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

Chapter 878 Three True Ones Set an Ambush, Last Week's Ruins

Fang Yi smiled as he gazed at the nascent dojo formed by ancient trees and intertwined vines.

Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly, thinking of Yang Xuanyi who had followed him in cultivation since childhood, and sighed softly.

"If the sect leader can lend Xuan Yi a helping hand, whether it succeeds or not, he will surely be richly rewarded."

But if it's just empty talk and deception...

A crystal-clear jade ruler appeared in Zhang Hengyi's hand, with dark blue witch patterns wrapped around it like the roots of an old tree.

The jade ruler trembled slightly, releasing a chilling aura of wood energy, echoing the sounds of sacrifice, and filling the world with a wild and untamed spirit.

“Extreme Wood Treasure.” Fang Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the dark blue witch patterns, his heart filled with vigilance.

The path to immortality is vast. Since ancient times, countless extraordinary individuals have been born in the thirteen continents of the mortal realm, leaving behind a multitude of supernatural powers, secret techniques, and cultivation methods passed down through generations.

Treasures for offense, defense, alchemy, and talisman making. A thousand techniques, a thousand refinements, like a cultivator breaking through to the Great Realm of Core Formation.

The lowest grade of pseudo-elixir, the middle grade of genuine elixir, and the highest grade of golden elixir can all be called the "True Person of Core Formation," but the difference between them is like heaven and earth.
Ultimate treasures, such as the golden elixir of a cultivator, are considered the most revered among all treasures.

This jade ruler, surrounded by the aura of wood-evil, is clearly a top-grade treasure made of wood.
Only those who are not Nascent Soul True Monarchs with complete Daoist temples can refine supreme Dao treasures.

'Did Zhang Hengyi receive the blessing of witchcraft and use it to refine an ultimate treasure?'
The power of the Jumang tribe of witchcraft?

As Fang Yi's thoughts raced, he sensed the aura of wood energy surrounding the precious ruler, its light faintly shimmering.

Slowly sketching out an ancient shaman wearing a peach branch adorned with jade, a nine-hole green jade pendant, a spiral mulberry leaf pattern tattooed on his left cheek, a red cinnabar dot between his brows, a green silk robe with a cross-collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.

'The Eight Shamans of Spring Court: Ming Shu Ancient Shamans.'

Following the path of the ancient sorcerers, is it not only to refine the golden elixir, but also to forge an extremely precious wood treasure?
Is this another contingency plan left behind by the patriarch of the Ancestral Hall lineage?

Fang Yi understood that if it weren't for the help of the Xuan Tian spiritual root, the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat would have been destroyed. This Extreme Wood Treasure was left by the ancestors of the Ancestral Hall as a protective treasure for those who inherit the Dao lineage.

He activated his magic, causing the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner to tumble.

The five colors of light—blue, red, black, white, and yellow—were dazzling, evolving into a withered, yellow power of a blessed land.

"I have long heard of the Creation Banner, this treasure of the grotto-heaven, but alas..."

Feeling the treasures on the banner of decay and prosperity in the Void Realm, Zhang Heng's magical power surged forth.

The dark blue wood swirled and rolled, and nine layers of precious light swirled on the jade ruler, accompanied by the sounds of sacrificial rites.

Even when cooperating, it's necessary to distinguish between primary and secondary tasks and priorities.

"It's a pity the protective barrier is a bit lacking. It has only just generated eight protective barriers, so it can't compare to my Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler."

"boom!"

A blue flame lotus platform descended, spewing flames, with delicate snake patterns spreading out, blocking the way between the two.

"To act so disgracefully among fellow disciples is simply giving the Tianji and Xuanyang lineages something to laugh at."

As the crimson rainbow descended, the aroma of star anise filled the air, and the fragrance of meat permeated the air. Xiao Changce, carrying the Lingzhen Five Flavors Pot, looked helpless.

"Give this old man some face. We come from the same lineage. One of us cultivates the Way of Dead Wood, while the other practices the Way of Wood Growth. There is no fundamental conflict between our paths."

Why bother?

"Master." Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner transformed into a dim yellow light and fell into his sleeve.

"Senior brother." Zhang Heng's fierce gaze softened slightly, and the light of the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler subsided.

"That's right."

What on earth has caused you to argue like this about who is superior?

Xiao Changce tossed the pot of five kinds of spiritual treasures he was carrying onto the offering table, splashing milky white broth everywhere, and the stewed spiritual meat tempting the mouth.

"Let's eat and talk." He reached out and pulled three nanmu stools behind him.

Fang Yi and Zhang Heng exchanged a glance, each letting out a cold snort, but ultimately did not continue to make a move.

The two lifted their hems and sat on the wooden stool.

"Speak, what is it?" Xiao Changce patted his storage bag, and jade chopsticks and a porcelain bowl fell in front of the two of them.

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment, then went straight to the point: "Master, I have come to ask Uncle Hengyi for help as a price."
"In addition to the originally promised great medical treatment, this disciple wishes to supplement with spiritual medicine, using the Crimson Essence Transformation Secret Technique to nourish the physical body of my Uncle-Master Yang Xuanyi."

"To nourish Junior Brother Xuan Yi?" Xiao Changce picked up a piece of glistening beast meat with his jade chopsticks and slurped it into his mouth.

"Then why did it turn out so ugly?"

The clash between the Dharma Realms and the Daoist temples was seen as a laughingstock by all cultivators of any caliber throughout Xuan Yang Mountain.

Fang Yi glanced at Zhang Hengyi, but did not offer any explanation. Instead, he picked up his bowl and chopsticks and dipped them into the Lingzhen Five Flavors Pot.

Involving the Jumang Shaman Seal, he also obtained the core wooden ritual inheritance of the Ancestral Hall, gaining a huge advantage.

They wouldn't expose their own shortcomings.
Zhang Heng's face darkened, and anger flickered in his eyes.

The fact that a portion of the inheritance was separated from him, especially the most crucial part, means that Fang Yi must have used underhanded means!
"Hengyi, what exactly happened?"

Xiao Chang glanced at Fang Yi and Zhang Hengyi, only to find that the rich and fragrant beast meat in his mouth tasted like chewing wax, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

Zhang Heng's lips moved, and finally he sighed helplessly, transmitting his voice into the other's ears.

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The spacious Ancestral Hall was silent, save for the sound of the broth boiling in the Five Flavors Pot of Spirit Array.

Upon hearing his junior brother's telepathic message, Xiao Changce's expression shifted, but he eventually pinched the bridge of his nose and gave up on trying to mend their relationship.

He complained inwardly. 'Master, what are you really thinking?'
To avoid internal strife within the orthodox lineage, I have never even seen the most crucial Jumang Shaman Seal.
At the very end, at the very end, yet...

"Hey"

Looking at Zhang Hengyi and Fang Yi, who were locked in a fierce confrontation, Xiao Changce sighed softly.

If it involved the Jumang Witch Seal, a rare and precious artifact of witchcraft, he would never have handed it over if he were in his place.

Similarly, if Zhang Hengyi could refrain from making the first move when his prize was divided, it would already be a sign of his magnanimity.

"Hey!"

He sighed helplessly again and said, "This old man of mine is shamelessly acting as a middleman."

The sect is in dire need of rebuilding, and entering the Great Yu Dynasty brings abundant opportunities, but also great dangers.

Leaving aside the distant future, just considering the opportunity to advance through the spiritual veins of the vast icy plains, as long as a portion of it is shared by Medicine King Valley and the Fire Worship Cult.

Given that Xuan Yang Mountain is much smaller than other Nascent Soul sects, it's enough to provide each member with an extra high-grade magic weapon.

"Hengyi, what do you think?" Xiao Changce looked earnestly at the handsome cultivator whose life force was fading and surrounded by the sounds of sacrificial rites.
"Delay will only lead to unforeseen changes. With Junior Brother Xuan Yi's lifespan, he won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Zhang Heng remained expressionless, his thoughts racing, before finally letting out a soft sigh. "Fine, let's give Senior Brother Changce some face."

A token slipped from his sleeve and floated to Fang Yi's front. He solemnly said, "When the sect leader makes his move, just use this communication token to notify me."

However, whether you can bring up the matter of the deer demon depends on your abilities.”

"Good." Fang Yi's eyes showed a hint of joy. The lineup to surround and kill the deer demon was now complete, and the next step was to lure the snake out of its hole.

With the assistance of two great masters, and with their calculated strategy against the unsuspecting, as long as Lu Xiaozi leaves the demon clan's territory, they will surely be able to kill him in one blow.

As for how the Deer Demon Child left Mount Sudu?
Fang Yi murmured to himself, 'With Jiu Shang holding us back, Qing She, Yu'er, and Heng'er should head to Su Du Mountain by now.'

A quarter of an hour later.

The main gate of the Ancestral Hall opened wide, and a dim, yellowish light fled towards the Five Extremes Peak.

Watching his departing disciple, Xiao Changce glanced at Zhang Hengyi and murmured to himself, "They're both my flesh and blood. I'll help Fang Yi one last time, and then I won't get involved anymore."
The victor is king, the loser is a bandit; the legacy of both sides remains within the ancestral hall, never to leave its lineage.

In the ancestral hall, a glass lamp was lit, dispelling the darkness.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" The sound of boots striking the bluestone ground was followed by the folding up of a screen painted with a scene of a moonlit spring river.

Yang Xuanyi, with his white hair cascading down his shoulders and fine lines faintly visible at the corners of his eyes, slowly walked out of the secret room.

"Senior brother, there's no need to compromise with Qingyangzi for my sake," he earnestly advised, his gaze piercing.

"He and his senior brother are both True Persons of the Wood Path, but their paths clash. If Fang Yi were to complete the inheritance, the threat would increase exponentially."

Zhang Heng remained calm, recalling the results of his earlier probing, and explained in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with my junior brother."

Fang Yi obtained half of the Jumang Witch Seal. Even without your involvement, I, as his elder brother, would still investigate its origins.

"What was the result?" Yang Xuanyi pressed.

“But it is a path of decay and decay,” Zhang Heng said.

"The Great Venerable Jumang is the Ancestor of Wood, the Spring Lord, the founder of the Spirit Plant Master Dao, and a True Person who cultivates the Dao of Wood Withering. No wonder he is so fond of him."

While joining forces to kill the Deer Demon, we will also test the waters a bit more.

Luring a Grandmaster into a trap is no easy feat, especially since it concerns the completion of one's cultivation path. If Fang Yi had other trump cards up his sleeve, he wouldn't be able to hide anything anymore.

"That's good." Yang Xuanyi felt a little relieved and said seriously, "My aptitude is ordinary. Even if I form a true core, it will be the lowest grade of core."

Fang Yi, the Qingyangzi, established his own lineage at the Five Extremes Peak and was a top-tier hero.

"Don't let my raising of a tiger become a problem."

"Testing my strength?"

At the summit of Wuji Peak, Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a blue cloud robe, with the phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom appearing in his eyes.

"To be able to reach the Great True Person realm from among those who have just formed the Core in the Great Cloud Realm, there are truly no ordinary people like him." His thoughts raced.

"Are they waiting for me to expose my true strength during the battle to kill the Deer Demon?"

"Ah"

Fang Yi's dark eyes dimmed slightly as he said softly, "I, Fang, have a long lifespan, with over five hundred years to live."

This hand holds far more chess pieces than Master Hengyi.”

He glanced at Huo Zhao, who was tempering his body on the altar, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned to look in the direction of Sudu Mountain.

His sharp gaze seemed to reach hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"Green Snake, Yu'er, Heng'er, it's time to prepare to lay the bait."

Tracing the mountain, we arrive at the ancient city of Dadu.

High above the clouds, the stone platform, wreathed in flames, emitted a red glow. Xu Qingshe glanced at the majestic ancient city and then waved his sleeve.

"Buzz!"

The Crimson Glazed Platform transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the depths of Sudu.

A few moments.

In the midst of a dense ancient forest, in a desolate ruin, crumbling walls and broken bricks are scattered everywhere.

"Boom!"

A section of earthen wall collapsed, dust flew everywhere, and a musty, decaying smell filled the air.

A wisp of blue light transformed into a lotus leaf, smoothing away the flying dust.

Qin Yu had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wore a black brocade robe, and held a broken jade slip in his hand.

He channeled his magical power, and a Daoist aura, which had witnessed the changing seasons and the decay of vegetation, surrounded the jade slip.

“Uncle-Master Green Snake, the ruins of this villa left behind by Green Wood have already been completely excavated.”

"Our newly arranged protective barriers have not been tempered by the passage of time; they are exceptionally new. How could they possibly lure the Demon King into taking the bait?"

Li Heng held the precious pearl in his hand, his face showing concern.

After the Nascent Soul Ceremony at Xuan Yang Mountain concluded, I received a decree from my master, Fang Yi.

They rushed as fast as they could, finally arriving before the two demon kings, Huang Qiu and Jin Jing, to arrange the opportunity to build their cave dwelling.

This matter concerns the completion of Master Fang Yi's cultivation method, and we must not allow any problems to arise at this crucial moment.

I have been entrusted with this task, so I must be loyal to it. Especially since it is a friend I have known for nearly two hundred years.

Xu Qingshe thought of the items Fang Yi had left in his storage bag, and he was confident in his plan.

"Yu'er, Heng'er, don't worry. Senior Brother Fang has already given instructions that condensing a withered pearl is enough to fake 50% of the aura."

Then you can simply break the protective barrier.

We will first set up the prohibitions, and in no more than ten days, the Wild Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Ape King will arrive.

Xiao Qi will need to repair the formation by then, so there won't be much free time.

Xu Qingshe stroked the bronze ring in his hand, then said, "Senior brother inherited part of the Qingmu Palace's lineage, but the missing techniques are in Lu Xiaozi's hands."

The two demon kings, Huang Qiu and Jin Jing, were powerful figures in their own right, having condensed their golden cores. After breaking through their cultivation realm, their progress was rapid, and they had already reached the fifth level of the Core Formation stage.

The latter cultivated for over three hundred years, reaching the sixth level of the Core Formation realm, touching the threshold of a True Person at the sect leader level.

Below the Deer Demon Child of the Mountain Demon Clan, these two are the most respected; they are no ordinary beings. Remember, do not be careless.

Qin Yu and Li Heng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously patted their storage bags.

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

Dozens of beams of spiritual light shot out, transforming into pavilions and towers, which fell one by one into the ruins. "Senior brother, are you fully prepared?" Looking at the dilapidated square pavilion, the wooden building with moss-covered walls, and the drafty, sandalwood-built pavilion.

Xu Qingshe felt the vicissitudes of time rushing towards him.

His expression was strange as he muttered to himself, "How can my senior brother's antique-making skills be so refined?"

The demonic cultivators and tribulation cultivators I killed earlier who were fishing for food seemed to pale in comparison to my senior brother, and he even left me a withered precious pearl.

"Brother Xu, it's time to make your move," a silver head popped out from Xu Qingshe's arms. The adorable little beast, holding the Wuyang Array Book, urged.

"Master has expended great magical power to condense the withered pearl, Brother Xu, please urge it on quickly."

I'm still waiting to recreate the old formation.

"An aged formation?"

"How do you make the formation look old?" Li Heng and Qin Yu asked in astonishment almost simultaneously.

Seven Precepts chuckled, a cunning glint in his dark eyes. "You two watch closely, this is Old Monster Fang's trump card."

Xu Qingshe's lips twitched slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, a dim yellow pearl flew out.

The precious pearl spun around, and wisps of withered spiritual light fell into the dilapidated pavilions and towers.

"Buzz!"

The sandalwood was rotten, and worm-eaten cracks appeared. Upon seeing this, Seven Precepts spat out array patterns that flowed and were inexplicably incomplete, maintaining the pavilions and towers from collapsing further.

"Qin Yu, the jade slip!" she urged.

"Go!" Qin Yu's eyes widened as he stared at the ruins, which had been restored to their original state, and he dared not delay.

The jade slip, surrounded by withered Daoist charm, fell down, and streaks of spiritual light shone, transforming into old roots that wrapped around the jade slip.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, the yellow mud and rocks softened, and the pavilions and towers slowly sank into the ground.

Xu Qingshe reached out and made a grasping motion; a wisp of decaying, withered energy, yet carrying a hint of life, fell into his palm.

"Repair it to its original state."

"What a great skill!"

His eyes widened in shock; the magical artifacts and pavilions he had refined ten days earlier looked as if they had been left over from a thousand years ago.

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen the layout of these ruins with his own eyes...

"It's truly unimaginable."
The writing systems and architectural styles from a thousand years ago are almost identical.

"Senior Brother Fang's scheme against Lu Xiaozi is not something he's been doing for a day."

"Hey," Seven Precepts' eyes darted around, his divine sense once again plunging into the Wuyang Array Book, muttering to himself.

'It's more than just a one-day effort.'

Before the master formed his core, he had already set his sights on this wood-type demon body that had been tempered for eight hundred years.
That's a top-tier spiritual item used for crafting puppets.

Xuanyang Mountain.

On the empty bluestone platform of Wuji Peak, Huo Zhao stood shirtless, his muscles trembling.

Strands of crimson blood energy, mixed with gilded light, transformed into a membrane that formed on the skin.

"Ahhh!" A searing pain, like being reborn, surged through Huo Zhao's body, causing him to tremble all over.

The purest blood and qi leaked out from the nine orifices.

"Ultimately, it's just a matter of time to refine it." Fang Yi's eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he were looking at a dead object, as he continuously deduced the direction of the Four-Nine Arcane Technique, and the collision of magical power and energy.

Only after the Nine Mysterious Techniques Meridian Chart in Volume Four was completed did he extend a finger.

"Bang!" The withered, yellow finger shadow fell.

The greatest sound is silent. Huo Zhao's true core shattered completely, transforming into a foundation that devoured all the pure essence, blood, and magical power.

"It's done." Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly, and then he began to exhale and exhale his magical power.

The two decrees transformed into Azure Sky Cranes, their long wings flapping as they descended towards Tianji Peak and Chunyang Peak respectively.

He gazed at Huo Zhao, whose skin shimmered with a jade-like light, nodded in satisfaction, and then patted his storage bag, causing the Five Poison Cauldron to fall.

"Please refine the medicinal liquid in this cauldron carefully. I have important business to attend to and need to go out for a while."

"Once I return and your energy and spirit are fully restored, you can begin condensing the elixir again."

"Yes, Master!" Huo Zhao prostrated himself, his eyes filled with gratitude. "This disciple thanks Master for continuing my path of cultivation."

"It's just a matter of each getting what they need." Fang Yi waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

"You can use this opportunity to rebuild your foundation, and I can also verify your profound skills. If you are truly grateful to your master, then cultivate diligently."
"In the future, the affairs of the Great Yu will undoubtedly require the assistance of you Core Formation cultivators."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Yi flicked his sleeve and vanished in a dim, yellowish light.

Tianji Peak is shrouded in mist and clouds, and the dried-up waterfall is now rippling with water, cascading down three thousand feet.

"Wow!"

The melodious cry of a crane echoed, and a spirit crane transformed into a communication talisman and fell.

The six stars of the Big Dipper shone brightly, and You Xishan waved his sleeves to put away the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram.

"Invited by Junior Brother Fang, it began..."
"Deer Mandrill?

"Weighing this old monster is a good way to stretch my muscles and prepare for the vast ice plains to come."

In the Ancestral Hall, the flames of 108 lamps flickered, incense wafted, and the sounds of sacrificial rites resounded.

Zhang Heng knelt on the ground, chanting incantations. One after another, the ancient people, clad in animal skins, held jade rulers, incense burners, or spirit knives.
A series of illusory figures appeared, all paying homage to the shamanic figure on the altar, who had a human face and a bird's body and was surrounded by grains.

"Wow!"

The melodious cry of a crane pierced through the magical barrier, transforming into a token that fell to the ground. He frowned slightly, and the chanting of the sacrificial prayer quickened.

A quarter of an hour later, the illusory figures of the ancestors dissipated, and a verdant, ethereal light rose from the Ancestral Hall.

"Xuanyi, you should focus on tempering your body. Your senior brother will be right back."

Do not underestimate yourself in matters of cultivation. The Great Yu is not like the Great Yun; its cultivation civilization is flourishing, offering you opportunities for further advancement.

Chiyang Cliff.

Watching the azure, yellow, and silver spiritual light converge and head towards Sudu Mountain, Chi Meizi nodded slightly.

"Everyone is striving for the path of cultivation, preparing for the events of the Great Yu."
I, too, must not hold anyone back.

"Edict!"

"Boom!"

Xuan Yang Mountain trembled, flames surged, and the brown ground melted, turning into a lava lake.

A powerful, thick-shelled fire-swallowing tortoise with four pillar-like legs slowly emerged from the magma pool beneath the earth.

"Junior Brother Chiyang, thank you for your trouble!"

"Roar!"

A roar rang out, and the old tortoise grew larger in the wind, transforming into the size of a mountain in an instant.

Seven days later, night fell, and dark clouds gathered, obscuring the stars and moon, plunging the Sudu Mountains into complete darkness.

Gu Jiushang stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on demonic clouds, and disappeared into the depths of the Golden-Eyed Ape Dynasty mountain range.

"Ok?"

The Golden-Eyed Ape King paused in his act of munching on the spirit peach, gazing at the soaring spiritual light that stirred up the winds and clouds.

"Not good!" A cry of alarm rang out, followed by the rise of three Core Formation Qi.

Then, three magical treasures—a flag, a pearl, and a furnace—rose up, forming a small Three Talents Formation to suppress the spiritual energy tide.

"The relic has appeared?" The Golden-Eyed Ape King's pupils gleamed with excitement, and his face lit up with joy.

"This energy, amidst decay, carries a wisp of life, indicating it has been refined for at least a thousand years."

The ruins of Aoki-no-miya?

Armored in crimson and black, the Golden-Eyed Ape King swallowed the spirit peach in a few bites, grabbed his eyebrow-high black iron staff, and leaped into the air.

"Buzz!"

A golden ripple spread out, and Gu Jiushang frowned slightly, blocking the way.

"Golden Ape King, Deer Lord is waiting for us to return and report."

The place where the spiritual light surged was the Aoki Palace Annex, which, if there had been the right opportunity, would have been completely excavated a thousand years ago.

Gu Jiushang solemnly warned, "When opportunity knocks, beware of traps!"

"The Aoki Palace Villa?" Upon hearing this, the Golden-Eyed Ape King's heart burned even hotter.

Everyone in the demon clan of Sudu Mountain knows that Lu Xiaozi was able to enter the position of Great True Person only because he obtained a branch of the Qingmu Palace lineage.

As for the trap?

His eyes gleamed with a golden light, which traveled for dozens of miles before landing on the dusty ruins.

A decaying aura is faintly visible, and on a dilapidated building covered in moss, tiny characters, written in tiny script, are written on a dimly colored jade slip.

"This energy is decayed and has endured the vicissitudes of time; how could it possibly be faked?"

Gu Jiu's heart turned cold, her brows furrowed. "Ape King, the matter of Xiao Zun is of utmost importance!"

"Don't try to intimidate me with that deer demon. He's a Great Master, but I, this old ape, am no less capable!"

Surrounded by demonic energy, the Golden-Eyed Ape King manifested a domain of power, with the illusory image of Rotten Peach Mountain, shrouded in pink miasma, towering majestically.

"Go away!"

"Drawing the power of mountains into the realm of law, the Ape King touched the threshold of the sect leader."

"With Xuan Yang Mountain facing a life-or-death crisis, are you still holding back?"

Gu Jiushang's expression changed slightly, seemingly unable to withstand the power of the Rotten Peach Mountain's domain, and he staggered back several steps.

The Golden-Eyed Ape King, his black iron staff dangling, wore a smug expression. "Deer Demon Child is improving, and Wild Dragon, you are improving."
Red Eyebrow Master is a True Lord who has attained enlightenment, and Green Sun Master Fang Yi is comparable to a Great True Man.

"You won't even let this old man improve?"

“Huang Qiu, have you thought this through? Lu Xiao Zi is Lu Xiao Zi, and you are you.”

We demon kings fight against the heavens for our destiny; we cannot allow our path to be suppressed by others.

Gu Jiushang's expression was uncertain, but in the end, he once again grasped the Taotie Blade in his hand.

"go!"

'coming! ’

Dozens of miles away, one could see dilapidated pavilions and towers slowly rising, shrouded in legal restrictions.

With a wave of his sleeve, Xu Qingshe unleashed a crimson glow from the Heaven and Earth Furnace, which crashed down like a meteorite.

"Those who are on business at Xuanyang Mountain, please stop here!"

The pinkish-gold escape light paused slightly, then the demonic energy surged, and the Golden-Eyed Ape King's eyes reflected three Core Formation cultivators and a small silver-white beast.

Upon seeing this, he was completely convinced that this was a stroke of luck, and the remnants of the Green Wood Palace had been reborn.

"Xuanyang Mountain?"

He sneered and brought the black iron rod down with his huge hand.

"clang!"

The golden and crimson spiritual light clashed, sparks flew, and the sound of gold and jade colliding reverberated for miles, creating waves of spiritual energy.

"This is Sudu Mountain. My demon race also has a True Monarch here, so we are not afraid of your Xuan Yang Mountain Red Eyebrows."

"If you know what's good for you, leave this world immediately!"

"How dare you!" A look of astonishment flashed across Xu Qing's snake eyes. He never expected that this ape would also be able to reach the threshold of the sect leader.

"Yu'er, Heng'er, you two join forces with Xiao Qi to entangle the Golden-Eyed Ape King."

"Uncle-Master, please take the treasure first!"

"Don't think about it!"

Accompanied by a majestic lion's roar, a handsome and masculine demon king descended, and Gu Jiushang clapped his five fingers lightly.

"Windclaw!"

His lips moved rapidly. "The opportunity is split evenly!"

"boom!"

　This is a 6200-word update, also a make-up chapter.

　　I was planning to post 4,000 words now, and save 2200 for the next chapter, but I think I'll just post them together.
　　
  　
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