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

Chapter 133 Aerial Fight
"call out!"

As the sound of breaking air came, the red clouds continued to approach.

A tremendous pressure spread rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it had enveloped the entire Yunhua Valley.

Under such pressure, all the cultivators in the valley were silent for a moment.

Chang Sun Bao was shocked and muttered to himself.

"Fake Dan Zhenren? According to the clan's records, Xuanyang Mountain has held the Jiazi Grand Examination more than ten times, but this is the first time that a Fake Dan Zhenren has appeared."

The tone of his voice became weaker and weaker, and the doubt on Chang Sun Bao's face became more and more serious.

"Could it be that the rumor among the inner sect is true?"

Then the rest of his eyes glanced around and saw that Fang Yi looked calm, so he couldn't help but continue speaking.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is a fake Dan Zhenren, why are you so calm?
"It's been hundreds of years since such a great figure has presided over this Jiazi Grand Competition. This is really going to be a big deal!!!"

Fang Yi naturally knew the value of this fake Dan Zhenren.

What is a fake Dan Zhenren?

An ordinary cultivator who has established his foundation will practice hard for several decades, and after breaking through to the ninth level of the foundation-building stage, he can strive for the Jindan stage.

However, it is difficult to find spiritual objects that can form a pill, and the process of forming a pill will also bring about a pill disaster, which is extremely dangerous.

Many cultivators who have completed their foundation building but are not sure about forming a pill can settle for the next best thing and use external objects to condense a fake pill.

Although not as good as a Jindan Zhenren, whose soul, body and spirit have transformed and enjoyed a lifespan of 500 years, he can still sacrifice and refine his own life magic treasure and enjoy a lifespan of 400 years.

Even if five or six great monks in the late stage of foundation building joined forces, they would not be his match.

Moreover, some cultivators who have been practicing fake elixirs for many years can fight against cultivators who have just condensed their true elixirs and even win.

Fang Yi looked at the red mist that fell on the Xuanyu Platform in the center of Yunhua Valley.

Then a short and fat monk with a powerful temperament slowly walked down from the mist.

A sound like muffled thunder exploded throughout the Yunhua Valley.

"I am Tian Leizi, an elder of the inner and outer sects of the sect. The demon race, with its hundred thousand mountains, is eyeing our Dayun Immortal Cultivation Realm covetously. The beast tide has risen, and we must fight with all our might."

"I will not say anything more about the rest. You disciples, do your best to show yourselves. If there are those with outstanding talents, they will certainly be accepted as disciples by the Foundation Establishment Masters or even the Core Formation True Immortals."

Tian Lei Zi raised a magic token and poured powerful magic power into the token.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled in Yunhua Valley.

Then, purple-gold lightning continuously struck the void.

A purple-gold pillar of light rose from the void with great momentum. A purple-gold Taoist platform wrapped in thunder was pulled out of the void by Tian Lei Zi.

"Those who are participating in the Jiazi Grand Examination, please come to the Jiuxiao Duel Platform."

"The first 108 cultivators to reach this duel arena will be able to participate in the Jiazi Grand Examination to earn a chance to enter the inner sect. The remaining cultivators will all be eliminated."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
All the cultivators in Yunhua Valley come here for the opportunity to enter the inner gate.

One by one, the cultivators soared into the sky and turned into a beam of light flying towards the Jiuxiao Fighting Platform.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes. This Jiuxiao Fighting Platform was surrounded by thunder and a faint glow of precious light. It turned out to be a magic weapon.

He was most aware of the power of this magic weapon. Therefore, he knew that with Fake Dan Zhenren presiding over this test, it would not be a simple one.

"With a Fake Dan Master presiding over this, there might be a Jin Dan Master secretly watching over it. It's difficult to use many of our trump cards. We must be careful to avoid any setbacks."

"Brother Fang, I'll go first."

Looking at Chang Sun Bao's eager expression and the rapidly growing Red Flame Crow on his shoulder, Fang Yi had already guessed that he wanted to show off his power in front of others.

"Fellow Daoist, please do as you please."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red spiritual light swirling and rising from beside him.

Fang Yi shook his head. This Changsun Bao was a bit speechless. He was not even an inner sect disciple. What was the Changsun family's plan?

"I should hurry up, otherwise if I come in last, it will be embarrassing for Master."

He slapped his storage bag, and the Wind Feather Eagle puppet appeared in front of Fang Yi.

The Wind-Winged Eagle's feathers were azure blue, its wings broad and powerful, its feathers slender and emitting a faint radiance. Its emerald green eyes gleamed with a cold light, and its posture was upright and elegant. As Fang Yi stepped onto the eagle's back, he activated his magic power.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched chirping sound was heard.

The wind-feathered eagle spread its wings and quickly flew towards the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. The Wind-Feathered Eagle had only spread its wings for a few breaths when it realized something was wrong.

In his eyes, although the Jiuxiao Fighting Platform continued to rise, it soon turned into a black dot.

"How many monks can this eliminate?"

Looking at the cultivators around him, some were riding flying swords, some were driving flying boats, but all were accelerating. Fang Yi frowned even more tightly.

Although this Zixiao fighting platform has created a distance between everyone, it is still too much of a joke to rely solely on the speed of the cultivators.

"This is?"

Fang Yi felt that the thunder-attributed spiritual power was continuously gathering in the void.

He was startled, and spiritual light surged around his body, and the Qingmu robe was activated first.

Then, he waved his sleeves, smoke and mist rolled up, and the cloud smoke pot was also raised by him.

click
click
The thunder-attributed spiritual energy in the air condensed into thunder beads of various sizes, accompanied by a muffled sound.

The void was illuminated by white light, and lightning beads fell in twos and threes towards the cultivators who were rushing to the Jiuxiao Fighting Platform.

"Rumble"

The sound of thunder beads exploding came one after another, and monks were unable to defend themselves and were blasted into the void.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows as he looked at several cultivators not far away whose flying swords were blown off by lightning beads.

The black and white flying knife flew out from his sleeve, smashing several oncoming lightning beads.

"There are still 157 cultivators ahead who haven't been eliminated by the lightning beads. As expected, no cultivator who can cultivate to the high level of Qi training has it easy. I have to hurry up."

The magic spells in Fang Yi's hands changed, and the magic power around his body surged continuously.

"disease!"

A soft sound.

The wind takes advantage of the water's momentum, and the water takes advantage of the wind's power.

The blue and green colors intertwined, and the Feng Shui spiritual power gathered and turned into cloud patterns.

The secret method of puppetry: Feng Shui body movement.

The cloud pattern's spiritual light flows endlessly, continuously blessing the Wind Feather Eagle's body.

"Wow!"

The Wind-Winged Eagle let out a long cry, spread its wings and flew away, its flying speed instantly increasing by 50%.

In just a few dozen breaths, he surpassed more than thirty cultivators.

One hundred thirty seven one hundred twenty one one hundred and nine.
After more than ten breaths, Fang Yi had already reached the 109th place.

Seeing that Feng Lingying was about to surpass him, Sun Shijing's face turned grim.

"Damn it!"

He was not good at escaping, and only after taking the initiative did he manage to reach the 108th place.

If he was overtaken by the puppeteer behind him who was controlling the spiritual bird puppet, he would have no chance of catching up.

A spiritual light flashed in Sun Shijing's hand, and he raised a fishing net-shaped magic weapon.

The big black net kept growing in the air. Not long after, it became several feet in size and flew towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly.

"Middle-grade magical weapon?"

(End of this chapter)