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

Chapter 174 You come and I go
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The great green water formation guarding Qingzhufang City shook, made a muffled sound, and finally could not hold on.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The second-level rat demon that was besieging the Green Water Formation shouted excitedly a few times and then rushed towards the Qingzhu Market.

Gu Jiushang was wearing bronze armor. He saw several middle-grade rat demons rushing towards him with drooling eyes and red eyes.

Spiritual light flowed around his body, and he clasped his five fingers together, using his palms as knives to kill several mid-grade monsters in front of him.

He put away the monster's corpse and shook off the blood from his palm, feeling a little surprised.

"The master is so powerful that he even knew in advance that the Qingzhu Market would be destroyed!"

Thinking of his master's mission, Gu Jiu gathered the wind-attributed spiritual power on his boots, moved his feet a few times, and hid in a cultivator's cave.

He activated his magic power, and the blood-colored ancient wood mark on his forehead became faintly visible.

But in a moment, his eyes became a little blurred, and strands of green light appeared in his eyes.

He raised his head slightly and looked towards the battlefield between the second-level monster and the foundation-building master.

It was obvious that a cultivator was using the secret technique of puppetry to use his eyes to detect changes on the battlefield in order to grasp the overall situation.

When Song Qinghe saw that the formation was broken and four second-level monsters were rushing towards the market, a hint of conspiracy came into his eyes.

He exchanged a glance with Sun Shihua and He Boyi beside him, suppressed the joy in his heart, and shouted angrily.

"When the monsters break into the city, all the disciples of Xuanyang Mountain are not allowed to retreat a single step!
Otherwise, you will be punished according to the sect rules!"

Song Qinghe also knew that if there was no chance of survival, not only the disciples of Xuanyang Mountain, but even the head of the He family who was beside him would have to run away.

He slapped his storage bag, and golden light shot out, transforming into a sword-shaped magic weapon that hovered in front of him.

Then he took out a golden talisman from the storage bag. The talisman was shining with spiritual light and a faint sense of pressure came from it.

A trace of reluctance flashed in Song Qinghe's eyes.

He fought against monsters in Qingzhu Mountain for several years, and tried several times to ambush and kill second-level monsters but failed.

This second-grade mid-grade mysterious weapon talisman is his last trump card.

If I use one more now, there will only be the last one left.

The magic power in his hands surged and spewed, the mysterious talisman ignited without wind, and rich golden spiritual energy gathered.

The two spiritual characters "sharp" and "li" appeared in the spiritual light.

The art of talismans is one of the most widely spread and profound arts of cultivating immortals.

There are many branches among them, including simple fireball talismans, flame explosion talismans, fire dragon talismans and other attack talismans.

There are also defensive talismans such as ice prison talismans, wooden shield talismans, and earth wall talismans.

There are also talismans of types such as healing, assisting, sealing, and blessing.

And this mysterious weapon talisman is a blessing talisman. Among the top-grade magic weapons, the origin is ink.

It was drawn by a second-level great talisman master with all his strength on a specially made second-level talisman skin. The success rate was extremely low and the cost was very high.

But it is also incredibly powerful. Just add it to a magic weapon and it can briefly burst out with the power of a top-grade magic weapon.

Song Qinghe activated his own mysterious weapon talisman, and added the two spiritual characters "sharp" and "sharp" to his own magic weapon.

The magic weapon shone brightly, and the shadow of an ancient magic sword entangled by a strange beast flashed by.

The golden magic sword slashed towards the second-level fire-fur rat with red fur.

Song Qinghe was in high spirits. Although his long-bladed magic sword was only a mid-grade magic weapon, it was his own natal magic weapon and was also refined with the second-level spiritual ore, cold iron stone.

It's just that because he has advanced to the foundation-building stage for a short time and his magic power is not enough, his essence is not inferior to the top-grade magic weapons.

The blessing of this mysterious weapon talisman is now enough to temporarily burst out as a top-grade magic weapon.

The long-bladed magic sword was mixed with golden light and swept towards the second-level fire-fur rat.

"squeak!!"

The second-level Fire Fur Rat felt the terrifying power of this magical weapon, its pupils shrank slightly, and its red fur stood up.

Then the demonic power surged, and a faint smell of blood emerged from the demon's body.

Then the red hair grew and tangled rapidly, eventually turning into a red armor wrapped in flames.

"Pfft."

The long-bladed sword swept across, and the Fire Rat's innate spell was quite powerful.

But in the end, it is not as good as this long-bladed sword that bursts out with the power of a top-grade magic weapon.

A half-meter-long sword mark appeared on the body of the Fire Fur Rat Demon, and hot blood gushed out.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The fire-fur rat howled miserably after being severely injured.

But there was a red light in his eyes, and he continued to rush towards the monk in front of him with his ferocity undiminished.

Looking at the severely injured Fire Fur Rat, Song Qinghe laughed without a trace of fear.

Magical power surged around him, and the magic spells in his hands changed.

He used the long-bladed sword, whose power had slightly weakened, to continue slashing at the fireball rat.

"Squeak~~"

At this time, the other three second-level monsters also reacted.

The intelligence of a second-level monster is no less than that of a human cultivator.

The three rat demons communicated briefly, and then they formed a cloud of demonic energy and rushed towards Song Qinghe and the other two.

The second-level Jade Ring Rat with soft white fur opened its mouth and spit out several moon blades to stop He Boyi.

The patterns on the blue-striped rat's body glowed with golden light, and dark light flowed in its claws, and it grabbed with its claws.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and Sun Shihua's scimitar magic weapon kept colliding with the rat's claws, but could not move forward an inch.

Swish!Swish!
Extremely rich earth-attributed spiritual energy gathered, demonic clouds filled the air, and several rock shields about ten feet wide emerged.

Then the Fire Rat spit out a red spiritual light, which turned into a wall of fire and merged with the rock shield.

The crimson lines are entangled with the rock shield.

The two second-level monsters joined forces to defend, and the power of this rock shield was no less than that of an ordinary second-level medium-grade defensive spell.
呲~~
The long-bladed sword with a golden glow slashed down, and a sharp friction sound rang out in the air.

The long-bladed sword wielded by Song Qinghe was terrifyingly powerful.

However, the second-level Rock Armor Rat King, as an earth-attributed monster, is extremely good at defense.

The rock shield he controlled and the fire rat worked together to finally stop the terrifyingly powerful golden sword.

“Squeak! Squeak.”

The two second-level demon rats looked at each other and discovered that the power of the cultivator's magic weapon in front of them was weakening.

A ferocious look emerged in the four dark eyes.

The fire spirit gathered in the mouth of the Fire Rat, and it continuously spewed out fireballs the size of millstones. The Rock Armor Rat condensed its rock armor and started fighting with Song Qinghe.

A quarter of an hour later.

"boom!"

A blazing fireball slammed into a dark shield.

Fighting one against two, Song Qinghe looked a little embarrassed but his expression remained calm.

His clothes fluttered, and he slapped his storage bag, activating a second-level low-grade golden armor talisman.

Spiritual power surged, and a golden light shield quickly formed, filling the defensive gaps next to the shield magic weapon.

After several years of fighting, he already knew how treacherous the rat demon was.

If the four foundation-building masters had fought against it at the beginning, the monster would definitely have been prepared and would not have fought to the death with them.

Therefore, the decision was made when Song Qinghe and the Foundation Establishment Master of Sanling Valley made their plan in the morning.

Let himself and the two foundation-building masters Sun and He delay and consume their energy for a while, and finally let Master Mingsu take action.

Half an hour later.

"hu~hu~"

Song Qinghe gasped for breath, swallowed a Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing pill, and slowly recovered his magic power.

Looking at the Fire Fur Rat and Rock Armor Rat in front of him, the demonic clouds around him also dimmed a lot.

Obviously, these two second-level rat monsters, the Fire Fur Rat was severely injured, and the Rock Armor Rat was good at defense.

Although the two of them joined forces to suppress the human foundation-building masters, they also consumed a lot of energy themselves.

The three foundation-building warriors looked at each other, and a hint of joy flashed in their eyes.

Then, the rock blade and the fireball intersected, and the magic sword and the rock armor collided.

The two second-level rat demons thought that outnumbering two against one, Song Qinghe would be worn down to death by himself sooner or later.

Song Qinghe had already activated the jade pendant in his sleeve, and invisible waves were transmitted.

He was also stalling for time, waiting for the Ming family's foundation-building master to arrive with the clan's magical weapon.

This rat demon has a keen sense of smell and is good at detecting the breath of cultivators, so Master Mingsu hid dozens of miles away.

Song Qinghe felt a sweet taste in his throat and then coughed up a few traces of blood. It was obvious that fighting two people alone was not easy.

But he still urged the magic sword and continued to chop at the rat demon in front of him.

He was furious in his heart.

"At most a quarter of an hour. When Fellow Daoist Ming arrives, I'll make you wait!"

Half an hour later.

"boom!"

The long-bladed sword was struck by the rock blade, and its spiritual light dimmed, no longer able to show the horror it had before.

Song Qinghe coughed up a mouthful of blood, no longer worrying about being discovered by the second-level rat demon.

The immense magical power poured into the communication device in his sleeve.

Golden ripples spread out.

The Fire Fur Rat and the Rock Armor Rat instantly surged with demonic power, covering themselves with several layers of defense.

After a few breaths, there was no reaction at all.

"Squeaky!!!"

The two second-level rat demons were a little at a loss. The cultivator in front of them had created such a big scene, but it was actually useless.

The Fire Rat and the Rock Rat looked at each other, their faces showing excitement, and a look of cruelty appeared in their eyes.

"squeak!"

The Fire Rat resented being injured by Song Qinghe.

It consumed its blood and essence, and a burning fire emerged all over its body. The orange-red flame burned on its fur, and its body grew a whole circle larger.

Red light flowed in its claws, demonic energy gathered, and it grabbed the monk in front of it.

Seeing this, the rock-armored rat's yellow-brown fur trembled, and a circle of yellow ripples spread out. It manipulated the surrounding gravity, taking steady steps, and was also preparing to keep the troublesome monk in front of it.

Song Qinghe felt the yellow ripples rippling, and he felt as if he was stuck in a mud pond. It became very difficult for him to move or operate the magic weapon.

His face was extremely ugly.

“How is it possible!!!

The old man from the Ming family broke his promise and actually plotted against me. Aren't you afraid that Xuanyang Mountain will hold him accountable?"

An hour ago.

Twenty miles east of Qingzhufang City.

Master Ming Su of the Ming family in Sanling Valley sat cross-legged, with strands of starlight emerging around him.

"Tap! Tread!"

Ming Xiuquan was dressed in brocade clothes, his back straight, completely dispelling the fatigue he felt in Qingzhufang Market.

He took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully to Master Mingsu.

"Grandpa, can the cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain be trusted?

There were four second-level monsters besieging Qingzhufang City.

Even if Grandpa takes action, it's still four against four, how can he kill a second-level monster? "

Master Mingsu combed his long beard, with a kind face, and explained to his most talented junior.

“Xiu Quan, the Xuanyang Mountain cultivator, is naturally untrustworthy, but your great-grandfather is now seriously injured.

The Qigong Master we wanted to capture alive is also missing. Now, only the second-level precious elixir from the Xuanyang Mountain Examination Pavilion can make up for your great-grandfather's foundation."

(End of this chapter)