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

Chapter 35: No Regrets in the Future (Please Read)

Fang Yi opened the jade box, and the rich aroma of medicine filled his nose.

This is a 300-year-old Buyuan ginseng. In order to preserve its medicinal properties, its roots are wrapped with first-grade Wu Earth spiritual soil.

In this way, the three main ingredients of the foundation-building pill were obtained, which brought him one step closer to building the foundation.

Seeing Fang Yi take the elixir, a golden covenant pattern emerged in Li Wuhui's soul, and he knew that the contract had taken effect.

With a thought in mind, Li Wuhui began to test the monk in front of him wearing a bronze mask.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, my injuries have not healed yet. Could you please help me pick the remaining 'small medicine' in the secret realm?"

A cultivator who can successfully cultivate the "Great Method of Heavenly Transformation" must have intelligence, perseverance, and opportunity, so no one is easy to deal with.

Seeing that the two could not fight each other, Li Wuhui began to test Fang Yi's identity. Was he one of the group that entered the secret realm, or was he the same as himself, entering from another place?

Fang Yi naturally wouldn't kill the remaining cultivators. He would also want to hide and leave. If the entire army was wiped out and only one person was left, it would be too conspicuous.

Fang Yi did not respond directly to Li Wuhui's temptation, but asked back.

"Fellow Daoist, before you complete the 'Great Method of Heavenly Transformation and Rebirth', how much energy do you have left to leave this place?"

Li Wuhui's pupils shrank, shocked by the information in Fang Yi's words.

"How do you know this technique?"

"It's the Hehuan Sect."

Jade Lotus Palace

"Are you still a cultivator from the Bishui Pavilion?"

Thinking of Fang Yi's astonishingly powerful magic sword and the aura of life and death, Li Wuhui subconsciously retorted.

"No, although these three families are also major cultivation sects, they do not have such powerful magical instruments."

Seeing that Li Wuhui was frightened by himself, he felt a little lost.

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded at the right time, and the hidden breath was also released.

The power of Ku Rong turned from prosperous to withered, and his whole body exuded a withered and decayed aura that had gone through the changes of time.

"Friend Li, the world of immortal cultivation is vast and boundless, but there are some things that you should not be too curious about."

"As for the remaining cultivators, I have my own uses. I hope you will forgive me."

Li Wuhui was shocked when he felt the decadent aura of Fang Yi, which was a result of many vicissitudes of life.

"Is this a Yuanying old monster taking over someone else's body? Or is there something else going on? It can't possibly be a Qigong cultivator!"

Under Fang Yi's intimidation, he completely gave up some of his little thoughts.

He felt somewhat relieved, thinking that the old monster was probably in a bad state. Otherwise, if he still had a bit of cultivation, a single finger would have killed him in the secret realm.

An hour later, at the former site of Ziyang Spring.

The 'talents' that Fang Yi was unable to bring out were beyond the magical instruments and elixirs possessed by the initial stage Qi training cultivators.

Including the three hundred year old Buyuan ginseng, which was contained in a spirit-sealing stone and placed at the former site of Ziyang Spring.

This is to avoid being discovered by the cultivators of Xuanyang Mountain when leaving the secret realm.

After completely sealing the stone cave where the Ziyang Spring was located, Fang Yi found another ancient forest and silently absorbed and exhaled spiritual energy.

Now he has signed a legal contract with Li Wuhui and his life is no longer in danger.

As for the subsequent collision between Li Wuhui, Liu Qingyan, and even Xuanyang Mountain, that had nothing to do with him.

Fang Yi was not planning to continue participating. All he had to do now was to wait patiently for the secret realm to end and thoroughly digest what he had gained this time.

Although I gained a lot this time, it is ultimately not as good as my own improvement in cultivation.

Next to the Qingling Spring.

Liu Qingyan was bound by black and white chains.

His blood and energy dried up, and all his magical powers were drained away by Li Wuhui.

The only remaining glimmer of hope was deliberately left behind.

This is to prevent the soul lamp in the ancestral hall from going out and attracting the attention of the great monks of Xuanyang Mountain.

At this time, Li Wuhui had turned into a pure white cocoon about ten feet tall.

The big cocoon is like the placenta of heaven and earth, constantly absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with every breath.

As the placenta was swallowed and spit out, nearly a thousand water and wood attribute spirit stones that had been placed around it turned into powder one by one.

The rich spiritual energy formed a vortex and poured into the cocoon.

Half a day later.

"Tear it apart"

The jade cocoon was torn open by a pair of white and tender hands.

With light lotus steps, a stunningly beautiful female cultivator walked out.

This is Li Wuhui, who has shed his old body and regained his new life. He is dressed in a red robe, with white hair draped over his shoulders, and holding a golden needle.

There are all kinds of charm in every frown and smile.

The only bit of consciousness Liu Qingyan had left was also subconsciously attracted.

Even though he knew that he was the culprit, he could not take his eyes off him.

Li Wuhui, at this time, has completely changed from 'he' to 'she'.

Feeling the tough meridians and pure magic power inside this body.

Li Wuhui was so excited that he almost moaned.

Twenty years, a full twenty years, more than seven thousand days and nights!

It was the first time she felt so relaxed since she awakened her three vaginas.

The foundation-building realm seemed to be right in front of him, and he could reach it by just standing on tiptoe.

And it was this slight slackness that gave Liu Qingyan an opportunity.

After all, he is a foundation-building cultivator, and his soul has undergone a transformation.

His strong spirit restored a bit of consciousness, and he squeezed out the last bit of magic power in his dantian and circulated it in reverse.

Liu Qingyan spoke with difficulty, blood flowing from all her orifices.

"Li Wujiu, you have harmed your fellow disciples and disrupted yin and yang. Sooner or later, you will be punished!"

Then he cut off his own life force.

Don't want them to gain any more benefits from you.

Looking at Liu Qingyan in front of him, her eyes were open even though she died.

Li Wuhui smiled lightly.

It's just the wail of the loser.

If he cared about this, he would have laid the foundation twenty years ago.

It's just that he doesn't want to be a corpse-guarding ghost with a low-level Taoist foundation.

He moved the golden needle in his hand slightly, and several remaining tripods and furnaces in the spiritual spring were pierced through the brains by the golden needles and died.

After finishing the aftermath.

Li Wuhui took one last look at the secret realm, as if he wanted to look through it to the family in Qianzhi Garden.

He felt that the connection between himself and the soul lamp in the door was completely severed.

Li Wuhui thought.

"The family has already announced that he failed in his attempt to establish his foundation and passed away."

He knew that if he left, he would have to suppress Xuanyang Mountain on his own.

Otherwise, you will never be able to return to your tribe.

But if you ask yourself, giving up your sect, family, friends, and even your lover.

He doesn't know whether he regrets it or not.

In the end, Li Wuhui smiled carefreely and cut off all the distracting thoughts in his mind one by one.

No blame for the past, no regrets for the future, this is his path.

He activated the small teleportation talisman in his hand, and a silver light flashed by, and then it disappeared.

Xuanyang Mountain, Ancestral Hall.

A young monk dressed as a Taoist boy was guarding inside, watching the hundreds of soul lamps swaying in the light.

Suddenly, he discovered that two soul lamps in the corner were extinguished.

Zhang Hengyi, who was a little confused, suddenly woke up.

He rushed into a thatched hut next to the ancestral hall, shouting as he ran.

"Master, it's bad! Master, it's bad! The soul lamp in the ancestral hall has gone out."

A burly monk with dark skin and wearing linen clothes walked out of the thatched hut.

Seeing Zhang Heng rushing towards him, he stomped his feet lightly, and a yellowish-brown air wave gathered.

The monk rode on the ochre-colored air wave and came to the Taoist boy.

He stretched out his calloused hand and touched Zhang Hengyi's head tenderly.

"Don't worry, tell us slowly which cultivator in the sect has fallen."

"Master, this is Li Wujiu, the inner disciple of Qianzhi Garden, and Liu Qingyan, the new disciple of True Man Jiuhan of Bingpo Peak."

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