‘Sword cultivators are indeed a bunch of lunatics. ’ The pill-forming demon cultivator secretly cursed. The Tianjian Sect sword cultivator is famous for his love of sword fighting, so maybe he is really looking forward to the coming of the war in the world of cultivators. "As long as I capture you, who knows if it's me, the Demon Sect, who takes action?" A dark magic flag appeared in the hand of the pill-forming demon cultivator, and he shook it vigorously. Woohoo! The jet-black demonic winds are like dragons, facing the rainbow-piercing white light! Wave! But seeing the sword light dying like a dragon, it actually cut down the dark demonic dragons one after another. Fang Xing held out his sword and was already in front of the demon cultivator.
"cut!" His tongue exploded with spring thunder, and the rotten iron sword turned into a white gold sword with dots of blue light, killing on the magic shield. Click! A crack appeared on the magic shield. "Impossible. This is a real magic weapon of mine. How could it be split into pieces by a flying sword that is the prototype of a magic weapon? No, what is the material of your flying sword?" The demon cultivator realized something was wrong immediately and retreated like a strong wind. "cut!" Fang Xing uttered a thunderous sound, and the broken iron sword flashed with sword light, splitting the magic shield into two! The sword light was astonishing, and it caught up with the figure of the black-clothed demon cultivator! "Since you are not afraid, why are you hiding? Unless your demonic body has not yet matured and cannot withstand several cuts and splits..." Fang Xing chuckled and slashed directly into the black-clothed demon cultivator's robe with the rotten iron sword. puff! The light of the sword is like a defeat. The figure of the black-clothed demon cultivator suddenly exploded, turning into countless violent winds, and like pitch-black chains, not only binding the rotten iron sword, but also binding it to Fang Xing's body. "Jie Jie...you fell into the trap. If your demon body is damaged, I can take your life now!" The magic weapon was beheaded, and now the pill-forming demon cultivator has treated Fang Xing as an enemy of life and death, and has no thoughts of taking prisoners anymore. Those chains were like the tops of pitch-black chains, and big hands suddenly appeared, trying to grab Fang Xing. But the next moment, these iron chains disintegrated automatically, and the scream of the demon cultivator came from them: "Ahhhhh...this is...sword intention?" "Yes, it is exactly the sword's intention."
Fang Xing smiled slightly, and a hazy light flashed on the rotten iron sword. Wherever it passes, countless black mist chains fade away like spring snow meeting the sun. "Your demonic body can temporarily turn into wind, but your spirit cannot stop the sword's killing intent... This is the biggest weakness of your demonic skill." Fang Xing made secrets at will, the flying sword changed unpredictably, and the sword intent seemed to cut directly into the sea of consciousness of the black-clothed demon cultivator. "What's more... your magic power is far from perfect. It can be transformed into flesh and blood, but that true elixir cannot be transformed..." The rotten iron sword was thrown like a star pill, and after dispelling a large amount of demonic mist and evil wind, a true elixir was seen. The true elixir turned into a ray of light and flew backwards, but was hit straight by the flying sword. "ah!" As the true elixir exploded, the demonic cultivator screamed, and a large amount of mist instantly dissipated, turning into countless broken limbs, followed by blood rain falling from the air. After losing control of its master, the remaining magic weapon, the demon flag, screamed in sorrow, and the dark green light flashed on it, turning into a small flag the size of a palm, and fell to the ground. This demonic cultivator was also unlucky and had not considered the possibility of Fang Xing practicing his sword intent at all. After all, his vision was so sharp that he could see that Fang Xing obtained the fake elixir strength with the help of external objects, but he was still a foundation-building sword cultivator! For a foundation-building sword cultivator, being able to master Jian Gang is already very impressive. It should be noted that even in the Tianjian Sect, there are swordsmen who practice fake elixirs or even form elixirs, but they have not yet understood the meaning of the sword. Who would have thought that Fang Xing, who was only in the foundation building stage, would have such an invincible method of forming pills, so he was in trouble... Not to mention, after Fang Xing understood the sword's heart and intention, one sword not only destroyed the true elixir, but also destroyed all his spiritual consciousness and demonic thoughts, making all attempts to escape for his life useless. Otherwise, with his magic power, he would be able to at least escape with his life even if he was chased by monks in the late stage of pill formation. "That's it...you still want to ambush me?" Fang Xing sneered, lowered his sword light, and began to touch the corpse, no, it was to count the trophies. This pill-forming demon cultivator did not have a storage bag. He scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found a bone among the fragments on the ground, which was as crystal clear as jade. At this time, he casually pinched a magic formula, and a flame formed, burning a lot of blood. After the flames passed, the white jade-like bone became purer. It was about the size of a thumb. Fang Xing grabbed it in his hand. After a little exploration with his consciousness, he knew that with his current consciousness, it would be difficult to break through this treasure. Reluctantly, it is best to let me take action. Immediately, Fang Xing put away the magic treasure flag again and found the headless body of Master Tianyu. "Sigh... I think back then, you sold the Golden Congo to me. I really wanted to get along well with the Taoist friends, but, no matter what..." Fang Xing sighed repeatedly and opened the other party's sleeves, only to see that there were more than a dozen storage bags sewn on them. "Storage bags are very rare, and most of them have very small capacity... but the puppet master needs to carry a large number of puppets with him." "This Master Tianyu is quite original. I would like to call you the Eighteen Bags Elder of the Beggar Clan!" These storage bags were of low quality, and the original owner was dead. With Fang Xing's consciousness, he could open them all with a little effort.
"Um?" Most of the storage bags contain puppet materials such as various spiritual woods and metal components, as well as made puppets. After Fang Xing looked at a few of them, his expression suddenly changed. He picked up one of the white storage bags and tipped it gently. There was a flash of light, and two Jiralhanae puppets emerged. One of them looks like a lion and the other looks like a tiger, but their heads are both wearing evil ghost masks. "Quasi third-order puppet?" Fang Xing nodded, continued to check, and then took out another humanoid puppet. This humanoid puppet was dressed in green clothes, and its skin had the same flesh color as a normal person, but it also had a sense of indestructibility. "The physique of a third-level low-grade physical practitioner is probably no more than this..." Fang Xing looked at the humanoid puppet's face and found that it was blurry, with only faint facial features. "Third-level puppet..." "This Tianyu is such a good person. Did he specially give me a puppet?" With these gains, he no longer looked down upon the remains of the puppets on the ground. But anyway, there were a lot of storage bags in his hands, so he immediately put them away one by one and turned into a sword light and left. A few hours later, a flying boat passed by this place. Looking at the mess, two of the foundation-building monks flew out. After a rough inspection, they immediately flew back as if they had seen a ghost, urging the flying boat to leave the place as soon as possible. … The border of Zheng. In a cave. Fang Xing played with a dark token in his hand. On the front of this token is the word "all things", and on the back are engraved patterns such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, yin and yang, and darkness. It is the elder token of the Wanxiang Demon Sect! "Bah, I can't use this thing, so throw it away..." He threw the token aside with a look of dismay on his face, and then looked at a small pile of high-grade spiritual stones next to him. With the help of his power, he has unlocked the storage treasure of the pill-forming demon cultivator, and found that its space is not small, with four or five cubic meters in size, second only to the bronze storage ring he obtained before. Among the treasures in the opponent's storage, in addition to dozens of high-grade spiritual stones and a large number of middle- and low-grade spiritual stones, the most numerous items were filled with demonic energy. For example, a few green jujubes, some bones as white as jade, or even a jar of blood essence... Disgusted, Fang Xing specially set aside a storage bag to hold these, and prepared to find a place to sell them at a low price. In addition, there are some jade slips, letters and the like.
Most of them have no beginning or end, and some are just passwords. Fortunately, Fang Xing himself is an expert in decoding, and coupled with an artificial intelligence computer, he can roughly decipher it. "It turns out... this Wind Demon Messenger covets my body... no, he covets the body of a third-level physical practitioner. The Wanxiang Demon Sect is preparing to cause trouble. It needs to increase its strength and refine the 'Eighteen Heaven-shaking Golden Corpses'..." "Once these eighteen heaven-turning golden corpses are combined to form the 'Array of Impermanence', they can even trap the Nascent Soul... Even if a few of them are taken out alone, they are enough to run rampant in the Dan Formation Stage." "It's just that it's difficult to cultivate such golden corpses. It's best to use corpses of third-level physical cultivation as the basis... The Wanxiang Demon Sect has only accumulated ten corpses over the years. The large formation can only barely trap the early stage of Nascent Soul... The power is insufficient. So I kept pushing.” "If we gather enough eighteen golden corpses... the target will probably be that Supreme Elder who travels everywhere - Kuangtu Chu?!" The reason why we have to look outside is naturally because third-level physical training is very rare, and it requires more qualifications to break through the third-level bottleneck. A general quasi-third-level physical practitioner may not be able to advance smoothly even if he eats golden congo. After all, this is a critical step that is equivalent to successfully breaking through the core formation in foundation building! The number of physical cultivation is much less than that of legal cultivation. Most of them are still hanging around at low levels, and there are very few quasi-third-level physical cultivation. "It seems that after I came to the door, Master Tianyu must have been waiting for a surprise... Maybe he had deliberately revealed body-refining spiritual objects such as the Golden Congo before, and he had the idea of fishing... Didn't I take the bait? It's a pity...it's bad luck for him to catch a great white shark while fishing..." Fang Xing flipped through it again, and regretfully found that there was no Wanxiang Demon Sect technique. He is actually quite interested in the "Wind Demonic Art". According to his opinion, this magical art can transform a flesh and blood body into some kind of energy creature and avoid most of the vital points. Although it is still not comparable to Yuanshen, it is still quite good. Unfortunately, it seems that the demon cultivator did not bring the basic skills with him. Fang Xing secretly complained and turned over another black jade slip: "Huh? God-destroying soul-searching method?" He became interested, and after reading it carefully, he discovered that it was a piece of magic spell, very bloody and cruel. What is important is to use powerful spiritual consciousness to first crush the soul of the target that cannot resist, and then extract the content you want. Since it requires the operation of crushing the soul first, the target will most likely die after being used once. In addition, the fragmented memories that are crushed may not be complete, and there may be missing or missing parts... "But no matter what, it is also a soul-searching technique." "It's just that the requirements are a little higher. It's best to start practicing with a pill-forming monk. Soul-searching and foundation-building monks are more reliable. If the soul-searching monk is of the same level, you need to use various means to weaken the target's soul first..." "Besides, the soul of Yuanying monk Shouyi cannot be searched by this spell..." "It's not bad." After cleaning up the storage treasures of Dan Demon Cultivator, Fang Xing began to sort out the storage bags of more than a dozen Tianyu Masters. Summarize the elixirs, spiritual stones, and jade slips inside one by one. This time, he was lucky. Not only did he find a copy of "Jade Yu Gong", which is the practice method of Master Tianyu, but also a jade slip, which is a summary of the puppetry skills he has learned. It can be regarded as a third-level puppet. passed down.
"If you sell it, you will definitely get a lot of spiritual stones..." Fang Xing was secretly happy and began to browse this third-level puppet inheritance. "Master Tianyu initially received the second-level puppet inheritance. He is good at making animal-shaped puppets and has a bonus in processing various gold and jade materials... Later, it seems that other puppet inheritances were mixed in, favoring human puppets..." "The puppet master needs to practice special spiritual consciousness spells to be able to 'distract his mind and turn his mind', control a large number of puppets... and he also needs to be able to multi-task." "If it were other cultivators who could control one or two puppets at most, they still wouldn't be able to fully utilize the power of the puppets..." "Well, this secret biography of puppets will be called "Secret Thread Play"." Fang Xing had no intention of practicing the Puppetry Technique. After all, swordsmanship valued excellence and purity, not to mention that practicing the Puppetry Technique was time-consuming and laborious. With that spare time, it would be enough to smuggle an army of machines from the main universe. However, the three high-level puppets can be used temporarily. Even if it is used up or sold, it is still a valuable spiritual stone. "Have I become so rich without realizing it?" Fang Xing murmured. … Zheng Guo. Qingyanfang City. This city is located at the junction of Qingxuan Sect and Black Sky Temple, and was established by a foundation-building sect, the Sanye Sect. The founder of the Sanye Sect is said to be a monk who has perfected his foundation and came from the Qingxuan Sect. Later, there was no hope of forming an elixir, and even the opportunity to obtain a fake elixir was not available, so he had no choice but to establish a family of immortal cultivators. However, later on, the number of people in the cultivating family was not strong, and there were fewer and fewer children with spiritual roots. Gradually, foreign surnames took over the power. They also obtained the support of the Qingxuan Sect at that time and established the 'Sanye Sect'. The three-leaf sect represents the three major surnames in the three-leaf sect. However, they still respect the Qingxuan Sect monk who has perfected the foundation as their ancestor, and they don't know if they want to gain the Qingxuan Sect's favor through this. This day. In Qingyanfang, an ordinary shop is open for business. There was a sound of sword whistling in the sky. The old shopkeeper was smoking a dry cigarette. At this time, he couldn't help but stopped and looked stunned. "This sword sound...must be a foundation-building overhaul passing by." The waiter in the waiting room was full of envy. Not long after, a young man in silver robe walked into the store, saw the old shopkeeper, nodded, and threw a sword-shaped token: "I have something stored here, take it out!"
His words were plain, but they carried an irresistible power, and there was even more sharpness in his words. After Fang Xing came to Zheng State, he immediately ignored everything and headed towards the secret location of Tianjian Sect. For him, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the invasion of demons are definitely not as important as obtaining the True Gang of the Sun and allowing me to condense the golden elixir of martial arts!