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

Chapter 29: Black Robe Monk (Please Read!)
This is the greatest heritage of Qianzhi Garden, the first-level secret realm - Qingling Secret Realm.

A quarter of an hour later.

The purple-gold token has turned into a bronze gate.

Fang Yi felt a strong water spirit emanating from the gate, but there was no joy on his face.

The two foundation-building monks in front of him had smiles on their faces.

But he clearly understood the sword-wielding and saber-rattling behind the words of these two monks.

Although he didn't know why these two cultivators had a grudge against each other, he was just a Qi-cultivating cultivator now.

Now I have no shortage of skills and a long life.

I really don't want to get involved in the feud between the two foundation-building cultivators and suffer the consequences.

Unfortunately, the foundation-building cultivator in brocade robes continued to speak.

"Junior sister is so generous, she has greatly boosted the prestige of Xuanyang Mountain."

Chang Sun Heng's expression was calm.

He secretly glanced at a cultivator behind Liu Qingyan with the corner of his eye.

The monk, holding a golden lamp and wearing a green bamboo robe, nodded slightly to him.

Seeing this, Chang Sun Heng understood and asked Liu Qingyan.

"I just wonder how many people can enter this secret realm?"

Liu Qingyan's heart ached to the point of bleeding. This token was given by the Li family.

You can open the Qingling Secret Realm once and let it go there to collect opportunities.

The clear and spiritual spring inside is only of the first-grade quality, but it is nourished by the secret realm.

Every sixty years, a second-level spiritual object called "Moonlight Stone" will be born.

This was also the benefit that the Li family gave to him that day in order to prevent him from choosing the Changsun family.

This was originally intended to be the main material for refining his own magical weapon.

Now I'm afraid it will take some effort.

Liu Qingyan suppressed her anger and spoke.

"This Qingling Secret Realm is open to all cultivators who come to listen to the teachings."

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None of the Qi-cultivating cultivators who can join Xuanyang Mountain are stupid.

Seeing that the two foundation-building masters were on the verge of a fight, no one dared to wade into this muddy water.

Those who came here to listen to the teachings were all disciples from Lingyang Peak.

These disciples cannot afford to offend any random foundation-building cultivator.

Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Chang Sun Heng continued to speak in a strange tone.

"Junior Sister Liu, it seems these nephews seem a little dissatisfied."

"Are you afraid that your junior sister will take revenge on you later?"

Liu Qingyan could no longer bear it. She waved her hand and a gust of wind blew over, sweeping all the monks on the platform away.

The gale was not fierce, but all the cultivators present in the Qingling Secret Realm had heard that it was not a dangerous place.

Not wanting to anger Liu Qingyan, who was obviously furious, he went in reluctantly.

Fang Yi and others were also among them, but the golden lamps and fisherman's drums in their hands were taken away by Liu Qingyan.

He was careful that if these magical instruments were damaged, he would have to compensate the sect members.

"Are you satisfied now, Brother?"

"Junior sister, you really misunderstood me. It was just a coincidence that I came here."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Chang Sun Heng said nothing more and turned around and left with the cultivator from Yaowang Valley.

His eyes were dim and he looked at Qian Zhiyuan deeply.

"Uncle Li, I have repaid the favor I owe you."

Qianzhi Garden, Chiyang Spring.

Feeling the tide of spiritual energy in the void, Li Zhaofei slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Chang Sun Heng kept his word and did not go against the agreement he had made with himself.

Then he threw out a red mirror, driven by powerful magic power.

The magic mirror and the Chiyang Spring were combined, and as the spiritual light flowed, the figures of Li Wuhui's four cauldrons appeared.

I saw a shadow in the mirror, with a blood-colored aura gushing out of its body, echoing the magic mirror in the distance.

Use this magic mirror to completely open up the passage to the Qingling Secret Realm.

A deep blue vortex appeared in the magic mirror.

"No regrets, the Chiyang Spring and the Qingling Spring are originally one. Now I will borrow your cauldron to lock the secret realm."

"With this Haoyang Treasure Mirror as a base, you can also enter the Qingling Secret Realm."

"With the number of monks in the secret realm, there are more than enough for you to complete your final transformation safely."

Li Wuhui nodded and looked at Li Zhaofei silently.

He wiped away the last bit of reluctance in his heart and entered the secret realm. Two days later, in the Qingling Secret Realm, in an ancient forest.

Fang Yi controlled the Earth-Splitting Hoe and easily killed a first-grade, low-grade Collared Fox.

Then he skillfully pulled out the tendons and bones, drained the blood and took the soul.

He was inexplicably involved in the feud between the foundation-building cultivators.

Although he had gained a lot in the past few days, he also considered whether he should learn the art of divination.

To avoid such things from happening again.

Unfortunately, the art of divination is hard to come by, and after two lifetimes of practice, he hasn't even obtained a complete inheritance.

As far as Fang Yi knew, this secret realm was a resource-based first-level secret realm opened up by a Jindan Zhenren from Xuanyang Sect.

The main spiritual plants are water and wood.

The strongest is a first-grade top-grade monster.

Although Fang Yi is no match for this kind of monster, it is not difficult for him to survive against it.

He thought that now he had to find a place to stay first.

Once the waiting time is up, the door to the secret realm will open again.

'kindness?'

Fang Yi felt a surge of spiritual energy coming from afar, getting closer and closer.

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Tang Zhongsheng was wearing a gray robe, breathing heavily, and running quickly in the ancient forest.

I saw a monk in a black robe behind me, getting closer and closer.

A look of despair appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no grudges against each other, so why are you pressing us so hard..."

"I don't want this elixir anymore..."

As he said this, he threw out the first-level elixir in the storage bag.

Tang Zhongsheng was also an outer sect cultivator who came to listen to the lecture. He was secretly delighted to enter this secret realm, as it was an opportunity.

He had practiced in Lingyang Peak for many years and had heard of this Qingling Secret Realm.

Except for the Qingling Spring, which is of the highest grade and close to the second grade.

It also produces many first-level spiritual objects with water and wood attributes.

I heard that it was a Jindan Zhenren who was born in Qianzhi Garden and left an opportunity for the spiritual plant masters in the garden.

As expected, not long after he entered the secret realm, he harvested several first-level spiritual medicines, shamu roots.

But he never expected that when he was about to make another effort.

Then he met these two Qigong monks behind him, who were wearing black robes and masks.

Attack them without any discrimination.

Fighting one against two, he is naturally no match.

The two black-robed monks ignored the elixir that was thrown out.

He still hung behind him slowly, and from time to time he would fly out a wind blade or a fireball, making him look miserable.

Tang Zhongsheng knew very well that these two monks wanted to exhaust his magic power so that they could capture him alive.

But he did not have the courage to fight to the death, and he would escape as long as possible.

Just when his magic power was about to run out.

Suddenly, a monk in a white robe appeared in front of him.

There was a hint of excitement in his desperate eyes.

'Divert the trouble away!'

With the monk in front of him attracting his attention, he might be able to escape.

Tang Zhongsheng forcibly squeezed out the little remaining magic power in his dantian.

He used the Qingfeng technique and quickly ran towards the monk.

"Brother!"

"The monk you asked me to lure has arrived. Hurry and act!"

Fang Yi looked at the monk who was rushing towards him and didn't pay much attention to him.

Instead, he stepped back dozens of steps, indicating that he was unwilling to interfere in the feud between the two.

But things backfired.

I can feel the aura of Fang Yi practicing the wood-attributed technique.

The two masked black-robed monks looked at each other.

One of them continued to chase after the disheveled Tang Zhongsheng.

The other one stopped and locked his aura on Fang Yi.

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