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

Chapter 57: The Power of the Blue Wolf (Please Read!)
Fang Yi knew that although Li Wuhui's cultivation method was unique, the "Great Method of Heaven and Man Transformation" was also an ancient miracle.

The three yin energies around his body are extremely pure, so it is not difficult for him to forge a mid-grade foundation of Taoism. He has enough lifespan, and the contract will naturally become invalid after sixty years.

As a practitioner of the same ancient skills, Fang Yi naturally knew how difficult Li Wuhui was to deal with.

If we say that the "Sutra of Life and Death" is a steady and cautious approach to comprehending the principles of life and death, it can extend one's lifespan in the early stages.

The "Great Method of Heaven and Man Transformation" is an unconventional method that comprehends the changes of yin and yang, and first of all, it possesses an extremely ghostly speed.

With the two spirit puppets that Fang Yi has now nurtured, he can definitely defeat them regardless of the losses, but the two of them have signed a legal contract and cannot take action at this time.

Even if he took action, he would have to wait until his own cultivation was more advanced, set up an ambush and limit the extremely fast speed of the ghost, so that he could kill it with one blow.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to collect Tu Shanhuai's body.

"Fellow Daoist Li, this half-demon cultivator clearly has an extraordinary background. To avoid unnecessary complications, how about we find another place to chat?"

Li Wuhui saw that the old ghost in front of him was willing to talk in detail, so he naturally had no objection. It was just a few spiritual objects after all.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi and Li Wuhui looked at each other, obviously realizing something was wrong.

They both looked to the left.

"Friend Fang, I'm afraid we're in trouble."

Fang Yi sensed three high-level Qi training auras approaching rapidly and smiled freely.

"Fellow Daoist Li, with your current level of cultivation, if you are not a Foundation Establishment Master, what is there to fear?"

"Isn't it Fellow Daoist Fang?"

Li Wuhui held the golden needle in his hand and asked meaningfully.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, three golden figures landed not far from Fang Yi and the others.

Xie Yan stared closely at the cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training in front of him, feeling somewhat surprised.

"Master Fang Gui, I never thought we could meet under these circumstances."

Fang Yi looked at Xie Yan, whose golden hair was scattered on his shoulders, his eyes were gleaming, his teeth were sharp, and there was also golden mane on his neck.

"Half-demon, a cultivator from the Nanli Kingdom?"

"I never thought that Fellow Daoist Xie was actually a half-demon with mixed blood."

Xie Yan took a quick sniff and discovered that Fang Yi was stained with Tu Shanhuai's scent, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are really well hidden. With the fifth level of Qi training, you can kill a cultivator at the eighth level. I am afraid that there are not many inner disciples of Xuanyang Sect who can do it."

Fang Yi spoke as he manipulated the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword to accumulate mana.

"There are many hidden talents in the Xuanyang Sect, and I am nothing."

"Humph!"

Xie Yan scoffed at Fang Yi's words. If every cultivator of Xuanyang Sect had the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels, the Nanli Kingdom where they were from would have ceased to exist long ago.

"Feng, Yu, you two stop that female cultivator. Wait until I take care of this puppeteer in front of me, and then we'll deal with that female cultivator together."

Xie Yan snorted coldly, without saying any more words, he put on a golden armor-like magic weapon and rushed towards Fang Yi.

Seeing this, Li Wuhui was also happy to have a cultivator investigate Fang Yi's background.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, chuckled, and the golden needle magic weapon in her hand flew out, and she started fighting with Xie Feng and Xie Yu.

Seeing Xie Yan rushing towards him, although Fang Yi's physical cultivation had reached the first-level intermediate level, he was unwilling to reveal too many cards in front of Li Wuhui.

With a flick of his sleeves, the black and white swords shot out.

Then, with a surge of magic power, the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand turned into a dark blue arc and slashed towards Xie Yan.

Seeing the black, white and dark sword lights coming towards him, Xie Yan did not dodge.

Over the past few years, he has absorbed the essence and blood of several cultivators, most notably Gu Jiushang, to nourish his body, and has now reached the ninth level of Qi training. Equipped with his own Lion King Armor, which has completely refined the Six Paths of Magical Forbidden, he is confident that he is unmatched among Qi training cultivators.

Even if the strongest foundation-building seeds in Xuanyang Sect took action, they would still have to fight to know who was stronger.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Seeing that the black and white sword light was easily blocked by the Lion King Armor just as he expected, Xie Yan was about to laugh at him.

A faint blue knife light came.

噗

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword flickered, leaving a half-foot-long scar on the Lion King's armor.

After all, Xie Yan is a great cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training and has rich experience in fighting.

The magic power around him was activated, and the golden spiritual light of the Lion King Armor gathered and collided with the dark blue sword light, preventing the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword from continuing to cut through.

Touching the knife marks on the Lion King's armor, Xie Yan was still frightened.

"A top-grade magical weapon? What a great opportunity!"

"What a pity! If Fellow Daoist Fang had a higher level of cultivation, the outcome of this battle between you and me would still be uncertain."

Fang Yi knew that what Xie Yan said was correct.

Although he was born a half-demon, his body and mind were blessed by some kind of luck, and he had perfected the art of cultivation, becoming the top cultivator below the foundation-building stage.

Although the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword is a top-grade magic weapon, its cultivation time is short after all, and its own cultivation and magic power are still lacking, so it cannot fully display its power.

Even if he uses all his strength now, he can only kill ordinary high-level Qi training cultivators.

Once they encounter cultivators like Xie Yan and Li Wuhui, who have reached the end of their Qi training stage and are beginning to pursue a higher quality Taoist foundation, it is inevitable that they will be unable to cope with the situation.

Seeing Fang Yi return empty-handed, Li Wuhui chuckled and transmitted his message.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, if you are unable to defeat the enemy, you can hand this stupid lion over to me. I will help you once in the future."

Fang Yi's face was calm, and the cloud smoke pot on his waist spewed out smoke, blocking the golden sword that was shooting out from Xie Yan's hand.

Looking at Xie Yan's body emitting a bright and precious light, Fang Yi made an estimate.

Although he mainly practices Qi, his body is well tempered and he is a good material for refining human puppets. It is not a loss to use his trump card.

Fang Yi dispersed the clouds from the tobacco pipe, blocking Xie Yan's sight.

Seeing this, Xie Yan's expression tensed. As a spy from Nanli, he had infiltrated Xuanyang Mountain and must not reveal his identity, otherwise it would be easy to kill him with the strength of Xuanyang Mountain.

His magic power was circulating throughout his body, and he didn't care about the entanglement with the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword. He took several dark blue sword beams and pounced towards Fang Yi.

Seeing Xie Yan rushing towards him, Fang Yi nodded silently.

"As expected, Xie Yan, as a half-demon, entered Xuanyang Mountain. He must be hiding a secret that must not be revealed."

He slightly activated his magic power, and a green coffin appeared in his sleeve. The wooden coffin opened slowly but quickly, and a green wolf head emerged.

A vast amount of wind-attributed spiritual power gathered in his mouth, a brilliant green spiritual light appeared, and his momentum continued to rise.

"First-grade, low-grade."

"First-class, mid-grade."

"First-class quality."

"Quasi-second rank!"

The green spiritual light turned into a wind blade about ten feet long and slashed towards Xie Yan at lightning speed.

"A quasi-second-level puppet?"

"Where do you get such magical power!!!"

Xie Yan let out a strange cry, but the wind blade was so fast that he had no chance to dodge it. He could only gather all his magic power into the Lion King Armor.

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