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

Chapter 33: Calculations by All Parties (Please Read!)
Liu Qingyan looked at Li Wuhui, who was wearing a moon-white robe.

He walked out slowly from his hiding place, a look of shock on his face.

"Li Wujiu? How could you become like this?"

"Hahaha……"

Liu Qingyan's face was full of sarcasm.

"If Senior Sister Han Jing from Bingpo Peak knew that her beloved had become like this, I wonder if she would be heartbroken..."

When Li Wuhui heard this, his face turned cold, but soon returned to normal.

An ancient moonlight mirror was raised by it, and rich yin-attributed spiritual energy was gathered by the ancient mirror.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Dozens of ice cones attacked Liu Qingyan.

Fang Yi looked at the valley where the Qingling Spring was located, and a pillar of light rose up into the sky.

Then he began to extract the vitality of the plants and trees within a radius of ten miles.

Sensing the constant collision of two cold and gloomy auras.

He narrowed his eyes, determined in his heart.

'here we go……'

"The cultivator hidden in the spiritual spring is a high-level Qi training cultivator, and there are no foundation-building cultivators ambushing him."

The place where it is located is not far from Qingling Spring.

The aura of the formation swept through, easily destroying many plants.

All the plants and trees connected to it died one by one.

Fang Yi's position was thus exposed to the eyes of a black-robed monk guarding outside the spiritual spring.

The monk was You Yifeng.

Three days ago, I followed Li Wuhui's order.

We went to the place where Zhang Xuanlong and Zhao Qinghu died, but did not find any problems.

Afterwards, he was ordered to guard outside the spiritual spring with several other cauldrons at the middle level of Qi training.

To prevent the monk who killed his cauldron from coming to cause trouble.

You Yifeng used a wind technique and quickly approached Fang Yi.

Not long after, his fifth level of Qi training's aura was fully unleashed.

Blocking Fang Yi's way forward.

"Friend Fang, you've made my search so difficult!"

"I never thought that fellow Daoist would hide here. If it weren't for the Lord's divine power,

"I'm afraid that fellow Daoist will ruin the master's plan."

Fang Yi glanced at You Yifeng, whose eyes were red, but didn't want to waste time.

In the fight in the valley, he was more optimistic about the cultivator from the Li family.

Plan for the unintentional with your intention, and plan for the unprepared with your preparation.

Even if Liu Qingyan is a foundation-building cultivator, the possibility of her falling is very high.

But it was precisely because of this that he could not let the Li family complete their plan.

The Li family murdered their fellow cultivators and plotted against the master of foundation building.

Once the mission is accomplished, it will be impossible to show mercy to the monks in the secret realm.

He would never let his own life or death depend on the will of others.

"Zhang Xuanlong, Zhao Qinghu..."

"And You Yifeng in front of us, it was that 'Senior Sister Li' who did it."

Thinking of this, Fang Yi was shocked and remembered the days in Qingzhu Garden.

If he also coveted the pleasures of love, he would probably be like the monk in front of him, completely losing his mind and himself.

"Fellow Daoist You, you've found a good master. Which cultivator from the Li family of Qianzhi Garden is he?"

"I just wonder what confidence your master has to face a Foundation Establishment Master alone?"

You Yifeng's face changed, but he quickly calmed down.

Naturally, he knew something about his master's plan.

What he had to do now was to stop this somewhat strange monk in front of him and not let him disturb his master's important affairs.

You Yifeng spoke with admiration in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Fang. The Lord is so powerful. He is just a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"I just need to stop you, fellow Taoist."

"Then please let's go, Brother You!"

Delay would lead to unexpected events, and Fang Yi was not prepared to waste time with this cultivator who had lost himself.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword appeared silently in his hand.

A light chop.

There was a pleasant sound of sword sound.

A dark blade gleamed out, and You Yifeng's hair stood on end as a chill washed over him.

Faced with the crisis of life and death, You Yifeng used all his means in just a few breaths.

A low-grade defensive weapon.
The wooden wall technique performed by the burst of blood essence
A first-grade, mid-grade Golden Bell Talisman.
But it's useless!

"puff"

You Yifeng's head flew up, taking a last look before his death.

Cut the instrument into two halves.

The wooden wall was completely broken through.

There were also several remaining Golden Bell Talismans in his hand that had not been activated in time, as well as the Golden Lotus Seal on his forehead.

Only after actually wielding the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword did Fang Yi understand how powerful this famous magic weapon from ancient times was.

Holding this treasure, as long as the magic power is not exhausted, he will be able to fight even against a high-level Qi training master.

"Ok?"

I saw a bronze token fall out of You Yifeng's arms.

Fang Yi sucked the token into his hand, refined it with his magic power, and felt the faint connection between the token and the secret realm.

"Low-grade magical weapon, a Qi-seeking and Tracking Order?"

This token was obviously prepared by the Li family in advance. It automatically intercepted the aura of many cultivators when entering the secret realm.

Although it is impossible to detect the movements of monks at all times, it is possible to determine the number of monks in the secret realm.

Looking at the dozens of red dots flashing on the token, his face looked a little ugly.

This is the number of surviving monks in the secret realm.

With this token, Fang Yi knew that he would not be able to escape the search of the cultivator hidden in the spiritual spring in this secret realm.

This way, the monk will not be able to succeed.

Fang Yi put away the storage bag, no longer paying attention to the "talent", and quickly rushed towards the Qingling Spring.

In Qingling Valley, spiritual energy is surging.

Ancient trees were broken and traces of magic collisions were everywhere.

Under the half-destroyed ice wall next to the spiritual spring.

More than a dozen people had already died, and the cauldron was used by Li Wuhui as a substitute for death.

Liu Qingyan's face was pale and she looked incredulous.

"How can it be?!"

She couldn't believe that she had actually lost, and was actually defeated by a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training.

This Li Wujiu was indeed very famous in his early years, and was even regarded as a seed of Dan formation in the sect.

But after failing in his attempt to establish his foundation, he disappeared for twenty years.

Now I have already laid the foundation of the Tao.

How could he be defeated by a mere Qi-cultivating cultivator?

Li Wuhui seemed to see what Liu Qingyan was thinking and spoke in a frivolous tone.

"Even Foundation Establishment cultivators have their strengths and weaknesses, let alone a cultivator like you who hasn't even sacrificed and refined your own life-defining magical weapon."

"This isn't the first time you've lost to me, Junior Sister. You should be used to it by now."

"Waste, even if he has established his foundation, he is still waste!"

"puff"

Liu Qingyan was provoked by the words, and her chest felt tight, and she could no longer suppress the cold magic power in her body.

A bloody mist spurted out of his mouth.

'It's time!'

Li Wuhui seized the opportunity and dozens of black and white chains shot out from his sleeves.

The chains covered with spiritual patterns twisted and turned, following Liu Qingyan's delicate curves and tightly binding her.

Then the ancient Yuehua mirror beside him slowly turned, and the Yin attribute spiritual energy gathered.

A beam of three yin mysterious light shot out, completely freezing his consciousness and magic power.

Seeing that Liu Qingyan had completely lost the ability to resist, Li Wuhui no longer suppressed his internal injuries.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his rosy face quickly turned pale.

"You're still a little too hasty. After all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator is far superior to a Qi Condensation cultivator."

Only Li Wuhui knew how lucky he was to win this time.

The quasi-second-level formation restricts his movements, and the secret realm suppresses his cultivation.

Liu Qingyan had just established her foundation, and her magical powers had not yet fully transformed. She had not even changed her magical tools, and did not even have a single top-grade one.

He was lured and plotted against by the Li family with second-level spiritual materials.

Even so, if his moral integrity was not a little lacking, the outcome would still be uncertain.

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