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

Chapter 894 Human-Demon Battle, Wu Hui Appears

"All cultivators, form ranks!"

In the noisy and chaotic ice valley, the cultivators looked anxious, and their turbid energy rose and fell.

More than twenty Core Formation Demon Kings pressed down with overwhelming pressure, and under the life-or-death crisis, tens of thousands of cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain panicked.

"Where is the True Lord?"

Why haven't the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of Xuan Yang Mountain made a move yet!

"Buzz!"

To the east of the settlement, a towering cliff, broken in half, stands tall.

An elderly cultivator, dressed in a black-patterned Confucian robe, looked anxious and kept muttering to himself, his expression shifting between light and dark.

The fake elixir that had once filled his dantian with pride could not bring him any peace of mind.

"These are more than twenty third-tier demon kings, each of whom would be the master of a lineage if placed in Xuan Yang Mountain."

Moreover, there are several powerful demon kings in the late Core Formation stage who occupy advantageous terrain and possess terrifyingly powerful foundations.

"no.
We have to go!

His expression hardened as he looked at Zhu Huan Zhenren, who was carrying an ancient sword, and made up his mind.

"If we don't leave, we'll die in this war sooner or later."

"I came to Great Yu to search for spiritual treasures and enjoy the good old days, not to risk my life!"

The old scholar in his Confucian robe patted his storage bag, and a gray, leaf-like talisman rose up and landed on his brow.

"Buzz!"

A silvery aura flowed, transforming into a veil that covered the old cultivator's body, isolating him from external energy.

"go!"

He silently transformed into a human figure and fled in the opposite direction from the demon tide.

In the blink of an eye, the old scholar in his Confucian robe was only a step away from the border of the camp.

"What a ferocious demon tide!"

His eyes still held a lingering fear as he gazed at the massive demon tide less than ten miles from their encampment.

"call!"

Until a figure quietly stepped out of the camp, the old scholar in the Confucian robe vaguely sensed that several fellow disciples were acting in the same manner as him, including several pseudo-Core Formation cultivators.
"Fortunately, I am wise and do not confront the demon race head-on."

Disciple of Xuanyang Mountain?
Having entered this prosperous land of Great Yu, I have no children, no disciples, and with my pseudo-core cultivation, where can't I go?
Why stay here and seek death?

"Zheng!"

Like a silkworm spinning silk, a strand of azure silk appeared out of nowhere, passing through the dantian of the old scholar in his Confucian robe.

"Master, spare my life!" The old scholar in his Confucian robes, his face contorted with wrinkles and muscles, pleaded in agony.

"Master Fang, spare my life!"

"Oh!"

A brilliant azure light shone forth, shattering the fake pill in an instant without pause.

Then, the azure hair was stained with blood, turning into afterimages, and once again slaughtered several Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"All cultivators, form ranks!"
Those who desert in the face of battle will be executed without mercy!

Fang Yi looked up at the sky and roared, his powerful aura soaring into the heavens, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Buzz!"

He wore a jade crown, and his blue robe fluttered in the wind, like a proud pine tree, a bamboo in the snow, and a deep, majestic mountain.

With a wave of his hand, the azure hair passed through the chests of the fourteen cultivators and was pulled to his front.

"Two Pseudo-Core Formation Realm cultivators, five Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, and seven Qi Refining cultivators."
It's barely enough.

Fang Yi murmured softly, then waved his hand and twisted off fourteen ferocious heads, forming a three-tiered mound of skulls.

Looking at the stunned Xuan Yang disciples, he loosely clenched his fist.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Bang!" "Bang"

His body exploded, and waves of blood mist rose up, while turbid primordial energy surged out from his dantian.

"Refining!"

In an instant, Fang Yi opened his mouth and spat out a dim yellow flame that transformed into a cauldron, continuously absorbing the turbid primordial energy.

In an instant, the dim yellow cauldron shook.

The turbid primordial energy in the furnace, which contained the cultivator's divine consciousness imprints, was completely washed away, and the primordial energy shone with jade-like brilliance, restoring its purity.

Looking at the demon tide that was only ten miles away, Fang Yi's ten fingers danced, as nimbly as butterflies flitting among flowers, casting out ancient and simple hand seals.

"A wondrous method: The Blood-Nourishing Spirit Method!"

A wisp of natal medicinal energy rose up and merged into the jade-like primordial energy, while a trace of bloodthirstiness continued to spread.

Afterwards, a fierce battle raged. The demonic tide was hostile, and in order to hunt as much prey as possible, Fang Yi was extremely stingy, unwilling to waste even a trace of magic power.

This was originally a wondrous third-level medical technique, but now it has been tainted by the energy of the blood path.

With the [Four Nine Mysterious Techniques] as a foundation, he was not afraid of his fellow disciples' suspicions or the questions posed by Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
Three breaths.

Stimulated by the bloodthirsty aura, the fear in the chaotic cultivator's eyes dissipated.

"This battle concerns the future of our sect. All disciples, being of the same lineage, belonging to the same sect, and sharing the same energy, have formed numerous small formations based on the Three Powers, Four Symbols, and Five Elements." Fang Yi focused his energy in his dantian, and his powerful words resounded for miles like muffled thunder.

Looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators who, though their timidity had faded, remained hesitant and fearful, he understood.

Whether Xuan Yang Mountain can establish itself depends on the Red Eyebrow True Lord, and on the True Men in charge of the four lineages, including the Ancestral Hall and the Five Extreme Peaks.

It is also related to his future progress in the Dao and his plans for the Nascent Soul stage.

But is there any connection between a minor cultivator at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stage and a spirit stone?

Fang Yi knew perfectly well what was going on, and then a slight smile appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with a wicked glint.

"The merits from this battle will be calculated twice, and the secret scriptures in the sect's library can be exchanged for three chapters: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation."

When opportunity knocks, be bold enough to take big risks for a smoother path ahead.

As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, he was perfectly qualified.

Seeing that the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord did not stop them, You Xishan and Zhang Hengyi, who held the authority of the True Lord, also kept silent.

Looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators below, densely packed like ants, a fiery glint appeared in Fang Yi's eyes as he continued to speak.

"Those ranked in the top 100 in Qi Refining will be awarded a Foundation Establishment Pill."

Those who rank in the top ten for Foundation Establishment merit will be bestowed with a Core Formation spiritual item; all Pseudo-Core Formation True Persons who participate in battle will be bestowed with a magic weapon.

I urge all fellow disciples to bravely fight the enemy and defend our Xuan Yang Dao lineage!

"boom!"

Money moves people's hearts!
In an instant, the cultivators, amidst the chaos and fear, had bloodshot eyes, were panting heavily, and felt a burning passion in their hearts.

Driven by serendipitous encounters on their journey, they quickly sought out fellow disciples and friends to form a team.

Three to five people form formations, creating the simplest of many large formations such as the Three Powers, Four Extremes, Five Elements, and Six Harmonies. They protect and support each other.

If there were only three or five spots, many cultivators would hesitate.

A person should know their own worth, and the three or five spots will naturally be contested by the most outstanding talents in the school.

However, a full hundred Foundation Establishment Pills, ten Core Formation Spiritual Objects, and even those with False Core Formation Pills would be rewarded with magical treasures for participating in battle.
Whether they were Qi Refining cultivators or Foundation Establishment cultivators, a single thought arose in their minds.

"Fight!"

"With such abundant opportunities, why can't it be me?"

"If we can make it into the top ten, that would be a golden opportunity to form the Core!"
At worst, you can exchange it for a third-tier cultivation technique and double the merit points.

Sword light flashed and killing intent filled the air, the furnace spewed flames, and tens of thousands of talismans were activated simultaneously.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and ordered, "Prepare the fire-element talismans."

As the surging demonic tide drew ever closer, until less than a mile remained, a chilling aura pierced through their very nerves.

He spoke under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"put!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The talismans breathed out magical power, crimson light flowed around the fireballs, the fire dragon with its blazing aura and the flaming sword that spewed flames.
Tens of thousands of talismans shot out, transforming into a sea of ​​fire that swept towards the demonic tide.

The frigid cold wave was shattered in one corner by tens of thousands of fireballs.

"good!"

Inside Chaoyang Pavilion, Chi Mei extended a wisp of divine sense, a smile appearing on his tense face.

"Qingyangzi, the sect leader, is still so decisive in handling matters!"

Above the gale-force winds, lantern-sized eyes blinked, and a blurry beastly figure let out a cold snort.

"If you are not as strong as others, what can you do?"

"Does Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows intend to turn the tables with such a petty trick?"

"My four great demon kings are already extraordinary, and with the help of the terrain, the cultivators from the exiled lands are also..."
After this battle, what percentage will be left?

"What a trick!"

A sword light descended from three hundred miles away.

Sword Master of the Suspended Sword Sect, dressed in flowing white robes and with an upright posture, lifted his boots and passed through the magical barrier.

"Buzz!"

As the clouds obscuring the view dissipated, Junhuai Jianzi's eyes lit up as he looked at the photographic mirror hanging high in the stone pavilion, where two cultivators had already taken their seats.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Litan of Medicine King Valley."

He bowed respectfully, his sword flashing a warning, before glancing at a young man beside Li Tan who appeared to be a Core Formation True Person, his aura concealed at the ninth level of Core Formation.

"Who is this fellow Taoist?"

"Hu Yuzhao, head of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, greets Fellow Daoist Junhuai of the Suspended Sword Sect."

Hu Yuzhao exuded an air of nobility, holding an abacus—a magical tool with a frame made of golden paulownia wood and gilded counting rods.

The robe was embroidered with silver thread with patterns of copper coins and ingots, and the sapphire blue belt was engraved with a jade Pixiu that swallows treasures.

"Greetings, Brother Yuzhao."

A fleeting look of apprehension crossed Jun Huai's eyes. This renowned Grand Master of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce was highly regarded by the Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Having heard that the Dharma Domain has been transformed into a Daoist temple, and is considered a seed of Nascent Soul, I have now been drawn to the Xuan Yang Mountain trip.

He was about to speak.

"Buzz!"

The grayish-white malevolent energy turned into rain and fell. A burly cultivator wearing a cloak passed through the magical barrier and entered the stone pavilion.

"Blood Fiend Sect, Ji Kui greets the three fellow Daoists."

"Hehehe, my fellow senior brothers have arrived so early, it makes me seem like I'm lacking in manners."

As a silvery laugh rang out, Li Wu Hui, wearing a jade hairpin and holding a feather fan, dressed in a plain white dress, appeared with eyes that seemed to hold a pool of spring water, making her extremely endearing.

She curtsied respectfully. "Li Wu Hui, disciple of the Su Nu Sect, greets fellow Daoists."

"With a peak cultivation level of the sixth stage of Core Formation, her beauty was so stunning that it could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face in shame, yet she possessed a touch of elegance."
This is the youngest disciple of the Joyful True Lord of the Plain Maiden Sect.

The four great masters, Li Tan, Jun Huai, Hu Yuzhao, and Ji Kui, exchanged glances, each seeing the amazement in the other's eyes.

"No wonder she's listed among the beauties of the Great Yu Dynasty."

Li Wu Hui's lips curled up, her red lips slightly pursed, her demeanor exceptional.

She gazed at the photographic mirror hanging high in the stone pavilion, her voice like the clinking of gold and jade, or like a gentle stream flowing through the mountains, as she narrated her story.

"All of you senior brothers have come here on the orders of the True Lord of the sect to see the quality of the newly established Nascent Soul Dao lineage, Xuan Yang Mountain."

Now that the Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord is holding things back, what do you, my fellow disciples, think will be the fate of Xuan Yang Mountain?

Hu Yuzhao fiddled with the counting rods in his hand, a mercenary look appearing in his eyes. He then took out a scroll with the word "gambling" engraved on it from his sleeve.

"A little gambling is harmless fun."

How about we use the number of Xuan Yang Mountain cultivators remaining after this beast tide as a wager, with me as the dealer?
"Place your bets now, everyone please proceed."

Li Tan's lips curled into interest. With a flick of his sleeve, a square jade box flew out of his storage bag and landed on the painting.

"Crack!" The sealing talisman ignited without wind, and the jade box opened with a three-foot crack, revealing a fragrant Ganoderma lucidum lying quietly in the brocade.

"A mid-grade third-tier Blood Jade Mushroom. After suppressing the demon tide, three of the four Great True Immortals of Xuan Yang Mountain were seriously injured."
More than half of the cultivators below the Core Formation stage were lost.

Jun Huai frowned slightly and took out a piece of spirit iron from his pocket.

"Seven ounces of copper and refined iron; three of the four Great True Immortals were seriously injured; and more than half of the cultivators below the Core Formation stage have perished."

Ji Kui waved his hand and tossed out a third-tier beast bone. "The four great demon kings have gained the advantage of terrain; I have severely injured all of the Xuan Yang Grandmasters, and eighty percent of the cultivators below the Core Formation stage have perished."

"Oh?"

Li Wu Hui narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, gazing at Fang Yi in the treasure mirror, and murmured to herself.

'What a coincidence, running into you again, you old monster.'

Thinking of the great loss she had suffered at Fang Yi's hands since she began her cultivation, she immediately spoke.

"Then I will suppress Xuan Yang Mountain and win; the four Grand Masters will at most suffer minor injuries."

"Hmm?" Hu Yuzhao's eyes flashed as he looked at Li Wuhui. "Junior Sister has so much confidence in Xuan Yang?"
Although the sect leader, Qingyangzi Fang Yi, was decisive in his actions, there were four Great True Immortals among them in this cold wave.
Two of them were even at the ninth level of the Core Formation stage.

"A little gambling is harmless fun; it's just a mid-grade third-tier spiritual herb." Li Wu Hui's delicate hand swept across the surface, and a seven-foot-long Azure Sea Vine, brimming with vitality, landed on the [Gambling] character diagram.

"In that case, we'll wait and see." A glint of shrewdness flashed in Hu Yuzhao's eyes. "Let's see how many of these tens of thousands of cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain will survive?"

"boom!"

As the demonic tide surged, Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely sensed that some cultivators were watching him.

Just as they were about to investigate further, scales and powder fell, and the three-tailed cold butterfly spread its wings for three zhang, with a blue ghost face painted on its wings and covered with phosphorescent light.

As the wings flap, phosphorus powder falls, refracting a mesmerizing light.

"Ninth level of Core Formation cultivation?"
The fourth great demon king finally appeared, possessing incredibly pure divine soul power. A great demon king skilled in illusion magic, perhaps?

The withered Daoist energy transformed into a tide that spread in all directions, and the decaying aura gave the panicked Xuan Yang Sect members a jolt.

"What the sect leader says makes sense!"

Yu Xishan's dark eyes narrowed, and the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram behind him unfolded, emitting silver light and evolving into the Qian and Kun hexagrams.

He has no intention of holding anything back.

"Having just arrived, the sect wants to establish itself in the icy plains and compete for opportunities."

Sufficient resources must be demonstrated to deter troublemakers and leave enough room for setting up a law enforcement base.

"At least one of Junior Brother Fang, Junior Brother Hengyi, and Senior Brother Chiyangzi must remain as a Great Demon King!"

He made the first move, and silver light swirled around the six stars of the Southern Dipper on the ancient treasure map.

【Luck】, 【Life】, 【Fortune】, 【Longevity】. Each precious talisman exhales spiritual light, transforming into a wondrous and magical technique.

"Imperial Edict: The Method of Transferring Disasters and Accumulating Blessings"

Unconsciously, silver starlight fell, and the tens of thousands of cultivators fighting in the camp were invigorated, their magic power flowing more smoothly.

"It was Grand Master Xishan who made the move!"

The disciples' luck increased by three points, and accumulated bad luck melted away like ice and snow.

"As you said, senior brother," Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly, the witchcraft on the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler in his hand becoming increasingly profound.

Three precious pearls swirled around Chi Yangzi, surrounded by fiery clouds, as he sighed:

"Four great demon kings have attacked. Two of them are at the ninth level of the Core Formation stage and have already formed the prototype of a Daoist temple. One of them is at the eighth level of the Core Formation stage and is an Ice Armored Serpent Lizard, belonging to the dragon and serpent family."
The remaining being is a White Fiend Tiger at the seventh level of Core Formation, whose bloodline is also extraordinary.

"Moreover, with the added advantage of the terrain, the power of spells and magical abilities with attributes of cold, ice, water, and freezing is increased by at least 30% in the icy plains."

He murmured softly, "You youngsters have quite the ambition!"

“Dragons and snakes have noble bloodlines, and the Ice Armored Serpent Lizard is worthy of being a top-grade offering for the High Priest.” Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes to slits, concealing the rising greed within them.

"Eighth-level Core Formation Ice Armor Dragon Lizard is only comparable to my cultivation level."

"kill!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi gathered the withered yellow Daoist energy into clouds, which transformed into a giant handprint that slammed down towards the white tiger.

"Great Withered Vine Hand!"

(End of this chapter)