Chapter 176: Spoils of War (Congratulations to the Leader of the Southern Kingdom of the Holy Land)
"Sword cultivators are indeed a bunch of lunatics."
The Jindan demon cultivator cursed in his heart.
The sword cultivators of the Tianjian Sect are well-known for their love of sword fighting, and it is possible that they are really looking forward to the arrival of a major war in the world of immortal cultivators.
"As long as we capture you, who would know it was my Devil Sect that did it?"
A pitch-black magic flag appeared in the hands of the Jindan demon cultivator, and he waved it vigorously.
Woo woo!
The dark devil winds were like dragons, heading towards the rainbow-like white light! Wave! The sword light was like a dragon, and it actually cut down the dark devil dragons one after another.
Fang Xing thrust out a sword and arrived in front of the demon cultivator.
"cut!"
His tongue burst into thunder, and the rotten iron sword turned into a white-gold sword light with a little blue, and slashed on the magic shield.
Snap!
A crack actually appeared on the magic shield.
"Impossible, this is a real magic weapon, how could it be cut by a flying sword that is just a prototype of a magic weapon... No, what is your flying sword made of?"
The demon cultivator immediately noticed something was wrong and retreated like a gust of wind.
"cut!"
Fang Xing uttered a thunderous sound, and the rotten iron sword flashed, and it actually split the magic shield in two! The sword light was amazing, and it caught up with the figure of the black-clothed demon cultivator!
"If you are not afraid, why are you hiding? Unless your demonic body is not yet fully developed and cannot withstand a few slashes and splits..."
Fang Xing laughed, and his rotten iron sword slashed directly into the robe of the black-clothed demon cultivator.
Puff! The sword flashed like rotten leather.
The black-clothed demon cultivator's figure suddenly exploded and turned into countless gusts of wind, and like black chains, not only bound the rotten iron sword, but also tied to Fang Xing's body.
“Hehehe… You’ve fallen into my trap. Even at the risk of damaging my demonic body, I can take your life now!”
The magic weapon was destroyed, and the Jindan demon cultivator now regarded Fang Xing as his mortal enemy and no longer had any intention of taking him prisoner.
Suddenly, huge hands emerged from the top of those dark chains, trying to grab Fang Xing.
But the next moment, these iron chains unexpectedly collapsed automatically, and the devil cultivator's screams were heard from them: "Ahhh... Is this... sword intent?"
"Yes, it is the sword intention."
Fang Xing smiled slightly, and a hazy light flashed on the rotten iron sword.
Wherever it passed, countless black mist chains dissipated like spring snow meeting the sun.
"Your demonic body can temporarily turn into wind, but your spirit cannot block the sword's killing intent... This is the biggest weakness of your demonic skill."
Fang Xing made hand gestures at random, and the flying sword became unpredictable. 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 still far from perfect. Your flesh and blood body can be dissolved, but that one real pill cannot be dissolved..."
The rotten iron sword flew like a star ball, and after dispersing a large amount of evil fog and evil wind, a real pill appeared.
The real pill was turning into a ray of light and flying backwards, but was hit straight by the flying sword.
"ah!"
As the true elixir exploded, the demon cultivator screamed, and a large amount of mist dissipated instantly, turning into countless broken limbs and corpses, which fell from the air accompanied by a rain of blood.
After losing the control of its master, the remaining magic weapon, the magic banner, let out a mournful cry, and a dark green light flashed on it, then it turned into a small banner the size of a palm and fell to the ground.
This demon cultivator was also unlucky as he had not considered the possibility of Fang Xing mastering the sword intent.
After all, he had a sharp eye and saw that Fang Xing only had the strength of a fake pill with the help of external objects, and that he was essentially a foundation-building swordsman! For a foundation-building swordsman, it was already very remarkable to be able to cultivate the sword aura.
You must know that even in the Tianjian Sect, there are fake elixir and even Jindan sword practitioners who have not yet comprehended the meaning of sword.
Who would have thought that Fang Xing, who was only at the foundation-building stage, had such an invincible method of forming a pill, and thus fell...
Not to mention, after Fang Xing comprehended the heart and intent of the sword, one sword not only destroyed the real elixir, but also destroyed all his spiritual consciousness and evil thoughts, making all his escape plans ineffective.
Otherwise, with his magic skills, even if he was chased by a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, he would at least be able to escape with his life.
"That's it... you still want to ambush me?"
Fang Xing sneered, suppressed the sword light, and began to search the corpse, no, to count the spoils.
This Jindan demon cultivator did not have a storage bag. He scanned with his spiritual sense and found a bone as crystal clear as jade among the debris on the ground.
At this moment, he casually made a hand gesture and a flame was formed, burning all the blood stains.
After the fire died down, the white jade-like bone became even purer. It was the size of a thumb and was grabbed by Fang Xing. After a slight probe with his spiritual sense, he realized that with his current spiritual sense, it would be difficult to break through this storage treasure, so it would be better for him to take action.
Immediately, Fang Xing put away the magic banner and found the headless body of Master Tianyu.
"Alas...Thinking back to the past, it was you who sold me the Diamond Fruit. I really wanted to get along well with fellow Taoists, but what can I do..."
Fang Xing sighed repeatedly and opened the other person's sleeves, only to see that there were more than a dozen storage bags densely sewn on them.
"Storage bags are very rare, and most of them have very small capacity... But puppeteers need to carry a lot of puppets with them."
"Master Tianyu is quite creative. I am willing to call you the Eighteen-bag Elder of the Beggars' Sect!"
These storage bags were of low quality, and their original owners were dead, so with Fang Xing's spiritual sense, he was able to open them all with a little effort.
"Um?"
Most of the items in the storage bag are puppet materials such as various spiritual woods, metal components, as well as ready-made puppets.
After Fang Xing looked at a few of them, his expression suddenly moved. He picked up one of the white storage bags and gently poured it out.
With a flash of light, two ghost-faced beast-shaped puppets emerged.
One of them looks like a lion and the other looks like a tiger, but both of them have evil ghost masks on their heads.
"A quasi-third-level puppet?"
Fang Xing nodded, continued to check, and then took out a humanoid puppet.
This humanoid puppet is dressed in green and its skin is the same flesh color as a normal person, but it has a sense of indestructibility.
"The physique of a third-order lower-grade physical cultivator is probably no more than this..."
Fang Xing looked at the face of the humanoid puppet and found that it was blurry, with only faint facial features.
"Level 3 puppet..."
"This Tianyu is such a good person. Did he send me the puppet specifically?"
With these gains, he began to look down upon the puppet remains on the ground.
But he had plenty of storage bags in his hands, so he put them away one by one and turned into a sword light and left.
Several hours later, a flying boat passed by this place. Seeing the mess on the ground, two foundation-building cultivators flew out. After a rough survey, they flew back as if they had seen a ghost, and urged the flying boat to leave the place as soon as possible.
…
The border of Zheng State.
Inside a cave.
Fang Xing was playing with a black token in his hand.
The front of the token has the word "Wanxiang" engraved on it, and the back has engravings of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, yin and yang, darkness and brightness, etc.
It was the elder token of the Wanxiang Demon Sect! "Bah, I can't use this thing, throw it away quickly..."
He threw the token aside with a gloomy look on his face, and looked at the small pile of high-quality spirit stones next to it.
With the help of his own power, he has unlocked the storage treasure of the Jindan demon cultivator and found that the space is not small, about four or five cubic meters, second only to the bronze storage ring he had obtained before.
Among the other party's stored treasures, in addition to dozens of high-quality spirit stones and a large number of medium and low-quality spirit stones, the most numerous were some things with a sinister demonic aura.
For example, a few green yin dates, some white jade bones, and even jars of blood...
Fang Xing disdainfully cleared out a storage bag to put these things in, preparing 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 secret codes.
Fortunately, Fang Xing himself is an expert in decoding, and with the help of an artificial intelligence computer, he can basically decipher most of it.
"So... this Wind Demon Envoy covets my body... No, he covets the body of a third-order physical cultivator. The Wanxiang Demon Sect is preparing to cause trouble and needs to strengthen its strength and refine the 'Eighteen Heaven-shaking Golden Corpse'..."
"Once these eighteen golden corpses are combined to form the 'Great Array of All Things Changing', they can even trap Yuanying... Even if a few of them are taken out alone, they are enough to dominate the Jindan stage."
"It's just that it's difficult to cultivate such a golden corpse. It's best to use the corpse of a third-level physical cultivator as a base... The Wanxiang Demon Sect has only accumulated ten of them over the years, and the formation they formed can only barely trap an early Nascent Soul cultivator... It's not powerful enough, so we've been urging them to do it."
“If we gather enough Eighteen Heaven-Flipping Golden Corpses… our target will probably be the wandering Supreme Elder—Chu Kuangtu?!”
The reason why we have to look for it outside is naturally because third-level physical cultivators are extremely rare, and breaking through the third-level bottleneck requires more qualifications.
An ordinary quasi-third-level physical cultivator may not be able to advance successfully even if he eats the Vajra Fruit.
After all, this is the key step to successfully break through the foundation and form a pill! The number of physical cultivators is much less than that of magic cultivators.
Most of them are still hanging around at the low level, and there are very few quasi-third-level physical cultivators.
"It seems that when I came to him, Master Tianyu must have been waiting for a surprise... Maybe he deliberately showed me the Vajra Fruit, a spiritual object for body refinement, with the idea of fishing... Wouldn't I be the fish that took the bait? It's a pity... He got a great white shark when he fished, so it's his bad luck..."
Fang Xing flipped through it again and found with regret that there was no Wanxiang Demon Sect's skills.
He was actually quite interested in the "Wind Evil Magic". According to him, this magic skill could transform a flesh and blood body into some kind of energy creature, avoiding most of the vital points.
Although it still can't be compared with the Yuanshen, it's also pretty good.
Unfortunately, the demon cultivator did not seem to have brought the basic skills with him.
Fang Xing secretly complained and turned to a black jade slip: "Hmm? God-killing and Soul-searching Technique?"
He became interested and read it carefully, only to find that it was an article of magic spells with a bloody and brutal style.
The key is to use powerful spiritual consciousness to first shatter the target's soul that cannot resist, and then extract the content you want.
Since the soul needs to be shattered first, the target will most likely die after using it once.
In addition, the fragmented memories that were shattered were not necessarily complete, and there might be missing or omitted 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 for Jindan cultivators to start practicing. Soul searching for foundation building cultivators is more reliable. If the souls are searched at the same level, various means need to be used to weaken the target's spirit first..."
"In addition, the Nascent Soul cultivator's Nascent Soul embraces the spirit and guards the unity, which is something that this spell cannot search the soul of..."
“Not bad, huh?”
After cleaning up the storage treasures of Jiedan Moxiu, Fang Xing began to organize the storage bags of the dozen or so Tianyu Zhenren.
Sorted out the elixirs, spirit stones, and jade slips one by one.
This time, he was lucky. Not only did he find a copy of "Yu Yu Gong", which was the cultivation method of Tian Yu Zhenren, but he also found a jade slip, which was a summary of all the puppetry he had learned, which could be considered a third-level puppet inheritance.
"If I sell it, I will definitely get a lot of spirit stones..."
Fang Xing was secretly delighted and began to browse this third-level puppet inheritance.
"Master Tianyu originally obtained the second-level puppet inheritance, which made him good at making animal-shaped puppets and had a bonus for processing various gold and jade materials... Later, it seemed that other puppet inheritances were mixed in, which were biased towards human puppets..."
"A puppeteer needs to practice special spiritual magic to be able to 'divide the mind' and manipulate a large number of puppets... and also be able to multitask."
"If it were other immortal cultivators, they could only control one or two puppets at most, and they would not be able to fully unleash the power of the puppets..."
"Well, let's call this puppet secret book "The Secret Play of Pulling Threads"."
Fang Xing had no intention of practicing puppetry. After all, sword cultivation required precision and purity, not to mention that practicing puppetry was time-consuming and laborious.
If you have that much free time, you can just smuggle a large mechanical army from the main universe.
However, the three high-level puppets can be used temporarily.
Even if it is broken or sold, it will still cost a lot of spirit stones.
"Have I become so rich without realizing it?"
Fang Xing murmured.
…
Zheng State.
Qingyan Market.
This market is located at the junction of Qingxuan Sect and Heitian Temple, and was established by a foundation-building sect called the 'Sanye Sect'.
The founder of the Sanye Sect is said to be a cultivator who has completed the foundation building and is from the Qingxuan Sect.
Later, there was no hope for him to form a pill, and he couldn't even get a chance to make a fake pill, so he had no choice but to come out and establish a family of immortal cultivators.
However, later on, the immortal cultivation family had few descendants, and there were fewer and fewer children with spiritual roots. Gradually, people from outside the family took control of the power, and with the support of the Qingxuan Sect at that time, they established the "Sanye Sect".
The Three Leaves represent the power of the three major surnames in the Three Leaves sect.
However, they still revere the Qingxuan Sect cultivator who had completed his foundation building as their ancestor, and it is not known whether they want to gain the favor of the Qingxuan Sect by doing so.
This day.
In Qingyanfang, an ordinary shop was open for business.
The sound of a sword whistling flashed across the sky.
The old shopkeeper was smoking his pipe, but he stopped at this moment, looking stunned.
"This sword sound... must be from a foundation-building cultivator passing by."
The waiter's face was full of envy.
Not long after, a young man in a silver robe walked into the shop. Seeing the old shopkeeper, he nodded and threw a sword-shaped token over: "I have something stored here, take it out!"
His words were plain, but they carried a power that was hard to resist, and there was also a sharp aura that came towards you.
After Fang Xing arrived in Zheng State, he immediately ignored everything else and headed towards the location of the Tianjian Sect's hidden man.
To him, the Myriad Beast Sect and the invasion of the Demonic Path were definitely not as important as obtaining the Sun's True Qi and allowing the deity to condense the Martial Arts Golden Elixir! (End of this chapter)
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