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

Chapter 672 Fierce Battle, Assassination! Substitute Death! (6000-word long chapter)
"It's done! The human race's tortoise shell has finally been broken!"

On the ancient altar surrounded by demonic energy, the Crimson Fire Serpent flicked its tongue, its face showing delight.

He spewed out crimson poisonous mist, his fiery toxins surging and scorching hot, as he lunged at the panicked cultivators in the ancient city.

"Red Serpent, don't even think about eating alone!" Fubo Jade Elephant's four pillar-like hooves pounded, and its huge eyes revealed an astonishing appetite.

Human cultivators possess pure blood essence, which is even more potent than other spiritual medicines of the same level for demons.

With the Wuyang Grand Formation shattered, a tremendous opportunity was presented to him, and he certainly wouldn't miss it.

As the earth shook, the enormous demonic body continued to advance. In the blink of an eye, its long trunk twitched, blood splattered everywhere, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators perished in its jaws.

"Haha, don't forget me!" The clear and melodious crane cry rang out. Luo Yu spread her wings, her feathers fluttering as she gracefully moved.

Full of confidence and unwilling to be outdone, he charged towards a fake Core Formation cultivator surrounded by lightning.

Sheng Bo'an's face was grim. Behind him, the stone tablet and magical artifact were surrounded by flowing thunder patterns and thunderous liquid.

"Master has left the Purple Light Garden. Just hold on for ten breaths..."

Hold on for ten breaths!

With a wave of his left hand, crimson blood essence, accompanied by surging magical power, poured into the stone tablet and magical artifact.

'Eliminate the cultivators from the Azure Water Pavilion for the master!'

Gu Jiushang stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

He slightly bent his knees to gather his strength, his entire body radiating golden flames, transforming into a blur as he pounced towards the cultivator from the Azure Water Pavilion.

The deer-like creature's eyes were clear; it did not join the slaughter.

He had already advanced to the mid-stage of Core Formation for hundreds of years. Not to mention Foundation Establishment cultivators, even pseudo-Core Formation cultivators or the flesh and blood of Core Formation cultivators would be of little use to his cultivation breakthrough.

Kill! Kill!
How can I not drive humanity to the brink of extinction?

The moss beneath his hooves churned, a vibrant gathering of life.

The resilient roots penetrated inch by inch into the ground, seeping into the eye of the Wuyang Grand Array, taking root and sprouting, constantly interfering with the array's repair.

The Wuyang Grand Formation, being the foundation of the ancient city of Dadu, would not be easily broken. Even if only a corner of the formation is broken, it would only temporarily destroy the grand formation.

Wolves howled and tigers roared, and one after another, monstrous beasts galloped about, their faces showing cruelty.

Under the fierce demonic aura of the Demon King, the human cultivators could no longer defend themselves and transformed into streaks of light, fleeing frantically.

"Run! The Demon King is here; we are no match for him!"

"Run away!"

"Demon King! Where is the Ancient City Immortal? Where is the Immortal?!"

Several streaks of light sped through the alley, using magical barriers and cave dwellings to evade the pursuit of demonic beasts.

An old man, dressed in a black robe and with a gaunt figure, was slow to escape his Foundation Establishment cultivation by a fraction of a second and was about to be overtaken by the red-robed cultivator.

Thinking of the pack of fierce wolves chasing him, he took out a long needle that gleamed with a ghostly light from his pocket.

"The Soul-Devouring Needle, this newly refined demonic artifact, already has a chance to be used."

"My life is not meant to end here!"

"Whoosh!" The Soul-Devouring Needle transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the robe and striking the red-robed cultivator's body.

The red-robed cultivator's magical power became disordered, greatly reducing his escape speed, and he was overtaken by the old cultivator in an instant.

"Awooo!" The fierce wolf, drooling, pounced on the red-robed cultivator, closely following the old cultivator.

"Help me! Ahhhhhh!" Before long, the cultivator's life force vanished, and the sound of Li Feng wolfing away echoed in the alley.

Human cultivators are inherently weaker than demons, and only by holding their positions in battle formations can they stand against the demons.

Now that the core of the Wuyang Formation has been destroyed, the demon race, which has been plotting for a long time, has launched a massacre against the human race, with not only the third-tier demon kings but also the demon kings.

Groups of three to five first- and second-tier demonic beasts relentlessly surrounded and killed the fleeing cultivators who dared not resist.

The red-striped fire serpent opened its mouth wide, and venom dripped from its two fangs.

The demonic power gathered in his mouth, and the venom transformed into a net, trapping a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, the cultivator, skin and bones, was swallowed into his mouth.

The Golden-Eyed Ape King strolled through the ancient city, occasionally shattering the magical barriers of the caves and burial grounds.

"Ok?"

His eyes lit up, and he reached out with both hands. With a sound of the magic barrier shattering, two high-grade bronze magic shields were crushed into scrap metal.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator under the shield looked terrified but was powerless to resist as he was stuffed into someone's mouth and chewed.

The Golden-Eyed Ape King made a chewing sound as bone fragments along with its internal organs were spat out.

"Pooh!

The taste is rather strange; these two cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain have remarkably weak blood and energy.

A cold light gathered from the golden-armored lion's mouth, and a chilling blade of light shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion, along with more than thirty Qi Refining cultivators, were riddled with bullets.
Ten breaths!

In less than ten breaths!

Twenty-seven Foundation Establishment cultivators have already perished in the demon's jaws, and nearly a thousand Qi Refining cultivators have fallen.

"Don't be arrogant!" A purple thunderclap roared. Master Hu Lei, who cultivated thunder magic, was the fastest among the ancient city's masters and was the first to arrive at the battlefield.

His face was solemn, knowing that he had reached a critical juncture in the life-or-death struggle of Dadu Ancient City.

"The ancient city must not be breached!"

Master Hu Lei had to unleash his full power, channeling his fingertips into incantations to create afterimages.

A thick, gray, leaden cloud gathered and stretched for dozens of miles, accompanied by lightning and thunder, obscuring the entire ancient city.

"Boom!"

Yellow lightning flashed like a serpent as the Thunder God unleashed three thunder pearls from his sleeve.

Third-Order Wonderful Technique: Heavenly Roc Transformation

The Purple Thunder Pearl fell into the leaden clouds, where thunderous liquid surged and transformed into three agile Thunder Rocs, wielding thunder and lightning, and charged toward the three demon kings: Luo Yu, the Crimson Fire Serpent, and the Jade Elephant of Subdued Waves.

The Thousand-Pound Hammer glowed with an eerie light, crackling with lightning, as the Golden-Eyed Ape King slammed down upon it.

"Insolence!" Luo Yu sang loudly, activating the [Azure Sky Song], which caused ripples to spread and block a Thunder Roc.

"One against four, how arrogant!" The crimson fire serpents coiled into a snake formation, and the scarlet poisonous mist evolved into layers of nets, easily corroding Lei Peng's body.

Finally, he reached out again, crushed the magical restrictions of a seven-story ancient building, and devoured all the terrified cultivators inside.

The elephant-shaped statue of Fubo lightly treads its four hooves, stirring up a huge, earth-yellow tide that crashes continuously, causing stone pillars to rise and transform into stone spears that shoot towards Lei Peng's head.

"Don't worry about Hu Lei, he's just stalling for time!"
"We'll kill the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the human race first!"

The Golden-Eyed Ape King's body swelled up, its demonic aura soaring into the sky. Its five fingers, shimmering with demonic energy, slammed towards the Thousand-Pound Hammer with a palm the size of a millstone.

"Too late!" Master Hu Lei looked at the three Thunder Rocs with regret, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and uttered a single word.

"burst!"

"Boom!"

A blinding flash of lightning roared, and the essence within the three thunder pearls burned fiercely, causing all the protective barriers to shatter.

Lei Peng, who had been suppressed and corrupted, now shone with brilliant purple spiritual light, and his figure became increasingly agile.

Amidst thunderous roars, the three Thunder Rocs, disregarding their own losses, relentlessly entangled Luo Yu, the Crimson Fire Serpent, and the Jade Elephant of Subdued Waves.
Strands of fresh blood oozed from Hu Leizhen's mouth and nose.

His face was pale. The three Thunder Pearl magic treasures, which had been refined for more than two hundred years, were destroyed, and his vital energy was damaged by the backlash.

He took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and carefully poured out two mid-grade, third-tier Qi-Nourishing Pills, each about the size of a longan.

"Gulu!"

A fleeting look of heartache crossed Hu Lei Zhenren's face.

He immediately swallowed one pill with a thud, while the other Nourishing Essence Pill was pressed under the base of his tongue.

At this point, the ancient city of Dadu was in danger of destruction. Although the Nourishing Essence Pill was precious, he could not care about anything else.

When a True Core Formation cultivator condenses their True Core, their essence, energy, and spirit undergo a transformation. When they attack cultivators below the Core Formation stage, it is like a massacre.

No matter the cost, we must bring the immortals Jiuqu, Yuzhu, and Yan Youtai here.

The long, clear river meandered, its waves surging. Just three breaths later, Jade Pearl Immortal, holding a precious pearl, rode the waves and arrived.

The azure long silk magic weapon was unleashed, striking the Golden-Eyed Ape King like a venomous snake.

The eight trigrams swirled around, and Yan Youtai's face darkened as he glanced at Lu Xiaozi with a gloomy expression.

'Ignoring the losses of the demon race, has that old monster, Deer Demon, gone mad?'

The Azure Dragon Staff, wreathed in verdant light, hurtled towards Luo Yu's head. A scroll of dark cloud patterns unfurled, churning the clouds and mist before landing upon the Crimson Fire Serpent.

"Buzz!" A dark and ancient furnace spewed out soul power, and the phantom images of many demon souls, such as the Purple Scaled Flood Dragon, the Fiery Tiger, and the Gray Feathered Eagle, appeared. It spat out streams of soul fire, and hundreds of soul chains shot out, fixing the Dark Cloud Diagram.

A dark green flame flickered, a crimson banana leaf fan was waved, and Chen Erxiang, with his handsome face and a dark green robe, stepped out slowly.

He activated his magical artifact, his aura soaring, showing no sign of fear.

"Yan Youtai, last time you relied on the power of your magic weapon to defeat me."

Now the tables have turned; let's see the power of the Crimson Flame Banana Leaf Fan!

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

The wind fueled the fire, and the fire intensified the wind, creating a massive fire tornado with billowing flames that swept towards Yan Youtai.

"A mid-grade fire-element magic weapon? Azure Flame Child!" Yan Youtai stared at Azure Flame Child with a gleam in his eyes, his lips moving invisibly.

'Senior Brother Jiu Han, don't make a move. Wait for the right opportunity.'

In the void, a magical umbrella-shaped artifact dripped with strands of ink, disrupting the flow of energy.

The Ice Soul Sword was summoned, and the Nine Cold Immortal's magical power flowed, ready to strike.

"Junior Brother Yan was right. This Fire Dao Golden Core cultivator is incredibly audacious and has indeed joined forces with the demon race."

……

Yellow sand churned, and the Nine-Bend Immortal, dressed in a brown robe, was surrounded by the turbid river.

The Yellow River's Nine Bends Pearl slowly rotates, its precious light shining brightly, and the Earth Array Pattern spreads, seeping into the spiritual veins.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuqu, don't waste your efforts. With me here, the Wuyang Grand Formation cannot be repaired." Lu Xiaozi had been waiting for a long time, and a rich vitality rippled through him.

After the core of the Wuyang Grand Array was destroyed, ancient vines stretched out, and moss spread along the array patterns.

Various spiritual plants took root and sprouted, like nails, completely securing the great formation.

"Um?

Fang Yi's third-tier demonic pet?

Seeing the yellow sand swirling around, and a gourd of earth-based magic emitting spiritual light, Lu Xiaozi said quietly, "Not bad bloodline, I can't let you ruin my grand plan!"

His forehead was covered with antlers that shimmered with a bluish glow.

Vast, demonic clouds rolled and churned, with hundreds of ancient vines hanging from his fur, and moss climbing up them.

Skull, neck, bones, trunk, limbs
Fluorescent ancient ferns and vigorous ancient vines grow wildly, outlining human-shaped phantoms. Three clay puppets are draped in moss cloaks and surrounded by flowers.

My innate supernatural power: Wooden Puppet Technique!

"boom!"

The three puppets, their energy linked, simultaneously slammed down with both palms.

"Little Seven!" Fang Yi waved his sleeves, holding an ancient cauldron in his hand, from which wisps of medicinal fragrance rose.

The deer-like creature struck casually.

However, the immense power of the wooden puppet was not something that Seven Commandments could easily stop.

Fang Yi held up a verdant spirit banner, on which appeared various spiritual herbs, including azure lingzhi, five-colored lotus, and human-shaped ancient ginseng, with their fragrance wafting through the air.

The spirit banners fluttered, their azure radiance as brilliant as the sun, illuminating all directions. Five-colored lotuses swayed, and the azure-green fungus shimmered with a vibrant spiritual light, while azure spiritual rain fell.

The secret technique of medicine: Wulian nourishing qi!
The secret art of medicine: Xuanzhi ascends to the gods!
The secret art of medicine: like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain!
With the blessing, Qi Jie's energy surged and his demonic power became overwhelming.

He activated the Earth Treasure Gourd with all his might, and a thick stone wall covered with demonic runes spread and thickened continuously, its Daoist aura flowing as immovable as a mountain.

"boom!"

The wooden puppet's six heavy palms slammed down, causing the stone wall to shake, spiderweb-like cracks to extend continuously, and stone chips to fall off incessantly.

"Oh!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" In the end, the stone wall completely collapsed, but it still managed to stop the wooden puppet.

"A third-tier spiritual healer? Not bad."

Lu Xiaozi glanced over and smiled meaningfully.

After he used three wooden puppets to block Qi Jie and Fang Yi, he seemed to be restrained by the Nine-Bend Master and was unable to make another move.

Surrounded by the Yin energy of the White Bone Demon God, Wen Rui arrived late, clad in a ghostly robe and wearing a white bone crown.

Gazing at the golden-armored lion rampaging through the Jade Water Pavilion, his eyes gleamed, and he swallowed hard.

"His bones and flesh are perfectly proportioned, as if sculpted by heaven and earth, a masterpiece of nature. This Golden Armored Lion King truly deserves to be a demonic Golden Core cultivator!"
"Slay the demon and take its bones!"

His eyes gleamed with greed. He patted his storage bag, and a dark bone blade, emitting a cold light, was summoned and slashed at the golden-armored lion's head.

"Finally, we've stopped them all!" Hu Lei Zhenren exclaimed as he saw that all the demon kings had been stopped one by one.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and glanced across the battlefield.

Feel the collapsed city walls, the crumbling formations, and the fallen Foundation Establishment cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"All of Xiao Lie's Foundation Establishment disciples have perished?"

Master Hu Lei raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not suspect anything. The Wuyang Ancient Formation was broken, and seven Foundation Establishment cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain had perished.

The battlefield is dangerous. If he had arrived even half a step later, Sheng Bo'an, the successor of his lineage, would have also perished at Luo Yu's hands.

"Hmm? How come so few rogue cultivators have perished?"
"When did a rogue cultivator acquire such profound knowledge?" Master Hu Lei asked, a look of doubt on his face.

As he swept his divine sense across the area, the demonic tide surged. Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the rogue cultivators had no time to hide their trump cards.

Five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators and nearly a hundred Qi Refining cultivators successively raised the Soul Banner.

Banners of ten souls, one hundred souls, and one thousand souls swayed in the breeze, surrounded by a dark aura and a bright, ghostly light. Ghostly figures were everywhere, and the atmosphere was fierce and menacing.

Seemingly due to the shared origin of the prohibitions, the energy of over a hundred soul banners was connected, subtly evolving into a third-tier ghost realm, which blocked a near-third-tier fire-tailed tiger.

Afterwards, seeing the power of the Soul Banner, the other rogue cultivators all took action, each using their own methods.

Dozens of cultivators joined forces and unleashed a series of white bone swords shrouded in resentment.

Although it cannot evolve into a magical domain like the Yin Soul Banner, the White Bone Sword emits a cold light and works in tandem with the other, thus securing a place to live and survive amidst the surging demon tide.

The twenty Yin Blood Cauldrons were activated by the cultivators, causing blood energy to surge and transform into a great tide.

As the pure blood energy surged in, the cultivators who activated the Yin Blood Cauldron experienced rapid healing of their injuries.

"Waaah! Waaah!" Accompanied by a mournful sound, the human skin lantern rose, its eerie light twinkling like stars, chilling the soul.

Under the threat of demonic beasts, the cultivators who activated the human skin lanterns gradually gathered and began to evolve their Dharma Domains with great unfamiliarity.

"This is weird!"

The demonic path has spread so quickly?!

Hu Lei Zhenren murmured to himself. He had been cultivating in the ancient city of Dadu for over two hundred years.

Having weathered many storms, this is the first time I've seen so many demonic artifacts.

'Could it be the White Bone Sect?'

His divine sense swept over Wen Rui, who was chuckling and laughing maniacally, his face contorted, and he was licking his lips in a perverted manner as he entangled the golden-armored lion.

"Hmm, that's not impossible."

"The practice of wandering cultivators has long been hampered by the lack of a proper lineage."

Seeing the surrounding yin energy, the constant wailing of ghosts, and the eerie light emanating from the white bones, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

He looked at the many cultivators wielding the White Bone Sword, the Yin Blood Cauldron, and the Thousand Soul Banner, and felt like an old farmer planting seeds, his heart filled with the joy of waiting for a bountiful harvest.

After this beast tide, the materials for demonic artifacts became readily available, and the refining process was simple. As long as friends, relatives, and human/demon cultivators were continuously added to the artifacts, their power would continue to increase.

Each of these demonic artifacts serves as the resources for Chi Yin to refine her natal magic weapon.

Fang Yi glanced at the Nine-Bend Immortal and the Deer Demon.

The six-pointed plum blossoms in his eyes flickered, and the power of the Corpse God's consciousness surged forth from the Three Lives Stone in his soul.

Seventh level of Core Formation
With the help of the Three Lives Stone, Fang Yi's spiritual cultivation entered the late stage of Core Formation without anyone knowing.

'As expected, both old geezers held back.'

His divine sense flowed across the battlefield, eventually landing on Yan Youtai, who was fighting Chen Xuan, Chen Erxiang, and the demon Luo Yu all by himself.

Even with Yan Youtai's wealth and resources, he was caught in a protracted struggle against three opponents.

"There's no time to lose. I won't interfere with what these two old monsters are plotting."

After advancing to the Crimson Yin realm, we'll discuss other matters.

"Xiao Qi!"

With a slight thought, Fang Yi felt the Seven Rings' silver fur flutter, and the Earth elemental energy transformed into an ancient jade armor.

"Crash!"

Yellow sand swirled as three large earthen handprints slammed down on the wooden puppet.

Seeing Qi Jie entangled with the wooden puppet, Fang Yi transformed into a streak of light and vanished. A phantom of a blue lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

When they reappeared, they were not far from Yan Youtai.

"Senior Brother Yan, I'm here to lend you a hand!"

"boom!"

Fang Yi waved the Azure Lotus Treasure Flag in his hand, and the faint vitality of grass and trees gathered, a pillar of azure light shot into the sky, and the spiritual light of the Jia wood flowed, transforming into a blue and white Tai Chi diagram that kept rotating.

Yan Youtai understood that the several Core Formation cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain and Fang Yi had already discussed and made many preparations in Ziguang Garden.

He had anticipated this situation long ago.

His face was fierce, and with each breath, he unleashed eight hundred spells, causing the gray star map to swirl.

Divination Secrets: Mixing Black and White.

"Buzz!"

The eight trigrams on the Heavenly Secret Eight Trigrams Plate circulate, and an inexplicable energy transforms into invisible ripples that rapidly spread outwards.

In just a few breaths, it spread across the entire battlefield between humans and demons.

A sense of weariness silently arose in Chen Erxiang's soul, but he did not notice anything unusual as his magical power surged.

Yan Youtai's face was arrogant. "Biyanzi, you have your clansmen to help you, and I also have my fellow disciples to help me."

We, the cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain, are united in heart and will send you on your way today!

"Junior Brother Fang, make your move quickly!"

"Heh, just relying on a Foundation Establishment cultivator?" Chen Erxiang felt a little relieved when he saw Qi Jie being stopped by the wooden puppet.

Immediately, old and new grudges surged into his heart. "Yan Youtai, have you lost your mind?"

It's one thing for Fang Yi to fight with a junior cultivator who only has the ability to wield superstition, but he also dares to overestimate himself and interfere in our conflict!

Fang Yi smiled, his vast magical power flowing through his eight extraordinary meridians.

The ancient, azure lotus-colored banner fluttered, its verdant runes evolving, and its verdant vitality descended, transforming into countless refining seeds that fell to the ground.

"Hey!"

The outer shell cracks, revealing a shimmering green light, as the lotus seed takes root, sprouts, and buds.

He tapped his fingertip again, and the power of the withering and flourishing magic surged in his meridians, unleashing a series of hand seals.

The Way of Medicine: Green Wind Generates Spiritual Light

Wood Road: Xiaoyimu Divine Light
"Crash!"

A gentle breeze blows, a light rain falls, lotus leaves unfurl, flower buds bloom, and the fragrance of lotus fills the air.

With the blessing of the Azure Lotus Dharma Domain, Yan Youtai felt the surging vitality nourishing his Dharma body, as the azure wind blew.

The mana in his dantian was constantly being depleted, then paused slightly before beginning to recover.

Fang Yiyan smiled warmly.

"The lotus leaves stretch to the sky, an endless expanse of green; the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, are a vibrant red. Fellow Daoist Biyanzi, what do you think of my Azure Lotus Domain?"
"Am I qualified to intervene in your dispute with Senior Brother Yan?"

Looking at the handsome Fang Yi and the recovering Yan Youtai, Bi Yanzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

After he condensed his golden elixir, he was full of vigor and had a bright future ahead of him.

Even those at the same Golden Core level were beaten like drowning dogs by him. The only two times he suffered losses were against these two Xuan Yang Mountain cultivators.

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, spouting wild words."

Fang Yi, I will send you on your way today!

"Clang!" A cold glint appeared as the Ice Soul Sword cleaved out of the void, exuding a chilling aura.

Whom are you sending on their journey?

Nine Cold Immortal took a step forward, his five fingers tightly gripping the Ice Soul Sword, and with lightning speed, he slashed at Bi Yanzi's head.

With his mid-stage Core Formation technique, he attempted to assassinate an early-stage Core Formation cultivator. How could Bi Yanzi possibly resist his long-awaited, deadly sword strike?
"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, Chen Erxiang's aura vanished instantly, and a figure was cleaved in two.

"It's done!" Master Jiuhan was overjoyed. It was worth it for him to bully the weak with his mid-stage Core Formation cultivation, and to ambush this cultivator who had just formed his Core.

"wrong!"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, instantly realizing what was happening. The life force of the Yi Wood gathered and transformed into a giant hand, slamming down towards a corner of the Dharma Domain.

Master Jiuhan also noticed that the feeling transmitted by the Azure Wave Sword was not right.

The Ice Soul Sword struck down once more!

"Zheng!"

"boom!"

Runes flowed across a seven-story bronze pagoda, creating ripples that spread outwards.

Chen Erxiang's face was deathly pale, and he held a cracked golden talisman in his hand.

He felt a pang of sympathy, but his eyes burned with rage.

Just a little!
He was just a hair's breadth away from death!

If he hadn't condensed his golden core and gained Chen Yuhua's favor, who bestowed upon him a mysterious substitute death talisman, he would have had no chance of survival under the sneak attack of True Immortal Jiuhan.

Fang Yi's eyes were sinister. With a grab of his five fingers, dozens of vines transformed into a net, encircling Chen Erxiang.

Yan Youtai's expression darkened slightly, but he did not hesitate at all, and the Nine-Wood Azure Dragon Staff crashed down in an instant.

"You can escape for a while, but can you escape forever?" His eyes were cold, and he pushed the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Compass to its limit.

With a flash of silver light, Yan Youtai instantly discovered three flaws in Bi Yanzi's magical power.

"Senior Brother Jiuhan!" he transmitted his thoughts telepathically.

"Clang!" The Ice Soul Sword hummed softly, condensing frost and snow, its cold light slashing down.

"Not good!" Chen Xuan's face turned ugly. He changed his finger techniques and spat out a mouthful of blood essence into the Myriad Beasts Furnace to block the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff.

"Erxiang, hurry up! As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!"

Chen Erxiang's expression was solemn. He threw out several talismans, causing a stone wall to rise, a wooden shield to float, and a golden net to entangle, slightly hindering the Ice Soul Magic Sword.

Yan Youtai's face was grim. "I've been waiting for your backup plan!"

"Death to me!"

Runes flowed across the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff, and a short sword emerged from its center, locking onto Bi Yanzi's soul before falling like a comet.

"Damn it!" Chen Erxiang's hair stood on end. He wanted to activate his trump card, but his soul felt weary.

His magical energy was slow to circulate, a beat too late. "Oh no! When did this happen?!"

Chen Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, but his path was blocked by the dark cloud map.

“Jie Jie Jie!

"Beast Demon, you owe me a huge favor!" A sinister, corpse-like aura surged, and a withered, scale-covered hand, surrounded by eerie, dark flames, lashed out from the void.

"boom!"

"who!"

"Who has made this move!"

(End of this chapter)