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

Chapter 581: Fake Dan sacrifices himself, fighting for victory

"Master Xuanyang, why are you so murderous? I have never offended you before."

A clear and melodious female voice emanated from the yellow mud cellar. A long, crimson silk ribbon danced like a flower, stirring like a dragon.

"puff!"

The Yimu handprint was shattered by Chang Ling and turned into points of green light and dissipated.

"Hua La La!" On the chains extending from the yellow mud cellar, runes shone brightly and a sucking sound was heard.

As he sucked, five-colored spiritual light, green, yellow, black, white, and red, flowed and turned into a five-colored canopy.

Chang Sun Jie activated the bag that could move away disasters and accumulate fortunes, and a gray aura of bad luck flowed through it. On the chain, the runes were not functioning smoothly.

The sucking and binding force stagnated slightly, and he turned into a ray of light and escaped like a cicada escaping from its shell.

Looking at the two fake Dan Zhenren blocking his way, his face turned bitter and he wished he could go back two months.

"You scheme against others every day, but today you suffer a huge loss at the hands of Fang Yi!"

"Changsun Jie, surrender! After we plant the ban, my Kang family will spare your life!"

Kang Yuanzhu was thin and held a bronze cup in his hand, from which gurgling spiritual springs flowed. He transformed into a poisonous dragon and pounced forward to kill.

Kang Hongyan, who was also a fake Dan Zhenren, took out a stone hammer magic weapon engraved with mountain patterns. The spiritual power of Wu Earth lingered around it, connecting with the terrain of Chiquan Mountain and evolving into the phantom of the mountain.

His burly figure swayed, and the mountain hammer, with tremendous force, fell towards Changsun Jie's head.

"die!!"

"die?"

Chang Sun Jie's face darkened slightly, and behind him, a dark crow with scarlet eyes turned, covered with black fur and a gray beak appeared.

He murmured in his mind.

'That old fellow Fang Yi is a troublesome person. He has at least condensed a top-grade true pill. You two are just ordinary fake pill cultivators.

Why are you trying to show off in front of me?

The magic formulas on his fingertips danced, and disgusting bad luck spread and rolled.

As the mournful and cold cry of crows sounded, the five runes of [blessing], [wealth], [longevity], [joy] and [wealth], which were supported by purple auspicious clouds and surrounded by auspicious aura, suddenly changed.

【Robbery】!
【disaster】!
【die】!
【sick】!
【Absolute】!
A fierce aura rose into the sky, Changsun Jie sneered repeatedly, and dozens of chains shot out.

"Hey, let me see how powerful your Kang family is. How dare you plot against Xuanyang Mountain!"

"The unlucky spirit is really formidable when it attacks with all its strength." Fang Yi glanced at him and suppressed the eldest grandson Jie of Kang Yuanzhu and Kang Hong with his own strength.

Then he set his eyes on the yellow mud cellar.

"There really is a hidden trick!"

The Yimu Great Seal returned in vain, and he understood the situation and remained calm.

A great clan that has been passed down for six hundred years would definitely not have any backup plan when it comes to fundamental matters, so how could they easily allow the younger generation to form the Dan?

"Let's see how many backup plans the Kang family and Bishui Pavilion have prepared. Don't let me down."

He waved his sleeves, and a large, ancient tripod with insect patterns flowing on it fell towards the yellow mud cellar.

Then a ray of spiritual light shot out and turned into a blue lotus flag. The flag gathered vitality and moved without wind.

"Crash!"

Big blue lotus flowers hang down, and tender blue lotus flowers sway, turning into a lotus sea of ​​acres.

"boom!"

The lotus sea rolled, and under the attack of the ancient bronze jug and the jade ruler, the green lotus withered and its branches and leaves died.

"A top-grade magical weapon? A Jindan level one? How can this old fellow from Xuanyang Mountain boast so much?"

Feeling Fang Yi's cultivation level and the Qinglian Baose Flag, Master Runyu felt relieved.

For foundation-building cultivators, even for fake elixir cultivators, top-grade magic weapons with perfect magic prohibitions are rare protective treasures.

But for a Jindan Zhenren, it is still far from being a magic weapon.

"Fall!" The jade ruler emitted spiritual light and fell again.

Looking at Lian Hai who was retreating step by step, her white hair fluttered, her tone was cold, and murderous intent was like a poisonous snake, staring at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi looked calm and gave a warning look to Changsun Jie who was about to escape when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Master nephew Changsun!"

Then he lightly tapped his index finger, and a ray of green spiritual light fell into the sea of ​​lotus. The green lotus swayed, and lotus seeds fell one by one. The seasons changed, the solar terms rotated, and the vitality of Taoism appeared.

Sprouting, rooting, branching, and growing leaves.
Emerald lotus flowers covered the sky and blocked the sun, easily blocking the Jade Ruler magic weapon.

As the endless green lotus sea swayed, there was still enough energy to stop the ancient bronze jug.

"How can this top-grade magic weapon be so powerful?!" The murderous intent in Master Runyu's eyes could no longer be concealed.

His hero is my enemy. The more outstanding the Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain is, the more she wants to keep Fang Yi.

Fang Yi's eyes swept over the red silk magic weapon entangled with the Five Poison Cauldron. The palm-sized jade talisman on the yellow mud cellar emitted spiritual light and turned into a series of defensive spells.

Wood Grain Vine Armor, Rock Light Spirit Shield, Jade Water Wall
"Three third-level spells?" Fang Yi frowned slightly, and the spells at his fingertips changed. An invisible fragrance flowed out and swept towards the yellow mud cellar.

"The innate spirit body that is about to condense into a pill is a top-grade corpse material."

Although the Blue Lotus Treasure Color Flag had not turned into a magic weapon, with the blessing of his pure magic power, it could emit its full light and temporarily stop the two magic weapons, which was not a difficult task.

"Yurun, Kangquan, one is a True Dan Master, and the other is a Fake Dan Master. Kill the Fake Dan Master first."

"rise!"

The Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner appeared behind Fang Yi. The banner woven from human skin was delicate and warm.

He grasped with his five fingers, and waves of precious light rose from the banner. After condensing the pill, he first used all his strength to activate his life treasure.

"Spiritual wood turns into leaves, picking leaves and flying flowers!"

"Buzz!" A series of vigorous spiritual powers turned into leaves as thin as cicada wings, and a creepy cold light flowed along the edges of the leaves.

"disease!"

Hundreds of leaf blades shot out.

The magic power in Fang Yi's eight extraordinary meridians was flowing like a surging river, and the magic gestures on his fingertips were changing.

"The flower is not a flower, the mist is not a mist, the illusory leaves are not flowers."

Invisible waves vibrated, Kang Quan's face was dazed, his magic power was loose, and he let the leaf veins shoot towards him.

"Not good!" Master Runyu's expression changed slightly, and then he slapped his storage bag and took out an ancient map of green waves.

The azure light of the ancient picture flowed, and the green waves crashed, turning into layers of water curtains, falling towards Kangquan.

"Fellow Daoist Runyu, how dare you be distracted while fighting with me?" Fang Yi chuckled, and the banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins world fluttered, rich vitality entangled with the vigorous wood spirit.

On the green golden elixir in the dantian, three ancient runes formed a rotating Dharma wheel.

Green vines emerged from the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world. The ancient vines twisted and turned into two giant withered yellow hands.

Wood Dao Secret Technique: Big Withered Vine Hand!
"Puff!" Blood splattered everywhere. The ancient map of Bishui was relieved, and his left hand and left leg, along with his robe, were crushed by the leaf blade and turned into meat paste.

Kang Quan got a chance to catch his breath, and the Pure Crown on his head exploded, forcibly breaking the illusion and escaping the disaster.

On the yellow mud cellar, the wooden armor was cracked and the stone wall collapsed, leaving only the lower half of the jade water shield and the red silk magic weapon to support it.

He looked sad.

"It's like this again, and like this again!"

"Xuanyang Mountain!

It’s you, Xuanyang Mountain, again, trying to kill us all!
Three hundred years ago, when the ancestor Kang Ji condensed the elixir, it was you who did it. I, Chiquan Mountain, have endured it.
Two hundred years ago, Juer condensed a top-grade Dao foundation, but it was your sect's masters who bullied the weak and destroyed our foundation. My Kang family accepts this." Kang Quan's old face was covered with standing hair and beard, and hatred was stern.

The essence and blood in his body continued to burn, and his Qi surged. He urged the ancient bronze jug, which emitted precious light and fell like a meteorite.

"No more endurance, no more retreat!

This time, even at the cost of my own life, I will fight for a future for the Kang family!"

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi wore a green jade crown and his mountains and rivers transformed robe moved without wind. A three-headed, six-armed phantom of a demon god with a vast aura stepped out from the banner.

The demon god waved his six arms, and the bowl, spear, chain, vajra and many other magical instruments in his hands fell down at the same time.

"boom!"

"Crack!" The ancient bronze jug was knocked away, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on it.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, Kang Quan's face turned pale and he was dying.

"Grandmaster! Let's hold this cultivator back, and you go and rescue Sister Yuyuan.
When Yuyuan condenses the elixir, there will be a time to settle accounts with Xuanyang Mountain."

Seven Kang family foundation-building masters, wearing Chiquan robes, of different heights, weights, and shapes, are connected by the energy of the Seven Stars.

Seven-colored spiritual light shot up into the sky, triggering the Chiquan Mountain guardian formation, turning into streaks of light, blocking Fang Yi's way.

"Xuanhuai, Yuhong, and Bochang." Kang Quan glanced at Master Runyu who was activating the ancient map of green water to protect himself.

He knew it.

"Boom!" The big withered vine hand of the Bishui Ancient Picture was slapped away again, and Runyu Zhenren's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, almost twisted into a knot.

"Third level magic? No wonder those old guys from Xuanyang Mountain dared to let you take action.
Unfortunately, you met me."

True Man Runyu felt neither happy nor sad, his heart was as calm as water, and his magic power was continuously poured into the jade ruler.

'A Jindan Zhenren just passed away in Xuanyang Mountain, and now another cultivator who is good at fighting and has outstanding talent has reached the Jindan stage?
Fellow Daoist Kang Quan, please keep this cultivator here. After the task is accomplished, I will grant your Kang family a spiritual object that can help you form a Jindan (a type of elixir).
It's time to activate your Kang family's Red Spring Blood Transformation Formation.

Kang Quan paused as he glanced at the Yellow Mud Cellar that was being slowly suppressed by the Five Poison Cauldron, and Changsun Jie who was inexplicably gaining the upper hand against two opponents at once.

"Master Runyu, please take care of Yuan'er in the future."

Kang Quan glanced reluctantly at every blade of grass and tree on Chiquan Mountain, and at the Kang family members who were risking their lives to build their foundation, and finally showed a loving look on the yellow mud cellar.

"Yuanyuan, your grandfather is gone. You'll have to rely on yourself from now on."

"boom!"

The red blood light shot up into the sky and turned into a rolling scarlet spiritual cloud. The blood light rolled up the remaining monks such as Wujue and Zangsheng who were trying their best to defend themselves.

"Red Spring means blood. A blood sacrifice to return to the origin!"

Streams of blood and energy turned into rivers, flowing in the air, and array patterns appeared.

"Boom!" The earth shook, the rocks cracked, the aroma of wine rose into the sky, and a red light was everywhere.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!?"

"Grandfather?!" The energy in the yellow mud cellar became unstable, and a shrill female voice was heard, and the Hongling magic weapon rolled and struggled.

But for a cultivator who has not yet reached the Dan-condensed state, even if he possesses an innate spiritual body, how can he be a match for the Five Poison Cauldron?

"Boom!"

The sound of huge bells and tripods shook, and on an ancient and crude tripod with three legs and two ears, strange visions appeared.

The cold toad worshipped the moon, the golden centipede exhaled, and the black spider wove a web. The insect-like talismans twisted and rolled, gradually suppressing the yellow mud cellar.

"Xuanyang Mountain!" A shrill roar sounded.

On the other side, Kang Yuanzhu and Kang Hongyan looked at each other, and then simultaneously activated their magic power and burned their blood essence.

"As a fake Dan, I can't use the Red Spring Formation with my full strength. I can only use the third-level formation and can't support the whole clan.

Brother Yuanzhu, for the Kang family"

"For the Kang family!"

"Boom!" Kang Hongyan exploded the mountain hammer in his hand, and the Wu Earth spiritual power turned into a rolling spiritual tide, forcing Zhangsun Jie to retreat.

Kang Yuanzhu and Kang Hongyan looked stern as they glanced at the cultivators, old and young, women and children in the clan, and then their blood and essence flowed backwards.

"Returning to the Origin Blood Sacrifice!"

"Returning to the Origin Blood Sacrifice!"

Two more streams of essence and blood shot up into the sky, carrying two fake pills and merging into the Chiquan Mountain formation.

The power of the Chiquan formation increased again, from a quasi-third-level formation to a lower-level third-level formation.

"It's nothing more than the survival of the fittest, and the victors take all." Fang Yi's eyes were dark, without any joy or sadness, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world of the ruins was swaying behind him.

The resources in Dayun's world of immortal cultivation are limited. If there is one more Jindan force, the support received by each sect will be reduced by three points.

Although there are rivalries among the Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu factions, they all share a tacit understanding to suppress those who are new to them.

When attacking Chiquan Mountain, Bishui Pavilion showed no mercy.

"Secret Art of the Way of Wood: Yimu Tongmai!"

The crystal clear energy roots flowed and instantly connected to the bodies of the seven foundation-building monks. Their energy channels were connected, and he grabbed with his five fingers.

"burst!"

"Boom!"

The seven foundation-building masters suffered a backlash of their magic power and fell from the sky in an instant. Even with the support of the formation, the foundation-building masters were still just foundation-building masters after all.

For Fang Yi, it was just a matter of magic.

Leaf blades fell one after another.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

Warm blood gushed out like a fountain, and three huge heads flew up.

"Oh no! Blood sacrifice formation!!" The faces of the four foundation-building masters changed drastically. Without any hesitation, they saw the opportunity to perform a blood sacrifice on themselves.

Four rays of spiritual light about ten feet high rose up, and scarlet blood light surged. Looking at the fierce formation covering Chiquan Mountain, Fang Yi's face was calm.

"A low-grade third-order formation?
Fellow Daoist Runyu, now it’s just you and me left.”

Zhenren Runyu chuckled in her heart, stepped on the spiritual cloud, her clothes fluttered, and rays of green spiritual light turned into flowing silk.

It wasn't just Xuanyang Mountain that attacked Chiquan Mountain back then.

Tiandaowu, Bishui Pavilion, and Baigumen all had their share. The Kang family's top-grade Taoist foundation from a hundred years ago was destroyed by the fake Dan Zhenren of Bishui Pavilion.

But Kang Quan was sensible and wanted to express his ambition through death, so she naturally wanted to leave a good impression on her future junior sister.

The Qi in the yellow mud cellar lags slightly, and instantly turns into a deep pool, so deep that you can't see the bottom. Her lips move, and she performs the method of transmitting sound.

'If it were in the past, when we were both in the early stage of Jindan, even if I was better than you, it would still be difficult to kill a Zhendan.

But now, with the help of the third-level Red Spring Formation, I hope you will sacrifice your life to comfort my junior sister.'

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, his robe rustled, and a dark green cloud rose into the sky, stretching for more than a hundred miles.

"Win or lose, life or death, winner takes all. In the world of cultivation, strength is what matters most."

"Bai Yuan, stop the Foundation Establishment Master from Xuanyang Mountain. I will deal with the Core Formation Master from Xuanyang Mountain." Master Runyu's figure was ethereal, and rays of azure water light turned into a streak of silk.

At the same time, a scarlet chain fell from the air and wrapped around Fang Yi.

(End of this chapter)