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

Chapter 897 Slaying the Demon King, Meeting an Old Friend

"Move for me!!"

Gazing at the hand so close, about to strike his head in an instant, the Tiger Hill Demon King's muscles twisted and contorted in a ferocious rage as he frantically channeled his magical power.

But the tingling sensation from the medicine, which nourishes the body's essence, transforms into drowsiness that constantly invades the soul.

In Huqiu's despairing gaze, five distinct fingers fell, striking his skull.

"Oh!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and withered yellow magic power penetrated flesh and bones, shattering the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I never imagined I would die... die at your hands!" The demon king, whose body was three zhang tall and whose aura was fierce, showed resentment as his demonic power completely dissipated.

"It's over." Looking at Huqiu, whose body still exuded blood essence even after death, a hint of joy appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

"Tiger bones strengthen the blood; the Blood Elf formula for cultivating the Forty-Nine Mystic Arts is now available."

The Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner swayed gently, and dozens of wooden vines emerged from its surface, lifting the demon corpse and dropping it into the blessed land.

He murmured softly, "Both are late-stage Core Formation demon kings, but Tiger Hill is far inferior to Deer Demon."

"However, this is the normal scene in the cultivation world."

Dayun?

It's less a place of exile and more a place for raising poisonous insects.

"Master has won!"

"The sect leader has slain a late-stage Great Demon King?"

"Hahahaha, Xuan Yang Mountain is victorious! The Sect Leader is victorious!"

The battlefield reeked of blood, where hundreds of cultivators had already perished at the hands of demons.

No matter how strong Li Heng, Zhu Huan, and Meng Lingxuan were, even if they risked their foundations and disregarded their injuries, they could only entangle with two Core Formation cultivators of the same level.

Meanwhile, Hu Lei, Jiu Han, and other mid-stage Core Formation cultivators also had opponents to contend with.

Now, seeing the nascent Daoist temple explode, their own sect leader unharmed, and the Tiger Hill Demon King dead, the situation has reversed.
Those who were the first to realize this, whether from the main or branch lineage, were overjoyed.

The remaining Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators were facing a number of demonic beasts nearly three times their size, and their situation was also difficult.

A glimpse of the demonic tide.

The young cultivator lit the wooden prison talisman in his hand, then leaped away to avoid a second-tier red-eyed tiger.

Watching the second-tier gray-striped snake follow closely behind, he exhaled a chilling breath.

Xia Mao strode with starlight, summoning his magical parasol to barely ward off the chill.

"Damn it, there are too many monsters!"
"If there were only one second-tier low-grade Crimson-Eyed Tiger, how could it have entangled with me until now?"

His face was bitter; if he didn't have some trump cards up his sleeve, he would have already gone to join his fellow disciples.

"Um?

What happened?

Seeing the chaotic demonic tide, especially the tiger and leopard-type demonic beasts whose energy was in disarray, their attacks were not as fierce.

Xia Mao's dantian swelled with ancient, unrefined magic, and a few more black hairs at his temples turned white.
"The sect leader actually won?!"

His robe was torn, exposing his chest, and a claw mark was visible with the skin rolled up and blood trickling out.

"Hahaha, the Sect Leader has actually won!"

Xia Mao bit down on the pill pressed under his tongue, and the pure medicinal power surged into his dantian, transforming into magical power.

"Along with this precious jade, the Azure Spirit Ascension Pill was discovered, and only two remain."
Fortunately, they finally made it to the end.

"Finally, we see a glimmer of hope!"
"Just keep going, until the sect leader has time to spare."

He was greatly encouraged, and the Water and Fire Treasure Map behind him transformed into the Kan and Li trigrams. He seized the time to recover the magical power he had lost when he was surrounded and beaten.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi won?"

You Xishan glanced at Xia Mao under the parasol above his head, nodded slightly, and felt satisfied.

"This seed is steady in his actions and does not abuse the power of Wu Jue. Although he has not forged a superior Dao foundation like Fan Deye, he is still a top-notch talent."
With a little more refinement, it's entirely possible that the Wugengzi lineage could produce another Core Formation True Person.

He shook the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram in his hand, and the phantom images of the Twenty-Eight Constellations appeared, shattering the Black Feather Transformation Sword with sword light.

He looked at the shock in the eyes of the black-feathered white crane and quietly suppressed his astonishment.

Immediately, the five fingers in his sleeve made a hand seal, transforming the condensed death energy into continuous starlight.

"Well done, Junior Brother Fang!"

With a word of praise, the runes in You Xishan's eyes shifted, and the backup plan he had originally intended to use in an emergency dissipated.

He used his remaining magical power to continue deducing the weaknesses of the Black Feathered White Crane.

Since they started fighting, he had figured out some of the true strength of this ninth-level Core Formation Demon King.

'As long as we find even the slightest flaw.'

"Victory?"

Wearing a mulberry and peach sacrificial robe, with a cinnabar dot between his brows and a bird mask on his head, Zhang Heng's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Fang Yi actually won."

"good!
Compared to ordinary sacrificial offerings, Fang Yi's was far superior!

He stared at the Ice Armored Dragon Lizard, its face contorted in shock and disbelief, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes burning with intense greed.

"It's time to speed things up."

"Wow!"

A moment later, the three-tailed swallowtail butterfly arrived, shaking its wings.

The wings are painted with a ferocious blue demon face, reflecting silver ripples and shimmering with a mesmerizing light.

"Mysterious Fog"

"call!"

A fierce wind arose, and silver ripples swept towards Fang Yi.

"A great demon king who has mastered the Dao of the Divine Soul at the ninth level of Core Formation."
The Way of the Soul can injure people invisibly; every cultivator skilled in this way is a master of illusion.

Such a powerful demon king is among the most troublesome of its kind among those of the same level.

Fang Yi's expression was solemn as he gazed at the silver butterflies that were shaking wildly and fluttering gracefully. Within his soul, the Three Lives Stone shone with black and white light, and the illusory image of the Corpse God was poised to strike.

The moment a thought arises, blessings can be bestowed upon it immediately.
He glanced around but did not immediately activate the Three Lives Stone.

There is a world of difference between a Core Formation True Person and a Nascent Soul True Monarch, but relying on the foundation of growth and decay that he had painstakingly cultivated over two hundred years, Fang Yi vaguely sensed something.
'There are more than just Master Crimson Eyebrows and Nascent Soul cultivators from the demon race on this icy valley.'

The creation of heaven and earth for advancing to the fourth-tier spiritual vein is too extraordinary for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to do with his full strength, lest he attract countless demons and monsters, and unorthodox practitioners.

Fang Yi raised the Azure Lotus Banner, which transformed into a sea of ​​blue lotuses. Immediately, the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered, and the spiritual light of the five elements—blue, white, yellow, black, and red—flowed, while the power of the grotto-heaven descended.

"Wow!"

A scene of endless green lotus leaves stretching to the sky emerges.

"Oh!"

A silver storm, mixed with demonic energy, swept up and shattered a corner of the lotus lake.

As the blue lotus swayed, creating ripples of five colors, the power of divine consciousness was gradually dispersed amidst the storm.

The lotus pedestals of the lotus flowers exploded, their petals falling and being shattered by the demonic consciousness.

Then Fang Yi's magical power surged forth like a great river flowing eastward.

After being nourished, the withered lotus blossoms came back to life, the lotus seeds sprouted, the branches grew leaves, the roots sprouted, and the flower buds bloomed.

As one flower falls, another blooms; the Dharma Realm is ever-renewing, and in the end, it managed to stop this storm of the soul.

"Dare to kill Tiger Four? You're asking for death!"

The three-tailed swallowtail butterfly's compound eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and the insect runes on its wings wriggled and vibrated once more.

"I, Jiang Tan, and Qingyangzi Fang Yi, shall die!"

"Buzz!"

One after another, silver Soul-Slaying Nails appeared, the rapier gleaming with a malevolent, eerie light that was terrifying.

"Soul-Splitting Nail of Wonder!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

"Don't even think about it!"
Do you really think I'm a vegetarian?

In the midst of the movement, a crimson-black tortoise shell descended, followed closely by the roar of the Crimson Lotus Demon King.

He sniffed lightly, sensing the remaining energy, and a smile appeared on the hideous turtle head.

"good!
The Sect Leader is truly awe-inspiring!

His expression changed, and his demonic power surged forth. Three crimson pearls emitted flames and struck down in a three-element formation.

"Fang Yi, hand over these three-tailed swallowtail butterflies to me. You must quickly heal your disciples."

"Don't think about it!"

Jiang Tan's expression hardened, her six pairs of compound eyes blinked, and her spiritual power surged like an undercurrent.

A look of astonishment flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. He then bowed respectfully, and with a flicker of his feet, he vanished in a blur.

The third-tier superior-grade Tiger Hill Great Demon King's Dharma Body, Demon Core, and Demon Soul have been obtained.

However, he did not mind the difficulty of dealing with mid-to-low-grade third-tier demonic beasts, and used his Abyss Sea to help Chi Yangzi entangle with Jiang Tan.

The remaining divine consciousness and magical power circulated.

"Imperial Decree: Azure Spirit Whip of a Hundred Woods!"

The Azure Bodhi Branch emitted a precious light, transforming into a streak of azure whip that lashed down. "Bang!"

The Azure-Tailed Scorpion King, which had been fighting Li Heng, had its giant pincers shattered, its scorpion tail fallen off, and its most sturdy head carapace pierced by a three-foot-long crack.

"One statue."

"Thank you for your help, Master!"

Li Heng held the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, exhaling a breath of turbid air to support his fellow disciple.

He not only stopped two demon kings of the same level, but also restrained three pseudo-core demon beasts, putting him under immense pressure.
"Buzz!"

Three hundred miles away, flames soared high, and the heat was intense, melting the solidified thousand-foot-tall rock into magma.

"Xuanyang Mountain actually won?"

On the robe of True Lord Crimson Flame, porcelain-white wing membrane patterns emerged, resembling a wailing human face.

His face was grim as he gazed at the battlefield between Xuan Yang Mountain and the Ice Plains Demon Vein.

Three hundred li is still some distance for a Core Formation True Person, but it's nothing more than a finger's breadth for a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

For Fang Yi, killing the Great Demon King of Tiger Hill was as easy as reading a book on the palm of his hand.

"idiot!
A powerful demon king at the seventh level of the Core Formation stage, his soul was invaded by the medicinal energy, and he didn't even notice?

Nong Su pressed down an inch with his five fingers, and the dark blue light extinguished the raging flames, allowing life to gather and blue moss to spread.

"Why bother arguing with a junior like Fellow Daoist Chi Yan? He's just a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator."
"Among us cultivators who have come this far, whose experiences are inferior to those of Qingyangzi?"

He gazed at Fang Yi, whose robes fluttered and surrounded by the fragrance of herbs, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Huang Guangsheng has indeed left behind some good disciples."

"Humph!"

Chi Yan snorted coldly and disappeared in a streak of light.

"I have only lost one move. We Nascent Soul True Monarchs have long lifespans. We use the Great Yu as our chessboard and the Core Formation True Immortals as our pieces."

A temporary win or loss is but a minor ailment, unable to damage the root cause.

Nong Su narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

“Fellow Daoist Chiyan is right, as long as we don’t end up like the Fire Worship Cult that produces a Nascent Soul True Monarch.”

This temporary victory or defeat is of utmost importance to us, a mere trifle.

"Failed"

In the stone pavilion shrouded in white mist, Hu Yuzhao of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce narrowed his eyes and put away his counting rods.

"The Tiger Hill Demon King is not weak even among the Great Masters, yet he was defeated by Fang Yi."
And they didn't even save their lives.

The Sword Master of the Suspended Sword Sect frowned slightly and gestured with his eyes toward the fence surrounded by the fragrance of herbs.

The two reached an agreement and waved their hands, tossing the bet to a beautiful female cultivator in the corner of the stone pavilion, who also looked surprised.

"Fellow Daoist Wu Hui, you have indeed won this time."

"Even I never expected Fang Yi to possess such abilities."

Li Wu Hui smiled and put away the two spiritual items, but his apprehension surged.

He thought that by becoming a disciple of the Joyful True Lord of the Plain Maiden Sect, his cultivation would advance rapidly, and he would surely be able to surpass Fang Yi this time.

But now it seems...
'Peace is the best policy.'

She murmured to herself, then with a flick of her sleeve, she put away the magical object on the gambling character map.

Seven ounces of copper essence, blood jade fungus, and three mid-grade precious bones.
This is a huge fortune for the Great Master, and now it has fallen into his hands so easily.

Li Wu Hui's eyes sparkled with spring water as she gazed at Fang Yi in the photographic lens, her smile genuine and sincere.

"Fang Yi won a great victory, but I haven't lost out either."

We can arrange to meet later.

Having just arrived, Xuan Yang Mountain must be desperately lacking in local leaders, so it's important to establish connections with the many Nascent Soul sects.

Her phoenix eyes swept over Hu Yuzhao, her mind racing. 'I've heard that the Four Seas Merchant Guild intends to establish a foothold in the vast icy plains to collect spiritual items and sell magical treasures and elixirs.'
This is an opportunity.

Above the gale-force winds, the cold wind howled, freezing everything for miles around.

The lantern-sized eyes were a deep blue, gleaming with coldness. As Fang Yi, with his powerful aura, activated the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, he once again killed a mid-grade third-tier demon king.
It was unwilling to accept defeat, and it knew that the situation was hopeless. Then it roared and shook invisibly.

"This time, the Red Eyebrows Mountain gained a slight advantage over Xuan Yang Mountain thanks to Fang Yi's unexpected rise."

Next time it won't be so simple.

A chill swept through, and the vast divine consciousness slowly receded.

Inside Chaoyang Pavilion, purple energy spread, and Chi Mei withdrew his lightning, which then enveloped the fur of the one-horned thunder rhinoceros.

His lips curled up in a smile, his heart overflowing with joy.

"Victory!"

"The first step of settling Xuanyang Mountain in Dayu has finally been taken in a solid and practical manner."
This junior disciple Fang Yi truly lives up to his reputation as the lucky star of Xuan Yang.

An hour later, the bright moon rose, casting its silvery light.

The pungent smell of blood gradually faded over the hundreds of miles of valley.

The faint sound of sobbing could be heard as over a hundred cultivators, in groups of three, gathered up their fellow disciples who had perished in the demon's jaws.

And the remains of the demon beast that died, but were collected due to the fierce battle between humans and demons.

"Boom!"

In the center of the valley, rocks gathered and transformed into a sacred peak that grew continuously, eventually standing tall amidst the biting cold wind.

"Buzz!"

The Chaoyang Pavilion, surrounded by purple mist, descended, followed by streaks of light.

In the spacious hall, Li Heng, Zhu Huan, and Huang Daiyue took their seats one by one.

The empty prayer cushions were gradually filled, leaving only the four prayer cushions at the very front of the altar.

"Buzz!"

As the ancient sacrificial sounds rang out, Zhang Hengyi, clad in a robe that trailed on the ground, toyed with a three-foot-long broken horn of a dragon lizard in his hand.

"Um?

"But someone else arrived first."

He glanced at the dozen or so Core Formation cultivators present, ignoring the Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators, and then sat down on the verdant futon.

A few moments.

As the starlight shifted, You Xishan, holding a book, entered the hall and was taken aback by the sight of the three empty prayer cushions.

Wu Hua had other important matters to attend to, and he knew where Fang Yi had gone.

Given Fang Yi's usual personality, he's not the type to be so arrogant.

He nodded slightly to the many younger generations who still harbored malevolent energy, and waved his hand, scattering a shower of starlight.

"Concentrate!"
Calm down!

Do not let the aura of killing disturb your mind; such a loss would outweigh the gains and would be detrimental to your cultivation.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xishan."

"Greetings, Senior Brother"

"Senior brother, do you know where the sect leader is?"

After exchanging pleasantries with his fellow disciples, You Xishan sat down on a silver futon with a smile on his face.

Thus, the remaining two prayer cushions, one red and one yellow, were empty.

"clang!"

The melodious sound of the jade bell rang out, surrounded by purple aura. The Crimson-Eyebrowed True Monarch appeared on the altar, his warm and precious light continuously overflowing, washing away the cultivators' evil aura and nourishing their bodies.

"Thank you all for your hard work."
"I am tied down by the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan and cannot spare any more strength. I would be grateful if you, all of you True Immortals, would risk your lives to repel the demon tide."

"Now we should be rewarding those who have made contributions, but Master Qingyang has other important matters to attend to and is delayed."

"I urge all of you venerable masters to close your eyes and meditate for some time."

Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan exchanged a glance, seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Why would a Nascent Soul True Monarch be made to wait?
Even if there are other important matters to attend to, you can relay them later.

To make all the Core Formation cultivators wait, Fang Yi must be extremely favored by his Martial Uncle, Red Eyebrow.
Without even looking up, You Xishan could already sense the changes in the thoughts of the immortals in the hall.

'Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows is completely standing up for Junior Brother Fang Yi.'

A slight smile played on his lips as he glanced at the handsome man on the blue prayer mat, murmuring to himself.

'Junior Brother Hengyi is going to have a hard time later.'

On the altar, Chi Meizi lowered his gaze, feeling the excitement of Li Heng, Qin Yu, and Xu Qingshe, the true masters of the Five Extremes Peak lineage.

The changing thoughts of Hu Lei and Jiu Han.
Finally, their gazes fell upon Zhang Hengyi's shamanic robes.

His eyes were slightly closed, but a sharp glint flashed in them.

No wonder Junior Brother Guang Sheng made a move and severed a corner of this magic seal.
Hopefully, my junior apprentice Fang can bring back enough information.

'This young man is quite the ladies' man; he actually had an affair with a cultivator from the Su Nu Sect in the Great Yu Dynasty.'

Three hundred miles away, the white mist dissipated, leaving behind only the collapsed stone pavilion.

A stream of azure light flowed, and Fang Yi, wearing a jade crown, a green jade robe, and lotus blossoms growing from his boots, descended from the sky.

"An old friend is visiting; fellow Daoist, why bother with such secrecy?"

(End of this chapter)