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

Chapter 882 Fish in a Jar
When the Nine-Bend Immortal patted his storage bag, the spiritual light of the Earth element flowed like water, and a scroll depicted layered mountains and the Yellow River surging, a formation diagram that swallowed and exhaled the power of the Earth element.

"Crash!"

The array expanded to a distance of a hundred miles, and three brown springs appeared, gushing forth turbid water.

"A superior-grade, third-tier Wuyang Ancient Formation. Please, Fellow Daoist Lu Xiaozi, appraise it."

"Nine bends!"

Deer Demon stood on the altar, gripped the Withered and Flourishing Staff tightly, and stared at Nine-Bend Immortal with cold eyes, like a venomous snake.

"Do you really think that Xuan Yang Mountain will let your affair with me go unpunished?"

"Hey!"

Nine-Bend True Man's eyes showed helplessness as Xu Qingshe brought three Core Formation True Man to his door.

He was also helpless.
“Fellow Daoist Jiuqu, my Xuan Yang Mountain has migrated to the Great Yu Dynasty. This barren land of Dayun is of little value.”
I hereby guarantee with my personal integrity that I will not pursue any past offenses.

A scepter-like seal, neither perfectly round nor perfectly flat, appeared between Fang Yi's eyebrows, rotating like a gear.

The banner of the Void Realm of Withering and Flourishing rises, with five colors of spiritual light—blue, red, white, yellow, and black—flowing and instantly sweeping down.

"Hmph!"

Lu Xiaozi snorted coldly, his face solemn, watching You Xishan holding the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram and the Big Dipper, who had already put Chen Yuhua at a disadvantage.

Ultimately, his cultivation level was a notch below that of the Netherfire Sword; if it weren't for the assistance of the Netherfire Sword, the situation would have been even worse.

Zhang Hengyi
A crystal-clear jade ruler appeared in his hand, its dark blue witch-like patterns entwined like the roots of an old tree.

The jade ruler trembled slightly, releasing a chilling aura of wood energy, echoing the sounds of sacrifice, and filling the world with a wild and untamed spirit.

"The Treasure of Extreme Wood".
"Witchcraft lineage"

Lu Xiaozi gazed deeply at the coffin of his offspring, then glanced at the Bloodtooth that was activating the Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

A master-level True Person and a mid-stage Core Formation Realm expert joined forces.

At most, they would entangle Zhang Hengyi, leaving them no time to attend to anything else.

"Wow"

The moss-covered robes rustled violently, decaying, withering, and rotting. One after another, wisps of energy emerged and outlined themselves.

It eventually evolved into a dimly lit temple.

"Imperial Decree: The Wooden-Withered Ritual!"

The Deer Demon Child's Staff of Withered Glory, emanating demonic energy, slammed down towards Fang Yi's head.

"A formation master who has recently broken through to the seventh level of Core Formation, and a puppeteer who relies on external objects."

What gave you the audacity to scheme against me?!

Fang Yi's brow pivoted in the Dharma seal, five-colored spiritual light flowed around him, and his five fingers formed invisible divine consciousness into threads.

"Puppet Technique: One Hundred Strikes!"

Yuan Hai, clad in bone armor with horns pointing skyward, stepped out amidst a gray mist, his five fingers clenching into fists, waving his palms, striking with his elbows, and bending his knees.
"Boom!" One palm strike after another rained down. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"Oh!"

Nine afterimages bombarded down in succession, causing the Withered Glory Staff to tremble, and a fine crack appeared on the staff.

"kindness?!
How can the puppet's rank be so high? And the puppetry techniques are also problematic.

Deer Demon retrieved the treasure staff. He ran his five fingers over it, and the tender vitality flowed through it, instantly healing the tiny cracks in the staff.

"He does have some background; no wonder he's so bold as to plot against me."

"Whoosh!" Yellow sand swirled and transformed into a one-horned dragon, lunging forward.

"Nine bends?"

Deer Demon frowned slightly, and struck the altar with his Withered Glory Staff, causing a Withered Glory Pearl to rise.

Immediately, tangled antlers sprouted from his forehead, radiating a blue glow, and fine hairs grew on his withered skin.

"Since you won't let me leave, then I'll have to bear the consequences."

The training ground expanded instantly, and a vast expanse of demonic clouds rolled and stretched for hundreds of miles, filling the formation.

"Innate Divine Power: Wooden Puppet Technique!"

Hundreds of ancient vines grew from the fur of the deer-like creature, spreading and eventually falling down, turning into moss that clung to it.

"Boom!"

A dark yellow demonic aura gathered, ancient vines twisted and intertwined, and a human figure was vaguely visible.

头颅
脖颈
skeleton
躯干
Limbs
The fluorescent ancient fern grew wildly on the surface of the vigorous ancient vine, transforming into skin, and the spiritual power of the Earth element was absorbed.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, and the three puppets, entangled in wood and mud, slowly rose to their feet, draped in moss cloaks and surrounded by flowers.

"Fall!" Lu Xiaozi's eyes turned cold, revealing the aura of the eighth level of Core Formation, and he unleashed a magic seal.

The three puppets, their energy linked, simultaneously slammed down with both palms.

"boom!"

The great formation trembled, its runes shook, and a corner of the formation was faintly torn apart. "Wooden Puppet Technique: Three Talents Stance!"

The withered deer-like creature's ten fingers twitched, its fur flying as it unleashed a magic seal.

Clad in moss, the puppet formed from wood and mud, its lantern-sized eyes lighting up, and then its roots rose from its feet.
"Chi~"

Its resilient roots grew and transformed into a dense net, not only binding the attacking unicorn serpent but also stabilizing the Wuyang Ancient Formation.

"After cultivating for eight hundred years, the Deer Demon Child has many hands."
If I were also at the eighth or seventh level of the Core Formation stage, I would have the ability to win.

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, his black robes rustling loudly as he thought, his peripheral vision glancing at the spinning withering and flourishing pearl.

That's it.
This exquisite Daoist philosophy of life and death is the true essence of the "Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing".

'interesting.
My inherited skills allow cultivation up to the Core Formation stage, but there are no further inheritances. Deer Demon Child, on the other hand, has further inheritances but no earlier ones.

The records of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion are accurate. The techniques have been passed down since ancient times and carry a portion of the Daoist tradition and fortune.

Even if it splits into eight directions, it will, by chance, mend itself and become whole again.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, suppressing his fighting spirit, and then his divine senses began to circulate.

Outside the ancient Wuyang Formation.

A crimson aura surrounded the Blood Spring Coffin as it rose, revealing Chi Yin with a youthful face, cradling the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade.
"Zheng!"

An invisible killing intent flowed through the formation, heading straight for Chen Yuhua.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The Netherfire Sword trembled, and its crimson sword light fell, cleaving through a star formation and continuously issuing warnings.

'There is also a weapon of destruction.'

Chen Yuhua's face darkened, and following her senses, she looked around, only to find no one there.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, ready to strike again.

"Clang!" An invisible sound of killing intent struck his ears once more, piercing straight to his soul.

"warn?"

Chen Yuhua scanned the remaining two battlefields with her divine sense.

Deer-Xiao Zi stood on the altar, with rounds of dim, yellow suns rotating behind him. In his hand, the withered and flourishing staff struck and chopped, spreading a decaying and decaying Daoist aura.
With a single strike, he suppressed Fang Yi and Jiu Qu.

On the other side, Bloodtooth and Coffin joined forces, and a Wood Spirit Pearl exhaled demonic energy, surrounded by lush green vitality.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade transformed into a scarlet blade of light, shattering strands of wood-evil energy.

"Zheng"

The purest and most refined killing intent emanated from outside the formation once again. Chen Yuhua sighed helplessly and murmured to herself.

"A weapon of slaughter even more refined than the Netherfire Sword, it is held by at least one mid-stage Core Formation cultivator."

Pity.
Instinctively relying on the power of the demon race, they established a foothold in Sudu Mountain.

"Bad luck."

Chen Yuhua brushed her five fingers across the Netherfire Sword, nourishing it with her essence blood, causing the Yin Fire Daoist aura to surge.

"cut!"

"Zheng!"

The eerie green sword light slashed down, splitting a corner of the Wuyang Ancient Formation.

Jiuqu's expression darkened slightly, and the twelve array patterns in his hand swirled, transforming into a vast net.

"Let him go." Fang Yi transmitted his voice, his expression slightly paused, and then he focused his divine sense back on the deer demon.

Even with the aid of a formation, and with their combined efforts, the two, though seemingly unprepared, were still suppressed.

A flash of Yin-based spiritual light disappeared in an instant, and Chen Yuhua vanished.

A crimson streak of light followed closely behind, constantly trying to escape Bloodtooth before the formation was repaired, and also looking for an opportunity to flee.
"not good!"

Deer Demon's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He could no longer maintain his composure and burst into a tirade of curses.

"This brat is not worth discussing anything with!"
One wrong move, and the whole game is lost.

Yellow sand swirled, and the Nine-Bend Immortal activated the ancient formation to suppress the coffin.

But Lu Xiaozi was on high alert.

As the stars shone and the hexagrams Qian and Kun changed, the stars shifted and the hexagrams changed.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

As You Xishan turned the pages of the scroll in his hand, patterns of insects and birds appeared, revealing the direction of the Deer Demon's energy.

Zhang Heng wore a purple-gold crown, a brocade robe, and a jade ring at his waist. Although he exuded nobility, he showed no mercy to his subordinates.

The Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler, surrounded by the aura of wood-evil, struck down.

Fang Yi looked at the ruthless-looking Lu Xiaozi, a strange smile playing on his lips. Chen Yuhua, however, was quick to understand.

Bloodtooth was originally a blood food that he carefully cultivated.

"The fish is caught in the jar."

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