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

Chapter 158 Death Struggle
"Too much nonsense."

Although the small moonstone vein is located in a remote area, it is not uncommon for things to get complicated at night. The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword in Fang Yi's hand was emitting a blade of light.

A dark blue blade was slashed out again.

Before the sword energy arrived, Feng Huaizhen naturally felt its terrifying power.

"A top-grade magical weapon?!!!"

He and Wei Feihong looked at each other. As a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training, he was not a casual cultivator.

The two of them naturally knew how precious this top-grade magic weapon was.

And Fang Yi, who was able to connect with the energy of the magic weapon, became more and more unfathomable in the eyes of the two.

Feng Huaizhen thought about the descendants who died in this small moonstone mine, and couldn't help but feel disheartened.

He sighed.

"Old Wei, you and I have fought for our entire lives, and I never imagined that this would be the outcome.

This time, I’m afraid you and I are in great danger…”

"Feng Huaizhen, have you given up?

Think about the women, children, and younger generations at home. If you and I were to die here, would they still have a chance of survival?"

Women, children and the younger generation?

Feng Huaizhen was shocked and thought of his young granddaughter and old elders in the clan, his face turned grim.

He sent a message to Wei Feihong.

"Old Ghost Wei, you and I are in a critical situation right now. If you can escape this disaster, please leave a bloodline for my Feng family."

"Alright, if you can escape, Old Monster Feng, you must leave a bloodline for our Wei family."

Feng and Wei quickly swore an oath and reached an agreement, and their magical powers gushed out.

The dark iron hammer magic weapon has a hammer head coated with a layer of moon-white light.

Then, veins popped up on Feng Huaizhen's forehead, and he thrust his iron hammer towards the sword.

"Ding!"

The heavy sound of metal clashing echoed along the ore vein.

The hammer head of the sledgehammer magic weapon was constantly shining with spiritual light. Although a one-foot-long cut was left on it, it finally blocked Fang Yi's attack.

Seeing this, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes.

'The ninth level of Qi training is complete, the three treasures of essence, Qi and spirit are the foundation, and the Qi is slightly accomplished, which is actually a seed for the foundation.

No, two!'

Wei Feihong was surrounded by red spiritual light and a red gem was sacrificed.

'These two fought so hard that almost all of their tribe members died, yet they still had a trump card.
This is to monopolize Jiuhan Mountain in exchange for spiritual objects for foundation building.'

Fang Yi's expression was serious.

Although he has top-grade magic weapons and top-level puppets to protect him, they are ultimately just external objects.

His own cultivation was only at the stage of body refining, about to establish a foundation, and he was only a seed of foundation establishment.

When facing two cultivators who are also foundation-building seeds at that time, you still have to be extremely careful. None of the foundation-building seeds who can cultivate to the perfection of Qi training are easy to deal with.

Feng Huaizhen was experienced in fighting, and after a little thought, he knew the biggest flaw of the cultivator in front of him.

Looking at the Wind-Feathered Eagle, there are two humanoid puppets guarding on the left and right.

"The body is weak!"

His lips moved, and the sound entered his ears.

'Old Ghost Wei, you're going to fight to the death!
You create an opportunity for me. The puppeteer has cultivated his soul, and his physical strength is much weaker than mine. As long as I can get close enough to self-destruct, there is still a chance.'

Wei Feihong nodded slightly, the magic gestures in his hands changed, and the ancient spiritual text of the word "Yan" was slowly condensed.

The spiritual text of the word "Yan" slowly merged into the long stick magic weapon in his hand.

The magic weapon turned red, and the dragon pattern carved on the surface of the magic weapon began to move.

The red spiritual light was bright, and the fire boa spirit sealed inside was activated.

As the heat wave rolled, the red dragon-patterned stick transformed into a fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Fang.

"A top-tier, first-tier fire spell, Fire Dragon Technique?"

Feng Huaizhen was also a little surprised when he saw the fire dragon in front of him with its ferocious head and horns and astonishing power.

This fire-attribute spell is famous for its lethality among the five elements spells.

This fire dragon is already the most powerful among all the Qi-cultivating cultivators.

However, Wei Feihong did not stop his movements.

He forced out several drops of blood and essence, which merged into the gem in front of him, and then he used his magic power.

Fine and dense cracks appeared on the red gem.

click
click
The red gem shattered, and its origin turned into a red sun, which was swallowed by the fire dragon.

"Secret Technique: Dragon Playing with Pearl."

The faint sound reached Feng Huaizhen's ears.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, I have consumed my essence, blood, and vital energy, and used the Coiled Dragon Stick and the Scarlet Flame Pearl, two mid-grade magical instruments, as a price to forcibly increase the power of the Fire Dragon Technique.

But it only supports a quarter of an hour at most.

If we fail to kill that little beast within a quarter of an hour, you and I will both go to hell.

Look at that split second.

There were two mid-grade magic weapons, which, at the cost of self-destruction, transformed into a quasi-second-level fire dragon and pounced towards him.

"The method of transforming beast souls? That Panlong Staff magical weapon was also made by a top weapon refiner."

A hint of admiration flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

'The magic power is pure, the fighting method is ruthless and decisive, it is worthy of being an ordinary Qi training cultivator who has walked to the gate of foundation building.
If he could seize the small moonstone mine, this cultivator's chances of establishing a foundation would be even stronger than Feng Huaizhen's.

However, the great principles are different, and I need the help of fellow Daoists' flesh and blood and souls. You and I will use our own methods.

Fang Yi's hand flashed with spiritual light, and a dark blue gem was thrown into the Fengling Eagle puppet.

As soon as the pearl entered the Wind Feather Eagle, it turned into a black gale and merged into its feathers.

"Wow!!"

The wind-feathered eagle let out a high-pitched cry.

The wings are broad and powerful, the feathers are slender, and the whole body is coated with a black sheen.

With the blessing of the black gale, a rare treasure of heaven and earth, this wind-feathered eagle puppet has also entered the quasi-second level.

Fang Yi's technique changed, and he uttered a soft cry. "Quick!"

The fire dragon and the wind eagle started fighting in the air.

The spiritual powers of wind and fire collided, setting off red and blue spiritual power tides.

In the air, the Wind-Winged Eagle was seen with a graceful figure. With its wings spread, it easily avoided the attack of the Fire Dragon.

The fire dragon's eyes were filled with anger, and it opened its mouth and spit out dozens of fireballs in succession.

"Wow!"

The wind-feathered eagle let out a low cry and flapped its wings.

Under the control of Fang Yi, the top puppeteer, he easily shuttled through the fireball and in an instant, he was behind the fire dragon.

The fire dragon suddenly turned around, and the fire boa spirit inside it awakened some of its fighting instincts in life during the fierce battle.

Its body was swimming in the air, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, with the hot fire attribute spiritual power entangled, trying to entangle and strangle the Wind-Winged Eagle.

Unfortunately it's too late.

The black wind gathered from the Wind-Winged Eagle's claws, emitting a bronze glow, and it grabbed the Fire Dragon's vital point fiercely.

puff
The bronze claws, with a flash of spiritual light, twisted and cut the fire dragon into two pieces.

"How can it be?!!

We are both at the quasi-second level, how could my Fire Dragon be defeated so quickly? "

Wei Feihong exclaimed in shock, his face looking extremely ugly.

He couldn't believe that after paying such a huge price, he was stopped by a puppet.

"call!"

He exhaled deeply and let go of all his delusions. The cultivator in front of him was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Wei Feihong used the secret method of burning blood, pounded his chest, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The essence and blood turned into a blood mist and merged into the fire dragon, causing the two halves of the dragon's body to heal again.

At this time, signs of decay were visible on his face.

Fine wrinkles and dark spots appeared on his skin, and half of his long hair at the temples had turned white, indicating that his lifespan had been greatly reduced.

Under Wei Feihong's manipulation.

The fire dragon swam, abandoning the wind-feathered eagle and pounced towards Fang Yi.

Seeing this, Fang Yi's expression remained calm.

He knew that Wei Feihong had no other trump cards, otherwise he would never burn his life like this.

The spurting out of this mouthful of essence, blood and vital energy greatly reduced his lifespan, at least by ten years. His path to building the foundation had been cut off by his own hands.

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a blue-gray light shot out.

The spiritual light crisscrossed and turned into a net-shaped magical weapon.

This is another top-grade magic weapon, Luo Tiandou, in Fang Yi's hand.

As a green magic power hit it.

Luo Tiandou slowly opened, spiritual light flowed around his body, and fell towards the fire dragon at a high speed.

In just half a breath, although the fire dragon tried to dodge, it was still caught in Luo Tiandou's net.

It roared continuously, tore with its four claws, and spewed fireballs in the air, but it could not do anything to the net-like magic weapon.

“A top-grade magical weapon!!”

Wei Feihong almost groaned, his eyes filled with despair.

“Another top-grade magical weapon. Even the son of a Foundation Establishment Master cannot possibly have such wealth!!

Feng Huaizhen, you bastard, where on earth did you find this kind of cultivator to bring disaster to our families?

"How would I know? If we really knew he had such ability, our Feng family would never seek death."

Feng Huaizhen held a sledgehammer magic weapon in his hand, and his blood and essence were also burning. He blocked a dark blue sword energy in a rather awkward manner.

This was the third time he had failed to get close to Fang Yi.

Sensing the magic weapon in his hand and the magic restriction that was almost broken, he looked at Fang Yi with an unwilling expression.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, what is the reason for such cruelty against my Feng family? Could you please tell me so that I can die with a clear conscience?"

Fang Yi didn't want to waste any more words.

The light of the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand flickered, and with a wave of his sleeve, two more dark blue sword auras were slashed out.

Although the two cultivators opposite were completely suppressed by themselves, as foundation-building seeds, they must have their own outstanding qualities.

Trash can't reach such a level of cultivation.

When Feng Huaizhen saw the Fengling Eagle swooping down on Wei Feihong, he knew that he could not hold on for much longer.

"boom!"

The iron hammer in his hand was urged to self-destruct, blocking the two dark blue sword auras.

Sensing that a jade talisman in his arms was fully activated, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

puff!

Silver light flowed on the jade talisman, and a faint spatial fluctuation was heard.

Feng Huaizhen's figure disappeared from the spot and then appeared ten feet away from Fang Yi.

His face was ferocious and his long hair was dancing wildly.

"Fang Yi! As a puppeteer, your body is fragile, and you use two puppets to protect yourself. You are quite cautious, but you never thought that I have such a backup plan!"

Feng Huaizhen laughed wildly, with blood and energy surging throughout his body. He was actually a first-level mid-grade body cultivator.

"Go to hell!!"

A magic boxing glove appeared faintly in his hand. He gathered his magic power and punched the terrifying puppeteer in front of him, aiming for his vitals.

"A quasi-second-order small teleportation talisman?"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression a little strange.

He used two puppets, one with bronze armor and the other with black armor, to protect himself. It was just a casual move. He was trying to set a nest and bait to see if any monk would take the bait.

I never thought that there would actually be a monk who took the bait.

“Stereotypes kill people.”

Fang Yi sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)