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

Chapter 570: First-grade Golden Pill, Xuantian Changes
The aroma of medicine from the Five Poison Cauldron wafts through the air, and the medicinal power of the [Ebony Ginseng Horn Soul-Cleansing Soup] seeps into every part of the body, constantly nourishing and repairing the transformed Dharma body.

Fang Yi's expression was calm, his consciousness fell into the sea of ​​qi in his dantian, helping the elixir to manifest.

The pill has been condensed in two lifetimes, and the accumulation in this lifetime is far beyond ordinary. There is naturally no obstacle in condensing the pill.

Seven days later.

Surrounded by the green mist of spiritual energy, Fang Yi's face was rosy, his aura was high, and his robe of mountains and rivers moved without wind.

In his Dantian Qi Sea, an illusory green precious pill was spinning, and the sound of it breaking was heard.

"Boom!"

The foundation-building platform collapsed and melted, and under the suppression of Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness, it turned into a alchemy furnace.

The sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring sounded.

The red dragon transformed from essence and blood and the silver-white real tiger transformed from the power of the soul surrounded the alchemy cauldron and drew the magic power from the dantian.

Qingdan Xuxing tried his best to absorb the magic power, but the surging magic power continued to hit his dantian.

Intense pain came from the dantian.

Fang Yi's face showed no joy or sadness as he felt the round, blue-gray shape gradually solidifying.

He had practiced for hundreds of years and had condensed his elixir twice, so he had already made sufficient preparations. How could he be shaken by this counterattack of magic power?

"Withering and flourishing water, come out!"

The withering and flourishing water that he had taken long ago turned into layers of thin and tough spiritual light, like a dam, allowing the surging magic power to hit it, but it remained motionless.

"Dragon and Tiger Alchemy Cauldron, combine!"

“Roar!” “Yin!”

The sounds of dragon roars and tiger roars echoed in the cave, and then they jumped into the dragon and tiger cauldron, emitting a green light.

A blue-gray precious pill containing surging magic power was suspended in the alchemy cauldron, and Fang Yi was delighted.

"A top-grade Dao base's alchemy furnace is more than 30% stronger than a mid-grade Dao base.

The stronger the Dragon-Tiger Alchemy Cauldron is, the higher the quality of the elixir it condenses will be.

If it is refined with true fire, when the elixir is finally formed, it may be as recorded in the ancient book [Zhu Ying Dan Pin Lu], that a top-grade golden elixir can clash with magic weapons with its own strength."

"There are three levels of Dan Condensation, and now only the last step remains."

"Pong!"

A silver true fire was ignited, wrapping the alchemy cauldron, and the blue-gray precious pill continued to condense.

The third stage of Dan Condensation, the ninth stage of Golden Elixir Refining.

A cultivator advances to the stage of forming a pill, passes the stage of forming a pill, and then develops into a dragon and a tiger. The last step is to harmonize the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, and refine the pill.

After each refinement, the quality of the pill will be raised by one level.

"Let me see how many times I can wash and refine the precious elixir with the accumulation of two lifetimes."

A sense of heroism arose in Fang Yi's heart, and he pushed his magic power to the extreme.

"Pong!"

The true fire condensed from the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit became more and more vigorous, constantly cleansing the round, blue-gray precious pill.

Every time the true fire jumps, a wisp of gray impurities rises.

"One refinement!"

This precious pill became visibly smaller with the naked eye, and its magic power became several times purer. Then the magic power was poured into the pill again.

Second Refining
Three Refinings
In a flash, the blue-gray precious pill was refined four times.

Sixth-grade true elixir!

With the help of Fang Yi's hundred years of accumulation and two kinds of spiritual objects for forming elixir, he easily crossed the threshold that blocked 90% of the cultivators in Dayun's immortal world.

Anything above that is not a fake pill, but a real pill grade.

The silver true fire continued to refine without stopping, the fifth refinement, the sixth refinement.

The gray impurities have completely disappeared, leaving behind a fist-sized real pill.

“Fourth-grade True Pill?
In my previous life, I might have been satisfied with this, but with such a strong foundation in this life, it would be a waste to only condense this true pill."

"Photography!"

A jade box that sealed the spirit was opened. In the delicate green spiritual brocade, a silver gem, emitting spiritual light, lay quietly in the jade box.

The first-class spiritual object for forming elixir in the Soul Dao: the awakening gem.

Fang Yi extended the power of his soul and spirit, entangled and refined the rare soul-condensing pill spiritual object.

A silver spiritual liquid with nourishing properties blended perfectly with Fang Yi's soul.

The silver true fire in the alchemy furnace became more and more surging.

The silver spiritual flame derived from the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit turned into a gorgeous fire lotus, wrapping Qingdan.

Fang Yi's Qi stagnated slightly, and an ancient rune appeared on the green true pill.

Seven washes and seven refinements, third-grade golden elixir!
There were no magical impurities in the green golden elixir. Under the cleansing of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, the fist-sized golden elixir shrank again.

The second ancient rune emerged, a second-grade golden elixir.

"Year of Wood Jiazi, withering and flourishing, life and death have their own way, heaven nine escapes one"

A magnificent figure wearing an imperial robe and twelve crowns appeared.

The chanting voice filled with wildness sounded all around Fang Yi.

In the Dantian Qi Sea, the big green pill absorbed the energy from the Dragon and Tiger Pill Cauldron refined by the true fire, and a rich vitality emerged.

"After nine refinements, the elixir becomes a first-grade golden elixir!"

"Buzz!"

In the dark place, a strange, fierce and confusing aura descended, and Fang Yi's mind became drowsy, as if he was about to fall into an illusion.

"The inner demon calamity has arrived! How can it be so fast!"

Outside the yellow sand formation, Chimei Zi was shocked when he felt the sweet, chaotic and confusing aura.

Fang Yi's foundation was beyond his expectations. Within ten days, he had already condensed the true elixir and entered the inner demon tribulation.

"It is indeed a great blessing for Xuanyang Mountain. Another True Dan Master has been born, marking the birth of the sect's foundation."

Chimeizi was beaming with joy. Even in Xuanyang Mountain, it was a joyous occasion for Fang Yi to condense the true elixir.

As for the golden elixir?

And it’s a first-grade golden elixir?
Chimei Zi never thought that for a mid-level Taoist cultivator, refining a true elixir was already a great opportunity and a stroke of luck.

The price paid by the Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall lineage to condense the third-grade golden elixir for Zhang Hengyi, a top-grade Taoist, was a loss that even Chimei Zi felt heartbroken.

"Ancestor Chiyang, this kid is trapped in the inner demon tribulation, you must quickly activate the Biyin Qingxin Bamboo Formation!
"When you take a hundred steps, ninety-nine of them are worth taking. Don't let the last step go wrong."

The palm-sized jade-colored turtle was about to emit a ray of light.

"Ding-ling-ling!" The crisp and pleasant sound of the bell that cleanses the soul came from the yellow sand formation.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly. In his soul, a black and white mysterious stone suppressed his soul, which was cushioned by the Three Lives Stone.

"Three Lives Stone, I haven't seen it for a long time. I don't know what wonderful uses you have hidden. After I make the elixir, I will definitely explore it."

Before falling into the inner demon calamity, he cast a magic seal, which fell into the Biyin Qingxin Bamboo.

"Brother Fang, it's been a while since we last met. Why didn't you come look for me when you returned to Xuanyang Mountain?"

Looking at the female cultivator in front of him, who was wearing a plain white robe, with jade bracelets on her hands, and gentle eyes and eyebrows, with strands of water spirit energy wrapped around her body.

Fang Yi slowly opened his eyes and said in surprise.

"Yang Cai'er?"

Yang Caier's eyes were full of affection, and her soft and delicate body leaned into Fang Yi's arms.

"I compare my sincerity to the bright moon, but the moon shines only on the ditch. Brother Fang, why don't you come to find me? Don't you know my feelings?"

Fang Yi gently caressed the delicate body in his arms, and his slender hands followed the graceful curves and touched Yang Caier's slender neck.

Feeling the creamy skin of the beauty in his arms, he chuckled.

"But it's my fault!"

"Crack!" Fang Yi broke the delicate neck. Looking at the female cultivator who died with her eyes open in his arms, he shook his head and sighed.

"Junior Sister Yang has a firm heart and is wholeheartedly seeking the Dao. She practices the forbidden techniques of Bingpo Peak in order to gain a chance to condense her elixir.

Even if I have feelings for you, I'm not the type to be so coy."

The beauty in his arms turned into gray mist and dissipated, part of which merged into his soul.

Feeling the pleasant bamboo sounds, although he was able to leave the illusion, Fang Yi did not take any action. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Sure enough, refining the power of the inner demon can help the soul grow.

Let me see what changes will occur during the Heart Demon Tribulation, so that I can prepare for the formation of the Nascent Soul."

The mist rolled in, and an ancient building, decorated with lanterns and decorated with bright red wedding characters on its wooden windows, emerged. Fang Yi opened his eyes again, looked at the female cultivator in front of him, and sighed.

"Master, what happened? On your wedding night, let me wait for you to go to bed."

Master Chunyue gently waved the purple round fan in her hand, and the golden hairpins in her hair swayed slightly.

"I have refined some of the power of your inner demon, and now you have run out of tricks?" A flash of knife light passed by his fingertips, and Chunyue's huge head flew up.

"Oh!"

The clouds and mist rolled, and the illusion dissipated again.

"Senior Brother Fang, help!" A flash of knife killed Xu Qingshe, and Fang Yi felt neither happy nor sad.

As the illusion dissipated again, a mountain of spiritual objects and three bound disciples appeared in front of him.

"Fang Yi, hand over the [Life and Death Flourishing Sutra], and I will let you and your disciple live!"

"I've really run out of tricks." Fang Yi showed a look of disappointment, clenched his five fingers into fists, and threw out two punches at the same time.

"Bang!" The three disciples were beaten into a pool of flesh by the heavy punches, and their souls were scattered.

Yan Youtai's face was grim. "Fang Yi, how dare you do this and harm your fellow disciples!"

"Senior Brother Yan is a ruthless person, why would he care about a few Foundation Establishment cultivators?" Fang Yi's mind turned.

An hour later.

Fang Yi opened his eyes, and the spiritual power in the spiritual spring was continuously drawn out.

After a while, surging and vigorous energy rose into the sky, evolving into lotus leaves reaching the sky, ancient and twisted trees, exotic flowers and plants, and all kinds of strange visions.

"Xiao Qi, conceal your aura!"

The Seven Rings, which had been prepared for a long time, surged with demonic power, spitting out array patterns that transformed into mountain shadows and suppressed the various strange phenomena.

"Buzz!"

The green magic power easily blew away the shadow of the mountain, but Fang Yi also freed his hands.

He changed the gestures with his fingertips, tied his hands inward, put his two index fingers together vertically, and pressed his thumb against the ring nail.

A powerful aura like a mountain flows, blessing oneself.

[Green Mountain Immovable Seal]!
"Not enough! This grade of golden elixir cannot be exposed!" Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like a bottomless cold pool.

An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. In the Dayun world of immortal cultivation, Zhang Hengyi, the only one who has revealed the grade of his golden elixir, is only a third-grade golden elixir.

If the quality of one's own elixir is exposed, it would be too terrifying for a medium-grade spiritual root to condense into a golden elixir.

The old monster took over the body, the enemy sect sniped him, and even the real people in the sect spied on him and saw him as an opportunity.

His fingertips changed the magic gestures and his slender ten fingers formed seals.

"Withering and Flourishing Breath-Concealing Technique!"

Runes flowed on Fang Yi's crystal body, turning into rune chains that blocked the qi.

A quarter of an hour later,
"Boom!"

Looking at the leaden clouds covering a hundred miles in the sky, Fang Yi held the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, and spiritual vines grew out and turned into a canopy.

The blue lotus flag was raised, and blue lotus flowers fell from it. With the blessing of the pure golden elixir magic power, the twelve magic prohibitions in the flag were pushed to the extreme, evolving into a ray of precious light.

One by one, the lotus seeds sprouted branches, grew leaves, bloomed, and blossomed, turning into a lotus sea of ​​dozens of acres, with endless green lotus leaves reaching the sky.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and fell towards Fang Yi.

In the Biguang Wuyuan Mansion, twelve purple stone pillars activated on their own.

On the magic weapon for avoiding disasters that has been passed down in Xuanyang for hundreds of years, luxurious runes for avoiding lightning and transforming disasters are circulating.

The invisible suction force turned into a distorted force field, splitting the falling thunder into two. Thirty percent of the power was channeled into the earth veins, and the remaining seventy percent was blocked by Fang Yi's Sky-reaching Lotus Sea.

"Boom!"

Leaden clouds rolled, the wind howled, thunder roared, the thunder waves rolled endlessly, and purple thunderbolts kept striking.

In just a quarter of an hour, thirty-three thunder tribulations of forty-nine numbers had already fallen.

"Boom!" The power of the last three thunder tribulations increased dramatically, and each one was comparable to a full-strength attack from a cultivator at the third stage of the Jindan stage.

In an instant, three thunder tribulations fell at the same time.

Looking at the thunder tribulation whose power was rapidly increasing, Fang Yi held the Ruins of the World withered and flourishing banner in his hand, which was shining brightly, and was about to take action.

Among the twelve purple lightning pillars, five treasure bans lit up at the same time.

One by one, the calamity runes were damaged, and the power of the thunder increased dramatically. The number of thunder tribulations increased from three to six, and the power was reduced by 40%.

The delicate green lotus above his head swayed, and three bolts of lightning fell. The green lotus withered and bloomed, bloomed and withered, repeating over and over again, easily blocking the thunder tribulation.

“So relaxing!”

Fang Yi glanced at the listless Jade Pure Sound Bamboo and sighed.

In his previous life, he was going through a tribulation in the Mingquan Sect. Not only was the thunder tribulation fierce, but he was also being watched by his fellow disciples. He almost escaped death.

How could it be like this today, where he hadn't even used his full strength or activated his life treasure to its fullest, yet he easily survived the thunder tribulation.

"Sure enough, Xuanyang Mountain's thousand-year accumulation is far better than a cultivator's individual efforts.

After that, I will take charge of Xuanyang Mountain and use the thousand years of accumulation within the sect to help me on my path to the Nascent Soul stage."

Three days later, the Wuyuan Cave was filled with green light, and the green bamboos were swaying and the branches and leaves were rustling.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on a green auspicious cloud, adapting to the transformation of his magic power.

A three-foot-long gleam of light shot out from his deep eyes. Fang Yi smiled and clenched his five fingers, feeling the surging magic power.

"After two lifetimes of cultivation and five hundred years, I have finally advanced to the Jindan realm again."

“If the elixir becomes first-class, the future is limitless.

With this supreme foundation, the path of Yuanying is no longer a mirage. From now on, I am also the one who will take over the world of Dayun Immortal Cultivation.

In the small cave of Kuruo, a spiritual seed surrounded by mysterious aura was causing mysterious fluctuations.

“The Xuantian Spirit Seed has changed, as if it has been attracted by my magic power.

Is this a surprise?"

Fang Yi's face showed a strange look, and his mind moved slightly.

The banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins world fluttered, and a gray-shelled spirit seed surrounded by mysterious energy flew out from the small cave.

In contrast to the previous lack of reaction, mysterious runes appeared faintly on the ancient Xuantian Spirit Seed.

A magical power was injected into it, the Xuantian spirit seed vibrated, and the mysterious energy was fed back.

"This is?"

Fang Yi showed joy on his face, and his magic power continued to pour into the spirit seed.

In the Dantian Qi Sea, nourished by the mysterious Qi, three ancient runes are connected to each other, as if they are about to evolve into the prototype of a magical power.

"Oh!"

The green golden elixir rotates slowly, a cycle of rotation occurs, and the rhythm of the changing seasons lingers.

The quality of the golden elixir has been improved.
After one month.

Chi Yangzi looked at the yellow sand formation with a strange expression.

"It takes an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator three to five days at most to condense a True Pill. Why is Fang Yi taking so long?"

Just as he was about to activate the sound transmission talisman to call Fang Yi out of seclusion, a surge of demonic power, carrying the wild aura of a third-level demon beast, soared into the sky.

"Demon beast condensed pill?" Chi Yangzi reacted instantly and recalled the records of the other party's information in the sect.

"Fang Yi's third-level spiritual pet?
How can this also condense into a true pill?!"

"Is the Five Elements Soil for the demon pet?" A red light flashed, and a gleam of light flashed in Chimeizi's eyes, sensing the spiritual energy that was constantly gathering.

"He wants to borrow the power of the Bi Guang Wu Yuan Cave to help his spirit pet condense its elixir!

What a courage! "

"Chimei, what should we do now? It costs a lot to condense the pill every time for this Bi Guang Wu Yuan Palace." Chi Yangzi was speechless.

"I was tricked by this young man!" Chimeizi's mouth twitched slightly, recalling the fragrance of the third-level elixir two months ago.

“This young man probably had a plan in mind when he was refining the third-level spiritual medicine.

If it was an ordinary real pill, he would have to pay the price.

But now, Fang Yi’s value is different. A third-level spiritual doctor can supplement the sect’s inheritance.

A third-level demon pet will also be beneficial to the sect. Let’s deal with this demon beast pill tribulation first.”

A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, and Chimeizi grabbed with five fingers, and a purple lightning stone flew out and landed on the twelve stone pillars.

Runes of warding off disasters one after another, recovery visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)