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

Chapter 687 Pine Pattern Penetrating to the Bone, Datura Falls
"Boom!" The demonic puppet slammed into Fang Yi's body with a punch, sending wood chips of varying sizes flying everywhere.

Amidst the swirling blue mist, Fang Yi appeared ten feet away.

"A puppet formation consisting of one general and six soldiers shows that the Green Wood Palace values ​​your senior brother Fang."

It's about seeing how much influence he has and how much benefit he can take.

The bronze ring bounced in Xu Qingshe's hair bun, occasionally tapping her head with a thud.

Old Master Chen was still resentful, thinking that the successors of his family's Taoist lineage were kind-hearted and easily gave up such a great opportunity.

'Young Master Xu, in the Five Elements theory, fire overcomes wood.'

"You can take out the recording talisman; Fang Yi is in trouble this time."

As he watched the wisps of cyan energy flow into the puppet, Xu Qingshe's expression turned solemn, and he did not take out the image-recording talisman.

Although he intended to see Fang Yi make a fool of himself, it was definitely not at such a crucial moment.

A third-tier superior spiritual object is something that not only Core Formation cultivators would covet, but even sect leaders and powerful cultivators who suppress the secrets of others would covet it.

"Senior Brother Fang, this is a big problem."

Xu Qingshe frowned, his face showing concern.

With the support of the spiritual veins within the cave, a mid-grade third-tier puppet and six near-third-tier puppets formed a puppet array.

For cultivators in the early stages of Core Formation, this is already a life-or-death threat.

Even if a Golden Core cultivator has a deep foundation, their initial cultivation level is still inferior to that of a mid-stage cultivator.

"Wow!"

The ancient painting of the Azure Water unfolded, and the azure light extinguished the incoming golden blade.

Fang Yi extended his slender, fair fingers, drawing upon the surging vitality of the withering and flourishing magic power and infusing it into the spiritual seed.

The lush magical power accumulated layer upon layer, transforming into soil. The outer shell shattered, and the spiritual seed took root and sprouted.

Having benefited from the Treasure Pavilion of Fengling Immortal City, he was not lacking in near-third-tier spirit seeds.

"disease!"

A pale blue divine light swept down from the small Yi Wood, spiritual rain fell, and the Daoist rhythms of the four seasons flowed.

The tender white buds sprout and grow into vines that are dozens of feet long and as thick as a bowl, visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yi held the Five Poisons Cauldron in his hands, where water vapor swirled and gray spores and dozens of colorful spiritual seeds fell into the damp cauldron one after another.

The rust-colored vines, gleaming with a metallic sheen, bared their fangs and claws like venomous dragons, lashing out to strangle the six puppets.

"tread!"

"Thump! Thump thump!"

Driven by the spirit of the yellow-robed formation, the six-armed demonic puppet remained motionless, while the soldier puppets stepped forward, the six becoming one.

"Boom!" Twelve fists, glowing with a dark spiritual light, slammed out, their force exploding.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The iron wire vine was repelled, its tendrils broke, and specks of spiritual light fell from Fang Yi's hand.

The broken ancient vines grow, the broken wounds heal, and the lingering shadows of the iron wire vines entwine once more.

"Near-third-order Iron Wire Vine?"
With the blessing of Senior Brother Fang, this spiritual plant is no less powerful than a third-tier spell, and it can absorb the earth's energy from spiritual veins, thus saving a great deal of mana.
Master Mu Dao was skilled at recovering his energy, and Senior Brother Fang not only had a temperament like an old crow that had been around for many years...
"Ahem!" Xu Qingshe coughed dryly, swallowing the next word, and changed his words.

"Like an old Xuanwu, it is calm and steady, and its energy is long and continuous."

"The mana I used to activate the Iron Wire Vine has been replenished by my senior brother, about 50-60% of it. This battle will be tough."

Seeing the Iron Wire Vine wielding and binding the six near-third-tier puppets, Xu Qingshe gained the upper hand.

Instead, he frowned and looked at the burly, profound six-armed demonic puppet.

"wrong!
This spiritual plant was blessed by Senior Brother Fang's Golden Core cultivation power, but its origin was ultimately limited, and it was not a third-tier spiritual plant.

Against the puppets forming the puppet formation, it was impossible to kill them with a single blow, and it temporarily gained the upper hand, but the puppet formation continued to adapt.

"Seven or eight out of ten times, this iron-wire vine is no match for it."

'What do you mean seven or eight out of ten? They're clearly no match for the puppet formation.'

'Old Chen' curled his lip in disdain, and the bronze ring struck Xu Qingshe's forehead hard again, leaving a red mark.

'Young Xu, you shouldn't have stopped me just now. With my divine soul power, combined with the [Heaven and Earth Furnace Technique]...'

Furthermore, given the principle of the five elements' mutual restraint and the concept of fire burning wood, they are bound to have the strength to fight.
Xu Xiaozhi gifted the original [Green Wood Edict] to Fang Yi, but there is much to be done in finding another edict later.

When the Zhou family of Junluo Mountain sought you out to refine spiritual medicine last time, Zhou Qian, a junior who cultivated the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, had a green wooden edict hanging from his waist.

With your status as a third-tier alchemist and a Core Formation True Person.

"Mr. Chen!"

Under the cover of clouds and mist, Xu Qingshe, unusually, showed a hint of annoyance in front of his mentor.

"My mind is made up, and there's no way I'll go back on my word and compete with Senior Brother Fang again. Let's not bring this up again, lest it ruin our friendship!"

Old Chen sighed inwardly; how could he not know Xu Qingshe's nature?

Despite repeated persuasion, he was ultimately unwilling to give up such a great opportunity.

He muttered to himself, muttering to himself.

The six-armed demonic puppet hasn't even made a move yet.
Fang Yi, you'd better live up to expectations.

Let me see just how many trump cards you, you old turtle of longevity, have accumulated.

The spirit array took out three spiritual items. If it had only taken one, it would have been a huge loss, and it would have been unfair to young Xu for his repeated humility.

"With the puppet array's enhancement, the six units are now one, making these six puppet soldiers somewhat troublesome."

The six puppet soldiers, working in pairs with perfect coordination, were gradually gaining the upper hand with their golden spears flying and ancient swords slicing through the air.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, his heart heavy. The puppets enhanced by the puppet array were enough to hunt down a Core Formation cultivator.

With a breath, his brow relaxed. "We can't let the six puppet soldiers remain connected as one."

He focused his energy in his dantian, gathered the power of his soul in his mouth, and then roared to the sky.

"Roar!!"

The sonic boom exploded like muffled thunder, stirring up the spiritual energy from all directions.

The elegant crane puppet with blue feathers and white plumage flapped its wings, and the auspicious purple aura grew ever deeper, accompanied by the melodious cry of the crane.

Divine Soul Technique: Startling the Spirit
Puppet Dao Secret Technique: Soul-Soothing Chant

The voice from his mouth grew louder and louder, and the power of his soul spread out as ripples, blending seamlessly with the melodious cry of the crane.

Puppet Dao Overlay Secret Technique: God-Slaying Blade!

Within the crane puppet surrounded by purple aura, a malevolent aura silently flashed by, devouring Fang Yi's divine soul power and transforming it into six hazy gray flying knives that slashed down.

"Oh!"

The six puppet warriors, which had formed a unified whole, were shattered by the God-Slaying Blade and scattered in all directions, no longer perfectly round and unified.

"An opportunity!" Xu Qing's snake eyes gleamed with delight.

Fang Yi slapped his sleeve, and the three lotus spirit seeds in the Five Poisons Cauldron surged with vitality, their origins burning, transforming into a Grade Three Treasure Lotus.

The pink lotus petals fell off, turning into leaf blades that cleaved off.

Mudō Jutsu: Lotus Blade
A pine seed sprouted in his hand. Fang Yi brushed his five fingers across it, and slender pine needles shot out like raindrops hitting banana leaves, turning into streaks of green afterimages.

Woodcraft Technique: Pine-Patterned Bone-Piercing Needle!

The yellow-robed puppet showed no joy or sorrow, and with a flick of its index finger, six beams of spiritual light were knocked down.

The two soldier puppets simultaneously raised their heavy triple tower shields, bowed slightly, and two long spears shot out from their backs.

A brown aura shot into the sky, manifesting illusory mountain shadows, layer upon layer, cascading down inverted.

"Ding! Ding!" "Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The pine needle, which pierced through the bone, arrived first, striking down a continuous stream of pine needles, while the pink lotus-blade knife paused halfway through the night.

The illusory image of the mountains rippled with waves.

Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind, blue light emanated from beneath his feet, and his figure flickered incessantly.

In a daze, he dodged two chilling spears that shot towards him.

With a flick of his fingers, a datura flower radiating a bewitching purple light bloomed in his palm.

"Mandala Finger!"

The datura withered in an instant, its dead branches falling from the altar, the bewitching purple light transforming into jade fingers that crushed it down.

"Oh!"

The illusory mountain shadows, covered with pine-like patterns and bone-piercing needles, are collapsing, with rocks crumbling and the earth splitting, and brown spiritual light overflowing. The illusory mountain shadows collapse layer by layer.

"boom!"

The mountain phantom collapsed completely, the tower escape was reduced to its original form, and brown spiritual light swelled like a tide.

The pink lotus-blade knife and the dark blue pine-patterned bone-piercing needle also transformed into specks of blue light, like starlight, constantly shining on the altar.

The starlight continued to dim, and the magic power dissipated.

Fang Yi's ten fingers formed a series of hand seals, and a blue lotus domain unfolded beneath his feet, with lotus leaves reaching the sky and covering the entire platform in an instant.

"Little recovery method!"

With a grasp of his five fingers, his divine senses spun like silkworms spinning silk, weaving a net within the Dharma Realm, transforming it into countless vortexes.

As the blue lotus swayed, the dissipated magical power was continuously absorbed and condensed into a form.

Magic orbs of varying sizes floated around him.

On the golden elixir in the dantian, three azure-gold runes are connected, transforming into a rotating Dharma wheel.

He waved the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand, and spring brought forth life, summer brought growth, strange flowers bloomed, ancient ferns flourished, and many other wondrous phenomena appeared. "Snap!"

The power of withering and flourishing merged into the pearl, transforming into spiritual light that nourished the iron wire vine. The ancient vine continued to grow stronger, eventually becoming as thick as an arm, and once again coiled around the puppet.

"Xu boy, you should learn from him. When it comes to controlling magical power, you are far inferior to Fang Yi."
For an ordinary Wood Dao Golden Core cultivator to be able to recall 30% of their depleted magical power is already a remarkable feat.

Fang Yi drew upon five layers of dissipated magical power!

Although Elder Chen was dissatisfied with Fang Yi taking away Xu Qingshe's opportunity, he couldn't help but admire him.

Fang Yi's ability to stand out from the crowd of cultivators and condense a golden core demonstrates his exceptional talent.

Wood-based cultivators are naturally adept at circulating their Qi, and their Qi channels are also long and deep.

With the help of the spiritual plant's essence and the method of restoring origin, Fang Yi was able to mobilize even more magical power than when he was at his peak.

The bronze ring's spiritual light faded, and it was once again slipped onto Xu Qingshe's index finger.

"Further progress may lead to the understanding of the true meaning of the Dharma, a realm that can only be reached after the soul of a Nascent Soul True Monarch has undergone a transformation."

If Fang Yi did not rely on the Dharma Domain or spiritual plants to cleverly absorb magical power, he would be worthy of respect.

It's not a loss for Xu to hand over the opportunity of the cave dwelling so easily.

Unfortunately, it was ultimately a shortcut, and whether it can continue indefinitely remains to be seen.

"The Dharma has true meaning, and it is endlessly regenerating?" Xu Qingshe didn't care about the words "taking shortcuts".

He had seen quite a few Core Formation cultivators, but none of them, including himself, possessed such control at the early stage of Core Formation.

Even if we include the three mid-stage Core Formation True Persons from Dadu Ancient City—Yuzhu, Hulei, and Jiuqu—their strength lies in their profound magical power and deep foundation, allowing them to overwhelm others with sheer force.

Rather than the exquisite skill of carving words on rice or creating paintings with a hair.

He pondered what 'Old Chen' had said, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, and golden flames flickering within them.

The [Heaven and Earth Furnace Technique] is a series of secret techniques and supernatural abilities that consume a great deal of magical power. If Fang Yi could manipulate magical power and replenish his energy, he could achieve this.
The ability to recover energy during combat can be increased by 20%.
Ancient vines broke apart, grew, and withered until their life force was exhausted.
Under the method of returning to the origin and Fang Yi's exquisite manipulation, life is endless, and magical power is constantly being drawn back.

The grade of the continuously sprouting and growing iron wire vine, aided by the remaining essence from before, continues to rise, and its power increases in an endless stream.

Even with what 'Old Chen' said, Xu Qingshe's eyes were still filled with astonishment.

"Brother Fang is indeed very good at hiding his true intentions."

"In the battle of Dadu Ancient City, we did not see such a sophisticated method of restoring vitality."

His mind raced, and he began to consider this method of restoring vitality.

'Based on my relationship with Senior Brother Fang'

Both being Golden Core cultivators, Xu Qingshe considered himself to have a first-rate spiritual foundation, possessing the potential to learn the method of returning to one's original state.

The only difference is Fang Yi's meticulous ability to manipulate magical power.

The yellow-robed spirit looked on with admiration, but showed no mercy, and commanded the remaining four puppet soldiers.

Two gray soldiers shot out golden dragon-binding locks from their five fingers.

Two vermilion puppets gripped golden halberds, their cold light surging three inches, and slashed down with lightning speed.

The dragon-binding chains, like long ropes, entangled and cleaved, while the golden spears fell.

"Keng!"

The Dragon Binding Lock tightened and strangled, twisting the iron wire vines with deep, uneven cracks, and then slashing down with golden blades.

With a wave of his sleeves, Fang Yi caused the magical orbs that had been floating in all directions to merge into the iron wire vines.

"Buzz!"

Golden threads appeared on the vine's body, and the iron wire vine's energy surged, forcibly advancing to the third stage.

"clang!"

As the golden spear clashed with the iron wire vine, cracks the size of a thumb appeared continuously on the vine, which was wrapped in golden threads.

With abundant vitality and the blessing of magic, the thumb-thick crack closed up in an instant, leaving no trace.

"Boom!"

The iron wire vines tightened continuously, causing cracks to appear on the puppets that powered the tower shield.

"color!"

The yellow-robed spirit exclaimed in admiration, and the [Golden Oath Treasure Book] unfurled, revealing a line of brand-new ink marks.

Fang Yi

[Battle of Wits: Lower Armor]

The character “下” is like ink being poured into water, slowly spreading and then settling again.

His skill in combat had risen from below the first rank to the middle rank, and a line of ink-stained approval document appeared.

[Writing with rice flour, painting with a brush, revealing both technique and true meaning]

After praising it, the gleam in the eyes of the yellow-robed array spirit faded, and its index finger changed unpredictably, turning into afterimages, with dozens of spiritual threads pulsating incessantly.

"Fang Yi, watch out!"

After giving a warning, the yellow-robed spirit no longer held back.

"Boom! Boom!"

The demonic puppet's robust figure took a step forward, its stride powerful and imposing, as gray mist spread outwards.

Under the encroaching gray mist, the Iron Wire Vine, which had already reached the third stage, withered rapidly, turning into a dry, old vine that fell onto the altar.

"kill!"

The demonic puppet roared, its six arms flailing, its ancient hammer crashing down, its longsword spitting out sword light, and its bronze halberd transforming into a cold gleam.
"Tear it!"

The Azure Lotus Domain was torn apart in an instant, and six puppet soldiers rushed forward, surrounding and attacking Fang Yi.

"They're getting serious."

Fang Yi chuckled and poured out the spiritual seed that had been nurtured for a long time in the Five Poison Cauldron.

"Wow!"

Ancient trees stretched out, and the earth's energy was drawn from the altar, causing the three-foot-tall spiritual trees to grow continuously.

In less than ten breaths, the blood locust tree's branches and trunk became gnarled and twisted, forming a canopy, its verdant leaves resembling sharp blades.

The ancient pine needles gleam with a dark blue-green light, ready to transform into piercing needles at any moment.

Moss forms a carpet, slender iron wire vines lurk like venomous snakes, and occasionally there are datura flowers, shimmering with a bewitching purple light.

Fang Yi's figure was blurred, his energy connected with the ancient trees and spirit vines, completely merging into the deep ancient forest.

The runes in the eyes of the yellow-robed array spirit flowed, but it did not detect Fang Yi's aura.

Or perhaps it is in the ancient forest, where the aura of Fang Yi is everywhere.

At this point in the orthodox assessment, he took his first step, and surging spiritual power cascaded down like a waterfall.

"boom!"

The demonic puppet roared, its energy merging with that of the six puppet soldiers.

A dark blue banner materialized, and seven puppets combined, sweeping down like a vast army.

In the shadows of the ancient forest, Fang Yi's aura was inexplicable and unpredictable.

His five fingers shone with spiritual light, and in the ancient forest, many spiritual plants echoed each other.

Mudo Jutsu: Sophora Blade!

Woodcraft Technique: Pine-Patterned Bone-Piercing Needle!

Woodcraft Secret Technique: Mandala Finger!
The pine needles fell from the tree, their tips gleaming coldly, like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.
The branches and leaves of the blood locust tree are like blades, shooting out one after another.
The mandala glowed with a bewitching purple light, and a series of distinct finger shadows rolled down.
The iron-wire vines, like venomous dragons, strangled and attacked the six puppet soldiers.
Six cold gold halberds appeared in the demon puppet's hand, followed closely by six weapon puppets, each with its own halberd.

"Zheng!"

Seven golden beams slashed down, shattering the bone-piercing needle, breaking the locust-blade knife, and splitting the Mandala finger in two.
The golden light continued its relentless advance, and the demonic puppet's six massive arms swung, its golden blades falling like a storm.

Shield walls appeared one after another, ancient vines wove a net, and the ancient map of the blue water was dazzling with spiritual light, with strands of spiritual light hanging down.

But it's useless!

The demonic puppet moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, its aura soaring, like a storm sweeping across the land.

In less than ten breaths!

The ancient forest that Fang Yi had meticulously arranged and carefully cultivated was reduced to ruins, with only a few remaining spirit trees struggling to survive under the protection of the Azure Water Ancient Map.

"What a pity," Old Chen sighed softly, withdrawing his divine sense.

"One force can overcome ten techniques. No matter how exquisite one's magical manipulation is, it's already quite remarkable that Fang Yi has been able to hold on this long under the crushing force of the puppet array."

Xu Qingshe also sighed softly. "Now that things have come to this, there's nothing we can do."

The yellow-robed spirit nodded slightly, its five fingers dancing, and seven golden spears merged into one, slashing down towards the last ancient tree.

"Tear it!"

The ancient map of Bishui was shattered.

A soft laugh rang out on the altar, and Fang Yi waved his sleeves, creating invisible ripples.

"They've finally fallen into the trap!"

"This is!" Xu Qingshe's eyes widened as he saw layers of faint light emanating from the leaning ancient tree, the withered old vine, and many other spiritual woods.

"spore?"

"When did this happen?"

'Was it designed from the beginning?' The bronze ring's spiritual light shifted unpredictably, and the divine sense that had been concealed surged out several times faster.

(End of this chapter)