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

Chapter 941 The Three True Ones of Daocheng Town, Ruthlessly Slaying Ao Peng

"Ao Peng?"
What are you doing at Firegold Lake?

Fang Yi frowned, his face showing wariness. He rolled up the sleeves of his Qingyun Dharma Robe and spoke in astonishment.

A continuous expanse of azure clouds surged forth from his wide sleeves, stretching for a hundred miles and colliding fiercely with the blazing white and crimson flames.

Azure clouds and white flames clashed and exploded incessantly. In an instant, the waters of Fire Gold Lake began to steam and more than half of it collapsed.

"Today is the day you, Fang Yi, die."

Looking at the blocked Flame Light Domain, Ao Peng's eyes were cold, and the telepathic command in his sleeve vibrated at an inexplicable frequency.

Three figures were hidden within the Dharma Domain, positioned in three directions, and continuously moving towards Fang Yi.

'I alone may not be able to defeat Fang Yi who wields a puppet, but with four Great Masters surrounding and killing me, this lineup is enough to roam freely in the Ice Plains.'

Do you think you can let him escape?

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi, you are too greedy!"

"If you hadn't been drawn out of the Huitong Mall by the Cold Jade Marrow Heart, you might have had a chance of survival once you broke through to the Great True Person realm."

"Imperial decree!" He clapped his five fingers, and the purple flame palace lantern transformed into a burst of crimson and white precious flames.

"Flame Devouring Refinement Technique, Nine Dragons Refine the Realm!"

Ancient, red and white runes rotated, leaping up from the sea of ​​fire, outlining bones, flesh, and scales.
A ferocious fire dragon with lifeless pupils appeared and disappeared.

The purple flame palace lantern trembled slightly, and nine spiritual threads descended, dotting the eyes of the painted dragon.

"Sing!!"

A fierce roar echoed for miles, stirring up a monstrous spiritual tide. The deep chill in the frozen soil was completely expelled, and the half-collapsed Fire Gold Lake was completely transformed into a sea of ​​lava.

"Hoohoo!"

Hot magma splashed everywhere, and nine crimson-gold dragons, their auras fierce, shook their scales and extended their claws in unison.

"Nine Dragons Refining the Realm Divine Power?"
The Zoroastrianism possesses profound supernatural powers and magical techniques, but unfortunately, its ability to command cultivators is limited.

Although he was a great immortal, he was far inferior to the Green Snake.

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, not surprised that Ao Peng possessed such supernatural power. The Fire Worship Sect was a major sect for Nascent Soul cultivators, and after thousands of years of accumulation, ninety-nine percent of the fire-based supernatural powers of the Great Yu and Great Yun were hidden within it.

With a flick of his sleeve, a burst of azure light shot out, transforming into a precious banner.

"Splash!"

The blue lotus flag flutters in the wind, with countless blue lotus blossoms hanging down, creating a scene of endless green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

"The Wood element generates life, creating the Azure Lotus Dharma Domain."

"Tear it!"

In the vast blue sea, clusters of verdant lotus flowers sway gently.

In an instant, flames erupted, and the blue lotus was uprooted by the dragon's claws, its petals and lotus platform torn apart.
The Azure Lotus Domain was torn apart by the fire dragon and shrank at a visible speed.

The Grand Master activated the Purple Flame Palace Lantern, which was naturally superior to the Azure Lotus Banner of the Six Paths of Restriction.
"Ah!"

Fang Yi's black hair flew wildly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled calmly as he raised the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner.

The nine precious restrictions transformed into a rotating Dharma wheel, gathering a myriad of life-giving energies. The spiritual light of the five elements—green, white, black, yellow, and red—flowed, and a touch of blessed land's power descended to empower it.

The Azure Lotus Banner is merely a mid-grade magic treasure, inferior to the Purple Flame Palace Lantern, but the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner is quite different.
"Buzz!"

The vast blue sea is teeming with life; withered lotus flowers have taken root and sprouted again, and broken lotus stems have regained their uprightness.

When one lotus is destroyed, another lotus is born.

The Azure Lotus Domain rolled upwards, binding the nine-headed crimson and white fire dragon.

"The treasure of the cave heaven with nine layers of restrictions?"

The cultivators of the Great Cloud Sect are impoverished; where did Fang Yi obtain such spiritual materials to refine such a powerful treasure?

Ao Peng's face turned pale and then red. He hadn't managed to force out the Abyss Sea Puppet, but instead he had forced out a treasure from a grotto-heaven.

The grotto-heaven treasure with nine perfected restrictions, like the ultimate treasures and killing treasures, is the most top-tier treasure that a Core Formation True Person can possess.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi actually had one in his hand!
The ancient banner possessed a powerful aura and a clear Daoist charm, free from any other magical contamination. It was clearly not inherited from his ancestors, but rather personally crafted by Fang Yi!
'Luckily, I wasn't the only one who did it, otherwise I would have lost my life.'

After testing the waters, Ao Peng changed his mind and stopped launching a direct attack.

He was aware of Ruan Yuxi's defeat, and he also witnessed the downfall of Mi Ku and Gao Shanfu.

Although the three of them were all rogue cultivators without any roots, they were still Great True Immortals!
How could anyone who has cultivated to the level of a Great True Person be a stupid and incompetent person?

"Fang Yi has a solid foundation!"

The fact that Da Yun could raise a cultivator like you is like secretly raising a small dragon, what a pity.
"If I dared to plot against you, would I come empty-handed?"

He patted his storage bag, and a three-story stupa was erected.

The garlands sway, and the twelve guardian deities engraved on the pagoda exude a pure and serene spiritual aura, with cascading gilded ripples protecting their forms.

"A top-grade Buddhist treasure, is it the Garan Relic Pagoda?!"

Within the crimson and white fiery domain, Old Ghost Zheng was draped in a black veil to conceal his aura, and the scars on his face writhing made him appear even more ferocious.

"After Ao Peng advanced to the seventh level of Core Formation, he completed the restoration of the Ao family's greatest foundation?"
Back then, Ao Rui, the ancestor of the Ao family, held a purple flame palace lantern in his hand and was protected by the Garan Relic Pagoda.

With two powerful treasures protecting him—one for offense and one for defense—he was able to defeat several Grand Masters with only the sixth level of Core Formation cultivation and seize the blessed land of the Six Prefectures of Huitong.

"I never imagined Ao Peng would have such profound knowledge, enough to repair the Garan Relic Pagoda..."

In the southeast corner of the red and white Dharma domain, gray mist swirled.

The indistinct figure lurked like a venomous snake, steadily approaching Fang Yi.

Tunlingzi licked the corner of his lips with his bright red tongue, his gaze passing over Fang Yi and landing on the Garan Relic Pagoda.

His face was filled with obsession, like a demon appearing in the world, extremely greedy.

"What a treasure!"

It possesses a pure and profound Buddhist aura, imbued with the blessings of Vajra.

The Ao family actually possesses such a high-grade magic weapon as their reliance.

"By surrounding and killing Fang Yi in this way, we will not be afraid of Ao Peng, the newly promoted Grand Master, being quickly defeated, thus filling the last weakness."

With a flick of his sleeve, a sharp dagger, three feet long and one finger wide, landed in his palm, gripped tightly by his fair fingers.

"Secret Technique: Shadow Strike!"

A wisp of thin, almost invisible corpse energy appeared, the bewitching Daoist aura of the Blood Spring Coffin flowed, and the round, red eyes blinked, glancing at the Garan Relic Pagoda with disgust.

He and Zheng Laoguai and Tunlingzi formed a three-way encirclement of Fang Yi with great tacit understanding.

The Xuan Yin Erwu Soul-Slaying Blade in his arms emitted a dark blue blade light, secretly locking down Old Monster Zheng's aura.

"Such an opportunity is rare. With your cultivation breaking through, Master, you can't do without a blood-path spiritual item of the Great True Person level."

"clang!"

In an instant, a hazy puppet-like figure appeared, its claws covered in white bone armor slamming down and striking the Garan Relic Pagoda.

"Puppet Master!"

As if a sacred mountain were pressing down, the Garan Relic Pagoda trembled, and nine gilded treasures bloomed like lotus flowers, the essence of Vajra flowing and enveloping Ao Peng.

"boom!"

The ground cracked, and the Garan Relic Pagoda was driven into the frozen soil.

"What a pity," Fang Yi said with a regretful expression, his brow furrowed in a state of flux, neither round nor flat.

Despite his arrogant words, he secretly possesses a superior Buddhist treasure for protection.

The protective Buddhist treasure that can manifest the Vajra Mind, while inferior to the ultimate treasure, is not far off.

The cultivators of the Great Yu Dynasty are indeed wealthy. The Ao family has a history of over two hundred years, and its foundation is quite profound.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Yi glanced at a corner of the sky, his dark eyes darkening slightly. Then, he extended his long, slender fingers, which shimmered with a soft, jade-like light.

"Whoosh!"

Holding the Blood Bodhi Branch in his hand, its resilient branches swayed in the wind, gathering the Daoist essence of Yi Wood.

The melodious roar of dragons echoes, grasses grow tall and orioles fly, and verdant fields sprout with five grains, as spring scenery unfolds in endless rows.

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

"Snapped!"

The branches lashed down, the whip's shadow shifting from hard to soft.

The vibrant green life force withered and decayed, transforming into a corrupting Daoist aura, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, or an ancient vine strangling and killing.
The nine guardian deities on the stupa were instantly entangled, their Vajra intent and withering Daoist aura locked in a fierce struggle.

This rare Buddhist treasure with nine layers of protective barriers was entangled by the lower-ranking Azure Blood Bodhi branch, rendering it unable to protect its owner.

"Not good!" Ao Peng's hair stood on end. He couldn't believe that he had been suppressed to the point of having almost no power to fight back after only ten breaths of fighting.

"Edict!"

The purple flames of the palace lantern flickered in his palm, and the Daoist essence of fire condensed into threads, like silkworms spinning silk, weaving a red and white fire net that swept towards the Abyss Puppet clad in bone armor.

"We don't seek merit, but only to avoid mistakes. As long as we keep this high-grade puppet occupied, the three fierce beasts will deal with Fang Yi."
No matter how strong he is, he is no match for Old Monster Zheng, Devouring Spirit Child, or Crimson Bone Corpse King.

Beneath the black veil concealing his presence, Old Monster Zheng relentlessly approached Fang Yi, his face contorted with grotesque scars, and his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Three hundred feet.
Two hundred zhang.
One hundred zhang
He sensed the connection between himself and Tunlingzi and Chiyin, and a sound transmission spell was vibrating in his sleeve.

Old Gui Zheng's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he looked up to the sky and roared.

"kill!"

A mournful howl rang out as the thick-backed ghost-headed broadsword transformed into a ghostly green beam of light and slashed down.

"Make your move!"

Devouring Spirit Child's body writhed like a boneless serpent, and the Gray Yin Gold-Seizing Blade in his hand shot out like an arrow.

The dark lotus blossomed, the blood spring coffin opened a crack, and a corpse hand covered in scales slammed down.

"Yin Zhi Soul Splitting Hand!"

"Fang Yi, you'd better not die!"

Zheng Laogui, Tunlingzi, and Chigu Shiwang, the three Great True Men, joined forces to surround and kill Fang Yi with the power of the Three Talents.

Ao Peng was extremely happy, and his magical power flowed more smoothly.

His face turned fierce as he clenched his fist and pounded his chest.

"cough!"

"Pfft!" He coughed up a stream of blood essence, which turned into scarlet spiritual mist.

The purple lotus palace lantern transformed into a great sun, rising from the ground.

The Garan Relic Pagoda absorbed the essence and blood, its Vajra intent blazing forth. It lifted and entwined the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, and pressed it down upon the Abyss Sea Puppet.

"not good!
How could three Great Masters be lurking here!

Fang Yi's expression changed drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a streak of emerald light and shot away to escape.

They could no longer care about the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch and the Abyss Puppet, which were restrained by the Garan Relic Pagoda.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

"Those who seize my Ao family's ancestral land, die! Die! Die! Die!"

Ao Peng's face was contorted with rage. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his meridians, he pushed the Flame Burning Technique to its limit. The purple sun instantly reversed, and the immense suction force, like an invisible tentacle, seized the verdant escape light.

Zheng Laogui and Tunlingzi were both seasoned veterans who seized upon a fleeting opening.

"kill!"

"die!"

"May I borrow your fine head?"

A ghostly aura surrounded by a ghostly green blade of light, a gray-gray blade that shot like an arrow, and a corpse-splitting hand surrounded by inky black aura all struck Fang Yi simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The crimson blood mist exploded, and the lush green life withered.

"It's done!"
They finally succeeded, and then, with the help of the Zoroastrian Church, they reclaimed their ancestral lands.

Qin Yu, Li Heng, Shen Che, Xie Qingtang, and all the cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain should not even think about leaving Huitong City alive.

Ao Peng sensed the energy extinguished in an instant, exhaled a breath of stale air, and murmured softly.

"After meticulous planning and exhausting the family's resources, they finally managed to kill Fang Yi."

"is it?
"Friendly Daoist Ao, this Buddha relic stupa is truly remarkable; it even managed to contain the abyss."

Like a whisper in one's ear, a clear and melodious sound rang out, and crimson and silver blood energy soared into the sky, supporting the Garan Relic Pagoda.

"Fang Yi?!"

Ao Peng's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with fear. A chill rose from his tailbone and rushed straight to his soul.

"I have come to believe that this treasure is of great affinity with me; fellow Daoist, why not help me achieve this?"

Fang Yi formed a hand seal, and the seal between his eyebrows transformed into an axe shape, causing three thousand invisible puppet threads to emerge from the air.

"The Secret Technique of the Demon Axe: The Two-Phase Body!"

The hazy, illusory figures shifted, and Yuan Hai found himself in Fang Yi's place at some unknown time.

A dead puppet is not a living thing, so naturally it has no vital energy.
"Buzz!"

The sea of ​​bones and armor stretched out with graceful strokes, and five fingers held a dark green blade.

The puppeteer's bloodline hidden deep within the puppet body was activated, and one after another, puppet phantoms appeared, with gear phantoms turning.

"Did we fail?!" Old Monster Zheng's expression changed drastically. He then looked at Tunlingzi and Chigu and instantly abandoned his intention to retreat.

The scar on his face twitched, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"It's just a third-tier high-grade puppet, and it's not like I haven't killed it before."

"Spirit Devourer and Crimson Bone, my two fellow Daoists, lend me a hand!"

"Ah!"

Fang Yi, wearing a lotus crown and with his robes fluttering, held out his hands dismissively, sweeping them over Ao Peng and Old Ghost Zheng before finally landing on Tun Lingzi.
"Too late!"

"Snap! Snap!"

As the mechanical seal descended, the gears began to turn incessantly, and waves surged beneath Yuan Hai's feet.

A gray vine grows from the waves, its slender branches gleaming with a metallic sheen, climbing through the air.

Three phantom images of the Pivot Armored Spirit Serpents followed closely behind, forming a serpent array on the soles of the Abyss Sea Beast Skin Boots, intertwining with each other and transforming into the foundation of their Dao.

Twelve colossal pillars rose from the ground to suppress the foundation, and the prototype of the puppet dojo was continuously completed.
"Buzz!"

A brilliant gray-gold light shone forth, and Fang Yi, with his magical power surging like a great river in his dantian, swallowed a Jade Spring Ascension Pill refined by Xu Qingshe.

He murmured softly:
"Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Dojo!"

The magic power, divine sense, and bloodline between the human and the puppet blend together seamlessly, becoming one.

As the surging energy rose and fell, it swallowed the struggling Old Ghost Zheng, the gloomy-faced Tun Lingzi, and Chi Yin.

The Daoist aura of the Cardinal Yanling Daoist Temple flowed, connecting with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It consumed terrifying magical power, yet he suppressed three Grandmasters of Core Formation with his own strength.

"The Dharma realm is perfected, and the sacred site is established!!"
"How is this possible!" Ao Peng exclaimed in despair.

He watched the handsome young man approaching, ignoring the Garan Relic Pagoda and the three great masters who had come to help.

"escape!"

Born into a family with a long tradition of learning, the Ao family, being from a major sect of Nascent Soul cultivators, naturally knew the terror of a perfect Dharma realm and a transformative Dao field.

This is the greatest foundation that allows a Nascent Soul seed to crush a Great True Person of the same level; it is a method that has already surpassed the Core Formation realm.

Although Zheng Laogui, Tunlingzi, and Chigu Shiwang are powerful and heroes in the vast icy plains, none of them have a Daoist temple.

Even with the cultivation level of the ninth stage of Core Formation and the rudimentary form of a Daoist temple, one would not possess such a foundation.

"escape!
We must escape!

"Once the Zoroastrian Church finds out about this, Luo Yuzhou will definitely ask the Hundred Cicada Old Monster to take action."

Only a Nascent Soul seed like this could possibly deal with a monster like Fang Yi!

"Pfft!"

A sharp pain shot through Ao Peng's chest, but his eyes cleared, and he sensed the gray energy within his soul.

"Third-tier poison energy?!"

Blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and as he felt his life force fading, he said in disbelief:

"This energy has long been refined by true fire. When...?"

"Pfft!"

Fang Yi retracted his long, slender fingers, and a crimson-white elixir pulsed in his palm.

"Having fallen into the hands of a cultivator skilled in both medicine and poison, how dare you be so arrogant, fellow Daoist?"

With a wave of his sleeve, black chains swirled, sealing Ao Peng's magic power, essence, life force, and soul.

He immediately looked toward the temple.

(End of this chapter)