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

Chapter 30: The Crisis is Approaching (Please Read!)
"Fourth level of Qi training?"

Looking at the monk who was confronting him in front of him.

Although Fang Yi was a little confused, he knew that it was better to strike first than to gain the upper hand.

His hands moved extremely quickly. He slapped the storage bag and two magical weapons flew out.

It transformed into an earth-splitting hoe and a seven-toothed rake, and chopped towards the black-robed monk's vital points.

Seeing the magic weapon coming, a black and white double-sword magic weapon flew out from the sleeves of the black-robed monk and entangled with it.

"Ding! Ding! Ding"

The forest of towering ancient trees was filled with the sound of magical instruments colliding.

The black-robed monk was somewhat surprised at this weak monk who only had the aura of the second level of Qi training.

He was actually able to stop his own magic weapon.

But he did not hesitate and continued to practice the magic formula.

The wind-attributed spiritual power gathered and transformed into several wind blades about ten feet long, slashing towards the monk.

Seeing the green wind blade coming towards him, Fang Yi's face remained calm.

He calmly circulated his magical power, and the spiritual pattern on the body of the cloud smoke pot next to him lit up.
Red smoke gushes out from the mouth of the pot continuously.

The smoke and haze rolled into a cloud shield, easily blocking the wind blade.

The black-robed monk frowned upon seeing this.

Then he pounded his chest and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

This is the beginning of desperate efforts.

The black hair and energetic hands became visibly pale and withered...

After fighting for less than thirty breaths, Fang Yi had already discovered that something was wrong with this cultivator.

The immortal way values ​​life, which serious cultivator would be so careless about his life? The secret method that greatly depletes vitality never stops.
He planned to test the foundation of some monks again.

"My fellow black-robed Taoist, we have no past grudges or recent hatreds. Why are you fighting so fiercely?"

"If you want to leave, I will definitely not stop you..."

Fang Yi distanced himself from the monk.

On the other side, he controlled the spirit spider puppets that had been placed around, opened their spider mouths and aimed at the vital points of the black-robed monk.

With the blessing of essence and blood, the power of the double-sword magic weapon increased dramatically.

After all, only one of the magic restrictions of the Earth-Splitting Hoe is intact, and the new magic weapon, the Rake, is not yet fully refined.

The double swords only separated one long sword and entangled the other two weapons.

Another long sword slashed towards Fang Yi with blood.
Seeing the long sword approaching, the mist around Fang Yi rolled up and turned into a giant white jade hand, which easily knocked the long sword away.

Although the black-robed monk remained silent.

But from the monk's slightly stiff hand gestures and his desperate attitude of not caring about anything.

Fang Yi had already seen some clues.

"A secret technique similar to the human puppet technique?"

'Then the danger level of this secret realm will be different.'

"Hey, that Master Lingmu has obviously been tricked by the foundation-building cultivator of the Changsun family..."

Seeing that all his attacks were blocked, the black-robed monk's magic power increased and he was determined to continue fighting.

"laugh!"

Fang Yi used the secret soul technique, the Soul-Shocking Stab, and the black-robed monk paused.

While the black-robed monk was injured by the Soul-Shocking Spear.

Several black spider silk threads with a sweet and fishy smell shot out from between the ancient trees.

'Wheel. Wheel'

The monk's entire head was cut off from the neck and rolled several times on the grass.

He saw that the black-robed monk had been killed by himself.

Fang Yi pointed his index finger, and a stream of clear spring meandered out.

Prepare to see who is under the mask of this black-robed monk.

Wearing a mask naturally means that there is a secret underneath.

At this moment, a wind blade flew from a distance, interrupting Fang Yi's movements.

He slowly turned his gaze to an ancient green tree on the right.

A black-robed monk walked out from the side, carrying a gray-robed man.

'Um? '

"He came back so soon. That monk is useless. He can't delay us even a little bit."

'Now it takes a lot more effort.'

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness moved, and he controlled the spider puppet to pounce on the black-robed monk.

That night, in a secret place, in a tree hole with a talisman that concealed the breath.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" Tang Zhongsheng felt his cheeks red, swollen and painful, and woke up from his coma.

He subconsciously mobilized his magic power, but found that his dantian was empty and the acupoints all over his body were blocked.

"woke up?"

"When you wake up, tell me what you know."

Fang Yi spoke.

Tang Zhongsheng thought about what he had done at that time, and cold sweat broke out on his body.

A flattering smile was hurriedly put on his face.

"Brother, let's talk it over! Let's talk it over!!"

"Could you please take your magic weapon away? It would be bad if someone gets hurt accidentally."

Fang Yi ignored Tang Zhongsheng's words and moved the black sword in his hand closer.

A faint trace of blood was left on his neck.

Under the threat of his life, Tang Zhongsheng dared not hide anything.

He recounted the entire process of his encounter with the black-robed monk in detail, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"Brother, that's all I know."

Seeing that he had a slick face and avoided the important issues in his words, Fang Yi didn't say much.

He formed a magic seal and used the secret soul-refining hand technique of the criminal way to hit Tang Zhongsheng all over his body.

"what!"

Tang Zhongsheng felt as if there was a hot stick stirring in his brain.

Then severe pain came from all over the body.

He banged his head against the ground and struggled desperately, but the pain was not relieved at all.

Just when he felt he was about to pass out, the pain suddenly disappeared.

“Huh. Huh. Huh.”

Tang Zhongsheng was breathing heavily, his whole body drenched in sweat.

He looked at Fang Yi with a hint of fear.

"Brother, I don't have any."

"what!!!"

A gray spiritual light hit him, and Tang Zhongsheng's words were interrupted by severe pain.

This happened several times.

Soul Refining Hand.
Bone extraction method.
Heart-destroying finger.
Many secret methods of torture were used one after another, and every time Tang Zhongsheng was about to faint, he used them.

Fang Yi stopped what he was doing.

Sometimes he failed to control his strength and made the monk in front of him faint.
It will also 'kindly' use the Water Moisturizing Technique and the Spring Breeze Technique to wake it up.

An hour later.

Fang Yi looked at the monk in front of him who looked like a dead dog.

He nodded with satisfaction, knowing that his psychological defenses had been completely broken.

The torture method used by low-level magic monks is so simple and convenient.

Since we have a grudge, I will definitely not show mercy.

Regardless of whether they lied or forgot important information.

Use secret methods first, and then you can squeeze out some information.

As for when one's cultivation breaks through to the foundation-building stage, there will naturally be a more convenient method of searching the soul.

"Anything else to say?"

Seeing the devilish monk in front of him speaking again, Tang Zhongsheng did not dare to pause for a moment.

Tell everything you have just concealed.

"Sir, one of the monks once said that he wanted to refine me into a cauldron and offer it to the master."

"I also know the location of a spiritual spring in the secret realm. Although it is not as good as the Qingling Spring, it is also a rare spiritual object."

"I am willing to serve you as my master. Oh, I have a younger sister. She is as beautiful as a flower. If you would spare my life, I would be willing to give her to you."

Tang Zhongsheng wished he could confess everything about himself.

Seeing that he really couldn't get any other information out of him, Fang Yi knocked him out with a knife.

Recall the information I have.

'Cauldron? '

'Secret realm.'

"Human puppet?"

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