yi knew.

If he were to stand on Zhong He's side, he would definitely get Zhong He's full support.

But the consequences.

There must be a brutal battle in Changle Valley first.

Hongzhuang, Bailu, Chihai and other cultivators would never allow Zhong He to widen his advantage again.

"Hum!"

A small silver-white beast, holding a roll of thick earth and yellow rock formation diagram, crawled into Fang Yi's arms.

Gu Jiushang was wrapped in a black robe, exuding a deep aura.

The graceful and voluptuous Master Chunyue, holding a purple mandarin duck fan, stood on both sides of Fang Yi.

Fang Yi's mind moved.

The Qi energy connected with Qijie, Gu Jiushang and Chunyue, and transformed into the shadow of a lush ancient tree.

The surging energy separated the two forces that were on the verge of a showdown and confronting each other.

"Friends, peace is the most important thing. If we start a fight here, it will only make others laugh at us."

Fang Yi glanced at the spiritual fields in Changle Valley.

It took a lot of effort to extract the essence of the water spirit vein in the valley, and finally interrupted the momentum of Changle Valley's spirit vein advancing to the second-level intermediate quality.

If it were two parties, nearly ten great cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage would attack without hesitation.

After a great battle, only a few of the Changle Valley's spiritual veins are left.

Moreover, Changle Valley is well connected and is not a secret or dangerous place. Even if a fight occurs, the lives of the cultivators on both sides will not be lost.

In this case, how could Fang Yi do business at a loss?

"call out!"

One blue and two gold, three rays of light fell beside Fang Yi.

Qin Yu, Huo Zhao and Fan Dacheng watched the Qi flowing around their bodies.

Zhong He frowned slightly, feeling a little regretful that he couldn't force Fang Yi to stand on his side.

“Since Junior Brother Fang has made up his mind, Senior Brother will respect that.

However, when will Junior Brother be able to complete the refining of the quasi-third-level cold-relieving elixir?"

Fang Yi felt relieved when he saw this.

If Zhong He really wanted to take action by force, it would be difficult for him to do so and join forces with Master Hongzhuang.

Yes.

Fang Yi estimated in his heart that even if Hongzhuang, Bailu, Xuanzhi and Xiangshu joined forces.

It is also difficult to be a match for Zhong He.

Sword cultivators are very good at fighting on the front line, and Zhong He is no ordinary person either. He has a strong foundation and is far better than Hong Zhuang and others.

Fang Yi glanced at Zhong He nonchalantly, and saw the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand, with a cold light flowing and flickering.

'Quasi-magic weapon!

Moreover, it is a natal sword that is in tune with one's mind. With such combat power, even a weaker fake Dan Zhenren
They may not be able to suppress Zhong He'

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Changle Valley is in need of renovation. After returning to Qingzhi Tower, I will immediately start refining the medicine."

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(End of this chapter)