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

Chapter 825 A Powerful Force Shocks All Directions; Seclusion to Practice the Dao of Medicine [6200 words]

Sensing the surging, azure water and the rolling tides, Yanli was completely overwhelmed and powerless to resist.
Chi Mingzi frowned slightly, and five-colored miasma swirled around his hand.

"This Li Heng's pills are of high quality; he is not someone who has condensed fake pills and whose path to immortality has been severed."

"boom!"

His gaze shifted, and beneath the thick, leaden clouds, a blue banner moved without wind, remaining unmoved even as it was struck by bolts of lightning.

"Qin Yu is also about to pass the Core Formation Tribulation, and then there will be two more Core Formation True Persons."

"We just killed two pseudo-Core Formation cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain and Gong Ni, but with the help of Core Formation cultivators Qin Yu and Li Heng, we've fallen into a disadvantageous position."

Chi Mingzi closed his eyes slightly, unwilling to reveal his cultivation level, yet also unwilling to give up the great opportunity to capture them all at once.

The two newly advanced Core Formation cultivators at most have a slight advantage.

With a wave of his sleeve, a skeletal demon god with a ferocious face and surrounded by yin energy appeared.

“Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang, the White Bone Demon God in my hand has already entered the third rank. Ignoring the losses, I burned my source.”

It could trap either Li Heng or Qin Yu.

"I wonder if Yuke has any trump cards up his sleeve?"

"This"

Ruan Xiang frowned slightly, her thoughts racing as she considered whether she had any trump cards to trap a Core Formation cultivator.

"This guy still has a trump card up his sleeve. His aura is sinister and sinister, and he's hiding a corpse aura. Is this a low-grade, third-tier White Bone Demon God?"

Beneath the illusory image of the Azure Spirit Tree in the azure sky, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, sensing the energy outside Nine Springs Mountain from afar.

"Although Chi Ming, as a True Person of the White Bone Sect, was suppressed by Yuan Hai, he possessed a White Bone Demon God that had reached the third rank."
It's not a difficult task.

"but."

He reached out and made a grasping motion, and a wisp of emerald green medicinal energy condensed from his fingertips, forming the second pale white lotus seed within the large green lotus.

"With the Thousand Insects Corroding God Incense and the White Bone Devouring God Qi, I have obtained two top-grade third-level spiritual poisons. After that, I will go into seclusion to break through my cultivation level."

I have no time to waste arguing with you all.

Fang Yi shook his sleeves, and the Azure Lotus Banner fluttered, revealing the magical barrier that concealed his aura on the last bamboo building behind him.

"Boom!"

A plume of blood-red smoke shot into the sky, transforming into a colossal four-tusked elephant that suppressed all directions.

"besides?"

"The third cultivator is attempting to break through to the Core Formation stage?"

Chi Mingzi unleashed another lightning tribulation, pure blood and qi rising like smoke, and a three-pointed black gold blade slashed out.

"Fang Yi's second disciple, Huo Zhao?"

This kid's performance was mediocre, how could he have broken through the realm, and he's still a body refinement cultivator!

Could it be that Fang Yi truly possesses the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous?

He struggled to utter a single word, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

"retreat!"

"retreat?"

Ruan Xiang's face was grim, and she felt resentful.

The favorable situation has vanished in an instant. How much confidence is left to take Fang Yi's life?

Qingyangzi is exceptionally talented, yet he's already this difficult to deal with at only the fourth level of Core Formation. What will it be like when he breaks through to the Great True Person realm?
Those who were already difficult and troublesome immediately became a major threat to the Biyue Pavilion!

He was also good at teaching his disciples
Three disciples, three Core Formation cultivators.
This is worlds apart from Xiao Changce's laughable claim that he is the number one master of Xuan Yang Mountain.
Her eyes were dark, her heart filled with murderous intent, and her body shimmered with a chilling light, with icy crystals seemingly forming around her.

“Chi Mingzi, I am aware that you have connections with Xuechi, Xuanmei, and Guiyin, three rogue cultivators who have reached the Core Formation stage, from Sudu Mountain.”

How did she know?

Chi Mingzi was startled. The White Bone Hall concealed its aura, and the three Blood Tooth members also concealed their cultivation levels. The Azure Water Pavilion's influence in the Sudu Mountain had suffered heavy losses in the last demon tide.

Ruan Xiang should not know that the sect is recruiting three Core Formation cultivators.
How exactly did I expose myself?

Just as he was about to explain, he saw Ruan Xiang hold up three fingers.

"A serving of third-grade superior-quality Pure Water can be used to cleanse one's foundation, and it has other wonderful uses for a poison cultivator like Brother Chi Ming."

"If you, fellow Daoist, can summon Bloodtooth, Mysterious Demon, and Ghost Yin to assist you, then this Pure Cleansing Water will be yours."

“It’s a deal!

"As Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang suggested, I will immediately request the assistance of Fellow Daoists Xue Chi, Xuan Mei, and Gui Yin."

A flash of joy crossed Chi Mingzi's eyes, but he felt reassured.

'It was a false alarm; Ruan Xiang only knew superficial matters.'

"boom!"

As he watched the Xuanjin Tri-Pointed Blade transform into a chilling arc, shattering another bolt of lightning, his expression turned solemn.

"Now, we must withdraw our disciples. Otherwise, once Huo Zhaoyi condenses his True Core, the cost of withdrawing will at least double."

"What is Brother Chiming's intention?"

Ruan Xiangliu's immortal robes rippled like water, and on the surface of the small glass mirror in her sleeve, a blurry blue ancient tree phantom appeared, colliding with a vast sea and a white bone demon god.
Her expression was solemn as she spoke in a deep voice.

"Brother Chiming has already sensed the immense power gathering at Nine Springs Mountain, hasn't he?"

There has not been such a massive war in hundreds of years. If Fang Yi wins, then for the next three hundred years, before his lifespan ends and he passes away...

In the entire cultivation world of the Great Cloud Realm, Xuan Yang Mountain will be in charge. Neither the Azure Water Pavilion nor the White Bone Sect can do anything but obey its will.

"Brother Dao, even if we retreat, we must not allow the Xuan Yang Mountain cultivators' morale to rise again."

Chi Mingzi frowned slightly. He was not good at the way of heavenly secrets, but he had several quasi-third-level divination artifacts protecting him.

It can also be felt that the key to this battle lies in the rise and fall of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World over the next three hundred years.

He lowered his gaze and said, "Regardless of casualties?"

"Regardless of casualties!"

Ruan Xiang resolutely blocked the railway.

"Even if the Biyue Pavilion cultivators suffer heavy casualties, the Xuan Yang Mountain disciples also suffer similar losses, so it is all worthwhile."

“Is that so?

"I have a brilliant method that, if we disregard the casualties of both factions, can severely injure the disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain."

Five-colored miasma churned beneath Chi Mingzi's feet, transforming into a dark rainbow bridge that continued to spread.

Until they were only a foot away from the thin veil of the forbidden law.

"trick!"

He reached out and made a half-hearted grabbing motion, and the Thousand Cocoon Jar transformed into a dim yellow light, which vanished in an instant and landed in his palm.

"Edict!"

"boom!"

A five-colored miasma shot into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. The immense power stirred up by Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, who were undergoing tribulation, was easily suppressed.

"Photography!"

"Green bones dispel poisonous miasma!"

"Oh!"

The yellow clay urn melted as if it were soft and boneless, turning into a hazy yellow miasma that seemed slow but was actually swift, pressing down on the cultivators in Jiuquan Mountain without distinguishing friend from foe.

"not good!"

For the first time since they began fighting, Xiao Changce's expression changed.

"Fang Yi, be careful! This is a notorious killing move from the White Bone Sect's [Green Bone Poison Book]."
This method indiscriminately injures both friend and foe, and the poison's power reaches its extreme.

"Green bones turning into poisonous miasma?"

Sensing the writhing, yellowish miasma, the vegetation withered, the spiritual spring dried up, and even the third-order magical barriers were instantly corroded.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, his expression turning solemn.

"Edict!"

With a flick of his long, slender index finger, he unleashed a series of magical hand gestures, releasing wisps of medicinal fragrance and condensing runes that manifested wondrous techniques and supernatural powers.

"Five Lotuses Nourish Qi!" "Mysterious Fungus Ascends Spirit!" "Spring Breeze Transforms into Rain!"

Three medical techniques were unleashed, and three ancient runes in his dantian circulated, transforming into a rotating Dharma wheel that bestowed blessings upon him.

"go with!"

"Wow!"

The five-colored lotus swayed, and the azure mushroom rose, both merging into the spiritual clouds and transforming into spiritual rain that washed down.

The poisonous miasma lingered for a moment before continuing its journey.

"True Master Chi Ming, I am a true disciple of the White Bone Sect!"

"Master, I am your ninth disciple!"

"Mercy, sir!" "Aaaaaah!"

"Chi~"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the spirit bones softened. Before he could escape the blue-robed cultivator and even before he could rejoice that his opponent had been poisoned, he too followed in his footsteps, turning into a pool of pus.

Not enough
"With Chi Ming fully unleashing his poisonous energy, his killing power is already at the level of a sect leader."

Five-colored spiritual light flowed, and miasma spread. Xu Qingshe, Xiao Changce, and the others had long since forgotten about fighting.

Each activated their magical artifacts to protect the cultivators who were unable to leave the gate.

"Both sides are wounded?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. In their previous exchange, Chi Mingzi had been somewhat cautious, leaving room for maneuver in both the Thousand Insect Corrosion Incense and the White Bone Devouring Divine Qi.

To avoid poisoning fellow disciples and causing mutual destruction.

"In that case."

A slight smile played on his lips as he sensed from the depths of the earth that an ancient, three-tiered shamanic altar was already enveloped in crimson spiritual light.

A phantom image of a demon god appeared, transforming into a gigantic, dark maw that sucked up the energy of the three meridians.

"In that case, I will lend you a hand, fellow Daoist."

Fang Yi extended his five fingers, which transformed into the Void Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner, a knotted ancient tree that suppressed the spiritual veins, within which a wisp of mysterious energy circulated.

As the Daoist principles of decay and prosperity flowed, a Taiji diagram of green and yellow evolved, drawing upon the power of the small grotto-heaven to forcibly condense a portion of it, causing the Dharma seals to tremble incessantly.

"I'm still lacking something. My breakthrough to the mid-stage of Core Formation was achieved in just too short a time."

On the dim yellow seal in his hand, the Daoist charms of decay, withering, and decay flowed, the magical power surged and receded, and the energy was coated with a layer of verdant spiritual light.

Fang Yi murmured softly, his temples adorned with scarlet witch-like markings, and behind him, phantom images of gods and demons appeared, accompanied by the echoing sounds of sacrificial rituals.

"The cycle of flourishing and decay unfolds, and the five elements reveal the true nature of the universe."

"Minor withered seal, by imperial decree!"

A precious seal, seemingly carved from ancient wood, enveloped in the spiritual light of the five elements—green, yellow, red, black, and white—suppressed the poisonous miasma emanating from the green bones.

"Buzz!"

When the poisonous miasma and the precious seal intersected, both of them simultaneously became stagnant.

The greatest sound is silent; the roaring and crashing sounds reverberated for miles around, and ancient trees on the vast Jiuquan Mountain were broken.

"boom!"

Like a volcanic eruption or a waterfall bursting open, in an instant, two supreme techniques were simultaneously detonated.

"Boom!"

The Nine Springs Mountain trembled, and the aftershocks of the transition between green and yellow swept across, causing the magical restrictions to shatter instantly. The cultivators could no longer care about anything else.

He activated his magical artifacts, burned his life essence, and commanded his talismans as he desperately fled.

Even so, in the first breath, more than five hundred cultivators were caught up and pulverized.

In the second breath, three hundred cultivators were caught in the blast and all of them perished.
In the third breath, the defensive magical artifacts of the more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators dimmed, their faces filled with despair as they felt their flesh wither and fall away bit by bit.
Until it turned into pus, leaving behind a mournful and resentful aura that dissipated in the Nine Springs Mountain.

"Gulu."

Looking at this sacred land that should have been covered with ancient trees and where the laws of nature flourished, now turned into ruins, with cracks and fissures all over the ground.

Xu Qingshe's Adam's apple bobbed, almost groaning.

"Is this still a battle between mid-stage Core Formation cultivators?"

He was certain that none of the cultivators he had just fought possessed the magical power to undergo further transformation like the sect leader.

But how is this killing ability any different from that of the sect leader himself?

'This is the ruthless killing power of a top-tier poison master, unleashed without restraint.'

Within the bronze ring, 'Old Chen's' gaze was deep and mysterious, already sensing the faint, extremely hidden resentment that had penetrated deep into the earth.

'Xuanyang Mountain is for cultivators to condense their Nascent Souls, Fang Yi is for the path of cultivation, and the White Bone Sect is for eliminating their great enemy.'
Young Xu, this is the essence of the struggle for the Dao!

"Of the hundred-mile radius of Jiuquan Mountain, thirty miles were reduced to ruins."

Fang Yi stood with his black hair flying, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his demeanor calm and imposing, like an ancient tree standing tall and unyielding.

"Chi Mingzi, shall we continue?"

"Humph!"

Chi Mingzi's eyes were deep and mysterious. With his divine sense at the level of a sect leader, even without suppressing the toxicity of the Green Bone Poisonous Mist, he could still sense the poison.

If Fang Yi hesitates even slightly, the number of cultivators lost by Xuan Yang Mountain will increase by at least 30%.

"Fang Yi, what ruthless methods you've used!"

"It's not as good as you sacrificing your disciples."

Fang Yi's heart lake remained cold and still, unmoved by the loss of nearly five hundred cultivators, showing no sign of regret. The path to immortality was arduous, already littered with corpses.

If one lacks opportunity, has low cultivation level, and is dull-witted, the slightest carelessness can lead to death and the annihilation of one's cultivation.

Today, three hundred cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain perished, their sacrifices nourishing the Blood Witch Altar, completely stirring up the fate of the three factions in a fierce battle.

In the future, when his skills fail and he perishes, he will only sigh that the path to immortality is clear and that his skills are inferior to others.

"What a terrifying temperament."

Even ordinary cultivators, with hearts as hard as iron and without the slightest reluctance, will still experience a slight fluctuation in their thoughts and magical power.
If Qingyangzi were to join my White Bone Sect, he would be the birth of a great demon.

Chi Mingzi's eyes showed apprehension, then he opened his lips slightly and spoke in a booming voice.

“All disciples of my White Bone Sect shall immediately withdraw from Nine Springs Mountain.”

“All disciples of my Biyue Pavilion, return to Qiushui Pavilion immediately.”

"Victory?"

"Victory!"

In the Nine Springs Mountain, the Xuan Yang disciples, who had survived the calamity, seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, and they could smell the pungent smell of blood in their nostrils as they breathed.

There were over a thousand Xuan Yang cultivators, over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, and over ten Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators.

This was enough to dominate the Great Cloud forces, but now only three hundred cultivators remain, all of them weak and severely injured.

If not treated immediately, even if one survives, at least 80% of cultivators will have a weak foundation and find it difficult to advance further.

The setting sun was like blood, and a purple beam of light descended. Master Hu Lei looked at the cultivators who had suffered heavy losses and sighed softly.

"Master, is it worth it?"
This single battle has depleted at least thirty percent of the sect's accumulated strength over hundreds of years. Even during the retrograde demon tide, the sect's disciples did not suffer such losses.

"worth?"

Fang Yi's eyes darkened slightly as he spoke in a deep voice.

"Junior Brother Hu Lei, from the moment Senior Uncle Chi Mei attempted to break through to the next realm, there was no turning back for either of us."

"As for the matter of the disciple's foundation being damaged?"

"Edict!"

He reached out and grabbed it; the Bodhi branch, swaying in the wind like a willow, drooped with strands of life, outlined in dark blue shamanic script.

"The Wonderful Method: Jumang's Health Preservation"

A phantom of an ancestor with a bird's face and a human body, wearing a white robe, appeared, his body radiating streaks of blue light.

"Hmm~"

Outside the spiritual land, cultivators whose auras fluctuated could be seen recovering from their physical injuries, their complexions regaining a rosy hue.

"Secret Recipe: Shennong's Blood-Returning Incense"

As the fragrant aroma wafted down, it flowed like a clear spring through the souls of many cultivators, causing them to groan with pleasure.

Fang Yi's voice rang out.

"You all go and rest. The sect has prepared two sets of Core Formation spiritual items: a high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill and a second-tier spiritual vein deed."
If you wish to exchange for spiritual items or precious medicines, you can seek out True Person Qin Yu after your injuries have healed.

The cultivators gazed at the spiritual land shrouded in clouds and mist, where the fragrance of elixirs wafted, and various magical barriers emitted spiritual light. Two precious medicinal herbs that could assist in the condensation of elixirs also appeared.

The low morale was lifted.

"Yes!"

"We obey the True Man's decree!"

evening.

A bright moon rose, casting its silvery light, draping a thin veil over the blood-soaked forest.

In this sacred mountain place, the azure sky is filled with gnarled and twisted trees, their branches swaying and rippling with azure light.

Like ripples on water, it spread throughout the entire Jiuquan Mountain, suppressing the resentment and malevolent energy.

Fang Yi took a step forward, and the azure light transformed into a lotus platform, lifting him into the gale layer.

His gaze swept over the Hall of White Bones and the Autumn Water Pavilion, which suppressed the spiritual veins, and locked onto the energy flow.

The six-pointed plum blossom phantom in his eyes manifested, reflecting the changing fortunes of Jiuquan Mountain.

"Imperial Decree: The Method of Observing Fortune!"

"Roar!"

The pale aura surged, and the ferocious skeletal demon god waved its six arms, reaching out to grab the blue torrent.

The azure water flowed gently as a jade ruler struck down simultaneously.

Xuan Yang Mountain manifested its fortune, refusing to be outdone, transforming into a large blue sun that rose and crushed down.

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi sent down a beam of azure light that penetrated deep into the Blood Witch Altar underground.

"Buzz!"

The ancient shamanic altar trembled, and resentment, bloodlust, hatred, and malevolent energy surged forth. Then, that wisp of azure spiritual light merged into the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain.

As the three factions clashed over their destiny, crimson light, accompanied by witchcraft markings, quietly spread.

"Oh!"

A torrent of cyan, white, and blue energy emerged, colliding and eroding each other to form a five-element vortex, continuously drawing in the energy of the three factions.

"Six months"

Fang Yi used his fingertips to perform hand gestures and made a quick calculation, and he already knew the result.

"Six months from now, all the victories will be revealed. In that case, it will be enough for me to take another step forward in my spiritual healing path."

The lingering sound faded away, leaving only a wisp of medicinal fragrance dissipating in the air.

Outside Jiuquan Mountain.

Inside the Hall of White Bones, Chi Mingzi sat cross-legged, his brow twitching, his mind unsettled.

What happened?

He patted his storage bag, and a dark tortoise shell covered in cracks flew out.

"Edict!"

Under the intense heat of the fire, cracks spread across the tortoise shell, outlining the fortune of the White Bone Sect and transforming into a hexagram.

The ominous aura surged, destined to transform into a highly inauspicious omen.

An invisible celestial phenomenon flowed, instantly suppressing the malevolent energy and transforming it into a wisp of precious yellow spiritual light.

"lucky?"

Chi Mingzi exhaled a breath of turbid air, summoned the Thousand Cocoon Jar, and continued to refine the spiritual poison.

Inside the Autumn Water Pavilion.

Ruan Xiang held the small glass mirror in her hand, the runes flowing and then shattering, turning into a mysterious nail that fell into the dark place.

"The Wonderful Method of Qi Circulation: Burning the Heart and Calming the Qi!"

Sensing the aura of Xuan Yang Mountain, she was instantly bitten to death, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Fang Yi, await the final battle, and I will send you on your way."

She had made up her mind that once the three Bloodtooths arrived and her subordinate cultivators recovered, she would spare no expense.

Even if the foundation is damaged
Even if lifespan is factored in
They also had to send Fang Yi on his way.

"boom!"

In the cultivation world of Da Yun, three energies collided in the darkness, triggering an inexplicable killing intent.

Center of Qianbo Lake.

At the summit of Jiuhe Peak, a Dharma platform stands tall, surrounded by strict legal prohibitions.

The altar, carved from ancient jade, is covered with mysterious patterns and houses the Burning Heart Glass Mirror, which gleams with precious light.

The shimmering, precious light of the crystal seemed to devour the fortune accumulated bit by bit by the Azure Water Pavilion, like a whale swallowing its prey.

"This Heart-Burning Glass Mirror has actually been disturbed?"

Yu Yuanzi narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, a hint of heartache flashing across his face as he gazed at Mount Jiuquan.

"Ruan Xiang has already advanced to the realm of a sect leader, and with Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect assisting her, she is also in a position to assist him."
What exactly happened at Jiuquan Mountain?
"This battle has actually stirred up the fortunes of the entire pavilion; it seems it could determine the future of the Great Cloud Kingdom."

Qianbo Lake, its waters rippling, reflects the silvery moonlight.

The awning boat swayed gently on the water, and You Xishan sat at the bow, cooking several water crabs in a red clay stove.

The jade hairpin in his hand trembled, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Fang Yi actually managed to do this!"
it is good!
it is good!
it is good! "

"In this way, Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows has an even greater chance of breaking through to the next realm."

"But this Yu Yuanzi..."

You Xishan threw out the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, and an ancient book behind him turned the pages, revealing the spiritual script of oracle bones.

"Tianquezi!"

Amidst the roar of Yu Yuanzi's angry curses, a precious flag rose, stirring up a surging tide and manifesting the power to overturn the world.

"Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan, I'm itching to discuss the Dao with you."

The Eight Trigrams of the Zhou Dynasty unfolded, and the stars descended, pressing down upon the towering waves.

Before the tranquility of Qianbo Lake had lasted more than a few days, two mighty forces collided, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Why are these two old monsters fighting again?

A hundred miles away, atop a reef, a gaunt figure with a strange expression waved his hand, sending out a pale transmission talisman.

Tracing the depths of the mountains, a demonic aura swirls, and moss carpets the ground.

"This is?"

Lu Xiaozi suddenly stood up, offering up a green and yellow pearl, its aura of decay and prosperity flowing, its fortune subtly shifting.

His expression was strange as he sensed the collision of fortune within the third-tier treasure, the Withering and Flourishing Fortune Pearl, like an undercurrent surging.

"What has happened to the human race that has led to such internal strife?"

"That old monster Tian Quezi is blocking the entrance to Biyue Pavilion. This way, Yu Yuanzi won't be able to spare any resources, will he?"

A flicker of excitement crossed his eyes as his gaze pierced through the layers of ancient forest and landed on the ancient city of Dadu.

"Fine, the Biyue Pavilion is one thing, but the old bastards of the Wugengzi lineage of Xuanyang Mountain are all easy to deal with."

"It is better to remain still than to act; diligently cultivating oneself in the *Great Treatise on the Flourishing and Desolating* is the right way."

"Let the other demon kings go and test the waters."

The White Bone Gate, a pale rune flashed across the tomb-like cave.

Yuan Hai was dressed in a burial shroud, with half of his flesh and blood covered by white bones.

"Ok?"

"Da Yun's fortune is changing strangely!"

He clenched his five fingers, surrounded by corpse energy and rising malevolent aura. Enveloped in a faint, precious light, the Corpse Demon Sensing Bead rotated.

"This is?
The battle between Xuan Yang Mountain and Bi Shui Pavilion ignited a true conflict, even stirring up the fortunes of the White Bone Sect.

"wrong!"

His eyes shone with a dark light, piercing through layers of magical restrictions, and landed in a tomb filled with soul lamps.

So many disciples have perished?!
What exactly happened at Jiuquan Mountain?

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

A strange laugh came from the possessed white bone demon god, and Yuan Hai's expression changed, with dark and sinister magic power flowing around his body.

They marched towards the depths of the White Bone Demon God to suppress it.

"You old codger, this is no longer your time!"

Acacia sect.

On the soft bed, a voluptuous female cultivator, with a figure like a ripe peach, stretched lazily, her eyes languid.

"What happened this time?"

"Buzz!"

As the six desires of the mortal world flowed and the Mirror of Ultimate Bliss rose, Yin Yue's expression became strange.

"Has something changed at Jiuquan Mountain?"

"Did Xuan Yang Mountain take all the wealth and resources from those lowly maids of Biyue Pavilion?"

"good!
good! "

"That old bastard Tian Quezi rarely speaks the truth. This Qingyangzi Fang Yi is indeed a remarkable person."
However, things have come to this point.

Her phoenix eyes closed slightly, a look of apprehension appearing on her face.

"The great clouds are rising and surging; if we are not careful, we may attract the attention of the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Zoroastrianism."
Let me consider a marriage alliance with Xuan Yang Mountain.”

Xuanyang Mountain.

Tianji Peak is shrouded in mist and clouds, with cranes soaring gracefully among the clouds, and a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down.

"I misjudged him."

Inside the Star-Picking Tower, a hoarse voice rang out. Tian Quezi held a dove-shaped staff, with five-colored spiritual light outlining behind him, and the Qi Luck Treasure Map was evolving.

Two streams of energy, one gray and one black, flowed together, transforming into a bottomless abyss and the gloomy Spirit Mountain.

"The Soul Abyss of Sudu Mountain and Li Mountain, these two places truly harbor hidden monsters."

"The current situation at Jiuquan Mountain is a result of the harmonious interaction of the three factions, which is stirring up a storm of change."
Fang Yi's actions were even more outstanding than previously anticipated.

"In that case," Tian Quezi murmured softly. "With such an outstanding junior, it's time for this old man to set off."
After a thousand years of planning, the final move has finally been made.

(End of this chapter)