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

Chapter 493 Soul Search and Bait, Man-Made Crisis (Two-in-One)

In the center of the Red Night Cliff, a pungent smell of blood filled the air, and a red ancient coffin slowly rose from the Yin Vein.

"Boom!"

The coffin was opened, revealing a bloody corpse wearing linen clothes, with scales and a lingering smell of corpse gas, and its eyes were closed.

"Second-level, low-grade blood corpse, pure corpse energy, rich corpse blood, not bad."

Looking at the dark pupils, the red penis was looking at him wetly and pitifully like a puppy.

Fang Yi chuckled and waved his hand.

“Go Chiyin!
Remember to only absorb the most essential blood from the corpse, and avoid impurities such as flesh and blood, so as not to contaminate your foundation!"

"Well!"

Chi Yin called out excitedly.

He immediately stuffed the warm heart in his hand into his mouth. He puffed out his cheeks and chewed it with his porcelain white teeth, swallowing the heart in three or five bites.

"puff!"

Chi Yin's white and tender hands pierced into the blood corpse's chest, and his sharp tiger fangs pierced through the neck.

"Gulu.Gulu"

A sucking sound was heard, and the blood corpse's tangled muscles continued to shrink, and its abundant qi and blood were also continuously absorbed by Chi Yin.

"Don't worry. Don't worry. They are all yours. No one will take them away from you."

Seeing the messy bloodstains on Chiyin's black robe, Fang Yi frowned slightly and used the clothes cleaning technique.

After the azure water light washed away Chi Yin, Fang Yi turned to look at Xie An, who was trembling and wanted to cry but had no tears.

"How many years has this fellow Taoist been cultivating in Chiye Cliff?
Do you know anything about the demonic beast tribes in Sudu Mountain?"

"Gulu."

Looking at Fang Yi's face, Xie An's hair stood on end and he felt bitter in his heart.

It was this kind-looking old monster who manipulated the corpses and slaughtered more than a hundred cultivators of Chiye Cliff indiscriminately.

He killed all the disciples he had worked so hard to recruit.

"I know
Senior, I have been practicing in Chiya Mountain for a hundred years, and usually I go to Sudu Mountain to hunt monsters.

He knows the most about the demon beast tribes in Sudu Mountain!"

Xie An wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but his broken limbs and the chains bound his body made him unable to move at all.

"Practicing for a hundred years is not bad"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, and then Yin fire swirled between his skinny fingers.

The secret technique of punishment: the small soul refining hand!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The green Yin fire fell into his soul. Xie An's face was twisted with pain. He felt that the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was being filed away piece by piece by a file.

After a stick of incense.

Fang Yi hooked his finger and the green Yin fire dissipated.

“Hoo~Hoo~Hoo~~~”

Xie An's chest was pumping like a bellows and he was breathing heavily.

He was trembling, staring at Fang Yi in horror, begging for mercy.

"Senior, please spare my life! Senior, please spare my life!

There is nothing wrong with what I said!"

"Well, I know." Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Even if you want to lie to me, you won't do that during these years of cultivation..."

"Then why is this happening, senior?" Xie An was extremely puzzled and spoke cautiously.

"Because monks like you are the most dishonest, you should learn a lesson first."

Fang Yi's fingertips changed their techniques, and strands of silk-like Yin energy fell down and merged into Xie An's limbs and bones.

"what!!!!"

Strands of milky white bone marrow were drawn out by the Yin Qi.

The secret technique of punishment: the method of extracting marrow and refining bones!

A quarter of an hour later, Xie An fainted from the pain, his limbs twitching, his eyes dull, drooling from the corners of his mouth.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"He fainted like this? Was it intentional or unintentional?"

With a touch of his fingertips, the vitality of the plants and trees gathered and transformed into a bright and clear light, which continuously nourished Xie An's body.

The secret art of medicine: the Wulian Qi-nourishing method.

"Well"

Feeling his limbs and bones being nourished by the warm energy, Xie An moaned comfortably and slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

"woke up?"

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded in Xie An's ears like an evil ghost, like an ancient cold spring pouring down on his head.

“Senior, this little one, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

"When you wake up, we'll continue."

Fang Yi's face was calm. This kind of foundation-building demon cultivator killed people like crazy. Even if he fell into his hands, he would most likely be full of lies.

If you don't teach them a lesson and interrogate them thoroughly, you won't get a single word of truth.

For the next half day, accompanied by the sucking sound of Chi Yin, the gray corpse gas and the bright green light echoed with each other.

Secret Art of Punishment: Small Soul Refining Hand.
Secret Art of Punishment: Marrow Extraction and Bone Refining
Secret Art of Punishment: Grinding Heart Finger
Many secret methods of punishment were used one after another. Whenever Xie An was about to faint, the vitality of plants and trees gathered and turned into a healing spell.

Or it could be the Wulian Qi-nourishing Method.

Or it could be the art of gentle breeze and gentle rain.

This allowed Xie An to remain conscious and endure the pain of having his marrow extracted and his soul refined throughout the process.

The bright sun sets in the west, the silver crescent rises, and the bleak autumn wind blows.

Xie An's bloodstained robe was soaked several times by the sweat of his struggle, and dried up several times.

"Boom!"

A jade slip fell and hit Xie An's head.

Fang Yi's voice sounded at the right time.

"I'd like to trouble Fellow Daoist Xie An to help bring back this group of demonic beasts from the mountain.

Information about the major forces of Xuanyang Mountain, Baigu Sect, and Bishui Pavilion is engraved in it."

"Yes! I understand! Senior, please wait a moment. I will engrave the message immediately!"

Xie An ignored the severe pain in his soul and body, and hurriedly poured his consciousness into the jade slip, continuously engraving the information he knew.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xie An's humble voice sounded.

"Senior, I have clearly engraved all the information I know."

"Hmm." Fang Yi nodded slightly, and a stream of magic power fell from his sleeves.

"Crack!"

His neck was twisted, his bones were broken, and Xie An's life force disappeared in an instant.

Absorbing the jade slip into his palm, Fang Yi's consciousness flowed into it to browse

"I don't know how much of the information in the jade slip is true or false."

As for Quanzhen?

Others don’t know about the magic cultivation, but doesn’t Fang Yi know about it?

Because of the bad training environment or the influence of the evil techniques, nine out of ten evil cultivators are selfish and only seek to harm others.

The remaining one is even worse, harming others and not benefiting himself!

Chi Yeya was destroyed by himself, and one of the two foundation-building masters was captured alive, and the other was beheaded.

Xie An must know that his chances of survival are slim.

Among the information left on the jade slips, 70% are true, which is extremely rare.

After a few breaths, Fang Yi put down the jade slip and frowned slightly.

“Except for the most basic information.

Of the remaining information, 30% is false and 50% is questionable. I underestimated the foundation-building cultivators fighting on Mount Sudu."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, speechless.

He was not unfamiliar with Sudu Mountain. He owned Qingyuan Market and was in charge of the Examination Hall, so he was determined to collect information.

Have a basic understanding of the monster tribe in Sudu Mountain.

Sudu Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, and in the early years, the mountain contained a medium-sized spiritual vein of quasi-third level.

Before the establishment of Fengling Fairy City, it was where the various sects in Dayun's immortal world joined forces to fight against the beast tide.

More than a hundred years ago.

Jiuqu Zhenren of Fengling Fairy City visits Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Baigumen
In exchange for the Nine Bends lineage staying in Sudu Mountain during the beast tide, he persuaded various factions to join forces.

At great expense, several Jindan Zhenren took action, moving mountains, changing meridians, gathering spiritual energy, and upgrading the spiritual veins of Sudu Mountain to the lower third level.

Afterwards, True Man Jiuqu, the third-level formation master, took action and set up the third-level Nine-Curved Yellow Sand Formation.

With the Jindan Zhenren in charge, the power of the formation to hook the spiritual veins increased greatly.

The various sects mobilized their independent cultivators and their foundation-building forces to block the main force of the beast tide in the Qingyun Mountains at the foot of Sudu Mountain.

Even if there are occasional exceptions, they are only second-level tribes that cross the Sudu Mountains.

None of the third-level or quasi-third-level beast kings can bypass Sudu Mountain.

When the monster advances to the third level, the flesh, blood, and soul of the human cultivators, which contain spirituality, are the best supplement.

The demon race tempers their bodies, their flesh and blood can be used to make elixirs, their fur can be used to draw talismans, and their bones and meridians can also be used to make magical instruments.

The two forces fought endlessly, either for ethnic groups or for advancement in cultivation. Sudu Mountain could be described as a grinding mill of flesh and blood.

The information Xie An left in the jade slip was deeply rooted in the magic cultivator's heart. He told the truth, or even part of the truth.

The tribe possesses a third-level, quasi-third-level beast king, and they never mention this beast king who is comparable to a Jindan Zhenren.

Special emphasis is placed on the benefits contained in the monster tribe.

Such as the secret records of Kaogongge.

The Qingyun Crane lineage, decades ago, the beast master of one of its lineages, his bloodline returned to his ancestral state and transformed into the Qingxiao Cloud Crane, advancing to the third-level beast king, named the Luoyu Demon King.

Xie An did not say a word to the third-level demon king, but only emphasized that the Qingyun Crane lineage had gorgeous feathers, a rare bloodline, and high value.

A second-grade mid-grade Qingyun Crane, with some auxiliary materials, can be used to refine a feather fan magic weapon of the highest grade.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

Is this news false?

No!

Even if you use a soul-searching tool to interrogate him, the information you get is true.

But if the cultivator followed the message left by Xie An and thought he had got an opportunity, he would go and cause trouble for the Qingyunhe clan.

Not to mention the cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, or even the Jindan seeds that have been harvested.

Flying beasts are good at escaping, and the blue cloud crane Luo Yu is even better.

Even if the fake Dan Zhenren takes action, he will most likely die.

"trouble!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

These demonic cultivators, or those who are building their foundation as independent cultivators, are different from the disciples of major sects like Xuanyang Mountain and Bishui Pavilion.

For more than ten years, even dozens or even hundreds of years, he practiced in the vicinity of Mount Sudu.

He is very familiar with the monster tribes in Sudu Mountain. He knows which ones can be provoked, which ones cannot be provoked, and which ones need to be avoided.

"Unfortunately, these cultivators also know their own value, and most of them have placed secret restrictions in their souls."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

If not for this, with his soul in the late stage of foundation building, it would be easiest for him to use the soul-searching method.

Fang Yi glanced at the center of the Red Night Cliff. Chi Yin had refined the blood essence of the blood corpse and had begun to refine the blood essence of the remaining Qi-cultivating cultivators.

He opened his five fingers and sucked Xie An's head in.

"Buzz!"

Wisps of soul fire flickered, Fang Yi used the soul-searching technique, and his soul poured into Xie An's soul.

Half an hour later.

"Pfft!"

Xie An's soul exploded like a bursting watermelon, and a green light appeared on Lingsang's embroidered robe, isolating the red and white colors.

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Fang Yi's face showed no joy or sadness.

"You underestimated him. The mere fragments of information we obtained through soul searching are actually a hidden trap.
The most basic information about several demon beast tribes is from thirty years ago."

Fang Yi was speechless, thinking about something.

Xie An was probably prepared to use the hidden information as a bargaining chip to buy his own life.

If not, letting Fang Yi be buried with him, or even wasting his energy, would also be a good thing.

"Let's see how much information a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building can detect from his soul."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and sucked Master Fan into his palm.

Half an hour later.

"Pfft!"

The same head exploded, blood splattering everywhere.

"Well, he also set up a soul restriction. This foundation-building cultivator from Sudu Mountain is really as ruthless as the records say.
Fortunately, there are some gains.”

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a brown scroll unfolded.

A rich yellow-brown spiritual light flows in the center. This is a third-order, lower-grade earth-attributed spiritual vein.

A mark of thunder and a mark of the winding Yellow River are engraved on it, symbolizing the lord of Fengling Fairy City, Jiuqu Zhenren, and Hu Lei Zhenren of Xuanyang Mountain.

Around the scroll, lines of various colors, cyan, black, red, and blue, outlined mountains, rivers, spiritual veins, and plants. Images of blue wolves, red tigers, cloud cranes, and blue sheep floated above.

In addition, there is an imprint of a green vine and a black-shelled turtle floating above it, moving unsteadily on the scroll.

This is the information that Fang Yi, who is in charge of the Examination Pavilion and Qingyuan Market, collected from the foundation-building cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain Gate and the cultivators who travel to and from Qingyuan Market.

Fang Yi pointed his finger at the scroll.

A red spiritual light emerged, with the marks of a red water leopard and a green armored snake suspended above it.

There are restrictions in the soul of the master who has established the foundation.

However, with Fang Yi's hundreds of years of practice and accumulated attainments in the art of soul searching, he was still able to dig out some information.

“Unfortunately, after more than a hundred years of cultivation, the memories of the foundation-building cultivators are vast and chaotic, and they are also subject to restrictions.

Even with a rescue soul search, not much information was obtained. The Green Vine and Black-Armored Turtle Clan was good at concealing their aura.

The information in Xie and Fan's souls is only a few words."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, but was not discouraged. If the information of the quasi-third-level beast king was so easy to search.

The Green Vine and Black-Armored Turtle clan has not been able to live freely until now.

The tortoise shells of the spiritual turtle lineage are top-grade spiritual objects for divination. Tianque Zhenren of Xuanyang Mountain is a master of the third-level Tianji Dao.

Back to the mountains.

In addition to Master Hu Lei, there are also several Master Jia Dan in charge of Xuanyang Mountain.

Even though Master Tianque looked down on this quasi-third-level turtle king.

Yan Youtai can be used for cultivation in Sudu Mountain.

The Green Vine Black-shelled Turtle has been able to survive until now and not be wiped out. Its ability to hide and deal with things as a demon must be outstanding.

"We still have these fellow Taoists, so we can't waste them."

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, Fang Yi looked at the flesh and souls in the ruins of Chiye Cliff.

“Although there are no body-cultivating cultivators, the residual souls of two foundation-building cultivators and the flesh and blood of hundreds of Qi-cultivating cultivators are also considerable gains.

Tempering blood essence in the mire of flesh and blood will also be of some benefit to Chi Yin.

Compared to the flesh and blood of monsters, the spiritual energy in the flesh and blood of cultivators is more beneficial to the nourishment of the Chiyin corpse soul."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. If Chi Yin wanted to condense the corpse pill and advance to the third-level corpse king.

Even with the help of the Corpse Accumulation Land and the Soul Nourishing Pond, the nutrition is still balanced.

The blood and flesh of monsters nourish the body, and the blood and essence of monks replenish the soul.

“After that, I’ll visit a few more forces and see how much information I can gather.

It can also be used to collect some blood food for Chi Yin."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and a blue-gray magic power was released.

The banner of withering prosperity in the ruins world fluttered, and dark ghost hands surrounded by yin energy flew out from it.

In the Red Night Cliff, hundreds of ghost hands roared, grabbing the flesh, blood and souls of many Qi-cultivating monks and sending them to the spirit flag.

In just one stick of incense, the bloody smell in the cliff was swept away, and the flesh and souls were completely cleared away.

"Crash!"

Dozens of black and white chains shot out from the banner and entangled the souls of Fan and Xie, who had exploded.

Fang Yi lightly tapped his fingertips and a ray of light shot out.

"Buzz!"

The black and white chains tightened, pulling more than ten soul fragments into the banner inch by inch.

Looking at the treasure banner in his hand, which was emitting even more spiritual light.

"Chiyin, come back!

It’s time to visit the next one or two.”

Fang Yi let out a light cry, and Chi Yin turned into a gray light and entered the Kuruo Small Cave.

In the mire of blood and flesh, Chi Yin had a childish look on his face, sitting cross-legged with a red axe across his waist.

A gray-black third-grade corpse lotus swayed, holding it up.

The magic gestures in Chi Yin's hands changed, and dark spots the size of copper coins appeared on his fair skin, slowly digesting the blood essence of the blood corpse.

Fang Yi withdrew his mind from the Kuruo Small Cave and his gaze fell on the second-level Yin Vein.

With the surge of magical power, the ancient Five Poison Cauldron was suspended in his hand, surrounded by five-colored miasma and full of precious light.

"Buzz!"

The large blue-gray cauldron vibrated, colorful smoke and haze swirled, the toad worshipped the moon, the golden centipede exhaled, and the black spider wove a web. Many strange phenomena appeared.

After a while.

Fang Yi had some reservations and ultimately did not destroy the second-level Yin Meridian and extract the original energy.

“Never mind. The Yin Veins near Mount Sudu are all recorded in the Immortal City at the center of Mount Sudu.

It would be fine if the cultivators fought each other, but if the Yin Meridians were destroyed, it would definitely alarm the Fake Dan Zhenren.

After that, collecting information from the monks’ souls will be troublesome.”

"Well, but this Yin Meridian cannot be wasted."

Fang Yi's magic power surged out, and he slapped his storage bag, and a gray spiritual light shot out.

The spiritual light dissipated and a dark stone tablet was suspended in the air.

Medium-grade magic weapon: Yinshi Stele.

This kind of magic weapon is made of first-grade top-grade Yin Iron, but it is of little use except for its hardness and the gathering of corpse qi.

"disease!"

A green light flowed on Fang Yi's slender index finger.

He used his fingers as a pen, moving like a dragon and a snake, and engraved runes on the Yin Corpse Monument.

A fragrant queen.

Looking at the second-level secret method of corpse refining [Chi Xuanzi's Brief Discussion on Blood Corpse] on the Yin Corpse Monument, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"Next, we need to make it look old.
Chi Yin's future snacks will depend on this technique."

"disease!"

Fang Yi's [Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing] is running.

The vitality of the plants and trees gathered together and turned into an evergreen ancient tree, with its ancient and twisted branches swaying.

One by one, the green leaves fell and turned into a green halo covered with spiritual characters.

"Xiao Yi Mu Divine Light, turn!" The vast magical power continuously poured into the light wheel.

"Click! Click!" Ancient spiritual characters moved on the light wheel and slowly rotated.

"Shh!"

A ray of spiritual light filled with vitality swept down, completely covering the Yin Corpse Stele engraved with [A Brief Essay on Chi Xuanzi's Blood Corpse].

As the divine light of Xiao Yimu continued to shine down, a faint aura of the changing seasons emerged on the dark stone tablet.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.

"A second-level Yin Vein cultivator, if he is a foundation-building cultivator, can, within half a decade, produce a second-level blood corpse.

But if we want to convince the Foundation Establishment Master that this Yin Corpse Monument is a relic that has been unearthed, the Xiao Yi Wood Divine Light alone is not enough."

"Crash!"

The Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner moved without wind, and a blue and gray spiritual light flowed. A three-headed, six-armed Withered and Flourishing Demon God appeared and disappeared on the delicate banner.

"disease!"

Fang Yi lightly tapped with his index finger.

"The four seasons rotate, with the changes of prosperity and decline"

The magic gestures on his fingertips changed, and the branches and leaves of the lush ancient trees behind him withered as the seasons changed.

It transformed into a yellowish old tree with dry branches and a lingering aura of decay.

"Little Decaying Divine Light, fall!"

With the blessing of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, the small Yimu Divine Light that gathered the vitality of plants and trees, and the small Corrupted Divine Light that gathered the withering energy fell in turn.

"Boom. Boom."

The Yin Corpse Monument is gradually becoming dilapidated as time passes and the erosion of wind and frost occurs.

It's like an ancient artifact just unearthed from the ruins.

"Little Seven!"

Fang Yi let out a light cry, and a jade-colored light flew out from the spirit pet bag on his waist and turned into a silver-white little beast.

After stroking Qijie's soft fur, Fang Yi spoke.

“Xiao Qi, connect this Yin Corpse Monument to the second-order Yin Vein of Chiye Cliff.

There is only one requirement, this Yin Corpse Monument must be integrated into the Yin Vein Spirit Eye, and the two will prosper and suffer together.

Turn this place into a corpse-raising array."

"Hum!"

The silver-white little beast nodded slightly, its dark pupils full of confidence.

A treasure map of mountains and rivers was raised, and lines of array patterns flowed.

One day later.

"boom!"

The broken Yin Corpse Monument, filled with the energy of time, fell into the Yin Vein.

"call!"

The wind was howling, the air was filled with ghosts, and a corpse-raising ground that had experienced the vicissitudes of time was formed.

"The bait has been cast, and it's time to collect the net later."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, then turned into a gray light and left.

A second-level secret method of corpse refining, combined with a piece of land for raising corpses, if the independent cultivators of Sudu Mountain can endure it.

Then you are not a casual cultivator.

In the next few months, three foundation-building forces were destroyed one after another near Sudu Mountain.

At the same time, these several forces have all passed down secret techniques within a few years.

It could be the method of refining a second-level blood corpse, or the restriction of corpse magic tools, or the secret technique of refining blood essence.

Among the casual cultivators who were in the foundation-building stage, faint rumors were gradually emerging.

In the early years, there was a third-level corpse sect in Sudu Mountain.

As for whether it was true or not, Fang Yi chuckled and said nothing.

half year later.

Up the mountain, there is a clear blue water.

Ancient trees towering into the sky, jagged rocks and gurgling water.

A second-level, low-grade black-armored tortoise was fighting with a female foundation-building cultivator wearing a moon-white dress and with fair skin.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The green magic sword was shining with water light, and it kept colliding with the sharp claws that were shining with cold light, and the sound of metal clashing echoed.

Behind an ancient tree, Fang Yi held a scroll in his hand and looked at the monks who were fighting continuously.

His gaze paused slightly at the green jade pendant on the female cultivator's waist.

"Second-rank, low-grade black-armored turtle? And there's a female cultivator from the Jade Water Pavilion? That's a bit troublesome."

Fang frowned slightly.

In the past six months, he had expended a great deal of energy before he finally caught the tail of the Green Vine and Black-shelled Turtle lineage.

Now, it seems that the black-armored turtle with green vines has been targeted by the Bishui Pavilion.

"Catch the tongue first"

A gray medicine cauldron carved with five poisonous creatures, including the black spider, silver toad, and golden centipede, was suspended in front of him.

Fang Yi's left hand was withered and only a layer of yellow skin remained. He slightly moved it and a ghostly light shot out.

"Buzz!"

Invisible and colorless poisonous smoke rises.

"call!"

A gentle breeze blew.

Poisonous smoke dissipated in wisps, slowly entangling the Vine-Armored Turtle and the female cultivator from the Bishui Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour later.

Shao Yuzhu looked dazed, and his magical powers revealed flaws.

"Roar!"

The black-armored spirit turtle's pea-sized eyes lit up with joy, and with a roar, a turtle bead with a deep blue spiritual light spewed out.

"not good!"

Shao Yuzhu's face changed drastically, and he immediately activated his magic sword, dropping it towards the turtle bead.

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and jade clashing echoed. Because Shao Yuzhu's magic power was weak, the magic sword was knocked dozens of feet away by the turtle bead.

"Roar!"

The black-armored spirit turtle became more and more excited. The flesh and blood of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, who was of the same attribute, was enough for him to further advance in his cultivation.

If the opportunity is good, it will be enough for it to enter the second-level mid-grade.

"Oh no! This black-armored turtle actually has this hidden trick?"

Under the bombardment of the turtle bead, Shao Yuzhu's face turned pale. He used a long gauze magic weapon of the top grade to barely protect himself.

"Um?"

A ray of green light streaked across the sky.

Shao Yuzhu looked very happy.

"Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of Master Yuehen from the Bishui Pavilion. I hope you can save me!"

(End of this chapter)