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

Chapter 642 Poisoning Cultivators, the Puppet Armor's Fame Spreads Throughout Xuan Yang
"Roar!"

A roar rang out, and a lithe figure leaped into the sky. Gu Jiushang's body was enveloped in golden spiritual light, transforming into battle armor. He opened his mouth and spat out thousands of golden needles.

Demonic power gathered on the golden needle, its tip gleaming coldly. With the enhancement of bloodline power, the spell, which was originally at the second-tier perfection, took another step forward and entered the near-third tier.

"Acupuncture again?"

"Golden Armor, you greatly underestimate the cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion!"

Seeing the golden-armored lion pounce on the Biyue Pavilion cultivators again, Han Kuizhi waved her hand and raised a cloud-colored flag.

The precious flag fluttered in the wind, spewing out clouds of mist to block the golden needles.

With a flourish of her sleeves, she unleashed her life-bound treasure, the Warm Jade Ruler, which spewed forth a misty spray as it struck the golden-armored lion's head.

"Roar!" The golden-armored lion roared to the sky, and behind it appeared a dazzling phantom of a demonic beast, its aura rising even higher.

He spat out a beast-headed kitchen knife, which turned black and gold and slashed down.

"clang!"

The ear-piercing sounds of collision echoed continuously. The azure jade ruler and the black and gold sword light intertwined. Gu Jiushang awakened the Golden Armor Lion bloodline, and Han Kuizhi condensed a fake core. The two clashed, and for a time, it was difficult to determine the winner.

On the other side, the four-clawed wolf grasped the ancient xun with its slender five fingers and slowly activated it. The sound waves rippled and transformed into a mesmerizing sound, disturbing the cultivator's soul and interfering with the circulation of magic power.

Sheng Bo'an's expression was solemn. The Four-Clawed Wolf was skilled in the Dao of Divine Soul, and in terms of being more troublesome, it was more than 90% of the quasi-third-order demonic beasts. Moreover, it was in cahoots with the Gale Wolf.

He is facing two opponents alone, so he cannot be careless in the slightest. The matter of rebuilding the foundation of the Dao is unlikely to see any light at the end of the tunnel, and he must not allow any unexpected complications at this critical moment.

With a "gurgling" sound, the millstone-sized Water Toad drove the cold tide to block its old rival, Zhiyangzi. The azure cold tide collided with the crimson golden wheel, and the two could hardly determine a winner.

The ancient bronze bell rang, and the ancient sword flew through the air.
The fake cultivator in the city made his move.

Demonic energy surged, and wild, untamed demonic power rolled, with each near-third-tier demonic beast blocking its way.

For a time, the two sides, humans and demons, were evenly matched, the battle was unpredictable, and the outcome was uncertain.

On the Cloud Terrace, amidst swirling clouds and mist, the auras of several Core Formation cultivators soared into the sky, making no attempt to conceal themselves, as they confronted each other against a third-tier demon king of the demon race.

Twelve mirrors suspended in the air, their light rippling like water, reflecting the fierce battlefield between the human and demon races at the south gate of the ancient city.

Master Yuzhu exhaled a breath of stale air, his face showing appreciation.

It was worth the effort she put in, as she had asked a third-tier weapon refiner to help her refine a cloud-and-water-colored flag magic weapon.

Her gaze swept over her old rival on the Cloud-Lying Platform. Master Jiuqu remained indifferent, his expression calm.

Although the White Bone Sect and the Joyful Union Sect are also major sects, without a Core Formation Realm expert in charge, they cannot get involved in the affairs of the ancient city.

Master Yuzhu paused slightly, a smile playing on her lips, her beauty radiant.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Lei, the ancient city is blessed with outstanding people and resources. It's not necessary to choose a cultivator like Fang Yi who has a corrupt character!"
With the help of the Cloud and Water Flags, Junior Sister Kuizhi alone is enough to stop the Golden-Armored Lion.

"A petty person has gotten ahead!" Master Hu Lei's expression turned slightly cold.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Hu Lei, what do you mean by this? I am but a female cultivator, and I have never been a gentleman." Jade Pearl True Person covered her mouth and chuckled, her radiance shining brightly.

"Now the three fierce demons each have their own opponents, and the remaining quasi-third-tier demon kings are also being intercepted by pseudo-core cultivators."

The outcome will be decided by the Foundation Establishment cultivators of each sect. In terms of combat strength at the Foundation Establishment level, the demon race is far inferior to us.

Looking at the image reflected in the mirror, her expression changed slightly. "Hmm?"

"Hahaha!" Hu Lei Zhenren smiled mockingly at Yu Zhu Zhenren. "The three fierce demons each have their own opponents?"
"Yuzhu, your judgment is becoming increasingly excellent. Is this what they call 'everyone has their match'?"

"How is that possible! Where would a demon race get a poison master to refine spiritual poisons?"

The smile on Jade Pearl's face vanished instantly.

Her gaze swept across them, noticing that Master Hu Lei's lips were upturned with a faint smile, while Master Jiu Qu's gaze swept over the two of them, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

In the ancient mirror, a golden-armored lion with its mane flying wildly exudes a rich, ethereal green aura, which, along with a golden wind, spreads through the clouds.

Within moments, the eerie green poisonous mist was continuously spread by the golden wind, and more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators turned pale as their magical power was eroded by the spiritual poison.

"Spiritual poison?! Fellow Daoists, quickly take the antidote pills!"

"Too late!" Gu Jiushang's demonic power surged, and the beast-headed kitchen knife covered with Taotie patterns slashed down.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The spiritual poison spread with lightning speed, and the three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion, their bodies turning a ghostly green and then flushed red, fell from the clouds.

‘It’s done! ’

Gu Jiushang silently retrieved the magic bottle from his sideburns. He had spent a lot of effort to activate the spiritual poison, but fortunately, he had achieved his goal.

"Oh!"

Another Foundation Establishment cultivator's protective aura shattered, his face contorted in pain, and he fell toward the ground.

The toxic fog spread.

In the blink of an eye, the thirteen Foundation Establishment cultivators, their protective magic artifacts completely corroded, were left with a sweet and pungent smell. Nearly a hundred Qi Refining cultivators, their flesh and skin corroded, turned into withered bones in despair.

In the blink of an eye, the human cultivators were either taking pills to suppress the spiritual poison or desperately trying to escape.

It is visibly clear that the ancient city's combat strength has been reduced by 30%.

"go!"

"escape!"

"Retreat quickly! Return to the ancient city! The ancient city is protected by a powerful array and is immune to spiritual poison!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, many Foundation Establishment cultivators stopped pursuing and instead used talismans or detonated magical artifacts in an attempt to stall their opponents.

A few individuals, clad in puppet armor and shrouded in demonic magic, frantically fled towards the ancient city.

The ferocious poison had a wide killing range. With the blessing of the golden wind, the second-tier demon beast, no longer restrained by the Foundation Establishment cultivator, was free to attack, and their energies were connected.

Each demon beast, according to its own elemental aura, continuously activated its demonic arts to assist the near-third-tier demon king.

Wind blades, fireballs, wooden stakes, lightning bolts... a continuous barrage of magical energy rained down, and in an instant, many fake Core Formation cultivators were forced to retreat in defeat.

"Roar!" The lion roared repeatedly, and Gu Jiushang's eyes turned blood red, hiding a chilling appetite within.

"one!"

With a wave of his hand, Gu Jiushang killed a Foundation Establishment elder dressed in a beast-patterned robe. Then, with a snap of his five fingers, more than ten golden blades shot out.

"two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

Blood splattered everywhere, flesh and bones were torn apart, a golden light flashed, and six pieces of the corpse fell from the sky, the warm blood staining the city wall, adding to the tragedy.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Sensing the approaching golden light, Shen Santong's hair stood on end, and his face showed terror.

He frantically channeled his magic power and headed towards the ancient city of Dadu.

"Where is the Core Formation Realm cultivator?!"

The situation has deteriorated to this point, with the demonic tide surging, why hasn't the Core Formation cultivator made a move yet!

The golden blade of light accelerated once more, instantly cleaving through Shen Santong's superior-grade black iron shield magic weapon.

"Is this the end for me?" Shen Santong was inexplicably calm, feeling the ever-sharp golden light, which was unstoppable and tore through his protective robe.

"I'm not reconciled!" he thought to himself. "Over a hundred years of cultivation, all gone in an instant!"

"Clang!" "Hmm?" Shen Santong sensed the puppet armor beneath his robe emitting a faint light that continuously countered the golden radiance.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the armor plates behind him, but they reduced the power of the golden light by ninety-nine percent. The remaining golden light slashed a three-foot wound on his back, causing flesh to rip and bleed.

"I survived!" Shen Santong was overjoyed at surviving the ordeal.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, activate the Wood-Generating Spirit Liquid within the Puppet Armor!" A familiar voice rang out. Shen Santong stood a few feet away from Qian Junhe, who was also wearing puppet armor. There was a gash at his waist from which blood was constantly seeping out.

The vibrant green sap of the wood elemental spirit lingered, constantly nourishing the flesh and blood, and sprouting new growths.

In the blink of an eye, the gash in his waist had healed.

"Fellow Daoist Qian from Duobao Pavilion?"

Shen Santong snapped out of his daze, his fingertips twitched slightly, and a stream of magic power landed on the puppet armor. A stream of emerald green liquid flowed into the wound on his back, and the cool sensation spread, causing the wound to slowly heal.

Qian Junhe was also still shaken. He transformed into a streak of light and descended towards the ancient city.

Then, golden, cyan, and blue spiritual lights fell one after another, revealing Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng.

All three were wearing puppet armor, but Qin Yu's left arm was shattered, Li Heng had a three-foot gash in his waist, and Huo Zhao was extremely unlucky, with a 'cross' wound cleaved into his buttocks.

"Thanks to this puppet armor!" Shen Santong swallowed a pill, his magic power slightly restored, and immediately turned to look at Qian Junhe, his eyes burning with fervor.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, I would like to trouble you to order another puppet armor."

None of the cultivators who survived the calamity were fools. Qin Yu, Li Heng, Huo Zhao, and even Shen Santong, among many others who had purchased the puppet armor, all escaped the disaster.

The defensive capabilities of the puppet armor are beyond question.

"Manager Qian, I also want one of these puppet armors!"

"Fellow Daoist Qian, does the Treasure Pavilion sell these puppet armors? I'd like to order one!"

"I want one too!"

The beast tide receded at some point, and the puppet armor's defensive capabilities were excellent, so the cultivators no longer cared.

Qian Junhe's lips moved as he was about to agree, but then he remembered that the puppet armor had been taken out and sent back to Xuanzhen Garden, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

His ears twitched slightly, and he spoke. "Fellow Daoists, the puppet armor will be available for sale in the Treasure Pavilion in three days."

Fellow Daoists, if you are interested, please come to the Treasure Pavilion.

Above the clouds, Gu Jiushang's tail swayed, and Shen Santong's figure was reflected in his eyes.

Golden demonic power transformed into a net, collecting the six Foundation Establishment cultivator corpses along with their storage bags.

"Nine Wounds did a good job. After this battle, the reputation of the Puppet Armor has been fully established."

In the Xuanzhen Garden, the green bamboo swayed gently. Fang Yi nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. Compared to the danger to his life, no Foundation Establishment cultivator would abandon the puppet armor.

Woyuntai.

"Yuzhu, in this one battle alone, twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators perished, accounting for nearly one-fifth of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the ancient city."

Are you satisfied now?

Master Hu Lei's face was gloomy, and purple lightning crackled continuously around him.

If it weren't for the fact that the demon kings, including Lu Xiaozi, the Golden-Eyed Ape King, and Luo Yu, had joined forces to target Woyuntai, he would have already made his move.

Twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators perished in the battle. Although the Azure Water Pavilion accounted for the majority of the losses, Xuan Yang Mountain also lost two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Every Foundation Establishment cultivator is a cornerstone of the sect, and one of the two who fell was a cultivator under his command.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuqu, two Foundation Establishment cultivators have also fallen in Fengling Immortal City, one from the White Bone Sect and one from the Joyful Union Sect."

Fellow Daoists, are you really going to let Yuzhu continue like this?!

"This," Nine-Bend True Man hesitated, "two Foundation Establishment cultivators perished in the demon's jaws, yet we can still bear it."

But if this happens every time, the resources of Fengling Immortal City are not comparable to those of Biyue Pavilion and Xuanyang Mountain, which have accumulated over thousands of years and have been passed down in an orderly manner.

"Fellow Daoist Yuzhu, if..."

"It's just a near-third-tier spirit poison, Fellow Daoist Jiuqu, why worry?"

Faced with Hu Lei Zhenren's renewed attack, Yu Zhu Zhenren's expression darkened slightly, and he immediately made a promise.

"The spiritual poison unleashed by that golden-armored lion was merely a result of our momentary carelessness, which allowed it to succeed."

However, this spiritual poison did not kill any Foundation Establishment cultivators, nor did it reach the third rank. I immediately sent a message to the sect, requesting that within half a month, the sect's spiritual healers, the Three Friends of Winter, be dispatched here.

"The Three Friends of Winter?"

Master Jiuqu relaxed his brows. The Three Friends of Winter in the Azure Water Pavilion were all quasi-third-level spiritual healers. Together, they were enough to deal with the demon tide in the ancient city.

"In that case, we shall do as Fellow Daoist Yuzhu wishes."

In Xuanzhen Garden, Fang Yi held a purple communication talisman, lost in thought.

"The Three Friends of Winter?"
The Azure Water Pavilion has a total of seven near-third-tier spiritual healers, and the Three Friends of Winter already represent half of their medical expertise.

Yu Zhu made a huge decision, and was not afraid of sudden misfortune.

He patted his storage bag, and a jade talisman emitted a pale white spiritual light before disappearing into the ground.

A blue aura flowed from her sleeve, and a wooden communication talisman flew out.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the clouds and magical restrictions dissipated. He took a storage bag from his waist and tossed it to Qian Junhe, who was walking out along the bluestone path.

“Nephew Qian, take this puppet armor to the Treasure Pavilion and sell it to cultivators from various sects as previously agreed.”

"Do your job well; you're ready to compete for the position of head manager of the Treasure Pavilion!"

"Yes! I will obey the orders of the sect leader!" Qian Junhe's heart pounded like a drum, and his eyes burned with ambition.

The defensive capabilities of the puppet armor during the beast tide spread like wildfire, from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and within three days, all the cultivators of Dadu Ancient City knew about it.

With his puppet armor at his disposal and his extensive network of connections, he is certainly qualified to contend for the position of Grand Manager of the Treasure Pavilion.

In the ancient city of Dadu, a hundred miles to the south, the overflowing demonic power condensed into mist, covering the entire ancient forest.

A gnarled and twisted firewood tree with crimson leaves stood there, and Gu Jiushang leaned lazily against a large blue stone.

"Is the master sending a message?"

His eyes suddenly opened, and his divine sense probed into a jade talisman. A few breaths later...

With a lithe and agile figure, the golden-armored lion leaped into the air and sped off into the depths of the ancient forest.

Beside the lotus pond, Chen Xuan, with a strange expression, reached out and plucked a jade talisman. "A message from a withered soul?"
Where did this old monster get the leisure to do this? Could it be that he wants another Tier 3 Blood Pearl?

He probed into it with his divine sense, and after a moment his expression darkened slightly. He then transformed into a beam of light and fled towards the ancient forest.

"The Azure Water Pavilion has seven near-third-tier spiritual healers; we cannot let Jade Pearl ruin this important matter."

Three days later.

Even before the Duobao Pavilion opened, a large group of Foundation Establishment cultivators had already gathered in front of it.

Qian Huaijin's face was gloomy. Among the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, he had already recognized several disciples of the sect who were actually True Immortals.

Qian Junhe, whom he hadn't paid much attention to before, now had the potential to rival him as the manager of Duobaoge, thanks to the favorable winds.

"The Qianjun River is about to become a force to be reckoned with."

(End of this chapter)