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

Chapter 786 The battle is over; the bait has been laid on bones.
"The opportunity that Yan Youtai has been searching for for nearly two hundred years is actually Fang Yi?!"

Shouldn't it be Zhang Hengyi, who has condensed his Golden Core and refined the Way of Wood Life?

Xiao Yan looked terrified. Ignoring everything else, he patted his storage bag, and a brown spiritual light flew out, transforming into a three-foot-long whip the size of a tree root.

"Damn it, why isn't it Zhang Hengyi?!"

"escape!
Escape immediately!
"If you don't leave, you'll die!"

He gripped the evil wood marrow-twisting whip tightly with his five fingers, letting the barbed wooden spikes on the whip pierce into his flesh and blood, sucking away his essence and blood.

Between breaths.

A scarlet aura emanated from the brown wooden whip, and the three protective barriers shattered one after another.

The Evil Wood Marrow-Twisting Whip surged with power, hurtling towards the array that blocked all directions and was surrounded by gilded spiritual light.

"Open it for me!"

"disease!"

Changsun Jie's eyes were cold, and the withering and flourishing Dharma seal flowed in his dantian, while the bag of calamities and blessings shone brightly.

The precious light split into two: one part transformed into wispy purple energy to enhance the array, and the other part transformed into a hazy, unlucky force that interfered with the evil wood marrow-binding whip.

"Buzz!"

"Oh!"

The gilded light screen trembled slightly, and several runes shattered, but quickly recovered under the blessing of purple energy.

Fang Yi had already withdrawn most of his divine sense, and Changsun Jie's movements were stiff as he mechanically spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Yan, this path is blocked!"

Yan Youtai's gaze was deep as he watched Fang Yi's body undergo changes of withering and flourishing, his aura profound and imposing.

He suddenly realized, and murmured:
"I see!
So that's how it is!

"All my schemes were for naught; it turns out you were the one trying to kill me!"

"Did you lure me here thinking you had me cornered?"

Yan Youtai gazed greedily at Fang Yi, inhaling deeply the spiritual energy and sensing the Daoist rhythm of decay and prosperity. His expression was one of fascination.

"Junior Brother Fang, you are performing the same ritual as the Great Master, with no distinction of rank. What makes you so confident?"
"If I kill you and extract your life essence, I can immediately replenish my foundation, and the path to becoming a Great True Person will be right before my eyes!"

"The Three Changes of the Mysterious Star: Return to Origin!"

His face was fierce, and he pointed with his fingertip.

Since embarking on my cultivation journey, I have painstakingly refined my natal treasure, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate, which now shines with dazzling light.

Over two hundred years of arduous work, refined by numerous spiritual objects, the Six Paths Treasure Restriction collapsed, transforming into runes that merged into the nascent form of the Daoist temple.

"Edict!"

Silver light condensed within the nascent form of the dojo, transforming into chains that shot out like venomous snakes.

"Oh!"

The withered and flourishing dojo was partially shattered; the ancient tree that had once supported the sky was now bare, its illusory branches and leaves falling, and spiderweb-like cracks constantly appearing on its surface.

"die!"

"For the sake of my path, Junior Brother Fang, set off!!"

"disease!"

Fang Yi's expression was solemn. The Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered, and blue and yellow spiritual light surged out.

"Imperial decree!"
Little Wood Divine Light!
"Little rotten divine light!"

"Shh!"

The blue and yellow spiritual light swept down in turn, brushing away the magical power from the silver chains.

"Oh!"

In the blink of an eye, the cycle of decay and vitality turned twenty-four times, and the silver chains shattered completely.

The azure-gold elixir in the dantian and dantian swirls, and three ancient runes emerge, transforming into a verdant Dharma wheel that rotates.

Fang Yi's precious banner swirled with Daoist energy, his robes fluttered in the wind, and he walked with a graceful and unrestrained air through the Daoist temple, each step seemingly creating a lotus flower.

The four seasons cycle: spring brings forth life, summer fosters growth, autumn brings harvest, and winter brings storage.
For every flower that blooms, another will wither; for every tree that withers, another will flourish.

This is the cycle of the four seasons, the cycle of flourishing and decay.

"Buzz!"

The cycle of life, death, decay, and prosperity, with its pure and powerful magic far surpassing that of Tongji, flows through the temple, transforming into a mist that permeates the temple grounds, evolving the changing seasons and the withering and flourishing of plants.

As the spring breeze blows, grass grows tall and birds fly in the Dharma realm, and lotus leaves sprout their pointed tips.

In the sweltering summer, the tender green grass is resilient, and the branches of the fruit trees spread out, forming a graceful canopy.

The autumn wind is chilly, the jujubes sway, the pears grow tall, and the bamboo is laden with fruit.

Winter is harsh, as if a great frost has descended, snow falls and freezes for miles, ancient trees wither and all grasses die.

Looking at the Dharma Domain that could rival the treasure integrated into one's natal body, Yan Youtai's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he spoke with apprehension.

"Junior Brother Fang, what kind of Dharma realm or Daoist temple is this?"

"Life is born in the cycle of the four seasons, and plants wither and flourish."

This Dharma realm and sacred site can be described as flourishing and withering in all four seasons.

Fang Yi's pupils were dark as he gazed at the ever-expanding Heavenly Mystery Domain, continuing to urge his magical power forward.

Having gained the upper hand, he did not let his guard down in the slightest.

The disciples of the major sects are troublesome; they have burned away centuries of accumulated strength, and it remains to be seen what trump cards they will reveal.

Moreover, with the support of Tianji Peak, Yan Youtai has not completely given up on Tian Quezi.

"disease!"

He cast a spell seal, causing the magic domain to tremble, ancient vines to spread, and giant trees to be uprooted.

"The Law of Withering and Flourishing: Wood Chief"

The phantoms of giant trees merged, ancient vines transformed into armor, lotus marks were reflected in their eyes, their bodies were covered in yellow mud, and moss and weeds withered and died, but under the nourishment of life, they flourished and grew again.

"fall!"

The three wooden figures, each over ten feet tall, are robust and powerful, sitting astride horses with their backs bent, gathering strength in their bodies.

"boom!"

One powerful punch after another was thrown out, carrying the force to move mountains and shift peaks, continuously bombarding the Heavenly Mystery Dojo.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The Heavenly Mystery Dojo trembled, and the silver light backfired on the Wood Demon, causing both to be injured simultaneously.

"Crack!"

Fang Yi unleashed his full power, his sleeves fluttering, and whenever Mu Kui was attacked by the backlash, his body would crack.

His power of withering and flourishing fell.

The wood spirit's scales shattered completely, its limbs withered, and then life flowed back, its bones grew, and its muscles became full.

The cycle of flourishing and decay reflects the changing nature of the wood element.

In the blink of an eye, a fully-fledged wooden puppet stepped out.

"Senior Brother Yan, even though we are both in the early stages of our Daoist practice, there is still a difference in our abilities."
You are not as good as me.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Like a drumbeat, the armored wooden giant's millstone-like fist slammed down, dimming the silver light on the Heavenly Mystery Dojo and shattering the Bagua runes continuously.

As the number of broken runes increases, they accumulate little by little.

"puff--"

The runes of Qiankun tore apart, the Daoist aura of Kan and Li dimmed, and a Heavenly Secrets Bagua treasure seal collapsed, with dark cracks piercing through the Heavenly Secrets Daoist field.

"Losing the cultivation level of the Heavenly Mystery Path, which is at the upper level of the third tier, means that one is ultimately just a rudimentary Daoist temple, not a high-grade magic weapon or a Great True Person's suppression."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, disappointment in his eyes, and then pointed with his fingertip.

Yan Youtai was already a prodigy of his time, a first-rate cultivator in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, yet he could not satisfy him.

"boom!"

The power of the withering and flourishing magic flowed into the banner like a rushing river, and the five colors of spiritual light—blue, red, black, yellow, and white—flowed and changed, altering the five elements.

A wisp of celestial power enhances the Dharma domain.

Their magical power, Daoist cultivation, and profound foundation are all inferior to others, and the Heavenly Mystery Daoist Temple is already suppressed by the Withering and Flourishing Daoist Temple.

Now, with the power of the grotto-heaven empowered, the five elements of the withering and flourishing Daoist temple rotate, undergoing changes of withering and flourishing, and seven-colored precious light shines brilliantly, crushing down.

"Oh!"

The dojo collapsed, a fierce wind howled, and the dissipated explosive force easily pierced through the underground rock layers.

"Gulu.Gulu"

In what was once a desolate mountain landscape, a colossal crater emerged, from which orange-red lava gushed forth.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

With his domain broken, Yan Youtai suffered a backlash that left him pale, with a dull ache in his chest and a metallic taste in his mouth.

His eyes held a mixture of envy and resoluteness, his expression shifting constantly.

"The cycle of flourishing and decay, the changing of the four seasons, all embody the way of the wood element. Is this the opportunity to replenish my vitality?"
As expected, my calculations were correct; my path to enlightenment is indeed related to Gu Jiushang.

"Hahaha, Fang Yi, you certainly have a bright future ahead of you. I am no match for you."

"But did you win?"

Yan Youtai looked up to the sky and roared, his silver hair dancing like a god or demon descending to earth.

"The Three Changes of the Mysterious Star: It is called [Sacrifice]"

"Use me as a sacrifice!"

As the starlight shifted, the ancient altar beneath his feet became increasingly clear, the shamanic inscriptions flowing, and the sacrificial sounds of the ancient ancestors echoing.

"Ding!"

A sound like gold and jade shattering could be heard.

However, within the dantian and dantian, the primordial energy was burning, and the perfectly round elixir was continuously shrinking.

Yan Youtai's face was flushed red, his magical power was boiling, and his aura was constantly rising.

Core Formation Level 4!

Fifth level of Core Formation!

Sixth level of Core Formation!

"Die with me!"

He slammed down the Nine Wood Azure Sky Staff in his hand.

Starlight shifted, azure radiance urging forth, tearing apart the realm of law.

The Realm of Withering and Flourishing is ultimately only in its embryonic form; the Five Elements have not yet been perfected, and the Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine, the treasure for suppression, has not yet been refined into it.

"boom!"

Cracks appeared, the domain shattered, and a surging spiritual tide swept across the land.

"not good!"

However, the aftershocks of their fight forced Xiao Yan to unleash his full magical power, sending out dozens of talismans in succession.

The talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, and the green vine wooden shield, the earthen stone wall, and the azure water curtain were layered one after another.

Even so, Xiao Yan was like a small boat, drifting in the aftermath of the battle.

"Yan Youtai is determined to severely injure Fang Yi, and he will definitely succeed!"

His eyes were filled with anticipation, and he murmured incessantly as he gazed at the most intense part of the surging spiritual tide.

A dragon-headed green wooden staff slammed down.

“It must happen!”

"How can it be!"

"die!"

Yan Youtai's face was contorted with rage. Ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his meridians, he unleashed a torrent of magical power, continuously activating the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff.

"Is this the limit?"
It's truly reached its limit; it's time to end it.

Fang Yi showed neither joy nor sorrow. The Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand, its precious light dimmed, swayed once more, and he threw it out with a wave of his hand.

A withered, five-fingered figure, surrounded by corpse energy and with eerie green phosphorescent flames falling, slammed down a blood-red coffin held in its hand.

Crimson light, like blood, spread like dark runes as the precious coffin descended to suppress everything.

"Boom!"

The dull thud of the collision was deafening, as the crimson aura and the blue radiance clashed violently.

"It's you, Fang Yi! You've colluded with the Yin Bone Demon!!"

"wrong!
It's always been you, Fang Yi!

Yan Youtai gave a bitter laugh, realizing that he was like a puppet on a string, having been schemed against to such an extent without even knowing it.

He burned his divine soul, and the magical seals on the Nine-Wood Dragon Staff in his hand shattered.

"I'll accept my fate now, Fang Yi, you'll pay with your life!"

"Oh!"

The Nine-Wood Azure Dragon Staff shone brightly, and with a flick of its shaft, it sent the Blood Spring Coffin flying, instantly splitting it in two.

A tendril transformed into an ancient vine, twisting and binding the crimson yin, its black barbs piercing into the flesh.

The remaining one transformed into a long thorn, emitting a chilling light that was terrifying.

Yan Youtai stepped over the ancient banner, holding a three-foot-long green jade dagger, and struck at Fang Yi's head.

"Die! Die! Die! Die!"

His eyes were resolute as he unleashed the Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Technique, losing his life treasure and becoming entangled in the Yin Bone Corpse.

Barehanded and relying solely on the power of his physical body, he could surely destroy Fang Yi's foundation and sever his path to enlightenment, thus avenging this life-or-death feud.

Fang Yi's eyes slightly closed, and half of his long hair lost its jet-black color, turning pale. The Daoist aura of withering and flourishing flowed around his body, half of his physical body was decaying and flesh was decaying, while the other half radiated a soft jade light.

"It's been a long time since I've used it."

Under Yan Youtai's astonished and desperate gaze, Fang Yi's bones and muscles throbbed, and a surge of scorching blood energy shot into the sky.

"Third stage of Body Dao?!"
How can it be! "

"Senior Brother Yan, you still have a great use to you. You can't just burn everything away like this, dying and disappearing without a trace."

Fang Yi's five fingers glowed with a golden light, and then he slashed down with his palm like a knife.

"cut!"

"clang!"

The three-foot-long jade dagger was knocked away.

"Senior Brother Yan, you've misjudged again. Junior Brother merely used the power of the cultivation technique to forcibly take half a step."

However, he was a pseudo-third-tier body cultivator.

"Pfft!"

A golden light flashed across the sky in a horrifying arc, blood gushed forth, and Yan Youtai's four limbs were severed.

A wisp of spiritual light fell from Fang Yi's fingertip, transforming into a chain that pierced through his dantian.

The various restrictions, including the "Investiture of the Gods," "Locking Qi," and "Suppressing Yuan," circulated, locking away Yan Youtai's dim true elixir.

"However, Senior Brother Yan was not wrong. At most, in three to five years, I will also be able to advance to the third level of body refining."
This will replenish your essence, enhance your cultivation, and broaden your path.

"Is it Sheng Bo'an?"
Hu Lei's immense efforts have finally paid off; the Heavenly Punishment Hall lineage has a worthy successor.

Yan Youtai suddenly realized and murmured to himself.

"Now that I have been defeated, Junior Brother Fang, why don't you make a move? Aren't you afraid that Grandmaster Tianque will come knocking on your door?"

"Senior brother has other important uses for him, so we must not waste his talents."

Fang Yi reached out and summoned the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, saying softly, "Nine Wounds, come and see your old friend!"

A golden light shone forth as Gu Jiushang stepped out, his face resolute, his features contorted, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Senior Brother Yan, do you still remember me?"

"Gu Jiushang!"

"You have already passed away, and I clearly ordered Song Qinghe to investigate."

"waste!"

"What a waste!"

Yan Youtai's face twisted in horror, a faint look of fear appearing in his eyes. At worst, he would die after being defeated by Fang Yi.

His soul contains sect-specific restrictions and the inheritance of Tianji Peak, making it impossible for him to reveal even a trace of them.

But if it were Gu Jiushang's hand
In the past, in order to scheme against Gu Jiushang, he harmed his friend, killed his master, and cut off his path to enlightenment.
"Hahahaha, Yan Youtai has committed countless evils and disregarded the lives of his fellow disciples. You've finally met your match!"

Gu Jiushang's face was contorted in a grimace, a mixture of crying and laughing. He gripped a kitchen knife and activated the [Mysterious Gluttonous Daytime Banquet].

A phantom image of a bull-headed, horse-bodied creature with wolf fangs and sharp claws appeared behind him, its scarlet eyes revealing greed.

"The Xuan Tao Hundred Sacrificial Ritual, begin!"

A hazy, gray aura swirled, and an ancient, rustic altar appeared, with a pot of five flavors being placed down.

"Wow!"

A magical gourd was taken out, and clear spiritual spring water poured down, igniting true fire.

"Gululu!"

Spices, spices, and green leaves fall, filling the air with the aroma of everyday life.

"laugh!"

With a flash of the knife, slices of white meat were cut off, and the pristine white bones fell into the soup.
"After this matter is resolved, Jiu Shang will be able to understand his feelings and enter the third level of the culinary arts."
With no more obstacles in the gate, I can use this to lure the White Bone Sect into a trap and begin to seize control of the situation.”

As Fang Yi's divine senses flowed, a mysterious energy was extracted from the tender Xuan Tian Spirit Vine within the Withered and Flourishing Small Cave Heaven.

"The Method of Withering and Flourishing: Using Objects to Represent Form!"

The mysterious flow of energy stabilized Yan Youtai's soul, while simultaneously concealing the secrets of heaven and preventing any changes in the soul lamps within the Ancestral Hall.

After counting the interest.

Fang Yi glanced longingly in the direction of Little Yin Mountain and sent out a skull transmission talisman.

"Only one final step remains: to lure the White Bone Sect master into the arena."

Xiaoyinshan.

Surrounded by a hazy, corpse-like aura, Qing Sui, thin and emaciated, wrapped in a robe of ghostly magic, suddenly changed his expression.

"Only three thousand miles away?!"

Sensing the vibration of the skull at his waist, he didn't hesitate for a moment, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing at top speed.

A blue light gathered beneath Fang Yi's feet, transforming into a rainbow bridge, which he then slowly stepped onto and walked down.

"Pfft!"

Xiao Yan bent his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and pleaded humbly for mercy:
"This disciple is willing to acknowledge Master Fang as my master, and I will place a magical restriction on my soul. I beg you, Master Fang, to spare my life."

"Noisy."

Looking at Xiao Yan, who was terrified, Fang Yi flicked a ray of spiritual light from his fingertip.

"laugh!"

Xiao Yan's soul trembled, the killing intent hidden in his eyes dissipated, a dazed look flowed, and his limbs became weak with magical power, falling into an illusion.

The spiritual cultivation of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator is far beyond the reach of an early-stage Core Formation cultivator with an unstable foundation.

Fang Yi bent down and took out a jade talisman from Xiao Yan's bosom, looking thoughtful.

"A mid-grade, third-tier Divine Piercing Talisman, you think you can harm my soul?"

Reaching out, he plucked the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch. Its withered and flourishing power flowed, transforming into true fire that burned the divine consciousness and magical power imprint within the treasure.

"Pong!"

With the aid of divine sense, the true fire swept away the divine sense and magical power imprint with overwhelming force.

Feeling the vibrant life force naturally gather as the branches sway, Fang Yi exclaimed:

"Even Tian Quezi has done his utmost in benevolence and righteousness."

The essence of the [Wood Life] treasure, which is perfected by the Six Paths of Restriction and is only a hair's breadth away from being refined, is extremely high.

If Xiao Yan did not focus on external things, but instead used his essence, blood, and elixir to refine a magic weapon, the power of that weapon would be sufficient to protect himself.

Once he reaches the mid-stage of Core Formation, he will also have the potential to become a sect leader or a true master.

"Even if one is obsessed with external things, once the Bodhi Branch of Azure Blood evolves into the Sevenfold Treasure Restriction, it can evolve into a life-giving Daoist temple."

This feedback will also allow Yan Youtai to strengthen his foundation and advance further, potentially even reaching the position of a Great Perfectionist.

"Now it's all my fault."

Fang Yi's thoughts raced as he recalled the information about Tian Quezi that he had gathered from the sect's records and conversations with real people.

"The capable rise, the weak fall."

"Tsk, just to be on the safe side, let's go through with the proper channels. There are gains and losses involved."

"disease!"

Within the soul, the black and white light of the Three Lives Stone shone brightly, and the illusory image of the corpse with silver hair and a gloomy aura transformed into the mysterious light and merged into the soul.

His spiritual cultivation at the fourth level of Core Formation broke through in an instant, reaching the fifth, sixth, and seventh levels of Core Formation.
"The cycle of prosperity and decline reversed!"

Fang Yi formed the withering and flourishing mudra with his hands, and the blue and yellow magical powers were clearly separated, each being poured into the blood-red Bodhi branch.

Deep within the Six Paths Treasure Restriction, an extremely pure death aura emerged, transforming into a large ailanthus wood imprint.

Within the verdant wood of the Blood Bodhi branch, a faint yellow spiritual light tinged the withered Daoist essence, slowly gathering together.

"It's done."

The Azure Bodhi Branch in his hand swayed, sensing the barely perceptible yet ever-expanding Daoist aura deep within the treasure's forbidden depths, a aura of decay that was constantly absorbing and releasing its origin.

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"Only top-tier Grandmasters can detect this; there are no Grandmasters within the White Bone Sect."
Even if it were possible, Qing Sui, being selfish and self-serving, would never entrust a near-top-grade magic weapon to a Grand Master for inspection.

With a wave of his sleeve, a gale howled, and from within the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, Crimson Yin's arm scales rose, surrounded by phosphorescent flames, and he slammed down.

"Roar!"

With a mournful roar, the gray tiger was severely injured, barely breathing, and its face showed terror.

He was immediately dragged into the Withered and Flourishing Small Cave by the Red Yin.

A wisp of azure light appeared at Fang Yi's fingertip, transforming into wisps of spiritual light that permeated the Heavenly Law Bright Sky Tower.

A small, silver-white beast descended, summoning the Earth Treasure Gourd, from which brown spiritual sand surged forth, eroding the array patterns.

Less than half an hour later.

"Oh!"

With a cracking sound, the gilded array shattered, and Fang Yi waved his hand to summon the broken Heavenly Law Bright Cloud Tower into his grasp.

"Two of the six treasure restrictions shattered, leaving four treasure restrictions. One of them is incomplete, and only three are intact."

Yan Youtai went to great lengths to ambush and kill me.”

He weighed the white jade ancient building in his hand, then swept his gaze across the battlefield where life had completely withered, filled with the yin energy of corpses and demons, and where the white bone demon god was shattered.

"disease!"

"Puppet Path: Blood Puppet Technique!"

Three thousand strands of black hair condensed in Fang Yi's hand, then transformed into threads that fell into Xiao Yan's soul, physical body, and elixir.

"laugh!"

As the blood mist surged around him, Xiao Yanzhen's core began to rotate.

A quarter of an hour later.

A hazy beam of light shot over, and Qing Sui's expression turned solemn as he watched the two opposing energies clash in the distance.

One is filled with soaring yin energy and swirling dryness; the other is surrounded by vitality, with the celestial hexagrams manifesting.

The two objects clashed repeatedly around an ancient wooden carving, inscribed with the characters "Jianyang" in oracle bone script.

"The Jianyang decree, which is said to be the secret of the Great Master?"
No wonder the old ghost Yin Gu couldn't catch up with me and even invited me here to fight Yan Youtai to the death.

To that old ghost, a [Jianyang Token] was ten times more important than a mid-grade magic weapon with mismatched attributes.

He was startled, but then his mind cleared. The secret teachings of the White Bone Sect, the "Blood-Nourishing Drought Demon Book" and the "Cold Bone Drought Demon Book," both contained methods for breaking the restrictions by taking advantage of the Jianyang Secret Realm.

If Yin Gu can obtain a [Jianyang] token, he can go to the secret realm ruins to obtain a further opportunity.

"The Yin Bone Monster summoned him here to jointly inflict severe damage, or even to surround and kill Yan Youtai."

Qing Sui's divine sense flowed, his mind raced, unwilling to interfere in the battle between two top-tier mid-stage Core Formation cultivators.

"Ok?"

His face suddenly lit up with joy as he saw a dilapidated jade tower with golden words and laws flowing around it, disappearing from the place where terrifying energy collided and dissipated.

"Xiao Yan, and the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch?!"

Haha, heaven is on my side!

Qing Sui raised the White Bone Relic Pagoda, which crashed down with a deafening roar, while the Yin Soul White Bone Sword in his sleeve also slashed out with afterimages.

"The Blood-Stained Bodhi Branch can only be mine!"

"They're not slow at all."

Fang Yi activated the Plum Blossom Divination Technique, causing the Eight Trigrams runes to circulate around his body, remotely controlling Xiao Yan.

Chi Yin stepped on the corpse lotus, a look of curiosity appearing in his eyes.

"Who is it now that dares to offend our master?"

Half an hour later.

After witnessing Xiao Yan's death, Qing Sui seized the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch and quickly fled.

They didn't even turn back to Xiaoyin Peak, but instead turned towards the White Bone Sect's mountain gate.

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"It's done, the bait has been placed."

Three days later.

At Xuanyang Mountain, in the Ancestral Hall, three majestic jade statues of the Ancestral Masters stand atop the altar.

A hundred bronze lamps, with lotus flowers as their base, are placed on the offering table, their eerie green flames dancing.

On a clean futon made of hemp, a fake Taoist priest wearing a brown robe held a jade ruyi and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

"Pong!"

One of the soul lamps went out, and the True Man's eyes widened in shock. He said in disbelief:

"This soul lamp is..."
Yan Youtai of Tianji Peak!

"Oh no! The successor of the Five Watches lineage has died! This is a terrible tragedy!"

"Ok?"

"Another soul lamp has gone out?"
Could something terrible have happened at the front lines? Two Core Formation cultivators have fallen in succession!

The brown-robed immortal looked terrified and hurriedly summoned a jade bell, for this was beyond his ability to handle.

"clang!"

In the ancestral hall, a funeral bell was raised and struck down with a jade ruyi.

"Ok?"

In the Tianji Peak, at the Zhaixing Pavilion, Tian Quezi's expression suddenly changed, his eyes becoming murky and shifting.

"Yan Youtai died?"

Xiao Yan also perished.

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