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

Chapter 871 Puppet Suppression of Li Kong

"Interesting, cultivators from remote places are ignorant of their own limitations."

Above the rolling brown spiritual clouds, Li Tan, dressed in a blue-brown robe with a small, exquisite sickle hanging at his waist, stood by with his hands in his sleeves, observing.

A faint brown spiritual light mingled with the fragrance of grains, sometimes transforming into plump, golden grains of spiritual rice, and sometimes into lush, verdant wheat fields.
A hint of interest appeared on his lips as he gazed intently at the cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain, especially Fang Yi, whose handsome face and aura were boundless.

"Jun Huai, as the Sword Master of Xuanjian Mountain, is quite different from Li Kongke."
"Let me see what kind of cultivators this barren land of Great Cloud is capable of."

Li Tan stroked the black jade sickle at his waist, knowing full well that the barren land of Dayun could not support a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Red Eyebrows wants to go further, and Xuan Yang Mountain wants to develop; there is only one choice.
Da Yu!

Only in the Great Yu Kingdom, a land abundant with spiritual veins, teeming with Nascent Soul True Monarchs, and flourishing with a rich cultivation civilization, could the great Nascent Soul sect find room to develop.
Only then can a Core Formation cultivator be accommodated, while the position of Nascent Soul True Monarch is sought.
A slight smile played on his lips, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"To be noticed by Yu Ji, one must at least have some background."

Is Fang Yi a hidden tiger or a rare unicorn emerging from the fields, or is this just an excuse? I shall wait and see.

"Zheng!"

Junhuai Jianzi stood tall and straight, like a proud pine tree. A seven-foot-long sword trembled on his back, the sword a foot from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

"laugh!"

Twelve sword lights slashed out in an instant, crisscrossing and weaving a tough net that swept down towards Yuan Hai's palm.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The puppet's massive hand, brimming with magical power and carrying the force to shatter mountains and destroy peaks, was firmly entangled by the sword net and could not advance an inch.

"Sword light splitting?"
No, the key lies in the differentiation of sword light, weaving it into a spiritual net, transforming killing into trapping.

Fang Yi's eyes were dark and deep, and his long sleeves rustled loudly.

"Buzz!"

A hazy mist swirled around him as Yuan Hai withdrew his long, slender hand, which then suddenly extended again with a seemingly slow but actually swift motion, revealing tiny nail plates growing on his long, slender fingers.

In the blink of an eye, it was covered with a layer of pale, sharp scales, and its power increased to a new level.

"The Great Handprint of the Mechanical Armor!"

"boom!"

On the mechanical seal between his brows, which was neither round nor flat, circles of mechanical runes were scattered.

"Tear!"

The sound of gears turning echoed repeatedly, and the pale, sharp scales shimmered with a hazy, spiritual light. The vast, abyssal hand ripped apart the sword net with its five fingers.

Li Kong's expression changed drastically. He transformed into a pure white light and fled, with the giant handprint of mechanical armor following closely behind like a leech.

As the murderous intent drew ever closer, his expression suddenly changed.

"Senior Brother Junhuai, save me!"

“Compared to the impoverished and desolate land of Dayun, Junior Brother Li still lacks experience,” Jun Huai frowned slightly, his face showing dissatisfaction.

Li Kong, with his seventh-level Core Formation cultivation, was being overwhelmed by a mere third-tier high-grade puppet, and was almost powerless to fight back.

"So be it. They are still disciples of Suspended Sword Mountain. They can't afford to lose face in front of the Nascent Soul Ceremony."

"Zheng!"

With a thought, the seven-foot-long sword behind him emitted a cold light, and the ancient sword left its sheath for another two feet, its three-foot blade unleashing a gray sword light.

"Keng!"

The sword's aura was fierce, and its activation caused a surge of malevolent energy.

"laugh!"

"Crack!"

As the sword light fell, sparks flew as the giant handprint of the mechanical puppet appeared, and fine cracks appeared on its bone armor.

"Crash!"

A gray aura swept up Li Kong and landed behind him. "Bang!" Seeing the fierce sword light shattered, Junhuai Sword Master sheathed his sword, his eyes cold.

"Sect Leader Fang, this matter ends here."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and Yuan Hai slowly withdrew his hand into his sleeve. A tough sword mark, no more than an inch long, remained on his palm despite the constant washing of magical power.

"That's it?"

He sneered, cupped his hands towards Xuan Yang Mountain, and said, "This Fellow Daoist Li Kong is arrogant and acts without any scruples."

If it were a Grandmaster at Suspended Sword Mountain who had condensed their Nascent Soul, what would have been the outcome of Li Kong's actions?

'Naturally, they would be stripped of their tendons and meridians, their souls refined by true fire, leaving them no place to bury their bodies.'

Junhuai was well aware of Fang Yi's intentions, but did Xuanyang Mountain deserve to be compared with Xuanjian Mountain?

His eyes turned slightly cold; had it not been for the constant trembling of his sword heart, sensing the immense divine will descending from the darkness...
"Fellow Daoists, shall we leave this matter here?"

The air was filled with the fragrance of grains, and brown spiritual clouds slowly descended, like fish swimming into the sea, blocking the surging collision of the auras between Junhuai Sword Master and Fang Yi.

Li Tan lightly tapped the black jade sickle at his waist with his index finger.

"Ding~"

The melodious sounds of gold and jade echoed, carrying a faint sense of joy and abundance, dispelling any malevolent energy.

Fang Yi's pupils contracted slightly, a look of apprehension appearing on his face. He murmured to himself, "The rudimentary form of the Daoist aura is present in every gesture, yet it reveals not a trace of its aura."
As expected of a direct descendant of the Medicine King Valley lineage, with an eighth-level Core Formation cultivation, even though his Daoist temple is not yet fully formed, it is not far from being perfected.

"Boom!" A vast divine sense flowed, and a purple sun rose over Xuan Yang Mountain.

Fang Yi's divine sense stirred slightly, the killing intent in his eyes subsided, and his face regained its gentle expression, like a refined gentleman, as he looked at the still-shaken Golden-Eyed Ape King.

Under the immense pressure, the Golden-Eyed Ape King subconsciously took a half step back, his face immediately turning crimson with embarrassment and rage.
"Ok?"

"Huang Qiu and Jin Jing, what brings you to Xuan Yang?" Fang Yi asked calmly, his powerful aura poised to be unleashed.

Gu Jiushang had already sent a message, but if the Golden-Eyed Ape King didn't know what was good for him...
He wouldn't mind having another complete demon skeleton of mid-grade third rank.

"I have come here by order of the Demon Lord of the Devouring Sea." Gu Jiushang transformed into a humanoid lion head, his gilded mane fluttering in the wind.

He spread his five fingers, surrounded by demonic energy, and the law-like symbols covered with whale patterns rose up, exuding a fierce and primal aura accompanied by the sound of the tides crashing.

Feeling Fang Yi's icy gaze fall upon him, the Golden-Eyed Ape King's fur trembled, and he nodded emphatically.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

"I and Huang Qiu have come on the orders of the Devouring Sea Demon Lord to offer our congratulations to True Lord Crimson Eyebrows!"

Even though he already knew, a look of apprehension appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

'A Nascent Soul Demon Lord of the Demon Clan.'
As expected, after Chi Mei condensed his Nascent Soul, even in the remote Great Cloud, he still caught the eye of various overlords.
The difference between Core Formation and Nascent Soul, though only one realm, is in reality a world apart.

His gaze lingered on the smiling Jiuqu Zhenren, his aura gentle and docile, surrounded by the fragrant aroma of grains, before finally sweeping over the cold, sword-wielding Junhuai Jianzi.
"Qin Yu."

"Disciple is here!" Qin Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe and with a handsome face, stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"You will bring two fellow cultivators from the demon race to stay at the cave dwelling on the Five Extremes Peak."

"Heng'er, take Fellow Daoist Jiuqu to the cave dwelling on Tianji Peak."

In Xuanyang Mountain, at Chiyang Cliff.

Inside the grand hall with its carved railings and jade steps, the aura was powerful. Chi Mei looked at the tall cultivator in front of him, who wore a faded sword robe.

"I apologize for making a fool of myself, Fellow Daoist Tianxing."

Zhao Tianxing slightly raised his sword, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain is called Qing Yangzi."

good! good!
With a cultivation level of the fifth stage of Core Formation, he can fight against Li Kong, who is at the seventh stage of Core Formation. This Qingyangzi Fang Yi has a superior foundation and first-rate talent in combat.

　There is another chapter around 2 o'clock

　
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