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

Chapter 893 A Mountain of Blood Sacrifice, the True Monarch Restrains Him
"The water was full and overflowing"
Zhao'er suffered a terrible attack, her cultivation was ruined and she had to start over. Her foundation was already strong, no weaker than a high-grade Dao foundation.

Afterwards, he received a third-tier precious medicine from Yin Yue to nourish himself, and thus, the Nascent Soul cultivator's descendant was blessed with such good fortune.

"Now the time has finally come when the water is full and overflows."

A hint of joy appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. He then waved his sleeve, and the Azure Lotus Banner shot out from his sleeve.

"Wow!"

The precious flag, facing the biting cold wind, billowed and drooped, its surface turning into a blue sea of ​​lotus blossoms, sealing off the vital energy.

"Master?"

In the Jade Pool of Changqing Palace, Huo Zhao was shirtless, with silver runes resembling tattoos spreading across his full, muscular body.

He did not resist, allowing a withered yellow lotus mark to appear between his brows, blocking the surging spiritual energy.

She awoke instantly from the rich, misty spiritual energy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed and intoxicated.

醉灵
Under Fang Yi's urging, the Evergreen Palace absorbed spiritual energy to its fullest extent, a force that even ordinary Core Formation cultivators could not withstand.

Moreover, Huo Zhao, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, would find it even more difficult to withstand.
He looked puzzled, wondering, "Why are you preventing me from breaking through?"

"It's not time to form the core yet." In the spacious hall, the sound of gold and jade rose and fell.

"Master, why is this?"

Within the jade pool, the verdant green swayed and rippled, deepening Huo Zhao's doubts, leaving him utterly perplexed.

The cultivator's three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have been perfected and reached their peak. No matter how much preparation is done afterward, it will only maintain the peak state. Why is it not the right time yet?
Moreover, the valley is bitterly cold, yet the spiritual veins are exceptionally pure, and the absorbed spiritual energy is about to transform into spiritual essence.

The Evergreen Palace is located on the main branch of the Xuan Yang lineage, holding a prestigious position and occupying one of the several spiritual apertures of the spiritual vein.

With favorable timing, location, and human factors all in place, if not now, when?
"Meditation!"

"Concentrate!"

"Suppress the blood and qi!"

Sensing the subtle gaze directed at him, Fang Yi's dark pupils narrowed slightly, and he felt a sense of apprehension.

To be able to secretly spy on the spiritual land of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, one must at least be a cultivator who has reached the Perfect Core Formation stage and has a powerful backer.

"coming."

With the sound of gears turning, a geometric seal, neither round nor flat, appeared between Fang Yi's eyebrows.

"Buzz!"

He held the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand. The horns of the Abyss Sea pierced his skull, and palm-sized bone fragments emerged from his skin, transforming into armor that stood guard beside him.

The Bodhi branch, imbued with a vibrant green light, swirled around the Dharma body like a swimming dragon.

Fang Yi's gaze was solemn. On his jade robe, numerous magical barriers such as [Cloud Step], [Divine Wind], and [Body Protection] lit up one by one.

Within the withered and flourishing small grotto, Qi Jie, with a solemn expression, transformed into a streak of silver light and escaped.

"As expected of Dayu, the core area of ​​Qiongzhou, its spiritual energy is ten times more abundant than that of Dayun."
"I've never seen such a grand scene in Dayun."

"The Crimson Yin's natal treasure, the Blood Spring Coffin, already has six layers of protective restrictions."
After Huo Zhao succeeds in his cultivation, it seems he will also find a way to obtain the demon beast blood essence needed for practicing the Forty-Nine Arcane Arts.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light. Some time ago, Chi Yin had been nourished by Li Shan's corpse refining technique, and he was only one step away from reaching the sixth level of Core Formation and breaking through to the realm of the Sect Master True Person.
The only difference is the purity of blood and food. Superior beings, demon spirit skeletons.
On this vast, icy plain, before we had even settled in, it seemed as if an opportunity had presented itself to us.
"Junior Brother Green Snake, be careful, a fierce battle is inevitable."

In the side hall of Changqing Hall, red light flickered and incense wafted, as if responding to Fang Yi's words.

Xu Qingshe held the Heaven and Earth Furnace in his hand, his index finger turning on the ancient bronze ring, and the voice of 'Old Chen' reminded him.

"Hey kid, watch out!"

His eyes gleamed with golden light, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an upward arc.

"You can't raise a true dragon by diving; the Great Yu Abyss is truly something else."
"Having cultivated in the Great Cloud Realm for two hundred years, I've never seen such a grand scene."

"Ok?"

Inside the Star-Picking Pavilion, a scroll of books flew up, its yellowed pages turning, ink wash painting depicting oracle bone script, insect script, and bird script.

Half a breath later, You Xishan also realized something was wrong, and his face showed shock.

"What a grand gesture!"

Is this the Great Yu, one of the top-ranking regions in Qiongzhou among the five realms of humanity?
it is good!
it is good!
it is good! "

He clapped his hands and laughed, his face flushed, his magical power surging like the tide.

"Only through such peril can one attain the opportunity to reach the heavens."

Only in this way can I continue my path. If I stay in Dayun, even after another hundred years I will still be stuck at the Core Formation stage.”

In the ancestral hall, a bronze oil lamp is lit, and the sounds of sacrificial rites can be heard faintly.

Zhang Heng, draped in a gray cloak, his eyes clouded, appeared at some unknown time.

"Superior offerings"
"The finest offerings cannot be found in the old land of Xuan Yang." He murmured to himself, the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler in his hand emitting spiritual light, ready to unleash its power.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the witch patterns on the ruler seemed to have become inexplicably more profound.

"This is troublesome." Halfway down the cliff, flames flickered in the eyes of the hundred-foot-tall fire-swallowing tortoise.

"Unexpectedly, upon landing on the vast icy plains, before any opportunity could be seized, a major problem arrived first."

"Roar!"

With a roar, Chi Yangzi unleashed a torrent of fiery energy, and three crimson pearls flew from his mouth, forming a triadic arrangement that breathed in and out demonic energy.

"So be it, it's just another battle!"
Let this old tortoise from the exile lands test the mettle of my kin from the icy plains.”

"Boom!"

Thousands of miles away, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the ground shook incessantly.

The white-feathered snake, as thick as a bucket, had sinister eyes; the gray-armored bear roared to the sky, and the ice-patterned giant eagle soared, its claws gleaming coldly.
One after another, demonic beasts surged with energy, their bodies clad in ice armor, and charged towards Xuan Yang's encampment.
A biting cold wave surged forth, and various Daoist auras, such as freezing, chilling, and icy, emerged from the demonic beasts, independently outlining a Daoist arena that crushed down upon them.

"Join forces!"
Let's teach these outsiders a lesson they won't forget!

A biting, cold wind swept in, as sharp as a steel knife scraping bone.

"Wow!"

A clear, melodious crane cry rang out, and the black-feathered white crane flapped its wings, spreading its demonic aura at the ninth level of the Core Formation stage, crushing down upon the area where the cultivators had gathered.

"Roar!"

The earth shook violently, and dark cracks spread like a spider web.

An ice-armored lizard, its eyes gleaming with a cold light, its scales trembling, emerged from the ground.

“Eighth level of Core Formation, another great demon king.” Fang Yi’s eyes were slightly closed as he looked at the Chaoyang Pavilion in the center of the valley, which was still shrouded in darkness.

"Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump?"
Fear that a Nascent Soul True Monarch's attack would shake the fourth-order spiritual veins?
"Is it because there are other cultivators of the same level holding you back, preventing you from intervening?"

"Incomplete information prevents a judgment."

"Roar!"

Among the myriad demons clad in ice armor, a tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead leaped out and roared to the sky.

Another late-stage Core Formation Demon King
"Monster."

"How can he be so strong!"

"How terrifying!"
The Great Yu is not the place of opportunity that the sect claims it to be!

In the valley, looking at his panicked fellow disciples beside him, Xia Mao's expression turned grave, the broken jade pendant spinning within his soul. "Where is the hope?!"

With the help of a rare treasure in divination, he could see much further than his fellow disciples who had only reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Within the surging tide of demons, there were no fewer than three hundred deadly energies.
The Qi energy of Xuan Yang Mountain is only close to two hundred strands.
"This is troublesome. These beasts are incredibly cunning, finding a time when the sect's foundation is not yet stable to strike," You Xishan said with a grim expression.

In just three more days, the sect's protective formations will be set up, activating the mountain-protecting array, thus providing a foundation for their survival.

The four great demon kings are nothing to fear.
However, the formation has not been set up, the restrictions have not been connected, and the Xuan Yang cultivators are completely unprepared.
Amidst the demon tide, aside from late-stage Core Formation demon kings, he spotted no fewer than twenty ordinary Core Formation demon kings with a single glance.
There are countless Foundation Establishment level demonic beasts.

"With at least twice the fighting strength of the sect, and controlling the monsters of the vast icy plains, this is going to be the decisive blow."

You Xishan's face was gloomy. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, Xuanyang Mountain would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

"It seems that Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows is too busy."

Fang Yi gazed at the still silent Chaoyang Pavilion, where the last wisp of purple aura had dissipated.

He looked thoughtfully at the four great demon kings and more than twenty third-tier demon kings, a hint of bloodlust flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Yu Dynasty was still prosperous, with opportunities everywhere."

A spiritual vein that is about to advance to the quasi-fourth tier can nurture such a demonic beast.
Even in Dayun, where the mountain demon tide surged, there weren't this many demonic beasts.

Fang Yi's voice gradually lowered until it was barely audible.

'I haven't encountered so much blood food in a long time.'
No.
Since I began cultivating this practice, I have never seen so many demonic beasts.

Three hundred miles away, the cold wind howled and snow fell.

Thick layers of ice piled up to form small hills, and wisps of golden earth energy rose up to form narrow, winding paths.

An old man dressed in hemp clothing, with rough skin and his sideburns tied up with tree roots, walked slowly forward, holding a brown spirit hoe in his hand.

They only stopped when they saw a red-robed cultivator sitting cross-legged on a fire lotus a hundred feet away.

The eyes of True Monarch Nongsu gleamed with a sharp light. Sensing from three hundred miles away, a streak of azure demonic energy soared into the sky, stirring up a thousand-mile-long cold wave, chilling to the bone.
His gaze immediately fell on the fire lotus a hundred feet away, where a burly cultivator with a vast aura was surging with magical power.

The explosive energy made him wary.

"Among the two Venerables of the Fire Worship Cult, the old bastard Huo Lie is seriously injured and recuperating, while Fellow Daoist Chi Yan has finally decided to leave the sect."

He pulled out a three-foot-long, dark, shiny tree root from his sideburns and tossed it out by himself.

"Buzz!"

The magic flowed, and the dark tree roots grew against the wind, gathering vitality.
It transformed into a boar-like beast, six feet long and four feet tall, with a blue body, two large ears, and four long tusks protruding from its mouth.

The entire body of the pig-beast is engraved with images of the five grains: hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, seemingly possessing a wisp of true spirit.

The Azure Kang Beast took a step forward, striding towards the demonic tide, its powerful aura pressing down.

In an instant, the frigid dojo, where ten thousand demons had gathered, came to a halt.

"With the Qingkang Festival, a magical artifact of the agricultural path, refined to such an extent, Fellow Daoist Nong Su's cultivation has made further progress."

"Buzz!"

A hundred-foot-long crimson gold chain descended, moving like a serpent, transforming into a net that instantly bound the Azure Kang Beast.

The Crimson Flame True Monarch's voice was like muffled thunder, and a trace of his aura leaked out, melting the glacier within a radius of three hundred feet and revealing the permafrost beneath the ground.

"I heard from Junior Brother Huo Lie that Fellow Daoist Nong Su once blocked his way, saying that the grudges of the younger generation should be resolved by the younger generation themselves."

"Should we, as elders, refrain from interfering?"

His fiery aura surrounded him, causing the frozen soil within a radius of three hundred feet to melt and turn into flowing magma.

"Now, the matter between Xuan Yang Mountain and the Ice Plains demonic beasts should be resolved by the younger generation themselves."
What do you think, Fellow Daoist Nong Su?

Looking at the Qingkang Festival that was not bound by the rules, Nong Su muttered to himself and smiled bitterly to himself.

If I had known that Xuan Yangshan's plans were so grand and his intentions so profound, why would he have bothered to take such action?
'They were outmaneuvered by Xuanyang Mountain'

"Now that Huo Lie is severely injured, the person that True Lord Chi Yan hates most is Chi Meizi of Xuan Yang Mountain."

This is a blood feud, and it should be this way.

But the second person I hate most is definitely someone like me, who meddles in other people's business.

What about the favor done by a Core Formation cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain?

Even if a third-tier Celestial Master extracts flesh, blood, and soul, it cannot compare to forming a deep-seated enmity with the Crimson Flame True Monarch.
But it's too late now.
Nong Su frowned slightly as he watched a gilded Dharma wheel spinning behind Chi Yan.

"The Great Ming Wheel."

Clearly, True Monarch Crimson Flame was determined and would stop at nothing, even if it meant destroying the opportunity of a fourth-tier spiritual vein, to block the way forward.
He warned in a low voice, "If you collude with the Frost Beasts of the Ice Plains, aren't you afraid of a backlash?"
"Don't forget that in this vast icy plain, that beast occupies the advantageous terrain and is even stronger than a Nascent Soul True Monarch."

"Fellow Daoist Nong Su, please don't make false accusations!"
"I have never colluded with the Frost Beasts or betrayed the human race!"

Chi Yanzi remained calm and composed, his magical power flowing freely.

Fiery lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, transforming into a fire-based Daoist aura that completely isolated the area within a radius of three hundred miles.

“Fellow Daoist Nong Su stayed here to discuss the Dao with me, and some things were done according to your words.”

Let the younger generation handle it!

Nong Su shook his head slightly, watching the demon tide approach the Xuan Yang Mountain camp, and murmured softly.

"May Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows have good fortune."

Clearly, he was unwilling to fight to the death with the Crimson Flame Old Monster for the sake of a Nascent Soul True Monarch with whom he had some goodwill.

They had already become enemies, but ultimately never broke off relations.

Moreover, the advancement of the spiritual vein is a creation of heaven and earth, and it has reached a critical moment, so it cannot allow three or four True Monarchs to fight to the death.
Chaoyang Pavilion, the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror emits flames.

The Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord's long eyebrows surged, his robes fluttered, and his vast divine consciousness rose, entangled and fought with a frozen aura.

"Oh!"

Above the gale-force winds, a pair of lantern-sized eyes opened, gazing at the more than ten thousand cultivators in the underground valley.

"Red Eyebrow
This is a vast, icy plain; it cannot tolerate the insolence of a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator!

"Humph!

Red Eyebrows snorted coldly, and lightning crackled around the ancient leather sleeve, causing it to emanate magical power. The figure of a one-horned thunder rhinoceros appeared and disappeared.

"Junior Brother Tianque was right. The demon race in this vast ice plain also has its own strengths."
Otherwise, no matter how much the Medicine King Valley and the Fire Worship Cult restrained each other, they wouldn't have made so little progress and failed to find the core of the spiritual vein.

He gazed at the three cultivators before the Evergreen Hall, the Star-Picking Pavilion, and the Ancestral Hall, his eyes filled with worry.
If things cannot be done
"At least we must protect our core disciples; we can plan the spiritual vein issue separately later."

"boom!"

Thunder roared from within the fur of his sleeve, and explosive energy was poised to erupt.
Within the gale-force layer, the crimson-browed divine consciousness transformed into a long whip, lashing down and continuing its fierce battle with the icy demonic consciousness.

Since he had anticipated this, he wasn't completely unprepared; he entered the icy plains empty-handed.
"Senior Brother Xishan and True Man Hengyi have joined forces!"

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a rare look of excitement appeared on his face.

Even with all the skills in Dayun in the past, they could not find so much demon beast blood to feed on.
As for the mastermind behind the demon tide?
The withering and flourishing pearl in his dantian rotated, and the energy surged in the Chaoyang Pavilion. This could deceive ordinary Core Formation cultivators, but it could not deceive him.

No powerful figure at the Nascent Soul True Monarch level intervened.
Even if the demonic tide is powerful, what can be done?
'It's nothing more than blood food'

Fang Yi licked his dry lips, his chest surging with killing intent, yet his eyes remained utterly calm.
Like a seasoned hunter, waiting for the prey to step into the trap.

(End of this chapter)