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

Chapter 555: Buying People's Hearts and Killing Fake Pills
"The beast tide has receded?" Gu Sha, whose face was pale and whose vitality was severely damaged, said in disbelief.

"Did the beast tide retreat so easily?"

Qin Yu swallowed a pill that glowed with jade light.

After his magic power was restored, he immediately activated the Hundred-Leaf Green Lotus Flag, and the vitality gathered and turned into ripples, performing the three secret techniques of restoring energy, healing wounds, and nourishing the soul for himself and the ancient temple.

He spoke gently to the monk he had just fought alongside.

“Fellow Daoist from Gusha, this is an easy retreat.

The Bibo Pixing Fox fell, and one of the four quasi-third-level beast kings was gone. The remaining beast kings, if they don't want to die here, will definitely retreat."

Feeling that his spirit and magic power were slowly recovering, Gusha exclaimed in admiration.

"Thank you, Brother Qin, for your help."

Thinking of the pill Qin Yu had just swallowed, a flash of heartache crossed his eyes.

He couldn't bear to give up the second-grade top-grade Qingyuan Shengfa Pill.

The fighting was over, but he still used such a rare elixir to restore his magic power, just to heal his injuries earlier.

Qin Yu nodded slightly, and seeing the distressed look on Gu Sha's face, he guessed what he was thinking.

After all, independent cultivators and cultivators from small families are different from disciples from large sects.

It was also like this when he was poor in his early years. Whether it was elixirs, talismans, or magical instruments, he had to use them out of necessity.

Afterwards, he became a disciple of Master Fang Yi, but his bad habits did not change.

Only after receiving Fang Yi's guidance several times did things change.

He still remembers what Fang Yi said.

When a cultivator practices cultivation, his mind, soul and body are the foundation. When fighting with others, it is inevitable that his mind and soul will be exhausted and his magic power will be damaged.

He had just fought with the Green-tusked Elephant and the Red-striped Tiger, two other demonic beasts, and almost risked his life. His magic power was overloaded and his meridians were damaged.

This makes it impossible to save spirit stones and then slowly heal the wound.

Little by little, hidden injuries accumulate and become hidden dangers when one advances in cultivation.

Ignoring the monks with joyful expressions, Fang Yi looked at the beast tide receding like a tide, his eyes slightly closed, knowing that this was not the end.

Sensing the corpse puppet escaping into Qingzhi Garden, he was delighted and clenched the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner with his five fingers.

The spirit banner fluttered, and rays of Yimu's immortal energy fell, accurately healing the monk who had been fighting for a long time and whose robes were torn.

"My fellow Daoists, the beast tide has receded."

"Yu'er!"

Qin Yu waved his black robe, and a green lotus rose from under his feet. He floated in front of Fang Yi and bowed.

"Please give me your instructions, Master!"

Fang Yi pointed at the monster skeleton floating above the water, grabbed it with five fingers, and the image bead fell into his hand.

"You hold the Image Pearl, and reward people based on their merits. Anyone who kills a second-level monster can exchange it for a second-level inheritance."

"Wow!" The atmosphere suddenly became hot. A burly monk wearing black stone armor took a step forward with shining eyes.

"Brother Fang, can you pass on the elixir, talisman, formation, and weapon? Are there any missing ones?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and several rays of spiritual light flowed, turning into a jade slip of inheritance.

Second-rank low-grade alchemy inheritance [Red Fire Pill Theory], second-rank low-grade formation inheritance [Small Yijia Formation Book], second-rank low-grade talisman master inheritance [Small Talisman True Explanation].
Fang Yi bowed to the many monks and spoke sincerely.

"My fellow Daoists, you understand the righteousness of the cause and are fighting for the spiritual veins of our human race.

I, Fang, will not be like the pig-dog monks, harboring ulterior motives and showing mercy, causing you all to suffer heavy losses!"

Have ulterior motives?

Show mercy?

Ancient Temple, Qin Yu, Zi Dian... Many cultivators, either openly or with their peripheral vision, were paying attention to Xiao Lie, either explicitly or covertly.

They are all old foxes who have experienced many battles. At the very least, their cultivation has built a foundation for Taoism. Naturally, they know who showed mercy.

Fang Yi is threatening everyone with his weapons.

Xiao Lie held the jade ruler in his hand, a smile on his face, and was not angry.

“Junior Brother Fang’s words make sense, all the fellow Taoists present here will fight for me in the Xuanyang Mountain Spiritual Land.

Junior brother, please don’t treat fellow Taoists unfairly.

Those four Foundation Establishment Daoists were captured by that unknown old demon. I wonder if Junior Brother Fang is willing to lend a hand."

Fang Yi's movements froze, as if Xiao Lie was holding him back with words.

But he was mentally prepared.

A huge sum of money was spent on horse bones, and after a fierce battle, the Black Abyss Island was actually at a disadvantage.

Five foundation-building masters died, and only two second-level monsters were killed.

The three second-level inheritances did not hide much from Black Abyss Island.

With a slap of the storage bag, five green rays of light wrapped around the jade bottle and floated in the air.

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the jade bottle opened, and a rich medicinal fragrance spread out.

"What is this?" The familiar smell of medicine penetrated into Xiao Lie's nose. He secretly said something was wrong and was about to speak.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and four rays of spiritual light rolled up the jade bottle and landed in front of four monks of different heights, weights, and shapes, wearing green fans and black robes.

Another foundation-building master of the Zhao family in the Black Snake Cave, two descendants of foundation-building cultivators in the Green Water Pavilion who were hiding their identities, and a disciple of the foundation-building master who was killed by the Red Striped Tiger.
"Zhao Yun, Chu Hou, and the other four fellow Daoists, their lives or deaths are unknown. This Foundation Establishment Pill is a small compensation from Fang."

"Gulu!"

Hu Haiquan, dressed in a gray robe and with a look of sorrow on his face, swallowed his saliva because his master was killed by a red-striped tiger.

Just as she was about to reach out and take off the jade bottle, she trembled with fear under the fiery and greedy gazes.

His lineage originally came from a group of independent cultivators, and his master had only managed to build up a foundation in Taoism. His foundation was ordinary, his fighting skills were ordinary, and his martial arts techniques were also ordinary.

Now that he has lost his backer and the protection of his foundation-building master, he really doesn't dare to take the foundation-building pill in public.

Above the lake filled with the smell of blood, Fang Yi frowned slightly, and his cold words echoed in the air.

"All of you fellow Daoists have fought against monsters and contributed greatly to Black Abyss Island, but I have something to say beforehand. I have to be frank!"

The Shanhe Huayue robe rustled, and as the green lotus under his feet opened and closed, a majestic shadow of a three-headed, six-armed demon god emerged and appeared behind him.

"The fate of fellow Daoists Zhao Yun, Chu Hou, and Chen Zao is unknown. Before their disciples established their foundations, they were protected by our Black Abyss Island.

If you attack him, you will fight to the death with my Black Abyss Island!"

True Man Zi Dian took a step forward, holding the precious pearl in his hand, with a majestic aura.

"What Senior Brother Fang said is exactly what I meant!"

True Man Qingfeng flapped his feather fan and came to his senses. There must be no mistakes in providing compensation to the monks who died in the battle of Heiyuan Island.

The beast tide has only receded, not that it will not attack again.

"What Junior Brother Fang said is exactly what I, Zuo, meant. Fellow Daoists, please do not hesitate to speak out!"

The two fake Dan Zhenren's aura swept over, and the merciless words shocked the greedy cultivators present, and their thoughts were instantly restrained.

"My young Taoist friend, what is your name? Taoist Chu Hou, do you have other disciples?" Fang Yi spoke gently.

Hu Haiquan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly put away the Foundation Establishment Pill. With Fang Yi's protection, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Heiyuan Island would not take risks for a Foundation Establishment Pill.

He bowed and spoke respectfully.

"My name is Hu Haiquan, Master. Master has no other disciples."

Fang Yi's gaze turned and fell on Chu Jing, who was standing aside, his chest heaving and his energy low.

His eyes narrowed. Despite the intentional or unintentional support from the foundation-building cultivator, Chu Jing was still injured in many places and his face was pale.

Cursing the waste in his heart, Fang Yi spoke, saying that it was just the right thing to use.

"Jing'er, this fellow Daoist Chu Hou has passed away. You will take him to practice cultivation from now on."

"My dear Hu, you have already reached the eighth level of Qi training and have a good chance of building your foundation.

Practice well in the future, and the spiritual land you need to build your foundation will be prepared on Black Abyss Island."

Fang Yi's eyes turned and swept over the Zhao family of the Black Snake Cave and the Foundation Establishment Master of the Green Water Pavilion. "The same goes for the two fellow Daoists. If you need a spiritual land, just let me know."

"You bastard thing!"

The silver moon hung high in the sky above the Duobao Pavilion. Xiao Lie was upset and his hair and beard were standing on end.

"Let Fang Yi win over people's hearts and minds again. If this continues, Black Abyss Island will really have a hard time gaining a foothold!"

"Brother Xiao, don't worry. This beast tide is just the beginning. Fang Yi will use our strength to drive back the beast tide.

But if the beast tide comes again, it will not be the same.

Green-fanged Earth Elephant, Yin-moon Toad, Fire Tiger, which of these little beast kings is easy to get along with?"

Yan Youtai's expression was calm as he inserted three green nourishing incense sticks into a bronze censer with an animal head. A spark popped out from his fingertips, and wisps of smoke rose from the incense sticks.

"The most important thing now is that you, I, and Yin Quezi from the White Bone Sect leave as soon as possible.

Yan doesn't want to be forced to take action again under the influence of the Image Pearl."

"What Junior Brother Yan said makes perfect sense!

But apart from you and me, the cultivators lurking in the Bishui Pavilion must also withdraw." Xiao Lie nodded heavily, his tone sinister.

"After losing you, me, and Yin Quezi from the White Bone Sect, three fake Dan real warriors, how can Fang Yi defend Black Abyss Island?

However, I am also upset that Fang Yi was let off like this. Junior brother is well versed in the ways of heavenly secrets and is very wise. Does he have any hidden tricks? "

Yan Youtai nodded slightly. Having lived on Heiyuan Island for nearly ten years, he naturally had some preparations.

"Brother, do you remember Chu Jing?"

"Fang Yi's former disciple was famous for his perseverance. How could I forget that?"

Xiao Lie's eyes widened in shock, and he turned to look at Yan Youtai.

"What does Junior Brother Yan mean?"

Yan Youtai smiled. "Chu Jing is a womanizer and a gambler, and he's already played into my trap."
Doesn’t Junior Brother Fang want a good reputation?

Oh, you and I will lend him a helping hand!"

evening.

In Qingzhi Garden, Chi Yin sat cross-legged in the roiling spiritual spring, supported by a scarlet sixth-grade corpse lotus.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The Yin energy rolled, and dozens of black chains turned into spider webs. Four foundation-building monks with water spiritual roots were hung in the four corners of the east, south, west and north.

In the center of the spider web, there is a fox covered in green waves and stars, which has lost all vitality, but its aura is still fierce and fierce.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, his slender index finger moved, and scarlet seals were continuously cast.

A ray of precious light evolved behind him, blue and gray spiritual light flowed, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world swayed.

"disease!"

A dim yellow haze lingered, and strange and profound runes flowed on the ancient and delicate banner.

Fang Yi grabbed with his five fingers, and invisible energy flowed.

The four foundation-building monks groaned, their faces showing pain.

The essence and blood surrounded by azure spiritual light were constantly extracted from his limbs and bones, turning into a river of blood and falling into Chi Yin's mouth.

The secret method of the corpse way: offering true blood as sacrifice!
The shadow of an altar filled with corpse patterns rose up under Fang Yi's feet.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The fist-sized heart of the Red Flame Dragon was beating, and red blood was falling like a waterfall.

The azure water-attributed blood essence collides with the red flame dragon blood essence surrounded by fire, interweaves, and cleanses each other.

"boom!"

A water and fire Tai Chi diagram was rotating, and more and more strange and profound runes were falling from the banners of the withered and flourishing world.

"out!"

As Fang Yi activated his magic power, the Kuruo Small Cave Heaven vibrated, and the corpse qi contained in the corpse pile fell into the water and fire Tai Chi diagram like a big river, harmonizing the conflicting essence and blood in it.

"Roar!"

Chi Yin, with a childish face, roared and screamed, his corpse qi surged, and his energy continued to rise.

three days later

Scarlet spiritual light flowed on the enchanting corpse lotus.

A young boy with a green face, fangs, long hair and dark pupils.

As the dragon blood was refined, strands of cunning dragon nature stretched out from its limbs and bones, and fist-sized red dragon scales emerged from its skin.

Black corpse spots the size of copper coins continued to erode the scales, but were forced back by the blood essence of the red flame dragon.

Fang Yi's face was solemn. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and hammered his chest.

"Puff!" The vital blood spilled.

"Gurgle. Gurgle" the greedy sucking sound came from the corpse lotus.

Yin energy was flowing, and the shadow of an ancient bronze altar was shining with precious light.

"Blood nourishes blood, flesh nourishes the soul, water and fire give birth to each other, and the corpse in the underworld becomes the Tao."

The strange and wild chanting sounded echoing in the cave.

"Grrrrrr!"

A strange smile appeared on Chi Yin's young face, and he stood up from the corpse lotus with appetite.

It took a step forward and walked towards the Foundation Establishment cultivator who still had some life left, and the Bi Bo Shi Xing Fox.

"Roar!"

The sounds of sucking, chewing, and bones breaking echoed in the cave.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded at the gray-black phantom of the corpse pill in the Qi sea of ​​Chiyin Dantian, which gradually condensed into shape.

One month later.

On Heiyuan Island, a female cultivator with an ordinary face and wearing a gray robe flew away on a flying boat.

In the void, a gray spiritual light obscured the energy, and Fang Yi's eyes were dim.

“Three months ago, Yan Youtai left, and two months ago, Xiao Lie retreated.

Now the fake Dan Zhenren of Bishui Pavilion is finally willing to leave.

It’s not in vain that I have not seen Xuan Juezi from the Bishui Pavilion force out a fake elixir cultivator with water spirit roots. In terms of medicinal properties, it still depends on the cultivators of the Bishui Pavilion.”

Fang Yi activated the Life and Death Sutra, converging his Qi by another third, then took a step forward, transforming it into a grayish aura.

After he hid the flying boat, he sensed that in the Kuruo Small Cave, the Qi had risen to its peak, but was suppressed by the magic ban of Chi Yin.

If I obtain another Water-type Fake Dan Blood Essence, the grade of the Red Yin Condensing Dan will rise another three points.
Top-quality talents are hard to come by and should not be wasted.'

One day later.

The green flying boat was traveling through the void. After Xuan Juezi swept his spiritual sense over it, he exhaled a breath of foul air.

Immediately, with a wave of her sleeves, her expression changed, revealing her skin as delicate as a baby's and her beauty that could captivate all.

"Fortunately, I acted cautiously, otherwise I would have been like Yin Quezi, forced to act on behalf of Black Abyss Island."

Xuan Juezi's eyes were cold and he muttered.

"When I return to the sect this time, I must report to Master Yuzhu that Fang Yi is a troublemaker despite his skill in manipulating people with his sleeves.

Xuanyang Mountain is already strong enough compared to Sudu Mountain. We can’t let Heiyuan Island continue to develop like this! "

Above the void, Fang Yi's face changed and he turned into a burly man wearing armor.

"There are no cultivators lying in ambush, it's time to take action!"

"boom!"

The banner of withered and flourishing in the ruins world fluttered, and a gloomy corpse hand stretched out, surrounded by green phosphorous fire, and slapped down towards the jade boat magic weapon.

The Yin Corpse's Big Handprint!
"who!"

(End of this chapter)