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

Chapter 896 Xuan Yang Shocks All Cultivators, Tiger Hill Falls
"Do you really think I'm like that foolish tiger?"

The black-feathered white crane was enraged, flapping its long wings. The demonic aura of the ninth level of the Core Formation stage soared into the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent beneath its elegance.

"die!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The three life-giving feathers, refined over hundreds of years, shot out, transforming into sword light surrounded by baleful energy. The sword light then transformed into dark sword threads.

"Refine feathers into swords, then refine swords into silk?"
"Even the demon race possesses this swordsmanship inheritance; the divine abilities and wondrous techniques of the Great Yu truly surpass those of the Great Yun by far."

You Xishan held a dove-shaped staff, wore a hempen robe, and had a slightly furrowed brow.

The sounds of sacrificial rites rose higher and higher, and seven great stars—Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Yuheng, and others—rose, forming a dipper-shaped star map.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, while the Northern Dipper governs death; this is called the Northern Dipper's Slaughter of Spirits."

"Imperial Decree: Seven Star Spirit-Slaying Sword!"

The Big Dipper appeared one by one, transforming into a nine-foot-long, dark sword with oracle bone script patterns on its spine, filled with deathly aura.

"Zheng!"

The azure sword light fell, entangled and fought with the three dark sword threads.

The sound of metal and jade clashing filled the area for miles around, and the hexagrams Qian and Kun changed in You Xishan's eyes.

He made a sword incantation with his hands, urging the Seven Star Sword Light to move like a gazelle leaping over horns, fighting three opponents at once and accurately striking their weak points.

The black-feathered white crane had a gloomy expression and kept flapping its wings, its demonic power surging out like a waterfall.

But no matter how hard the Black Feather Transformation Sword attacked, it could never secure a decisive victory.

That wisp of light from the Big Dipper, carrying an aura of killing intent, always manages to turn the tide in desperate situations, striking with unexpected and cunning moves.

As You Xishan said, even if the Big Dipper is destined to die, it can still avoid its own demise.

"That troublesome astrologer."
Fortunately, with Butterfly Lord present, all I need to do is prevent You Xishan from escaping.”

On another battlefield, to avoid harming the younger generation of the demon race, two beams of light, one blue and one white, clashed and transformed into streaks of light that entangled each other for hundreds of miles.

Above the thick clouds, a chilling, demonic aura clashed violently with an ancient, untamed energy, annihilating each other.

"Zhang Hengyi?"

With only a Core Formation level eight cultivation, he has been entangled with me for so long, so his foundation is not bad.
But that's all!

The Ice Armored Dragon Lizard's horns stood up, and its spiral pattern emitted a brilliant light. Strands of dragon runes gathered and eventually transformed into an ice spring.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The demonic power of the eighth-level Core Formation cultivator circulated, and a continuous stream of cold air gushed out from the ice spring, transforming into the rudimentary form of a vast Daoist temple stretching for hundreds of miles.

"Imperial Decree: Ice Breath Dragon Register Dojo!"

Snowflakes drifted down, and the cold wind howled. In the distance, the shadow of a dragon could be vaguely seen swallowing clouds and spitting out mist.

In an instant, the pure vitality was frozen and the verdant light that Zhang Hengyi had evolved retreated step by step.

"Bloodline Dragon Register?"
Although it cannot compare to the Golden Dragon Emblem or the Silver Phoenix Emblem, it is still among the top-tier spirit runes.
"As expected, Fellow Daoist Dragon Lizard possesses a noble bloodline."

"Heh, you do have good taste." The Ice Armored Dragon Lizard's face showed arrogance. "Unfortunately, I won't hold back in the slightest!"

"Truly a fine offering," Zhang Heng murmured softly, his eyes blazing with greed, tinged with a bloodthirsty light, like a gluttonous beast ready to devour its prey.

The witch-like markings on his temples grew like branches, an altar appeared at his feet, and a dark blue witch seal was drawn between his brows.

"Spiritualism"

As Zhang Heng stepped into the Nuo step, a spring scene appeared: amidst the lush grass and fluttering birds, ancient people held farming tools, depicting the sowing of grains.

"Your disciple, Wu Gui Shi Heng Yi Zi, humbly requests your assistance, Venerable One."

He straightened his clothes, bowed deeply, and in the darkness, an ancient and unseen mark was activated.

"This is..." The Ice Armored Dragon Lizard's expression hardened, as if the mark left by its ancestors in its bloodline had been activated, frantically issuing a warning.

Stop him!
Stop him immediately!

A great demon of the human race has been born!
"not good!
It is a legacy of ancient shamanism!

How could there be an ancient shamanistic tradition in the place of exile that is Dayun?

The Ice Armored Dragon Lizard's expression changed drastically; the reverse scales under its jaw stood up, and its entire body of scales trembled.

"We can't let him continue like this!"

Zhang Heng bowed deeply, and a phantom image of a green bamboo appeared, from which a mournful cry seemed to faintly be heard.

The fading shadows of green bamboo wither and turn into the circulation of grains.

An ancient shaman appeared, wearing a peach branch crown adorned with jade, with a nine-hole green jade pendant, a spiral mulberry leaf pattern tattooed on his left cheek, a red cinnabar dot on his brow, a green silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.

"Your disciple, Wu Gui Shi Heng Yi Zi, respectfully requests the Venerable Wu Xi Ming Shu Zun."

Under the horrified gaze of the Ice Armored Dragon Lizard, Zhang Heng's cultivation level rapidly increased as he entered the eighth level of the Core Formation stage.

In an instant, his cultivation surpassed it, reaching the ninth level of Core Formation, and his aura was ancient, simple, and extremely stable.

"Imperial Decree: Jumang's Five Grains Ritual!"

Five spiritual seeds—hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans—grow and gather vitality within the cold domain where the Dragon Register flows, constantly tearing apart the foundation of the Daoist temple.

Zhang Heng's eyes were icy cold as he murmured softly, striking down with the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler in his hand.

"boom!"

The two powerful beings, one human and one demon, clashed again, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The final battlefield of the Great Warriors was ablaze with flames, and towering red and black tortoise shells stood tall.

The three-tailed cold butterfly scatters its scales and powder, its wingspan reaching three zhang (approximately 10 meters), its wings painted with a blue demon face, covered in phosphorescent light, refracting a mesmerizing glow.

"God-Piercing Blade!"

A powerful soul-path divine ability descended, but was absorbed by a crimson-black tortoise shell that remained unmoved.

As Chi Yanzi gazed at the aura of the Three-Tailed Phoenix Butterfly at the ninth level of the Core Formation stage, he subconsciously shrank back, feeling his divine soul power continuously dissipating, and muttered to himself:
"In terms of cultivation, I am inferior to you, but it is not difficult for me to entangle you, fellow Daoist."
"Why don't you leave now, fellow Daoist? I guarantee that True Lord Crimson Eyebrows will not hold your past transgressions against you."

"Noisy!"

The three-tailed cold butterfly's demonic soul surged, its divine soul power transforming into an invisible storm that swept in.

This was already her third soul-path divine ability, but the crimson-black tortoise shell, for some unknown reason, resisted the soul-path even more than ordinary high-grade magic treasures.

"That cowardly old turtle is both smelly and stubborn!"

Even the most powerful soul techniques that had once suppressed and killed a Grandmaster were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, leaving no ripples whatsoever.
Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, and insect-like runes flowed across her demon soul, surrounded by a silvery glow.

“Buzz!

This can't go on. Fang Yi is taking advantage of the situation, and if Tiger Hill is severely damaged...
If the foundation of Xuan Yang Mountain cannot be severely damaged, then this demon tide will be considered a defeat.

The three-tailed cold butterfly fluttered its wings, transforming into eerie afterimages as it fled in the opposite direction.

"boom!"

Three crimson pearls fell, forming a triadic configuration, while Chi Yangzi exhaled fiery energy, blocking the path ahead.

"I can't let you ruin everything."

"That old turtle is asking for it!!"

The three-tailed cold butterfly's spirit surged, its scales and powder falling, but were blocked by the crimson and black tortoise shell.

She deduced that it would take at least fifteen minutes to force her way out.

Three hundred miles away, shrouded in a white mist, a stone pavilion stands tall.

Four or five great masters stared in astonishment at the scene captured in the photographic mirror.

"The cultivators in the Great Cloud's exile land are actually this powerful?"

Hu Yuzhao, the Grand Master of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, twirled the gilded counting rods in his hand, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.

More than ten Core Formation cultivators fought two against one, and even those who were at a disadvantage were unlikely to be defeated in a short period of time.

As for the Great Masters, each one is more terrifying than the last.

Junhuai Jianzi's eyes were cold as he gazed at You Xishan, who was surrounded by starlight, and murmured softly.

"Sixty years ago, I fought with that black-feathered white crane, who was at the ninth level of the Core Formation stage."

He is a first-rate figure even among the Great Masters.

Now, in You Xishan's hands, he has not gained the slightest advantage; in fact, he is being manipulated at will.

Surrounded by the fragrance of herbs, Master Li also had a strange expression as he looked at Zhang Hengyi of the Ancestral Hall lineage.

"The lineage of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path seems to be related to the ancient Jumang tribe."
"When did Xuan Yang Mountain acquire such a top-tier lineage? Not a single word of it has leaked into the Fire Worship Cult."

"However, there are also normal people."
The ancient fire-swallowing tortoise possessed an aged aura, indicating it was at least seven hundred years old. Even with its full power unleashed, it couldn't hold off the three-tailed phoenix butterfly for long.
Now it all depends on whether Qingyangzi or Fang Yi has the upper hand, or whether the Three-Tailed Phoenix Butterfly will make a move first.

Ji Kui looked at Li Wu Hui strangely, pointed to the Daoist temple where the dim yellow light flowed, and sighed softly.

"If the leaders of Xuan Yang Mountain can defeat the Tiger Hill Demon King within a quarter of an hour, Xuan Yang Mountain will be safe in this battle."
If that Phoenix Butterfly, skilled in the Dao of Divine Souls, were to escape, the situation that Xuan Yang Mountain was struggling to maintain would surely collapse in an instant.

"Not bad!"

Li Wu Hui nodded slightly, a hint of anticipation flickering in his eyes, and murmured to himself, 'Old Monster Fang, can you really break through this predicament?'
I am truly looking forward to it.

'If you win, Old Monster, you will gain the recognition of the most top-tier Grand Master of the Great Yu Dynasty.'

A hundred miles away, the vital energy of the five grains flows.

"The lineage of the Witchcraft and Ghostly Path?"

Third-tier superior Celestial Master?
There's also an 800-year-old tortoise statue. This Xuan Yang Mountain is truly interesting.

Nong Su toyed with the Qingkang ceremonial staff in his hand, gave a strange smile, looked at the gloomy-faced Zoroastrian True Lord, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Chi Yan, it seems you have gone to great lengths but have been unable to achieve your goal."

"Humph!"

The Crimson Flame True Lord sat cross-legged on a crimson lotus, with a humming wheel behind him, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

"Nong Su, don't be so smug."

The fire-swallowing tortoise, relying on its long lifespan, managed to delay the three-tailed swallowtail butterfly.
You should know that this won't last much longer.

"Hahaha, I'll wait and see." Nong Su chuckled and said no more.

Above the gale layer, the two Nascent Soul divine senses also stopped fighting and remotely observed the four cultivators on the human-demon battlefield.

"Xuanyang Mountain possesses a rich cultural heritage, and its cultivators are resilient as well."

A cold, demonic aura surged within him, brimming with confidence in the Three-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly, and a deep, resonant voice shook the clouds.

"But the number of my demon race cultivators is nearly twice that of yours. No matter how outstanding your disciples are, how long can they sustain this?"

"Humph!"

Purple energy spread, and Chi Meizi looked at the demon lord who had concealed his aura since he made his move, his face showing dissatisfaction.

"My disciples of Xuanyang Mountain have no need for you to worry about me, fellow Daoist!"

"Hehe, although Tiger Hill was unlucky and was outmaneuvered by the young Qingyang."

However, my demon race is inherently strong in physical form, and I am just a junior at the fifth level of Core Formation who relies on the power of a puppet.

Can you defeat Tiger Hill in a quarter of an hour?
joke! "

Its large, lantern-shaped eyes swirled with azure demonic energy as it softly mocked the burning divine sense.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows, you'd better make plans soon."

Inside the Chaoyang Pavilion, the bronze lamp flickered, and Chi Meizi, wearing a robe embroidered with the rising sun, looked worried.

The Demon Lord's words are correct.

In terms of foundation, the Tiger Hill Demon King is steady and methodical, while the Three-Tailed Phoenix Butterfly's spiritual foundation is undetectable even to a Core Formation cultivator.
How could a Nascent Soul True Monarch like him not know this?

His accumulated spiritual essence was vaguely about to exceed the third-order limit. If it weren't for the fact that Chi Yangzi had cultivated for over eight hundred years, the quality of his spiritual essence, though not as good as that of the Three-Tailed Phoenix Butterfly, would be no different in quantity.

Even with the help of her natal magic weapon, the Crimson Black Tortoise Shell, the Three-Tailed Phoenix Butterfly had already escaped.

"Nephew Fang Yi, the future development of Xuan Yang Mountain over the next hundred years depends on your methods."

He sighed softly, and a tattered fur flew out from his sleeve, accompanied by a thunderous roar that echoed through the empty hall.

Chi Meizi came from Dayun and was not completely ignorant of the Wanli Ice Plains. After Tian Quezi advanced to the fourth-level divination master, he even divined the secrets of heaven for him.

He had already prepared a backup plan.

If it weren't for this desolate place, there would be no need to provoke a fourth-tier savage beast that is impossible to kill.

This secret treasure, refined from the hide of a fourth-tier savage beast, the Thunder Rhinoceros with a single horn, will cause injury to both humans and demons once it is unleashed.

Although Xuan Yang Mountain was defeated and many Core Formation cultivators perished, the demon king of the demon race would take their place.

It was only a minor loss, not a major defeat.
However, the situation was not dire enough to reverse the tide, and the Red Eyebrows were unwilling to suffer mutual destruction.

"Nephew Fang"
Will Xuanyang Mountain seize opportunities from all directions in the next century, or will it retreat into seclusion to accumulate its strength?
"Now it truly surpasses you, the sect leader."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Crack!"

As the twelve divine soul blades slashed down, a crack finally appeared on the dark tortoise shell, and Chi Yangzi's face turned pale, his soul wracked with pain.

"Oops!"

Seeing that the three-tailed swallowtail butterfly was about to escape, he disregarded his soul injury and drove the crimson pearl down.

"late!"

The butterfly-shaped garment trembled, phosphorescent flames drifted, and three illusory bodies with the same energy appeared.

The three crimson pearls shattered the three illusory bodies, and Chi Yangzi's expression changed drastically.

"They're all imposters!"

The silver butterfly fluttered its wings and had already fled a thousand feet away, not far from Fang Yi.

"If you linger at Tiger Hill any longer, I will come to your rescue immediately."

"boom!"

In the desolate wooden arena, the white-browed ferocious tiger was panting heavily, its chest heaving, and its fur was soaked with scarlet blood.

He gazed at the hazy butterfly shadows, about to step into the temple in an instant, and burst into wild laughter.

"Fang Yi, it's a pity your fellow disciples are not strong enough, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do anything to you."

"is it?"

Fang Yi's lips curled into a wicked smile, a wisp of purplish-red energy flowing between his fingertips as he murmured to himself.

"The time is right."

"laugh!"

He held the Bodhi branch of the Azure Blood, and wave after wave of Taoist charm emerged, transforming into precious light.

"Imperial Decree: Azure Wood, Hundred Spirits, Divine Light!"

"You've exhausted your tricks!"

Tiger Hill Demon King endured the excruciating pain in his body, his demonic power surging in his dantian, and cold energy gathering.

"Crack!"

Water crystallizes into ice, transforming into a mysterious ice armor that refracts a resilient and precious light.

"Just ten breaths!"
"The Butterfly Lord can escape, and then it will be a dead end for your Xuan Yang Mountain."

"Such rich and potent physical and magical power is sufficient to heal my old injuries."

The Tiger Hill Demon King's eyes were filled with hatred. In all his years of cultivation, he had never suffered such a great loss.

He was still shaken, if only Xuan Yang's Fire-Swallowing Turtle hadn't been so weak.

If he had delayed for even a quarter of an hour, his chances of survival would have been slim.

"Yeah."

Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind, his aura powerful and vigorous, yet he remained oblivious to the butterfly shadows that had vanished into nothingness.

"Tier 3 superior-grade tiger beasts are rare, and this has taken me quite a bit of effort."

"Yan!"

The withered tree dojo exploded instantly, turning into a hazy yellow spiritual light that swept down.

Tiger Hill's face was ferocious. He urged his demonic power while opening his blood-red maw, and a demonic blade spat out a cold light.

"As long as the Butterfly Lord arrives..."

"vomit!"

A wisp of medicinal fragrance suddenly appeared in his heart, falling into his dantian and infecting the demon core.

His demonic power stagnated, and a tingling sensation swept through his soul.

Hu Qiu would normally be overjoyed to feel the increase in his spiritual power, but in this life-or-death crisis, his face showed fear.

"when!"

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He took a step forward, and beneath his feet, blue lotuses rose and fell, as if the water was deep and the mountains were towering.

The time has come.

"Wow!"

A young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes appeared behind Tiger Hill, his clothes fluttering freely. He formed a magic seal with his five fingers and struck down seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

"It's time to end this."

"boom!"

Long, slender fingers, gleaming with a jade-like light, gently patted down.

(End of this chapter)