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

Chapter 575 Three Blood Foods, Chang Sun Jie Arrives
Luo Laoer had a mustache and a scarlet sword in his sleeve, and he slashed towards Chen Fang.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt all ten. After practicing for many years, how could he not know such a simple method?
"The Chen family's inherited magical artifact, the Ancient Moon Platform, is from Xiaoyue Mountain. What's your connection to Chen Yuanxun?"

Fang Yi's robe rustled as he toyed with a small silver-white beast in his arms, a look of surprise in his eyes.

The Chen family of Xiaoyue Mountain once gave birth to a fake Dan Zhenren.

Although it declined afterwards, a hundred years ago, it designed a plan to wipe out the neighboring Wang family of foundation building, and its foundation recovered.

His trump card during the Qi training period, the main material for the quasi-second-level Wind Feather Eagle puppet, was obtained in Xiaoyue Mountain.

After he established his foundation, he visited me many times. After he went to Sudu Mountain, we gradually lost contact.

Now we meet in Chiquan Mountain, it seems like fate.

"Senior, do you know my grandmother?"

Chen Yao wore a light purple pleated skirt with butterfly embroidery on the hem and dark gold cloud patterns faintly visible between the pleats. An ink-colored palace belt tightly bound her slender waist, and a double-ring white jade pendant hung down.

Looking at the cultivator with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes in front of her and with profound cultivation, a look of joy appeared on her delicate face.

If there is a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building to protect him, it may be possible to avenge the cultivators of the clan who were ambushed and killed.

"Senior, my name is Chen Yao.

My great-grandmother has passed away many years ago, and now I am in charge of the Chen family in Xiaoyue Mountain."

Chen Yao looked at Chen Fang, who was being clumsily controlled by Luo Laoer's men, and gritted her teeth.

"If you are willing to help me, I will take charge of this Ancient Moon Platform as a reward."

"Clan leader?!" Chen Fang's expression changed slightly. This ancient moon platform was a top-grade magic weapon and the greatest asset of the Chen family of Xiaoyue Mountain.

On weekdays, we offer sacrifices and offerings every day without slacking off for the slightest bit, but now we send it away so easily.

"Shut up!" Chen Yao slapped her storage bag, and a green moon blade slashed towards Luo Laoer.

"You don't need to pay me a huge reward, but there is something I want you to do later."

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and as his sleeves fluttered, the blue lotus flag was raised. Vitality gathered, and blue lotuses fell, turning into half an acre of lotus sea.

"Boy, we're both in the late foundation building stage, do you really think I'm afraid of a pretty boy like you?"

Luo Yong's face was fierce, and a dark aura was urging a ghost-headed sword to chop down.

"Hua La La!" The fighting green lotus swayed and easily blocked the ghost-head knife magic weapon.

Even if he restrained his magic power and disguised himself as a Foundation Establishment Master, Fang Yi was no match for a mere late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The green magic power turned into pine needles, and cold light flowed on the tips of the needles.

With a touch of his fingertips, thirty-six pine needles turned into a straight line and shot towards the ghost-headed sword like a rain of pear blossoms.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The green pine needles were extremely condensed, and with the sound of metal clashing, they actually created cracks on the ghost-head knife magic weapon.

"No, that's a tricky idea!

Fight! "

Luo Yong's expression changed slightly and his lips moved rapidly.

"Zheng!" A thin black shadow appeared behind Fang Yi. A three-edged spear was held in the monk's hand, and the spear was glowing with a faint green light.

Seeing the three-bladed spear getting closer and closer to Fang Yi, Luo Yong felt relieved and then looked at the Green Lotus Baose Flag greedily.

"A top-grade defensive magical weapon, I never thought I'd get such a big reward.

Hehe, the third brother’s Yinhun Thorn had the opportunity to be refined again in Sudu Mountain.

Even if you are in the late stage of foundation building, if you are contaminated by it, you will suffer a great loss!"

With lustful eyes, he licked Chen Yao's delicate skin, and Luo Yong felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

"A foundation-building cauldron can help me reach a higher level of cultivation. Should I strike it rich?!"

"Senior, be careful!" Chen Yao's face changed drastically when he suddenly discovered a black shadow only ten feet away from Fang Yi, and he shouted loudly.

"Too late!" Luo San's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the three-bladed spear instantly stabbed out.

"Ding!"

A delicate leaf appeared in front of the three-bladed spear, and the green light turned into layers of ripples, easily blocking the magic weapon.

Fang Yi turned his head with a smile on his face.

"You just came to my door, saving me a lot of trouble."

An ancient vine as thick as a bowl snaked out from his sleeve and swam in the air like a snake.

It only took half a breath to restrain Luo San's body.

"Not good!" Luo San's face changed drastically. He activated his magic power and ghost faces appeared on his black robe.

"The fourth level of foundation building is also a small supplement for Chi Yin." A cold light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and the dark barbs, shining with cold light, easily penetrated the robe and pierced into Luo San's body.

"Next, it's my fellow Taoist!"

Fang Yi took a step forward, green lotuses bloomed under his feet, his sleeves fluttered, and his figure disappeared.

"not good!"

Luo Yong's face changed drastically. He also knew Luo San's fighting ability.

Even if you use all your strength, it is impossible to defeat it in just a few breaths.

"Where did this monster come from that has such fighting power?"

Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he activated the blood escape technique, his blood and essence burned, and his limbs and bones were covered with scarlet blood.

Without caring about Luo Lao Er, Luo Yong's ghost-head sword exploded and he fled madly.

"boom!"

The yin energy rolled and the sound of explosions resounded through the sky.

Under the strong wind, the Shanhe Huayue robe fluttered, and Fang Yi appeared five feet behind Luo Yong.

"I can't let you run away"

His expression was indifferent. With a grab of his five fingers, hundreds of withered and yellow vines turned into a large hand with distinct knuckles and fell down.

Little withered vine hand!

A faint sandalwood scent circulated, Luo Yong's face became bright, and his escape speed slowed down slightly.

"Boom!"

The withered vine hand fell down slowly but actually quickly. Fang Yi's face was calm. The green lotus blossomed under his feet and his figure disappeared again.

"the second!"

"The third!"

After a stick of incense.

Looking at the three evil men of the Luo family bound by vines, Chen Yao's eyes lit up with excitement.

Ignoring Chen Fang's objection, she held a three-tiered altar that shone with silver light, moved with lotus steps and swayed her waist.

Bringing a faint fragrance, she came to Fang Yi.

"Thank you very much for saving me, Senior. Chen Yao has no way to repay you.

This Ancient Moon Terrace is a gift from the Chen family to you, Senior."

Looking at Chen Yao, who was standing in front of him with a graceful figure and showing her charm intentionally or unintentionally, a smile appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

Then, five white jade-like fingers stretched out and folded up the ancient moon platform.

"In that case, Fang will not be polite."

Put away?!
Really put it away?!
Chen Yaofeng's eyes were wide open, and she was quite confident in her own beauty.

The gift of the Ancient Moon Terrace was simply to leave a good impression on this genius cultivator.

Never thought about it.
Quickly suppressing the regret in her heart, Chen Yao bowed.

"I wonder what I can do for you, Senior?"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a ray of spiritual light flew out, turning into a three-story jade-colored building ship that was sacrificed.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yao, Fellow Daoist Chen Fang, this is a long story.

I saw that the two fellow Taoists were also going to Chiquan Mountain. I guess it was for the Kang family's Jiazi cocktail party.

Why not come to my flying boat and discuss this?"

Chen Yao's eyes flickered as she spoke softly, "Could it be that Brother Dao is after the Kang family's third-grade spirit wine?"

Fang Yi smiled without saying anything, neither admitting nor denying.

In the evening, the jade-colored ship sailed through the silver light.

In the ship, Fang Yi's five fingers shone with a faint light, and Luo Yong's head was pinched in his hands. "Sir, spare my life! Sir, spare my life!" Intense pain rang out from the depths of his soul.

Luo Yong's face was ferocious, and he kept begging for mercy as soon as he woke up.

"Sir, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master. My three brothers have been cultivating in Chiquan Mountain for nearly sixty years.

Even the third-level spirit wine can be found through some means."

Fang Yi felt neither happy nor sad, and didn't care about what Luo Yong said. His spiritual sense kept flipping through the memories of the cultivator in his hand.

A quarter of an hour later.

He loosened his five fingers slightly, his face was ferocious, his eyes were lifeless, and the monk, who had been turned into an idiot by the soul-searching technique, fell to the ground.

"Oh!"

Three monks, with their eyes rolled back and only their chests heaving, leaned at the feet.

Fang Yi's mind moved, and he spoke to the young man who was drooling behind him.

"Chi Yin, you can use these three people as blood food, but remember to put their souls into the Soul Nourishing Pond, don't waste them."

"Roar!" A young boy with a childish face and long hair growled.

Immediately, corpse qi lingered, the black nails on the five fingers stretched out, and chains stretched out. Contentedly, they dragged the three evil men of the Luo family into the Kuruo Small Cave.

Waving his hand to put away the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, Fang Yi looked through the magic ban with a dim gaze at the Chiquan Mountain that was gradually coming into view.

The Chiquan Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, and was protected by numerous magical prohibitions, which concealed the entire sacred peak from view.

My eyes fell on the foot of Chiquan Mountain, and a market town with ancient buildings crisscrossing each other came into view.

A piece of vermilion jade turned into a memorial archway, suspended in the air.

[Jiuquan Market] Four runes, with endless spiritual light flowing.

"The third brother of the Luo family has been hanging around in the Chiquan Mountain area for a long time and has heard of the name Wuhua.

However, I haven’t seen it in Jiuquan Market for several years.”

Fang Yi's eyes were dim as he raised a soul lamp with a lotus as the base, a bronze base and inscriptions all over it.

"disease!"

The slender index finger emitted rays of spiritual light, and the soul fire the size of a green bean on the soul lamp flickered.

Soul Path Secret Technique: Small Breath-Seeking Method

A few moments.

Fang Yi glanced over and saw that Chiquan Mountain was completely blocked.

With the help of the soul lamp, the small breathing method can already determine the place where Master Wuhua's Qi is the most concentrated.

"The Qi is completely gone. It has been confirmed that Wuhua Yin disappeared in Chiquan Mountain.

Moreover, it is more likely to be disastrous than good.”

The jade-colored boat fluttered for a moment, and Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly as he recalled Tianquezi and Huang Guangsheng's hints.

"A Jiazi wine party? I want to see what's hidden in Chiquan Mountain.
There are only a few possibilities."

Stroking the little animal in his arms, its shiny fur, Fang Yi felt calm.

An hour later.

Fang Yi took a step forward on the jade-colored ship in front of the Jiuquan Market.

Seeing this, Chen Yao did not dare to be negligent. She took light steps and held Fang Yi's strong wrist.

The two had already discussed it.

The two foundation-building masters of the Chen family asked Fang Yi for information about the Jiazi cocktail party.

Fang Yi acts as a backer to intimidate the greedy foundation-building masters in the market so that the Chen family can sell spiritual objects.

Walking on the bluestone road and passing through pavilions and towers, the rich aroma of wine hits you in the face.

Led by Chen Yao, the three came to a nine-story ancient building.

"Brother Li Heng, this Qingquan Tower is the best market in the market.

In the Dayun Immortal Cultivation Realm, eighty to ninety percent of the cultivators who came for the Jiazi Ceremony came here.
As for the invitation to the Jiuquan Dharma Assembly, please wait a moment, Brother. Chen Yao will go and inquire about it immediately."

Fang Yi lifted his boots and stepped into the hall, looking at the monks coming and going.

Either they are burly monks wearing gilded robes, or they are elegant young men holding jade flutes, or they are beautiful female monks with rosy faces and graceful figures.

The cultivators are old and young, with both yin and yang, but without exception, they are all at the foundation-building stage.

Occasionally, there would be young cultivators in the Qi training stage, with their dark and innocent eyes, accompanied by elders in the foundation-building stage, who came here to gain more knowledge.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi's eyes fixed.

A monk wearing a linen robe, with a thin body, a mustache, and a gray water-drawing leopard riding on his crotch, came into view.

Changsun Jie?

Feeling the cultivator's ninth-level foundation-building cultivation, Fang Yi felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Because I came here for the third-level spiritual wine.

Although Chang Sun Jie is a Jindan seed from Xuanyang Mountain, he has profound cultivation and outstanding fighting skills.

But because of his bad luck, the monks he met always suffered misfortunes.

Several True Dan Zhenren in the sect did not take a liking to him and accepted him as a disciple.

In this way, it is a big problem to condense the elixir and form the elixir spirit object.

Chang Sun Jie noticed Fang Yi's gaze, turned his head, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Fang Yi?
How could he be here, but he has reached the seventh level of foundation building?

wrong?

In Chang Sun Jie's eyes, a gray light flowed, seeing through the disguise.

Ninth level of foundation building?

He thought about it and prepared to visit one or two people.

As a cultivator who had also reached the ninth level of foundation building, Changsun Jie had even fought against the True Person of Fake Dan. How could he be afraid of a medical cultivator?

"I'll go visit one or two people tonight. There's a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor who can help me. This Jiazi cocktail party will be much easier."

As for Fang Yi’s refusal?
Chang Sun Jie sensed a token magic weapon in his arms that was glowing with precious light.

He believed that Fang Yi would not be so unwise as to persuade him with kind words and reason.

He had fought against a mere ninth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator before, and had even killed him before.
The moon is high in the sky and the wind is cold.

A gray-robed servant led Fang Yi to stand in front of a courtyard with red walls and black tiles.

"Master Li Heng, this Wuhe Garden is the cave you rented. If you need anything, you can activate the token.

The little one will be here soon."

The gray-robed servant spoke respectfully, holding a token in his hand. He did not dare to offend the foundation-building master who rented the most advanced cave.

"You step back."

Fang Yi took the token, waved his hand, and stepped into the cave.

Twelve formation flags suddenly appeared, evolving into a small formation space that separated the inside and outside of Wuhe Garden.

Chang Sun Jie's voice sounded with a hint of pride.

“Junior Brother Fang, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, but we need to get closer.

It just so happens that I have something that I need you to do, and I think you won’t refuse.”

Fang Yi's lips curled up into a strange smile. "Brother Changsun, it's been a while since we last met. We need to get closer."
I also have something I need Senior Brother Changsun’s help with.”

A large, ancient tripod with three legs and two ears was lifted up and suspended in the air.

The silver toad worshipped the moon, the golden centipede exhaled, and the black spider wove a web. Strange phenomena appeared one after another and turned into numerous magical bans, sealing off Wuhe Garden.

Chang Sun Jie narrowed his eyes slightly, then a playful expression appeared on his face. "A magic weapon?
Junior Brother Fang, the difference between you and me is not just a matter of whether a magic weapon can compare.
Do your best for me, and I will definitely benefit from you in the future.

otherwise"

"How else?"

Fang Yi wore a jade crown, had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his luxurious robes rustled. A vast aura filled the cave.

"Zhenzhen. Zhendan Zhenren?" Changsheng Jie spoke incoherently with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"How is this possible? There's clearly no news from the sect?!"

(End of this chapter)