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

Chapter 883 Closing the Net and Slaying the Demon
"kill!"

Looking at the three True Immortals surrounding him from all sides, Lu Xiaozi's eyes turned icy cold, knowing that he was now facing a life-or-death crisis.

He murmured softly, "It's a pity that Chen Yuhua and Xuechi escaped."

"If it weren't for this, why would things have come to this?"

"If you want my life, then come at me!"

A demonic aura swirled around him, and Lu Xiaozi threw out the Withered and Flourishing Treasure Staff. Yin Moss's robe was shed, and rough, dark blue hair grew out.

A deer-shaped monster stands on the altar, its hoofprints slowly emerging.

The yellow sand within a hundred miles withered, the array patterns decayed, and the towering horns turned into withered branches.

"boom!"

The wooden dojo collapsed.

Lu Xiaozi opened his mouth and inhaled, and a gust of wind howled, like a whale swallowing the sea, devouring all the Daoist essence of decay, decline, and withering.

"Ninth level of Core Formation?" Zhang Heng's expression turned solemn as he murmured softly. "Such cultivation makes him the number one Core Formation cultivator in the Great Yun Dynasty."
"If I hadn't left my stronghold in Tianjue Valley, I would have turned around and left immediately."

"Tsk, Junior Brother Fang, it's good that you exchanged for the Nine Curves Formation." You Xishan's eyes flashed with the hexagrams of heaven and earth, and with a wave of his sleeve, seven ancient bronze lamps floated in the air.

He looked at Fang Yi with a solemn expression and said directly, "Junior Brother, can you restrain Lu Xiaozi?"

However, it only takes three breaths.

I need enough time to prepare before I can use my secret technique and activate my magical power.

If not, we're afraid we can't do anything about this old monster.

Fang Yi's desire was like a volcanic eruption; the golden core in his dantian throbbed, constantly emanating a thirst for the deer-like seed.

it's him!
This is the legacy we've inherited!

Whether it's his physical body, his soul, or the unseen forces of fate, they are all constantly urging him on.

Take it!
Seize this inheritance!

"call!"

Suppressing the burning heat in his chest, Fang Yi's dark eyes darkened slightly, like an ancient, unfathomable pool.

He was like a seasoned hunter, unable to hide his joy at seeing his prey enter his nest.

"Ten breaths!"

Fang Yi's voice was barely audible, but Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan could hear it clearly.

As he watched the giant deer, its body entirely dark blue and covered in withered vines, shatter a corner of the Wuyang Ancient Formation, he continued to speak.

"Suppress the Deer Demon for ten breaths, Senior Brother Xishan, please make all the necessary preparations."

"Fang Yi, are you sure?" Zhang Heng asked gravely. "It's ten breaths, not one."
"Lu Xiaozi, using some unknown secret technique, has now genuinely reached the ninth level of the Core Formation stage."

"boom!"

The earth shook violently, and another key point in the Wuyang Ancient Formation was destroyed.

You Xishan gave Fang Yi a deep look and said, "Junior Brother Fang, you may make a move."

If things become impossible, I have brought a secret treasure passed down by our ancestor, which is enough to guarantee our safe retreat.

However, completing the inheritance later will be troublesome for you.

"Thank you for your care, senior brother."

Junior brother is confident about this matter.

Fang Yi bowed deeply, his face showing gratitude.

You Xishan truly deserves the title of the current senior disciple of Xuanyang Mountain. This time, he did not promise any benefits.

Moreover, before Chi Mei formed his infant form, he repeatedly tried to dissuade him, and when his attempts to dissuade him failed, he promised to help him.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the deer-like creature's hooves stomped on the altar, its wild and ferocious aura shattering another key point of the formation.

"Damn it!" Master Jiuqu turned pale and moved through the formation like a blur, dodging the Withered Glory Staff.

His heart ached terribly; this scroll of the Wuyang Town Map was meant to be the treasure of the Fengling Immortal City.

"Fang Yi, if you don't make a move soon, I'm leaving!"

"Ten breaths."

Fang Yi took a step forward, and one after another, blue lotuses appeared beneath his feet, hovering in front of the deer-like creature.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuqu, please hold on for another ten breaths. After that, whether you succeed or not, it is up to you to leave."

"Alright!" Jiuqu gritted his teeth, took out a brown array plate from his sleeve, and inserted it into the array.

The array plate transformed into a spring, gushing forth the power of the Earth element, instantly nourishing the entire array along its patterns. "Buzz!"

The Wuyang Ancient Formation trembled, and the small spaces within the formation that were about to collapse due to the destruction of three key points were instantly stabilized.

"Fang Yi?"

The deer-like creature, transformed into a green wood spirit demon, gazed at the handsome young cultivator before it with its lantern-sized, dim yellow eyes, exuding a powerful aura.

"I thought it was Zhang Heng who plotted against me, but I never expected it was someone as audacious as you."

Leaving one's natal medicinal energy behind on Xuan Yang Mountain is ruthless and decisive!
unfortunately
Do you really think you're Huang Guangsheng, or Tian Quezi?

Even if Huang Guangsheng and Tian Quezi come here, I will not be afraid of being forced to use my Earth-Withered Body technique.”

Lu Xiaozi roared to the sky, ignoring the increasingly stable Wuyang Ancient Formation, his only goal being to kill Fang Yi, who was at the fifth level of Core Formation.
All predicaments can be resolved.

His demonic blood was boiling; he could already feel Fang Yi's fatal attraction to him.

"die!"

"Ten breaths."

Fang Yi murmured softly, lowered his eyes and slowly opened them. His dark silk robes fluttered in the wind, like a slumbering Xuanwu beast, unfathomable.

Yuan Hai's bone armor trembled, his blood boiled, and one after another, creatures appeared on his skin, like tattoos spreading.

"Imperial decree."

The radiant light of the Dharma Seal between his brows, which was neither round nor flat, transformed into a mark created by divine craftsmanship.

"Having cultivated for two lifetimes and received the inheritance of the Divine Craftsmanship Pavilion, I finally have the foundation to activate this technique."

Fang Yi murmured to himself, his pupils reflecting the terrifying and withered aura of the Great Demon King.

"Buzz!"

Within his dantian, three runes flowed, their Daoist essence changing with the seasons.

Within his dantian, the three ancient runes on the azure-gold elixir were activated, transforming into a rotating Dharma wheel.

Spring brings forth all things, summer brings scorching heat, autumn brings bountiful harvests, and three lingering shadows emerge.
Until the chilling cold intensified and the Daoist phenomena collapsed.
The secret seal of the Ghost Axe fell, the seasons changed and the Daoist rhythm flowed, the dragon and tiger strides in the abyss, the ancient armor around his body trembled, and finally he leaped up, like a dragon emerging from the sea.

"We're still just one step away."
But that's enough!

Fang Yi murmured softly, watching Yuan Hai land on the back of the deer-like creature.

The grayish light radiated outwards, transforming into chains that slithered along the body of the deer-like demon like dragons.

"The Secret Technique of the Superb Craftsman: Suppressing the Mountain!"

Spring brings forth life, summer fosters growth, and autumn brings harvest—the Daoist principles flow through the veins, as Yuan Hai sits cross-legged in meditation.

"boom!"

A phantom image of an ancient pagoda, carved with dark axe marks, appeared, pressing down like a majestic mountain.

"Roar!"

The deer-like creature roared in pain, struggling violently as a vast demonic aura surged wildly.

But he couldn't move.

"Ok!"

"how is this possible?"

"This puppetry technique?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell. Zhang Heng's pupils shrank slightly as he sensed the withered Daoist aura emanating from the dark pagoda and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Edict!"

With a wave of his sleeve, he sent the Azure Netherworld Suppressing Ruler flying, knocking away the Coffin Demon King who was trying to save his father.

He then patted his storage bag, and an ancient vine shot out like a venomous snake's breath, piercing into the deer-like creature's body to extract its essence and eliminate its resistance.

Fang Yi's body trembled, his face turned deathly pale. He had exhausted all his strength to activate this secret technique, which was almost a great divine power.

"Senior Brother You, make your move!"

"good!

Haha, Junior Brother Fang actually has such a profound background!

You Xishan let out a long roar, his sleeves fluttering, and he stepped out with the steps of Yu, evolving the hexagrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li.

The seven ancient lamps illuminating the stars lit up one by one, revealing the Big Dipper.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

"Wonderful Technique: The Stars Pay Homage to the Dipper!"

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