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

Chapter 818 A Great Wind Rises, Fish and Dragons Fight
Fang Yi's gaze was deep as he murmured softly.

"With the battle between the sect and the Azure Water Pavilion escalating to this point, even the hidden cultivators and old monsters who usually remain in hiding have begun to intervene."

One by one, they revealed their cards, stirring up a storm. Now let's see who has the superior skills and can ride the wave of fortune.

With a wave of his sleeve, inspiration gathered.

Hidden within are scenes of lush grass and warbling birds, with tender spring breezes blowing and auspicious clouds descending from the blue sky.

"Huh~
Wow!

A hazy, poisonous miasma arose between the medicinal fields and sacred lands of Jiuquan Mountain. The spring breeze swept away the miasma, and the azure sky was filled with precious clouds, their hazy blue light dispelling the poisonous miasma.

'This Spring Breeze and Rain Technique elevates ordinary techniques to a level approaching the power of wondrous supernatural abilities.'

Inside the bronze ring, 'Old Chen' came back to his senses from the Thousand Cocoon Urn, feeling the warm vitality, and murmured softly.

'Fang Yi's magical power is so refined, and his understanding of the Dao of Wood's creation is completely unlike that of a cultivator with less than two hundred years of cultivation.'

"not only that."

Xu Qingshe reached out and made a grasping motion, capturing a wisp of azure light in his hand, which was then ignited by the gilded true fire.

"Oh!"

The wafting fragrance of medicine wafted over him, and as he meditated on the Blood Witch Platform, his weary soul relaxed, and he faintly regained a third of his energy.

"It contains no leakage, and its medicinal properties are mellow with almost no conflict."

After Senior Brother Fang comprehended the Blood Witch Platform, this Azure Sky Treasure Cloud Qi is nearing completion.

"It's still a bit lacking."
The Azure Sky Treasure Cloud Qi is closely related to my medical cultivation, so I must not act rashly.

Moreover, knowledge gained from books is ultimately superficial. To truly transform the accumulated knowledge of witchcraft and medicine, I still need a fellow practitioner to discuss the Dao with me.

The sinister figure of Chi Mingzi flashed through Fang Yi's mind, and a hint of anticipation rose in his heart.

Fellow Daoists are rare indeed, and to be able to engage in life-or-death battles with them, thus verifying what one has learned, is an even greater opportunity.

His gaze swept across the area, and he unleashed a burst of withering and flourishing magic to absorb the power of the wood spirit.

The lush greenery gathered and transformed into a rainbow bridge engraved with exotic plants and flowers, which descended and stopped in front of Yang Cai'er, whose face was as cold as ice.

"Junior Sister Yang, it's been a long time since we last met. Let's come to Linglong Peak for a chat."

"It's been a long time."

After whispering to herself, Yang Cai'er, Xiao Changce, and Hu Lei bowed respectfully. Surrounded by a chilling aura, her face was icy and indifferent as she slowly stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.

Hu Lei didn't take this seriously, but sighed inwardly.

Like the Heavenly Punishment Hall, the Ice Soul Peak lineage ultimately failed to produce any great masters, and its inheritance was far inferior to that of the three main Xuan Yang lineages.

After Yang Cai'er condensed her elixir using the Ice Soul Secret Technique, her temperament became increasingly cold, almost inhuman.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Senior Brother Fang."

This is a congratulatory gift that my senior brother Zhang Hengyi asked me to bring.

Yang Cai'er patted her storage bag, and a sealed jade box was rolled out by a cold light and floated in the air.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, ignoring the third-grade spirit iron in the jade box.

"Junior Sister, has your old injury worsened again?"

"Coincidentally, I have made some progress in my understanding of the art of spiritual healing, and I can heal my junior sister's old ailment."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother." A hint of warmth flashed in Yang Cai'er's cold eyes.

a long distance away.

A pale, mysterious light shone brightly, causing the Hall of White Bones to tremble and float above the clouds.

"Oh!"

The gate, adorned with a depiction of a white bone demon god, slowly opened to both sides, releasing a torrent of yin energy that churned into a terrifying black mist.

"Wow!"

In just a few breaths, a faint green light appeared, and a thin young man, riding a Thousand Soul Banner, carefully entered the Hall of White Bones.

Looking at the crimson figure sitting cross-legged on the altar, Fei Xinyuan put away the Thousand Soul Banner.

He tightened his Yin-Yang robe, sensing the Blood Escape Talisman in his bosom, and felt a slight sense of peace.

He immediately bowed and respectfully said:

"I, Fei Xinyuan, a disciple of Master Yuanhai, pay my respects to Uncle-Master Chi Mingzi. I wish Uncle-Master continued progress on the path of immortality and that he may soon attain the Great Dao of the White Bone Demon God."

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The empty hall was completely silent, with the floating, eerie green lights flickering and illuminating two figures, one sitting and one standing.

"Tick tock."

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and Fei Xinyuan's heart pounded like a drum, filled with unease.

For some reason, Master Yuanhai, who should have been here, did not come.

Instead, this person was replaced by an old monster who was considered ruthless even within the White Bone Sect.

"What, are you so afraid of this old man, you junior?"

Chi Mingzi toyed with the Thousand Cocoon Urn, which had shrunk to the size of a fist, his fingertips tracing the inscribed runes. Poisonous miasma swirled around him, making him appear like a man-eating demon, baring his fangs and claws.

"Disciple dare not!"

Recalling Chi Mingzi's ferocious power within the gate, Fei Xinyuan suddenly knelt down.

Learning from past mistakes, more than one Core Formation cultivator in the White Bone Sect has had their weaknesses discovered by the Crimson Nether Old Monster, who used them to feed Gu worms and experiment with spiritual poisons.

Unfortunately, this old monster possessed terrifying cultivation and treacherous methods, so even the sect leader, True Person Yuanhai, gave him some face.

If it weren't for the fact that a third-tier spiritual healer in the Azure Water Pavilion was poisoned and killed by Chi Ming, and that Yu Yuanzi was wary of taking matters into his own hands, it would have been a different story.
This old monster wouldn't remain silent at the mountain gate for so long.

He felt bitter inside, but he was unwilling to become food for those thousand cocoon jars.

"Tsk
"Cowardly as a mouse, with such a mindset, how will he inherit the White Bone Dao lineage in the future?"

A hint of boredom flashed in Chi Mingzi's eyes. He had thought that the disciple hidden in Yuanhai would have some heroic spirit.

I never imagined he was just a mediocre talent.

"get out!"

"Although I have some conflicts with Senior Brother Yuanhai, it is not to the point that I would involve a junior like you."

In the future, do not disgrace your sect in front of the cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion.

Now get out of my sight.

"Yes!

"Disciple obeys!"

His heart, pounding like a drum in his chest, calmed down slightly. Fei Xinyuan got up, bowed, and hung his hands at his sides, extremely respectful.

Upon entering the side hall, the ritualistic incantations were raised.

"Phew, I escaped unscathed."

Having survived the ordeal, he exhaled a deep breath, slowly withdrawing his magical power and stopping to activate his life-saving trump card, the Blood Escape Talisman.

"What major event has occurred within the sect that allowed Master Yuanhai to persuade Chi Mingzi?"
This old monster, relying on his profound mastery of poison and inheriting the magic weapon [Thousand Cocoon Jar], possesses terrifying killing power.

"I don't usually get along with my master."

"The Nine Springs Mountain is a vast opportunity, with spiritual herbs everywhere, and abundant blood and flesh for those at the False Core and Foundation Establishment stages. These are all rare spiritual items for refining the White Bone Demon God and improving one's cultivation."
If we miss this opportunity, without the leadership of the Biyue Pavilion, our sect cannot afford to offend Xuanyang Mountain.

Why did Master let go?

Fei Xinyuan was troubled and paced back and forth, unable to find a solution.

What opportunity could be more important than this great battle?!

"Tsk, the younger generation of the White Bone Sect are becoming more and more useless these days."

Chi Mingzi's eyes were deep and unfathomable. After probing Fei Xinyuan, he had already found the answer to his vague guess.

"Yu Yuanzi of Biyue Pavilion and that old charlatan from Xuanyang Mountain are entangled, and the only two Grand Masters in Dayun are unable to spare any attention."

"That old bastard Yuan Hai has met his match."

"A great master!"

His eyes were deep as he murmured softly.

"For over a thousand years, apart from the founding patriarch, no cultivator in the sect has broken through to the Great True Person realm."
This applies not only to the White Bone Sect, but also to the Heavenly Blade Dock and the Joyful Union Sect.

Is it due to poor aptitude or lack of opportunity?

Is it because it's forbidden from the outside?!

"Ah, our ancestor was wise indeed, introducing the Azure Water Pavilion to restrain Xuan Yang Mountain."
Only we, the younger generation, have some room to maneuver under the oppressive influence of the three lineages of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Three days in the sky, one mountain reigns supreme."

"Xuan Yang Mountain was once incredibly powerful, but it was crushed by the overwhelming force, and its majesty collapsed."

Recalling the scenes of Xuan Yang Mountain more than a thousand years ago as recorded in the sect's ancient texts, Chi Mingzi felt a surge of emotion.

"Unfortunately, without reaching the Nascent Soul stage, one is ultimately just an ant."

The Great Yu Zoroastrian True Lord, with just a casual move, caused the Xuan Yang Mountain lineage to wither away.

"This is a rare opportunity. Yuan Hai will surely be focused on breaking through his limits and will have no intention of guarding against me vying for power with him."

"So I should take it a step further."

"Buzz!"

The thousand cocoon urn trembled, enveloped in a sweet, cloying miasma.

Inside the clay-sculpted interior, insect runes wriggled, with countless blood-winged mosquitoes, ghost-eyed white spiders, rotten-headed green flies, and purple-backed centipede eggs densely packed together.
"Pfft!"

Juice splattered everywhere as ferocious poisonous insects hatched from their eggs, exhaling venomous gas and evolving into Gu Dao insect patterns.

"tear!"

A pale white magical barrier was forced out, manifesting as a phantom of a white skeletal demon god, which sat upright on the altar.

Chi Mingzi seemed to have anticipated this, and as he extended his fingertip, a surge of poisonous miasma arose.

Gray miasma enveloped and slowly corroded the demon god's magical restrictions.

The eerie green light in his pupils seemed to pierce through layers of magical restrictions, travel over millions of miles, and land on a spirit peak that resembled a burial mound.

"That old man has suppressed me for so long, and finally I've seen an opportunity to take this crucial step."

"Breaking the White Bone Demon God's spell is not easy; even if I go all out, it will take me a month."
But now, do you have the time to do that?

Southwest of Dayun.

Enveloped in black mist, the undulating mountain range, resembling burial mounds, was faintly visible, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere.

The center of the mountain range was silent, with pale peaks rising abruptly from the ground, resembling a large tomb.

"Ok?"

"Junior Brother Chi Ming noticed that I couldn't free my hands?"

After so many years of being classmates, he knows quite a bit about me.

Deep in the mountains, locust trees form a forest, and in the forbidden area of ​​the White Bone Gate, tombstones stand, and the tombs are opened.

Rows of decaying coffins stand upright, and through the broken parts, one can glimpse the clusters of white bones.

The True Man of Abyss was dressed in a plain white burial robe and wore a tall hat. Behind him, a majestic demon god phantom with six arms waved and formed various hand seals.

The gray-white mark in the demon god's hand was dim and lifeless, its energy waning.

Sensing from afar that the magical restrictions within the Thousand Cocoon Jar had been broken, a strange smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"That old charlatan Tian Quezi from Xuanyang Mountain is ruthless and vicious; he never throws out a single person of substance."
"Even Yu Yuanzi of the Jade Water Pavilion might not be able to trap him."

"Xuanyang Mountain can only send one Qingyangzi Fang Yi."
"I do not believe that Xuan Yang Mountain, after being suppressed and schemed against by the Nascent Soul sect, could still suppress Da Yun."

The abyss opened its mouth, like a whale swallowing the sea, engulfing the hazy white bone spirit within the coffin.

The White Bone Demon God wielded its six arms with a fierce aura, no less powerful than a Grand True Person in the late stage of Core Formation.

"Xuan Yangshan took the initiative, and Tian Quezi is a third-level superior divination master whose divination and planning skills have reached a state of perfection."

"Could they have foreseen that my White Bone Dao lineage would intervene to assist the Azure Water Pavilion?"

"Ha, you old charlatan, I'd like to see what tricks you've got up your sleeve."

"Tsk.

Compared to Chen Sheng of Tiandaowu, this old bastard Yuanhai is many times more troublesome and difficult to deal with.”

Outside the White Bone Sect's mountain gate, a crimson glow flowed, and wisps of spiritual fragrance rose, forming the nascent form of a Daoist temple, obscuring any divine sense probing.

The Five-Flower Immortal's long, dark blue hair was half-disheveled, with a blood-red coral hairpin tucked into her hair, adorned with a nine-tailed fox-tail-shaped gold tassel, and her body was wrapped in rouge-red silk gauze.

She sat on the trunk of a shady locust tree, her bare feet swaying, causing the soul-capturing bell on her ankle to jingle.

"Ring ring ring ring." The ringtone was pleasant to hear.

"Unfortunately, what Xuan Yang Mountain wants is never to gain any advantage from Biyue Pavilion after a great victory."
Jiuquan Mountain.
Sweet Pear Tree
How can anything compare to the Red-Eyebrowed Old Man's breakthrough?

"If one cannot become a Nascent Soul True Monarch, in the vast world of cultivation, one is ultimately just a pawn, still manipulated by others." Wu Hua's eyes were like autumn waters, gazing in the direction of Jiuquan Mountain with a curious expression.

"I wonder if Junior Brother Fang Yi can hold Jiuquan Mountain."

"That nearly fourth-tier sweetgum tree is the most top-tier spiritual plant in the path of spiritual medicine in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation."
If it weren't for the need to take his life, and the fact that Yu Yuanzi was being harassed by his senior brother Xishan, he wouldn't have risked this precious plant.

If we can seize this treasure, we will also receive assistance from the [Witchcraft Path] inheritance within the Blood Witch Platform.

My junior brother will have no more obstacles in his future cultivation before the Great Master.

"Using the Thunderclap Gate on both sides, and further restraining the Great Master Yu Yuanzi, is already enough support for him."

"Whether it succeeds or not depends on Fang Yi's abilities."

Her slender, jade-like fingers traced her cheek as she smiled and disappeared in a streak of shimmering light.

Now that she had confirmed that the White Bone Sect's Abyss Sea would not intervene, she could not stay away from the Xuan Yang Mountain Sect for long.

As for the outcome of the battle at Jiuquan Mountain?
As long as many Core Formation cultivators fight to the death, Crimson Eyebrows' goal will have been achieved.

The Xuan Yang Mountain summit suffered heavy casualties, and its lineage was severed.

Fang Yi has the Fire Crow Transformation Rainbow Escape Talisman as his trump card; at most, he will be severely injured and lose the opportunity to obtain the Sweet Pear Tree.
The lingering sound of the five flowers lingered, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"If Junior Brother Fang loses, then let him go to the Hehuan Sect for a marriage alliance."

With his handsome appearance, pure vitality, and expertise in spiritual medicine, he can also replenish vital energy.

Lady Yin Yue was absolutely enamored with it.

Xuanyang Mountain.

Tianji Peak is shrouded in deep clouds and mist, with graceful cranes soaring about, and a silver waterfall cascading down three thousand feet from the cliff.

Inside the Star-Picking Tower, the bronze ritual implements rotate.

With a full head of white hair and dressed in hemp clothing, Tian Quezi sat cross-legged on a futon, slowly opening his sleepy eyes, and a hoarse voice rang out.

"Did Yuan Hai release Chi Mingzi from the White Bone Sect?"

"None of the three factions' battlefields at Jiuquan Mountain could rouse that old man?"

With a flick of his five fingers, his Dharma body breathed in and out, the constellations changed, and five colors of spiritual light—blue, red, white, green, and gold—flowed and outlined a scroll of the fortunes of various sects in the Great Cloud.

"Wow!"

The ancient black and white map unfolds, revealing towering mountains and rushing rivers, with the ethereal silhouette of the towering peaks of Jiuquan Mountain rapidly taking shape.

"Using the hidden methods left behind by generations of celestial strategists in the Wugengzi lineage, we refined celestial magic treasures in sects such as the Heavenly Blade, Azure Water, and White Bone."
"Only then did I obtain a scroll of the Great Cloud Fortune Change Map."

Tian Quezi tapped his withered fingertip, and starlight fell upon the illusory image of Jiuquan Mountain.

"boom!"

The three vast forces of white, cyan, and blue energies flowed and collided violently, causing the tides of fortune and disrupting the changes in celestial secrets.

"Imperial Edict!"

The celestial bodies undergo three transformations, observing the flow and solidifying form!

"Buzz!"

As the flow of fortune shifted, the white Yin energy faded, and the insect-like runes began to wriggle. In the shadows, a yellow clay urn appeared.

"Chi Mingzi has accumulated quite a bit of knowledge."
The art of poison, passed down through generations of bone ingenuity, took its own unique twists and turns in his hands, reaching new heights.

A playful smile appeared on Tian Quezi's lips as he muttered to himself:

"Although Fang Yi has the Blood Witch Platform in hand, his cultivation time is still short, so the pressure is not small."

If we are defeated, we can only follow the path left behind by Senior Brother Li Lingxuan.
Heaven and humanity give rise to life, and yin and yang nourish each other.

Even the Five-Watch Master could not have imagined that someone could cultivate the legacy left by the [Witchcraft and Ghost] Path to the level of Senior Brother Li Lingxuan.

Although Yin Yuezi of the Hehuan Sect was a bit old, she was about two hundred years older than Fang Yi.

But Rong Zi can also be so alluring that she could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers, possessing a unique charm. Fang Yi, that kid, isn't at a bad price after all.

With a flick of his finger, the remaining two strands of fortune materialized in the Fortune Map.

The wisps of life transformed into a large, blue sun, shining brightly in all directions.

The murmuring stream turns, all waters converge, the clear spring flows, and the great river surges with many strange phenomena.

"This Ruan Xiang is rather strange. His luck is continuous, unlike Gong Ni's telepathic communication, which only touches the threshold of the sect leader."

Instead, it's about genuinely taking that step.

"With that old monster Chi Ming in tow, Fang Yi is in real trouble. He might really have to follow the path left behind by Senior Brother Li Lingxuan."

Tian Quezi's eyes were slightly closed, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and he was not surprised.

In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, since True Person Nine Turns established the Great Expansion Ancient City, the pressure from the demon tide has greatly decreased.

Unbeknownst to them, Xuan Yang Mountain, White Bone Sect, He Huan Sect, and Bi Shui Pavilion were all concealing their true strengths, each harboring grand ambitions and constantly scheming.

"However, if Fang Yi can hone his medical skills with the Crimson Nether Child, his foundation will greatly increase in a short period of time."
The path of spiritual healing can be taken to greater heights; it's not necessary to go to the Joyful Union Sect.

After one month.

Jiuquan Mountain is three thousand miles away.

The continuous streams, springs, and stone forests stretch for hundreds of miles, shrouded in mist and clouds, with rolling waves concealing their true nature.

"arrive!"

"Buzz!"

The Hall of Bones possessed immense power, surrounded by countless skulls, with a hazy, miasma rising and transforming into a pale, hand-like force that slammed down.

Chi Mingzi closed his eyes slightly, held the yellow clay urn in his hand, and spoke in a dry voice.

"As expected, Yuan Haiteng didn't make a move, allowing me to advance further."

His lips moved, his voice resounding for miles, accompanied by the slapping of a giant hand amidst the miasma.

"Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect has come to visit. Is Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang here?"

"Is Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang here?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you here?"

The muffled echoes reverberated through the stone forest, the miasma eroding the air and forcing out the seven triangular array flags. The flags moved without wind, and the azure water rippled.

"Ok!"

In the stone forest, Xuanzhi groaned, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth due to the backlash of her magical power.

"Chi Mingzi?"

"He's been trapped in the White Bone Sect for a hundred years, how come his cultivation is so strong!"

"Wow!"

The water rippled, a surge of magical power descended, and a misty, shimmering light spread, instantly stabilizing the formation.

Ruan Xiang, clad in the robes of the Vast Ocean Dharma, wearing the Jade Spring Crown, and holding the Azure Ocean Suppressing Ruler, walked on the waves with a solemn expression.

"Meditation!"

With a tremor of the jade ruler in her hand, the sound of flowing spring water echoed, nourishing the spirit of Xuanzhi.

“Junior Sister Xuanzhi, this Chi Mingzi has reached the pinnacle of his cultivation in the path of poison.”

You were just now poisoned by his soul-disturbing vocal technique.

"Regardless of their cultivation level, in terms of sheer destructive power, this old monster is several times stronger than me."

Sensing the colorful miasma surrounding the Hall of White Bones, Chi Mingzi's undisguised cultivation at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage, and his cultivation that was halfway to the realm of the Sect Master True Person, Chi Mingzi was present.

Ruan Xiang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she murmured to herself.

It seems that Yuanhai has really seized the opportunity.

Letting Chi Mingzi out is a warning to us not to perish together.

In order to break through under the tacit suppression from the Pavilion and Xuan Yang Mountain, this old monster Yuan Hai has already made a desperate counterattack.

Thinking of what Yu Yuanzi said, and Ruan Yuxi's Heavenly Spirit Root aptitude, a smile appeared on her lips.

With Yu Xi around, the Great Cloud Cultivation Realm will inevitably fall into the hands of my Azure Water Pavilion.

Seeing Yu Fengzi and Shen Hong descend one after another, Ruan Xiang waved his sleeves, his aura vast and boundless.

"Fellow disciples, please allow us to wait a moment while we confront Chi Ming of the White Bone Sect."

"Wow!"

Dark black, turquoise, and azure blue—streams of water converge, eventually transforming into a mighty river that surges upwards.

"boom!"

The Hall of Bones trembled, and pale light swirled around it. Chi Mingzi narrowed his eyes, displeased.

"A mere Ruan Xiang, who has only one foot in the True Person realm of the Sect Master, dares to try and intimidate me?"

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, thinking of Tian Quezi of Xuan Yang Mountain, and felt apprehensive.

"Let me test whether you, Ruan Xiang, are qualified to defeat Fang Yi, and to probe that old charlatan's hidden tricks."

"Buzz!"

Above the Hall of Bones, gray bone script flowed, and runes were drawn, radiating brilliant light as they pressed down.

"boom!"

The water surged, the white bones were hideous, and the aftershocks of their battle reduced the ancient forest to ashes.

"Ruan Xiang has accumulated profound knowledge and skills; he is only a hair's breadth away from reaching the level of a sect leader."

"Chi Mingzi has considerable foundation; he has already stepped halfway into the realm of a sect leader."

Ruan Xiang smiled, her eyes filled with sincerity.

With Chi Mingzi's cultivation level, if they joined forces, they could send Qingyangzi Fang Yi to his death in a single opportunity.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Chi Ming!"

Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on your remarkable progress in cultivation, reaching the realm of the Sect Master.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang, you're too kind."

Chi Mingzi's hoarse voice echoed, his words polite.

"When I arrived, I had already fought with Jiuquan Mountain. In order to deal with our attack, Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain..."
Please summon Yang Cai'er of the Ice Soul lineage, and the alchemist Xu Qingshe.

"Is that so?"

Ruan Xiangyan smiled and made a grasping motion with her five fingers. The crystal-clear water condensed and transformed into pavilions and towers, which then fell down in a magnificent display.

"They are merely two Core Formation cultivators. With Brother Chi Ming's assistance, and our two sects joining forces, we will surely capture them easily."
After taking over Nine Springs Mountain, I can decide to share the Sweet Pear Tree with you, fellow Daoist.”

"The precious sweetgum tree?"

Thinking of the Azure Sea Tide Restriction sensed by Jiuquan Mountain, Chi Mingzi realized that the Azure Water Pavilion had indeed kept a secret weapon for third-tier spiritual herbs.

"Haha, then Honda would be too impolite to refuse."

Ten days later.

Beside Jiuquan Mountain, the vast waters flow and the white bones gleam menacingly.

An ancient pavilion surrounded by azure tides, and a hall of white bones sweeps in.

"It's finally here."

On the exquisite platform, the sweetgum tree is crystal clear, reflecting ripples of jade color.

Unbeknownst to anyone, within the very essence of the precious tree, a large ailanthus wood imprint, forged from the power of withering and flourishing, had already fallen.

Fang Yi wore the Creation Crown and a blue brocade robe, looking unrestrained and elegant.

"Did the White Bone Sect's Chi Mingzi and Ruan Xiang conspire to take my life?"

Xu Qingshe held the Heaven and Earth Furnace in his hand, the blazing magic weapon swirling around him, his eyes solemn.

"Senior Brother Fang, shall I make a move?"

Fang Yi glanced at Xiao Changce, Hu Lei, Yang Cai'er and other cultivators, and said in a deep voice.

"Let's hold our position and test its strength first."

"The White Bone Sect and the Azure Water Pavilion have joined forces, including Chi Ming, Ruan Xiang, Yu Fengzi, Yun Hui, Xuan Zhi, Shen Hong, and the True Person hidden in the White Bone Sect."

There are nearly ten Core Formation cultivators alone; the battle for Nine Springs Mountain this time is far more dangerous than ever before.”

"boom!"

The Autumn Water Pavilion shone with a brilliant blue light, gazing upon the Dharma barrier rising from Mount Jiuquan.

Ruan Xiang's lips moved. "Brother Chi Ming, proceed according to plan."

"Can!

"It just so happens that I have also made a breakthrough in the art of poison."

The Hall of Bones trembled, a clay urn was raised, and plump insect eggs fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)