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

Chapter 840 Huo Zhao's Resolute Action, the Moon Transformation Formation Breaks

A six-pointed plum blossom phantom appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. With the help of his position as the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, he could vaguely sense the interplay of the three sects' energies in the unseen realm.
"Imperial Decree: The Method of Observing the Cycle of Fortune!"

He took a step forward, his azure robe fluttering in the wind. Amidst the battle between the three sects' cultivators, the trend of fortune, which only a Celestial Master could discern, appeared in his eyes.

Strands of pure white light rolled and swirled, converging from all directions like a hundred rivers flowing together, creating a series of wondrous phenomena.

The young man, with a determined look on his face, was refining elixirs and gathering herbs; the spirit farmer, holding a long hoe, was cultivating the spiritual fields.

The hunched-over teacher, holding a scroll, sat on the altar, preaching, teaching, and resolving doubts.
Within the sea of ​​clouds and aura, numerous strange phenomena constantly changed. Finally, the phenomena collapsed, and a gray, dark sun rose, illuminating all directions.

The sinister, skeletal demon god sat cross-legged within, his eyes gleaming with a dark and gloomy light.

Under the setting sun, clear springs flowed, and a precious flag fluttered over the sea, causing the long, blue river to flow endlessly from west to east.

This is a change in the fortune of the Jade Water Pavilion, with a hint of the long river drying up.

Meanwhile, the crimson sun, symbolizing Xuan Yang Mountain, was gradually spread across the surface by the writhing energy of the Yin Corpse.

Despite their desperate struggles, they were bound by chains and unable to move.

"wrong.
Even if Xuan Yang Mountain is in dire straits, it shouldn't be so suppressed that it has no power to resist whatsoever.
Tianque, Chimei, and that eight-hundred-year-old fire-swallowing tortoise—none of them are ordinary.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then formed the Wood Seal, the Withering and Flourishing Seal, and the Immovable Seal with his slender index finger.
"The cycle of flourishing and decay is observed through the interplay of qi (vital energy)!"

"Wow!"

A wisp of profound spiritual energy, like silkworm silk, flowed from the withered and flourishing banner of the dantian realm and merged into the eyes.

Above the crimson sun, a layer of hazy starlight emerged, outlining a handsome cultivator with silver hair, holding a scroll of the Eight Trigrams.

"The founder of the Tianji Peak sect, the Five-Watch Master?"

Looking at the young cultivator who resembled the jade statue enshrined in the Ancestral Hall, Fang Yi whispered.

"die!"

A hint of spirituality appeared in the handsome cultivator's silent eyes, and his slender, white fingers extended out seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

A series of starlight lights up, evolving into the dipper-shaped Big Dipper.

The stars form the handle, and the condensed energy forms the sword; its mysteries are extraordinary.

The sounds of sacrificial rites echoed in the darkness, and figures of ancient people in feathered robes and tall hats appeared.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death, and the constellation Orion governs life and death; this is called the 'Sword of Death from the Northern Dipper'."

The Starlight Ancient Sword's energy receded, transforming into a seven-foot-long sword, with the seven stars of Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang lighting up one by one.

"Those who covet my Xuan Yang Qi will die!"

Wugengzi's eyes were cold and ruthless as he held a long sword and slashed down at Fang Yi's soul.

"A near-fourth-tier cultivation-based killing technique?!"

Fang Yi was horrified, his soul pounding. An unseen sense told him that taking this sword strike would surely mean certain death.

"As expected, the Fifth Patriarch of Xuanyang Mountain laid a contingency plan under the fundamental fortune of the sect."

Even if a late-stage Core Formation Grandmaster were to spy on them, under the Northern Dipper's Death-Devouring Sword, there would be no chance of survival.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

Fang Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a tremor in his sleeve, the Shennong and Tiangong commands, two of the three commands of the sect leader, were activated.

Then, with a flick of the finger, the Plum Blossom Divination Technique was activated, and the six-cornered plum blossom branches twisted and turned.

The illusory image of the Pure Yang Treasure Scroll, which caused the flow of crimson gold runes throughout its body, vanished in a flash.

"Buzz!"

The sword, poised to strike, paused, its sharpness concealed.

A touch of spirituality emerged in Wugengzi's cold and ruthless gaze, reflecting Fang Yi's scene.

"Sect Leader Xuanyang?"

"Oh!"

The handsome cultivator vanished in a wisp of spiritual light, and the Big Dipper Death-Binding Sword in his hand transformed into a streak of starlight as he slashed out.

"To unite the soul with the sea of ​​destiny, severing all ties to the next life," Fang Yi murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with admiration.

In the world of cultivation, reincarnation does exist, and there are many stubborn cultivators who awaken their past lives and embark on the path of cultivation again.

The soul merges with the sea of ​​destiny, protecting the Xuan Yang Qi, thus completely severing the possibility of reincarnation.

"This Fifth Watch Ancestor is truly a ruthless character."

His gaze shifted, passing through layers of magical restrictions, and landed on a dark sun outside the Xuan Yin Hua Yue Grand Array.

"The Big Dipper's Death-Inflicting Sword, a near-fourth-tier cultivation-level killing technique, is unleashed. I wonder which cultivator will benefit from it."

"Ok?"

Outside the island in the lake, in a pink ancient building, decadent music echoed, and Yin Yue, who was in seclusion for cultivation, was suddenly awakened.

"A top-tier Grandmaster has made a move?"

"wrong!
If a great master is involved, they shouldn't have kept it from me.
"One abyss wasn't enough, now other demons and monsters have appeared?"

Her fingertips reacted, and a wisp of purple energy rose, transforming into an armored Pixiu surrounded by purple light.

The armored Pixiu leaped up, its fur bristling, then lay prostrate on the ground, growling in terror toward the island in the middle of the lake.

"Fang Yi?"

Yin Yue was still in shock and doubt, her expression shifting between light and dark.

"How could a mere sect leader possess such power to be excited by a Pixiu? It must be a top-tier divine ability of luck."
Fang Yi has exceptional talent in medicine, and advancing to the third-tier superior level is already difficult enough; where would he get such luck and supernatural abilities?

Xuanyang Mountain!
Xuan Yang Mountain must have another plan. My previous guess was correct. There is only one thing that Guang Sheng values ​​so much.”

"The Path of the Nascent Soul!"

"Impossible. Even in the Great Yu, where spiritual energy is abundant and opportunities far surpass those of the Great Yun Immortal Cultivation World, achieving the Nascent Soul stage is extremely difficult."

Fourth-order spiritual vein, Nascent Soul spirit object, Dao lineage inheritance.
There's nothing on Xuan Yang Mountain, and it's even suppressed by the Zoroastrian sect. How is that possible?!

"Roar!"

As the purple aura churned and the aura of good fortune flowed, the armored Pixiu, its face filled with terror, instantly shrank into a ball, trembling with fear.

It sensed the dark place, and the seven stars of Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang lit up one by one, and the aura of death rushed in, roaring and warning wildly.

"Roar!!"

"Roar!!!!"

"Is that really the case?!"

"No wonder the plan has been kept secret for so many years. It is based on the sect's fortune and evolves into a magical power of killing."
Even the Great Master couldn't bear it; with no one to testify since he's dead, who could possibly leak this information?

Yin Yue gave a wry smile, her face showing helplessness. Then, with a wave of her sleeve, a pink spiritual light slashed down.

"Zheng!"

A hazy Daoist aura flowed and entered the soul, erasing the memories related to the Nascent Soul.

As if sensing Yin Yue's understanding, a plain white banner emerged from the aura of the aura, with white lotus blossoms hanging down.

"Buzz!"

Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji. The stars are dimming.

A few moments.

Yin Yue opened her dazed eyes, feeling a faint pain in her soul, and skillfully took out a pill and swallowed it.

Is there anything that cannot be known through spying?

"The Green Wood Palace 230 years ago, and Lishan 120 years ago."
Is this Xuanyang Mountain?

Suppressing her restless spirit, she smiled helplessly.

"This auspicious purple aura spirit body is very beneficial for me to gather opportunities, but my cultivation is insufficient; great opportunities can turn into disasters."
The most exceptional opportunities in the cultivation world are beyond the reach of even a Core Formation cultivator.

"Only by breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm and attaining the True Monarch rank can one unleash the Auspicious Purple Qi Spiritual Body without restraint."

"Indeed, it is a spirit from the Path of Fortune, capable of bringing good fortune and avoiding misfortune—truly mysterious."
Yin Yue used this opportunity to accumulate many opportunities.

On the small island in the lake, sensing the half-dead, pale-skinned Changsun Jie behind him, he instinctively felt hostility towards Yin Yue.
Fang Yi's eyes darkened slightly as he recalled what he had just seen in the sea of ​​fortune clouds.

Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, he sensed the most crucial secret of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Both Tian Dao and He Huan have contingency plans left by their sect's founders, which influence the sect's fortune."

If the White Bone Sect and the Azure Water Pavilion were the same...
The entire situation in Da Yun has always been in the hands of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Even so, Xuan Yangshan proceeded with extreme caution, scheming and calculating, as if walking on thin ice.

His eyes were deep and thoughtful as he sighed.

"This is the power of a Nascent Soul True Monarch. No matter how deep one's understanding of the Dao of Heaven is, one can only survive by squeezing through the cracks."

Having lived for a thousand years, it is involved in the changes of the universe and possesses the power to move mountains and overturn seas, and can subdue ten celestial beings with its power.

Even in the ancient times, when spiritual energy was abundant and various paths vied for supremacy, such a powerful being would be considered a remarkable figure.

Fang Yi suppressed his thoughts and looked at the photographic mirror. Hu Lei and Xiao Changce had already made their move.

However, Yun Hui and Miao Yun activated their magical treasures to stop them, causing flames to blaze across the sky and the mighty river to surge.

His gaze shifted to Huo Zhaofa's body, whose abdomen was faintly bloodshot, whose breath was weak, and whose face was deathly pale.

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi unleashed the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, his eyes immediately hardening.

"The Crimson Eyebrows have the Nascent Soul path paved by the ancestor Xuan Yang, and so do I."
The Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing is incomplete. The Mysterious Heavenly Spirit Vine can supplement the Way of Yi Wood, but progress is still slow.

This path of body refinement is also a path, and it should not be abandoned.

"The Two-Nine Mysterious Technique, even without advancing to the fourth rank using this method, can solidify the foundation and transform into essential essence during the process of condensing and nourishing an infant."

Outside the Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation, eight hundred dark chains stretched across the sky, flickering with yin fire.

Crimson light billowed from the metallic-lustered Heavenly Copper Pillar, and the Heavenly Furnace pressed down, repelling Youquan Baozhu, Ruan Xiang, and others.

As the crimson light descended, Xu Qingshe's robes fluttered, and his concerned gaze fell upon the agile Huo Zhao.

His gaze lingered on his lower abdomen, and he sighed inwardly. He then took out a crimson pill bottle from his sleeve.

The bottle tilted, and a pill the size of a longan slipped out and was fed into Huo Zhao's mouth.

"Gulu!"

With a swallowing sound, Huo Zhao regained some of his senses, his face showing bitterness.

"Uncle Xu, is there no hope for my injuries?"

A fleeting look of pity crossed Xu Qingshe's eyes as he whispered words of advice.

"Senior Brother Fang is skilled at refining his natal medicinal energy and healing injuries to the dantian's vital energy."

We'll need to see what happens next before we can make a final decision. Let's return to the formation first, and then we can discuss other matters.

"Walk?

Don't think about it! "

Fei Xinyuan, who had been watching for a long time, saw the crimson escape light rise and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He had gone to great lengths to ambush and severely injure Huo Zhao, so how could he allow Xu Qingshe to save him, thus ruining his efforts?

Looking at the sun suspended in the sky, he felt fear in his heart. If he failed in his duties, would he be refined into the Hall of Bones?

Putting himself in the other's shoes, if his disciples messed up the tasks he was given, he would surely have an extra main soul added to his Thousand Soul Banner.

"I am no match for Xu Qingshe, but..."

"Pfft!"

Fei Xinyuan bent his knees and knelt before the Hall of White Bones, speaking respectfully.

"The Xuan Yang cultivators are vicious! Please, Master, bestow upon us the Yin Soul White Bone Sword!"

In the Hall of White Bones, Yuan Hai, who was sitting cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy, opened his sleepy eyes, and a three-foot-long gleam shot out from them.

His cold divine sense reached out and watched as more than ten Core Formation cultivators fought on the Heavenly Copper Pillar, the water churning and rising and falling.

The spiritual light of the blue, black, red, yellow, and dark magical treasures clashed and collided.

"He managed to persuade the cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion in less than ten days; he does have some ability and is a decent servant."

"Did they severely injure a Core Formation cultivator?"

Yuan Hai's lips curled slightly, his wicked eyes still regarding Fang Yi and Yin Yue as turtles in a jar, food on a plate.

"If you had fled immediately, I could only choose one of Yin Yue and Fang Yi as my food."
Now that the formation is locked, any struggle they make is nothing more than a death throes.

His white bone armor writhed, the mechanism clicked, gears turned, the breastplate collapsed, and a lifelike Yuan Jin Cicada Gu flew out.

"The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows."

The Corpse Gu Technique: Cicada Awakening!

"squeak!"

The piercing chirping of cicadas filled the air, and dark golden spiritual light flowed, causing changes in the flow of fortune and evolving into a scroll depicting the fierce battle between the fortunes of the three factions.

Under the suppression of the Netherworld Sun, which evolved from its own destiny, Yuan Hai ran rampant without restraint.

The crimson sun that Xuan Yang Mountain transformed into struggled several times, but was bound by the Yin patterns.

His gaze shifted, and he saw wisps of water gathering, transforming into a long river that swept towards and annihilated the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"good.
With the introduction of the Jade Water Pavilion, and with Yu Yuanzi restraining Tian Quezi, the successor of the Fifth Watch, the vastness of the Great Cloud is mine to roam freely.

"In that case, let's add fuel to the fire and pry open this Mysterious Yin Transformation Moon Formation."

Feeling his magic power recover slightly, his body lost some of its stiffness, and with a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a magic seal.

"Zheng!"

In the empty hall, two ghostly white bone swords, one green and one white, rang out with a clanging sound, exuding a murderous aura.

"go with!"

He watched as the two ghostly white bone swords fell, hovering in front of him, emitting a cold light.

Fei Xinyuan was overjoyed and immediately raised the Thousand Soul Banner, which shimmered with a ghostly light.

As he channeled his magical power, he unleashed a magical seal.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The mournful cries echoed, and the banners of the wandering spirits tumbled and transformed into a three-legged bronze furnace, refining each wandering spirit into soul liquid.

"Tick!"

The Azure Soul Liquid fell and merged seamlessly with the Yin Soul White Bone Sword. Fei Xin's primordial spirit trembled, sensing the terrifying killing intent of the flying sword.

"You have killed countless people; one sword could take my life!"

This is the sect's most treasured artifact?
"Truly worthy of being the sect's prized treasure, refined over a thousand years to suppress its destiny."

Seeing that Xu Qingshe was protecting Huo Zhao and was constantly retreating towards the formation under Ruan Xiang's entanglement, he dared not be negligent.

He awkwardly formed a magic seal with his hand.

"White Bones Sever Souls, Imperial Decree!"

"cut!"

"Zheng!"

Two deep, cold sword lights, one blue and one white, slashed down, their sword beams flickering and swirling, repelling the furnace of heaven and earth, yet their momentum remained undiminished.

"not good!
Huo Zhao's dantian was severely damaged, making it difficult for him to mobilize his magical power. He was now even weaker than a pseudo-core cultivator.
Senior Brother Fang, even Grand Master Yin Yue is being watched closely by Yuan Hai and is unable to make a move.

Xu Qingshe's expression changed, his robes fluttered in the wind, and the gilded spiritual fire in his hand ignited, transforming into a swaying fire lotus.

"The Lotus Burning Technique!"

"Don't even think about it!" Ruan Xiangxing's yellow dress flashed by, her eyes bloodshot, as she cast a series of magic seals, with water flowing gently.

With each breath, the water beneath her feet surged, tinged with a scarlet hue, transforming into a surging spiritual river with turbulent undercurrents.

"Nine-Bend Spirit River Method"

"boom!"

The gilded spiritual flames surged through the spiritual river, gaining the upper hand, but were held back and unable to break free for the time being.

Meanwhile, Xiao Changce and Hu Lei were also being held back by Xuanzhi, Yunhui, and Yufengzi at all costs.

The Azure Lotus Banner fluttered without wind, and the Pearl of the Vast Ocean swallowed the tides. Even with Qin Yu and Li Heng joining forces, they could barely hold off Xuan Mei, Yin Gui, and Xue Chi.

'What a pity, Huo Zhao is likely to be in grave danger.'

The essence and blood of a third-tier body-refining cultivator are a great tonic for the Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

Bloodtooth's eyes showed regret. As always, he activated the Crimson Pearl, restrained his magic power, and engaged in a fierce battle with Qin Yu and the other two.

In the battle of wits between the great immortals, top-grade magic treasures were unleashed, including the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, the Blissful Treasure Mirror, the Creation Banner, and the Yin Soul White Bone Sword.
Although he has some resources, he cannot afford to waste them here.

"Zheng!"

The sword light rang out, and looking at the piercing sword light, Huo Zhao smiled bitterly to himself. Each of the Core Formation cultivators in Xuan Yang had their own opponents.

Although Xu Qingshe was strong, Ruan Xiang disregarded her own injuries and focused all her efforts on targeting him.

"Is my cultivation over?"

"Two Yin Soul White Bone Swords sent me on my way, which shows they value me. Ordinary Core Formation cultivators don't receive such treatment."

He looked at Fei Xinyuan's smug smile and Ruan Xiang's arrogant expression, his heart burning with rage.

"Bastard!
"If I'm going to die, I'll splatter blood all over your face!"

"The Tao becomes twenty-nine, the Dharma goes against all the apertures, and the blood explodes."

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his meridians, Huo Zhao reversed his magical power, causing his face and pupils to contort, and an explosive aura spread from his magical body.
"Hehehe, you want to perish together with me? Do you think you're your master, Qingyangzi?"

dream! "

Ruan Xiang's eyes were cold, her lotus steps swayed lightly, and a hazy scene appeared, her body splitting into three.

Huo Zhao scanned the area with his divine sense, sensing the identical aura, and despair appeared on his face.

Master Fang Yi and Yin Yue were locked in the Abyss Sea, restraining each other.

Even his fellow disciples were unable to spare a move. He had only condensed his core a few years ago, and now he was dying silently, becoming a sacrificial offering to the sword?
"Ok?"

A verdant branch spread out, swaying in the wind like a willow, surrounded by vitality, and rolled towards Huo Zhao.

"Qingyangzi, with Grand Master Yuanhai watching, how dare he make such a move without any scruples?"

"Just because you beat me once, you've become arrogant and ignorant?"

Ruan Xiang sneered. If Fang Yi didn't make a move, fine, but once he did, did he really think Yuan Hai was a dead man?
"Zheng!"

As if responding to Ruan Xiang's thoughts, the Yin Soul White Bone Sword's killing intent surged, with two streams of killing intent, one green and one white, rising up.

With a flick of the two swords, fallen leaves flew everywhere, and the sprawling green branches were continuously cut down.

In the blink of an eye, the precious light of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch dimmed, its entire body covered with sword marks, and the protective barrier showed signs of cracking.

"As expected, Yuan Hai is still watching me and Yin Yue," Fang Yi murmured softly as he circulated his magical power on the island in the middle of the lake.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yin Yue, for your help in saving my good-for-nothing disciple."

A pink aura swirled around Yin Yue, who wore a hibiscus-embroidered gold robe and gently waved a mandarin duck fan in her hand, leaning lazily against a large blue stone.

"Fang Yi, the Old Monster of Yuanhai is keeping an eye on Huo Zhao. I have no ability to save him."

After a moment's hesitation, she decided to do Fang Yi a favor, given his past displays of talent.

"At most, I can only stop one Yin Soul White Bone Sword when I take action."

"Any more and we'll run out of steam; you'll have to solve it."

Her eyes were cold as she advised, "Fang Yi, Huo Zhao is merely a Body Refining True Core cultivator at the first level of Core Formation; his future is limited."

Even the sect leader's realm is difficult to reach, so his death is no big deal; we can just cultivate him again.

Once you and I reach our level, even ordinary Core Formation cultivators, if they are willing to spend the time, can eventually be cultivated.

"She's not one of your Golden Core disciples, with a bright future ahead of her. Isn't it worth paying such a high price?"

"Huo Zhao is ultimately my disciple. As his master, how can I watch him perish?"
Afterwards, I restrained the Yin Soul White Bone Sword for three breaths, and I troubled Martial Aunt Yin Yue to help save my disciple's life."

Fang Yi reached out and channeled his hidden blue magic power to protect a gnarled and twisted Azure Spirit Tree.

"It's rare to find a cultivator with a conscience on Xuan Yang Mountain."

Yin Yue paused, her hand holding the mandarin duck and butterfly fan, and a look of appreciation appeared on her face.

Although the Hehuan Sect is an unorthodox sect and acts ruthlessly, who wouldn't want to befriend an upright and virtuous person?

Compared to demonic cultivators, a virtuous gentleman would never stab someone in the back.

"In this way, you can use your skills to freeze the Yin Soul White Bone Sword for a moment."

I will pay a price to entangle those vile women, Yun Hui and Ruan Xiang, and rescue Huo Zhao.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"This Yuanhai is clearly using your disciple as bait. If he fails, don't make another move."

"Thank you for your trouble, Martial Aunt Yin Yue. Fang Yi expresses his gratitude."

Fang Yi's fingertip, a drop of scarlet essence blood, transformed into a ruby-like substance, blending seamlessly with the Azure Spirit Wood behind him, and a beam of azure spiritual light swept down.

"Azure Wood Spirit Divine Light, descend!"

"Wow!"

The dark blue spiritual light, like a sword, flowed with vitality, piercing through layers of magical restrictions, and swept down towards the Yin Soul White Bone Sword.

"Another perfected wondrous technique or supernatural power?"
"Your junior is quite interesting, with a solid foundation, but you underestimate me too much." A light laugh came from Yuan Hai from the Yin Soul White Bone Sword. The sword trembled and easily shattered the Azure Wood Hundred Spirits Divine Light.

Then, a flash of sword light split into two, striking Huo Zhao and Li Heng respectively before emerging.

"The innate Kui Water Spirit Body that has condensed into a Golden Core and the third-level Body Refining True Person with Golden Bones are both excellent spiritual objects."

"Senior Aunt Yin Yue, make your move!"

In the blink of an eye, amidst the divine light of the Azure Wood Spirit, a wisp of scarlet essence blood condensed and fell into the Azure Blood Bodhi branch.

Within the dim, slender branches, a magical barrier shattered in an instant.

The resilient branches stretched and spread, and in an instant, the copper pillar, which was thousands of feet in circumference, transformed into an ancient vine net, layer upon layer.

"puff!"

Two deep, cold sword lights, one blue and one white, swirled around, but were entangled in a fine, dense net, making it temporarily difficult to move.

As the soft, melodious music filled the air, Yin Yue also made her move, unleashing a pink spiritual light. The inverted and enchanting Daoist charm stirred the mind and spirit.

Whether it was Ruan Xiang, whose eyes were bloodshot and filled with hatred, or Yun Hui, who was activating a top-grade magic weapon, or Fei Xinyuan, Yun Zhi, and nearly ten other True Immortals, regardless of gender, they were all bewitched for half a breath.

"Hurry up and move out!"

Don't waste your master's hard work.

"go!"

Xu Qingshe exhaled a breath of turbid air, swept it over the two flying swords crisscrossing the net, and began to cut the vines.

He dared not delay, and with a flick of his sleeve, he escaped into Huo Zhaochao's Xuan Yin Hua Yue formation.

With Bloodtooth, Yin Ghost, and others no longer holding them back, Li Heng and Qin Yu followed closely behind, transforming into streaks of light and escaping.

Xiao Changce gazed at the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, its origin evaporating and its grade declining, with regret in his eyes.

"What a pity."
"Saving a Core Formation cultivator at the cost of damaging a top-grade magic weapon is far too terrible a price to pay."

"does it worth?"

He murmured softly, his temples adorned with a bewitching aura, his figure blurred, and with a few leaps and bounds, he escaped like a serpent's breath.

"boom!"

With a thunderous roar, Master Hu Lei unleashed a bolt of lightning, his imposing figure stepping out of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch and transforming into a streak of green, instantly returning to Fang Yi's hand.

In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain had retreated, leaving the area around the Heavenly Copper Pillar completely empty.

Fei Xinyuan gritted his teeth as he stared at the Xuan Yin Hua Yue formation, his legs trembling, and knelt on the ground.

"This disciple has failed in to fulfill Master's orders; I beg Master's punishment."

"It's not entirely your fault."

A gray spiritual light descended from the sky, evolving into a phantom image of the Abyss Sea, gazing at the Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation.

He chuckled softly.

"A truly upright gentleman has emerged from Xuan Yang Mountain. For the sake of a mere disciple in the early stages of Core Formation, he is willing to sacrifice a top-grade magic weapon."

Hey, that's funny!

Really interesting!
You've lived long enough to see everything.
"How could Wugengzi have such a descendant?"

"However, Huo Zhao was severely injured after losing the Blood Bodhi Branch."

"How long can you, a junior, withstand this Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation?"

"Oh!"

The illusory image of the abyss exploded, transforming into a dark blue mist that seeped into the Yin Soul White Bone Sword.

"Zheng!"

The two deep-cold flying swords, one green and one white, merged into one, transforming into a giant sword a hundred feet long that slashed down.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and mountains trembled, spiritual light emanated everywhere, and several arrays collapsed.

Three of the ten bright moons on the Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation were instantly cut off, and the formation's power dropped by three levels.

The echoing voice of Yuan Hai lingered as he gave the order:

"I have destroyed part of the foundation of the Xuan Yin Hua Yue formation. You should infuse your magic power and activate the Yin Fire to burn away the supernatural powers."

"Having lost a Core Formation cultivator and a high-grade magic weapon for suppression, this formation can only hold out for seven more days at most."

"Yes!"

Fei Xinyuan watched the two Yin Soul White Bone Swords disappear before getting up from the ground and taking out several White Bone Beads.

"I would like to trouble fellow Daoists Ruan Xiang, Yun Hui, and Xuan Zhi to lend a hand."

"Fang Yi ruined my path to enlightenment, but he can help Grand Master Yuanhai take revenge. I couldn't be happier."

Ruan Xiang reached out and scooped up a white bone into her palm, channeling her magical power into it.

"Oh!"

Amidst the crisscrossing formations, the pale, sinister flames on the dark chains of the sealing array, nourished by magical power, surged threefold in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Yu Zhi, Yu Fengzi, and the others also accepted the White Bone Pearl.

As magical power continued to flow in, the sinister flames on the dark chains grew stronger.
Until a limit is reached.

"Wow!"

A gray-feathered fire eagle evolved, and fire snakes, fire dragons, fire crows, and other strange beasts continuously solidified.

After ten breaths.

On each of the three bronze pillars representing Heaven, Earth, and Man, there are several True Immortals who have reached the Core Formation stage, wielding their magical power.

"boom!"

Three pillars of yin fire shot into the sky, intertwined, and transformed into an inverted bowl lid that fell down.

The heatwave rolled in, and the Yin Fire, like a maggot clinging to a bone, continuously seeped into the Xuan Yin Hua Yue formation.

Visibly, the remaining seven moons gradually dimmed.

"Seven days!"

Ruan Xiang, her robes fluttering, took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, held a third-tier Ascension Pill under her tongue, and her eyes shone with excitement.

"In just seven days, Fang Yi, your life and death will come to an end."

What good is exceptional talent in medicine?
So what if he's the sect leader?
"Even Grandmaster Yin Yue could be easily defeated in the Abyss Sea, let alone a Sect Master."

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Fang Yi stroked the withered branches, exhaling a stream of elixir to nourish the precious barrier.

The spiritual light of the Blood Bodhi Branch was restored by one-third, and its energy no longer declined, but the broken treasure seal was difficult to recover.

He pondered for a moment as he felt the pale, eerie fire transform into a furnace, with fire beasts surging and constantly refining the formation.

"Uncle-Master Lao Yinyue, simply retract the Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation to protect the island in the lake from being refined by the Yin Fire."
Under the tempering of Yin Fire, the smaller the protective range of the formation, the less mana it consumes.

"Can!"

A pink spiritual light shot out, and the Blissful Treasure Mirror floated in the moonlight, while the Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation continuously contracted.

After the magic array covered only the island in the middle of the lake, Yin Yue's phoenix eyes swept over the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, and she was surprised.

She hadn't expected Fang Yi to be so decisive, immediately destroying the protective barrier and leaving without probing her.

It is known that Yuan Hai was in seclusion and did not make a direct move, so there is still a 30-40% chance that he retained the quality of a high-grade magic weapon.

Instead of completely falling into the category of mid-grade magic treasures.

The power of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch differs by a full twofold due to the difference in the level of a single protective barrier.

'But if not, there are those in the deep sea secretly watching, waiting for them to come to them.'
It seems that even if Huo Zhao cannot save him, one or two more Core Formation disciples will also be lost.

Once you make a move, go all out; don't hold back sometimes.

Yin Yue shook her head slightly, waved her sleeves, and summoned a melody that resonated around the ancient building.

"I am going into seclusion to recuperate."

With the help of the lowly maidservant from the Jade Water Pavilion, the Mysterious Yin Transformation Moon Formation can only last for a maximum of seven days.

You all better behave yourselves.

"Oh!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the ancient building's main gate closed, leaving only a pink mist surrounding the building, with soft, seductive music faintly audible.

Xiao Changze pondered for a moment, then transmitted his thoughts.

'Fang Yi, if reinforcements from the sect do not arrive within seven days, do not hesitate to disregard your disciple.'
Preserve their lives; as long as they live, there are always new disciples who can be trained.
So what if my disciple is a Golden Core cultivator?

Potential is always just potential. It's not like Da Yun didn't perish with his Golden Core, his body died and his Dao vanished, and his potential became nothing.

You are so young, with a lifespan of only two hundred years, yet you possess the combat strength of a sect leader. Do not jeopardize your promising path due to a momentary decision.

After saying this, Xiao Changce pulled Hu Lei away. Xuan Yang Mountain had not come to their aid for a long time, and he also had to consider his own life.

"Heng'er, Yu'er, after a series of battles today, you should step back and rest well."

Today is just the beginning.

An even more brutal battlefield awaits in seven days.

Fang Yi waved for his disciple to leave.

Qin Yu and Li Heng exchanged a glance, looked at Huo Zhao with concern, then bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Although the two were worried about Huo Zhao's injuries, they also knew that staying there would be of no use.

Xu Qingshe frowned slightly upon seeing this, and turned the ancient bronze ring on the index finger of his left hand.

He looked at Huo Zhao with pity. As a master of alchemy, how could he not know the severity of the damage to the true elixir in his dantian?

It's already incredibly fortunate that they survived, especially considering Fang Yiling's superb medical skills.

As for future advancements in cultivation?

Just daydreaming.
"Senior Brother Fang, Green Snake will go first."

"Green Snake, please."

After watching Xu Qingshe leave, only the two of them remained in the empty center of the island.

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The island was silent, with only the occasional breeze rustling the bamboo leaves, carrying a faint sigh of sorrow.

Looking at the handsome cultivator standing by the armrest, Huo Zhao gritted his teeth and spoke.

“Master, my true core has been destroyed, there is no need to waste your energy on me.”

Not worth it

"Are you giving up now?"

Fang Yi wore a blue lotus crown and a blue cloud robe. Under the moonlight, his face looked even more handsome.

"Huo Zhao cultivated for over a hundred years, enduring countless dangers, before finally condensing a perfectly round true elixir."

"After enduring so much hardship, taking so many risks, and teetering on the brink of life and death, you're just going to give up like this?"

What good will it do if we don't give up?

Despite the excruciating pain in his meridians, Huo Zhao channeled his magical power.

He opened his mouth and spat out a crimson pill, its shell covered with cracks, from which his vital essence occasionally leaked out.

"The shell of the elixir is broken, and the essence of the elixir has leaked out."

"After that, let alone any improvement in cultivation, with such a decline in magical power, even if I don't take action, I can only maintain it for three years."

“Master, I have also studied the Way of Spiritual Healing, so I naturally know about the damage to the essence of the True Elixir.”

Even you, it's too late to turn the tide.

"Too late to reverse the situation?"

Fang Yi chuckled lightly, and a wisp of azure light rose from his fingertip, transforming into Azure Sky Treasure Qi that fell down.

The wisps of medicinal fragrance filled the cracks in the shell of the true elixir, causing the essence of the elixir to leak out and momentarily stagnate.

"Zhao'er, you haven't yet formed your core, and your cultivation is not yet fully stable."

This is why you were so easily and severely injured by Ruan Xiang, and it is also the last glimmer of hope for your future.

It all depends on whether you're willing to take a gamble and rebuild from the ashes.

"Destroy and then stand?"

Huo Zhao looked puzzled. How could one talk about rebuilding something after it has been broken since the True Core was damaged?

“Master, Ruan Xiang’s attack was insidious and vicious, and my foundation has been severely damaged.”

Even though the Crimson Essence Transformation Technique is extremely profound, it is useless against me.

"You alone are of no use."

"With the true core damaged, I can no longer control its essence. Once the true core is gone, my cultivation will plummet, and whether I can maintain it for even ten years will be a question."

A wisp of spiritual light rose from Fang Yi's fingertip, transforming into azure silk that entered Huo Zhao's acupoints.

It caused him severe pain in his meridians, causing him to become stagnant.

"As your master refines his natal medicinal energy, you, Uncle Xu Qingshe, are not far from refining your elixir root."

"With the protection of a third-tier superior-grade spiritual healer and a third-tier superior-grade alchemist, you have a sliver of hope."

"However, it is only a sliver of hope: to shatter the True Core and integrate the Core Formation power into the Dao Foundation."

Fang Yi's expression was solemn, revealing in no way the hardships he had endured in rebuilding from the ashes.

Completing the [Two Nine Mysterious Techniques] is arduous; if Huo Zhao cannot give everything, he will fight to the bitter end.

He also won't give it his all.

"Zhao'er, if you are willing to take a gamble, I will help you shatter your true core."

However, the power of a Core Formation cultivator far surpasses that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, after which it is integrated into the Dao Foundation.

If you wish to break through to the Core Formation Realm, you will need to refine a Golden Core.

Only a perfectly formed, top-grade elixir, combining the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, can potentially refine the power of elixir formation.

Fang Yi's eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, but rather a deep, unwavering gaze. He neither offered any words of advice nor added fuel to the fire.

"If Zhao'er is unwilling, I can use a secret technique to preserve part of her cultivation at the cost of her pills being downgraded to fake."

Although the lifespan of a pseudo-core cultivator is less than that of a true core cultivator (five hundred years), they still enjoy a lifespan of sixty years.

This is two full cycles of sixty years longer than the Foundation Establishment stage, more than one hundred and twenty years.

"With my guidance, you will be able to establish your own family and pass on your bloodline."

"Master, your disciple is willing to fight to the death!" Huo Zhao's eyes were resolute.

"Huo Zhao, have you thought this through?" Fang Yi spoke, his magical power flowing freely, his voice booming like a bell, directly shaking the soul.

"The final gamble is perilous, demanding almost harsh standards from a cultivator's Dao heart, foundation, and spiritual sense."

If you fail, you are very likely to die on the spot.

If one condenses a false elixir, one can enjoy a lifespan of sixty years. With the help of a master, the dangers are almost zero, making it a hundred times better than shattering the elixir and rebuilding.

Moreover, the sect's top-tier body-refining techniques are incomplete. If you want to condense your golden core, the only way is to complete the [Two-Nine Mystic Technique].

This skill was passed down from the ancient Half-Daoist and is known as the best in the sect for body refinement.

But the pain of being incomplete is known to all, and Zhao'er may not be able to make up for it.

"Master! What good is it to transform from true to false, condense a false elixir, and enjoy a lifespan of sixty years?"
Without any progress in cultivation, one is nothing more than a corpse waiting to die.

Huo Zhao suddenly looked up, his eyes glistening with a do-or-die determination.

"This disciple does not wish to be a mere corpse-guarding ghost, clinging to life."

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

Fang Yi waved his hand, his eyes revealing appreciation.

With a slender fingertip, a wisp of natal medicinal energy rose and fell into Huo Zhao's crimson elixir.

Nourished by the medicinal energy refined by the essence of a hundred herbs, the cracks on the shell of the pill are as if coated with a thin film.

The swirling azure mist completely sealed off the leakage of the dantian essence, while also allowing the absorption of some spiritual energy.

"This is?"

Feeling the true essence restore a wisp of wood nature, Huo Zhao cautiously shuddered, his divine sense greedily plunging into it.

A few breaths later, his complexion was refreshed.

"Master is nurturing my true core as a spiritual object."

"Afterwards, when the core is broken, there is no need to consider the spirituality or vitality of the true core."

After gradually turning to wood, the leakage of elixir essence can be completely prevented.

Fang Yi spoke calmly.

"You should carefully study the Crimson Essence Transformation Method. After the matter in the Nine Springs Abyss is resolved, your master will help you break through the elixir."

"Yes, disciple thanks Master for his guidance." Huo Zhao bowed deeply, his face showing gratitude.

Seven days later.

"boom!"

As the Yin Fire rose and the pale spiritual flames licked at it, the spiritual light of the Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation dimmed and receded once more.

The island in the middle of the lake has once again retreated by half, leaving only a central area of ​​300 zhang in diameter, which is enveloped by a silver magic array.

Fei Xinyuan was thrilled. After swallowing a Rejuvenation Pill, he continued to squeeze the power in his dantian to activate the Yin Fire Burning Divine Power.

Ruan Xiang's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred, as she murmured softly.

"Soon."
"It's almost over. Fang Yi has laid a trap; you are doomed this time!"

Surrounded by a swirling emerald green vortex, the Hall of White Bones exhales spiritual energy.

In the spacious hall, white bone lamps adorned the space, their tiny flames flickering.

As the Xuan Yin Transformation Moon Formation shrank once again, the moons symbolizing the foundation crumbled one after another.

"The day of victory has finally arrived."

On the futon, Yuan Hai's gaze was like lightning, his divine sense flowing, falling like shackles. Two Yin Soul White Bone Swords swam beside him, emitting bloodthirsty sword cries.

Once the formation is broken, that will be the time for him to make his move, seize the great medicine, and repair his foundation.

"Fang Yi, a third-tier superior spiritual healer who cultivates the Way of Wood Life, and Yin Yue, who possesses the Spirit Body of the Way of Fortune."

There's also Xiao Changce, who refines his own fragrant flesh; Li Heng, a Golden Core cultivator of the Water Path; and Qin Yu, a Golden Core cultivator of the Wood Path.
Hu Lei, who was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, was also a person with a profound foundation and abundant essence and blood.

"Gulu."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes, greedy as a glutton, reflected the restless cultivators on the island in the middle of the lake.

"It must be said that Wugengzi's descendants are all incredibly delicious."
Xuan Yang truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect in the Great Yun Dynasty; all the True Persons within its ranks are individuals with profound foundations.

Island in the middle of the lake.

Inside the bamboo house, Xiao Changce stroked the small, exquisite snake in his hand, pacing back and forth, feeling troubled.

"The Profound Yin Transformation Moon Formation is about to break; where is the sect's support?"

Within the ancient building surrounded by pink spiritual light, Yin Yue frowned, feeling her vital energy plummet once again.

Her mind was in turmoil, and she felt vaguely uneasy.

"Won't we be outmaneuvered by Tian Que again?"
That old bastard is extremely despicable, ruthless, and heartless. It wouldn't be surprising if he schemed against me again.

Among the remaining bamboo houses.

Xu Qingshe's eyes were slightly closed. He held the furnace in his hand, focused his energy in his dantian, and sat cross-legged.

Unlike Yin Yue and Xiao Changce's worries, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back in the continuous bamboo forest, his eyes gleaming.

Having come this far from Xuanyang Mountain, there's no way we can give up now.

He suddenly turned his head, and an old man with white hair, holding a dove-shaped cane, came into view.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Uncle Tianque."

Tian Quezi, draped in starlight, lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Young man, how can you be so sure that I would come here?"

Fang Yi remained calm and said, "The sect's plan has reached its final stage, but it's missing a sufficiently substantial sacrificial offering."

Haha, the younger generation is truly formidable.
The younger generation is truly formidable!

Tian Quezi looked kind and praised.

"Fang Yi, you are indeed several times better than You Tai."

"Come with me. How much opportunity you can seize this time depends on your resources."

(End of this chapter)