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

Chapter 942 Each reveals their trump cards, and Zheng Kui is killed again (6000 words)
Cardinal Yanling Dojo.

Gears of different sizes mesh and rotate.

Twelve colossal pillars soared into the sky, water surged, and slender, metallic-looking gray vines lashed down relentlessly.

A black veil billowed, exuding a deep, eerie aura, and a black ghost realm, about ten feet in size, took shape.

Old Gui Zheng was a burly man. Looking at the surging spiritual pressure sweeping in, his face turned ruthless, and his scar twitched.

"Miscalculation!"

How could a cultivator undergo a Dharma Domain transformation and evolve a perfect Dao Field at the mid-stage of Core Formation?!

"Clang!"

The thick-backed demon-headed sword unleashed a fierce blade of light, causing the Cardinal's spirit dojo to tremble. One gray gear after another turned, and a round metal shield appeared.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the Cardinal Yanling Dojo was only slightly disturbed before it subsided in an instant.

Old Master Zheng's face was gloomy. He patted his storage bag, and a black and blue light shot out, transforming into a black umbrella. The umbrella opened, and dark plum blossoms fell, layer upon layer.
With the Black Nether Umbrella protecting him, he felt a slight sense of relief, his mind racing as he considered countermeasures.

"Force a breakthrough?"

"No way!" Before he could even catch his breath, the thought was dismissed, and his eyes were filled with a deep, unsettling light.

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. I'll join up with Devouring Spirit and Crimson Bone first!"
The third-tier high-grade puppet was still hidden in the shadows, presiding over the Cardinal Yanling Dojo.

The Daoist temple connects heaven and earth, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy from all directions, and its Daoist charm arises spontaneously, which even third-tier spiritual objects cannot withstand.

A puppet with such a foundation is of extremely high quality; its main material is most likely a near-fourth-tier spiritual object, or at least very close.

Dark clouds churned beneath Zheng Laogui's feet, instantly sensing the crimson yin energy.

"Found it!"

Unfortunately, Fang Yi was more skilled, and Ao Peng struggled in his palm, losing the initiative.

However, with Devouring Spirit Child and Crimson Bone Corpse King joining forces to escape the Dharma Domain Dojo, the outcome remains uncertain.

A brown cloud rose quietly, the Nine-Bend Array slowly unfolded, spiritual sand churned, and turbid streams flowed gently.

The adorable, silvery-white little beast blinked its dark eyes and scratched its head.

"If Boss Fang agrees to keep Zheng Kui occupied, and if Boss Gu sends more delicacies, he won't eat them all himself, he'll share some with me."

It swept over Zheng Laogui, whose face was tense and whose expression was wary, and finally landed on the Black Nether Umbrella.

"A top-grade defensive treasure, the Great Yu is truly wealthy."

"die!"

Old Ghost Zheng unleashed a magic seal with his thick, five fingers, and ghostly figures appeared on the black umbrella, some with severed arms, others headless, and still others with only one leg.
The twenty-nine incomplete human and demon souls were all taken from Core Formation Realm cultivators and demon kings of the demon race.

Even though they lost their physical bodies and demon cores, each one, after his meticulous refinement, was no weaker than a fake core cultivator.

The gloomy ghost tide swept towards Seven Commandments, and the eerie green blade light fell, severing the turbid flow and splitting the Nine-Bend Formation in two.

"Finally caught you!"
"A demon king at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage dares to conceal his aura and secretly spy on me!"

"This is bad, we've been outsmarted by Old Monster Fang!"

This Zheng Kui is clearly at the eighth level of the Core Formation stage, unlike someone who has just entered the Great True Person realm!

Seven Precepts arched his back, his silver hair standing on end like needles, without the slightest hesitation.

"call!"

The Earth-Earth Treasure Gourd spewed out spiritual sand, causing sand and stones to fly, and the silver-white beast quickly retreated into the depths of the Taoist temple.

"You even know my real name is Zheng Kui. It seems you are of extraordinary value to Fang Yi, not just an ordinary tamed pet."

"Want to go?"

"A spirit pet proficient in array formations is incredibly valuable. How could I possibly let you escape?"

The black umbrella spun, its dark, precious light crisscrossing and catching the spiritual sand.

With a thought, Zheng Kui unleashed a surge of ghosts that instantly tore through the gray mist of the Daoist temple, blocking Qi Jie's retreat.

"If you, little beast, are skilled in stealth, you might actually escape."

Gazing at the small, silvery-white beast surrounded by the ghostly tide, Zheng Kui's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) scar writhed on his face.

His tense mind finally began to relax slightly.

"Even the spirit pets at the sixth level of Core Formation were dispatched, and that human puppet was indeed unable to make a move."
Is it because their magical power is insufficient, and they need puppets as objects to suppress the dojo?

"As long as I capture you, you little beast, I will be able to attack or defend as I please."

Zheng Kui flicked his fingers, and the thick-backed ghost-head saber transformed into a dark green blade of light that slashed down.

Seven Precepts' expression changed drastically. He suppressed his heartache and unleashed the power of the Earth Treasure Gourd, sending it hurtling down like a meteorite.

"clang!"

The eerie green blade clashed with the yellow gourd, and the dark ghostly energy and wild demonic power fiercely clashed.

The once lifeless temple was now rippling with emotion.

"clang!"

The Earth-Earth Treasure Gourd subtly evolved seven treasure restrictions, advancing towards becoming a high-grade magic treasure, but ultimately it remained a mid-grade magic treasure, lacking sufficient foundation.

Moreover, Qi Jie's cultivation level was not as good as Zheng Kui's.

In less than ten breaths, Seven Rings was forced into a completely disadvantageous position. If it weren't for the assistance of the Cardinal Yanling Dojo, it would have been severely injured and captured alive.

"Divine Power: Profound Yin Connects to the Netherworld!"

Zheng Kui severed five fingers, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The severed five fingers exploded into five clouds of blood mist, which were instantly absorbed by the ghost tide, evolving into a domain that expanded to a radius of a hundred feet.

"Nausea persists, ghostly intent lingers, a wondrous method binds the spirit's threads!"

"Tear!"

Three thousand threads converged, transforming into an ancient gray figure, which swept towards the silver-white beast surrounded by the ghost tide.

Seven Precepts' face was gloomy, and his surging demonic power soared into the sky, barely managing to support the ancient diagram woven from the binding spirit silk for about ten feet, preventing it from falling.

"You forced me into this situation!"

"Even a cornered beast will fight!"

Zheng Kui sneered, already sensing that within this puppet dojo, there were faint echoes of tiger roars, and that icy blue Daoist energy was intertwined and battling with corpse energy.

Ultimately, it created ripples.

"Ao Peng holds the Purple Lotus Palace Lantern, has mastered the Flame-Burning Technique, and is protected by the Vajra-infused Buddhist treasure, the Garan Relic Pagoda."
Even if they are no match for Fang Yi, they can still buy time.

The Crimson Bone Corpse King is entangled with the puppets created by the Tiger Hill Demon King; victory is only a matter of time.

As for the Devouring Spirit Child
That's enough to make the puppet that activated the Puppet Dao Arena expend all its energy.

A fleeting look of apprehension crossed Zheng Kui's eyes. Both were Core Formation Grandmasters, but Tun Lingzi had become famous even before him.

"Now that things have come to this, you little beast, why don't you just surrender and avoid suffering?"

"Oh!

"Since you're forcing me like this," Seven Precepts' demonic aura surged, and a noble, ancient phantom appeared.

Zheng Kui subconsciously took a half step back, a precious talisman slipped from his sleeve, and his expression became solemn.

"Could it be that this little beast possesses some wondrous magic or supernatural power within its bloodline?!"

so what!

"A mere Core Formation Stage 6 demonic beast, once I capture it, I'll definitely skin Fang Yi alive!"

"Master, save me!!" Seven Precepts cried out to the heavens, his eyes filled with tears.

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"Fang Yi?"

Within the Xuan Yin Tong Ming Domain, Zheng Kui did not notice Fang Yi. His expression froze, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he erupted in fury.

"How dare you mock me!"
"Ha, I've changed my mind. I'm determined to extract your soul and refine it into a third-tier Yin Ghost, subjecting you to the torment of being refined by true fire every day."

"Whoosh!"

The ancient diagram, woven with soul-binding threads, surged with yin energy, crushing the wild demonic energy and pressing down on the silver-white beast's head.

"Master, save me!!"
I will no longer shirk my responsibilities and will use the power of the spiritual fruit to refine the Earth Gourd.

"Help?"

As Zheng Kui watched the Soul-Binding Diagram envelop the silver-white beast, leaving it only with a weak struggle, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Instead of begging Fang Yi to save you, you should beg me to go easy on you when I extract your soul."

"is it?"

"Snap!" The Azure Blood Bodhi Branch lashed down, its resilient branch striking the Soul-Binding Diagram. In an instant, the ancient diagram tore apart, and the aura of Yin spirits overflowed.

With his long, slender fingers, Fang Yi scooped up the still-shaken Qi Jie, his robes billowing as he stroked the glossy fur of the silver-white beast.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Kui wants my pet's life? I'm afraid that's impossible."

He patted Seven Precepts on the head and scolded him in a low voice: "I told you to temper your body and strengthen your bloodline long ago."

Inheriting a trace of true spirit bloodline, do you really think you are the ancient true spirit Tianpeng Beast?
"Can one's cultivation level continuously increase simply by closing one's eyes, sleeping, eating, drinking, and having fun?"

"Little Seven understands." The silver-white beast was still in shock, having just truly felt Zheng Kui's frenzied killing intent.

If Fang Yi had been a step later, it would have already turned into a lifeless pile of mud.

"What you say is true, sir. Mountains may crumble, and rivers may dry up; for those of us who cultivate ourselves, we can only rely on ourselves."

Fang Yi nodded slightly as he sensed the dissipation of the languid and lazy Daoist aura within Qi Jie's soul.

The Tianpeng Beast was indeed powerful, but Qi Jie's cultivation was insufficient to control the laziness and languor flowing from its bloodline.

After this battle, the two great Daoist arts were suppressed by the life-or-death crisis, and within sixty years, the Seven Precepts were able to cultivate diligently.
He waved and stuffed the excited Seven Commandments into his sleeve.

Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly, his green robes fluttering loudly, like ancient trees reaching for the sky, deep and imposing.

“Fellow Daoist Zheng Kui, there is no one else here but you and me cultivating together. It’s time to settle our score.”

"Splash!"

The ancient banner, as big as a palm, swelled in the wind, growing to a size of ten feet. Five colors of spiritual light flowed around it: blue, white, black, red, and yellow, and the phantom of a blessed land of decay and prosperity appeared.

"A wondrous method: Nourishing Qi with the Five Lotuses!"

"Wonderful Method: Mysterious Ganoderma Lucidum Ascends to Divine Power!"

"A wondrous method: like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain!"

"To avert disaster and invoke divine intervention, turning misfortune into fortune, is called averting disaster and accumulating blessings!"

"Wonderful Method: Preserving Life Qi with the Essence of Medicine!"

"Ingenious Technique: Withered Wood Armor!"

"A wonderful method."

Five-colored lotuses drift down, black precious fungus nourishes the soul, verdant spiritual rain moistens the skin and bones, and continuous purple aura blesses good fortune.
A series of supernatural seals flowed, involving [Wood], [Puppet], [Heavenly Secrets], [Medicine], and [Poison]. With the blessing of seven supernatural powers, Fang Yi's aura continued to rise.
Within his soul, the Three Lives Stone shimmered with black and white light, its features becoming increasingly clear. The Corpse God stood with his hands behind his back, poised to strike.

"Buzz!"

A plume of silver-red qi and blood billowed into the sky.

Fang Yi felt the remaining 50% of his magical power in his dantian. As the Golden Elixir of Withering and Flourishing absorbed medicinal power, the Dao phenomena of the four seasons rotated.

Mana continuously recovers
A fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and his five fingers, with their distinct knuckles, reached out to grip the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch. The verdant branches closed, and streaks of sword light appeared on the branches.

"It's rare to encounter a Grand Master at the eighth level of Core Formation. Let me stretch my muscles a bit."

“Seven supernatural powers are at your command.” Zheng Kui looked at the handsome young man whose aura was even stronger than when he appeared at Fire Gold Lake.

His face was ashen, almost dripping with despair; utterly hopeless, he roared:
"Ao Peng is a piece of trash and has no right to be called a Great Master!"
Protected by the Garan Relic Pagoda, Fang Yi's life force remained completely unharmed despite his easy demise.

"While battling him, the magical power that had been severely depleted in the temple was also restored."

"Zheng Kui, now that we've determined who's superior and who's inferior, we'll also decide our fate!" Fang Yi said, his boots treading on green lotus blossoms, holding a jade-red Bodhi branch in his hand.

"Snapped!"

The sturdy branches curled up layers of sword light, lashing down.

"To determine who is superior and who is inferior, and to decide life and death!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, Fang Yi?!" Zheng Kui roared to the sky, absorbing the energy of the Yin ghosts, and his burly figure instantly grew to more than three zhang in size.

His hands, the size of a millstone, gripped a thick-backed ghost-headed blade, while the black umbrella transformed into heavy armor covered in underworld runes.

"Snapped!"

The blood-red Bodhi branch straightened instantly, living up to the willow's sway in the wind, as a verdant sword intent slashed down.

"Clang!" A tremendous backlash came, and the gloomy ghost energy tore through the meridians, but was supported by the five-colored lotus light.

"Third-tier mid-grade body refinement cultivation, Fellow Daoist Zheng Kui had this hidden trick up his sleeve?"

With a flick of his sleeves, Fang Yiyun's dantian circulated through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, completely obliterating the qi and blood containing the evil spirits of the underworld.

"Unfortunately, I possess this level of body refinement cultivation."

With the Four-Nine Mystic Arts activated, he moved swiftly and agilely, and with the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch in his palm, he thrust out another sword.

The branches, which are originally vines, mosses, grasses, and sphagnum mosses, are adept at the way of Yin wood. Enveloped in pure blood and qi, a strong force of Jia wood is integrated into the branches.

Zheng Kui's magical power flowed freely, his face was blue and his fangs were fierce, like a demon descending to earth. His essence, energy and spirit were refined to the peak.

"clang!"

The Blood-Red Bodhi Branch fell once more, its sword energy swirling and killing wisps of Yin Ghost Qi.

Fang Yimo's hair flew wildly, sometimes resembling a lone knight-errant traveling thousands of miles, and sometimes a dignified and noble young master from a prominent family.

He took a step forward, his aura instantly receding as he vanished into the shadows, like a rainbow piercing the sun, the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch thrusting out once more.
"clang!"

"clang!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clanging of clashing metal was incessant. The ghostly green blade clashed with the verdant branches, but was suppressed and forced to retreat step by step.
"happy!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeve, wiping away the glistening beads of sweat from his temples, his face flushed, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.

"I haven't felt this good in a long time!"

Is Fang Yi a monster?!
Without using puppets or relying on external objects, they were able to fight me by relying solely on their foundation.
Even if he also cultivates the physical body, he shouldn't possess such an unfathomable foundation!

Zheng Kui's face turned pale and then bluish, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed a pill hidden between his teeth.

"This foundation of Yi Lian's Qi cultivation must be extremely terrifying!"
True Core cultivator?

Is it only by relying on spiritual healing and the art of puppetry that one can contend with a Grand Master?

"What a load of bull!"
"Not a single word of that scoundrel's rumor is true!"

"A top-tier Golden Core cultivator in the Qi Refining Dao is actually rumored to be a lucky person who relies on external aids."
This Fang Yi is utterly shameless!

Zheng Kui looked at the handsome cultivator whose aura was three times more intense than before the battle and sneered repeatedly.

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running away is the best. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. You demon, the Zoroastrian pride will deal with you!
"A third-grade high-quality spiritual item, and you tricked me into risking my life? What a losing proposition!"

"boom!"

He suppressed his heartache and channeled his magical power, causing an ancient talisman to shoot out from his dantian.

The black umbrella, which had transformed into battle armor, bloomed like plum blossoms, and the eerie, ghostly aura spread for thousands of feet.

Three ghostly figures vanished in afterimages, fleeing in all directions with lightning speed.

"Great Divine Power of the Underworld: Three Ghosts' Teleportation Escape!"

"Which one is true?!"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, watching as Zheng Kui, realizing something was wrong, used his great supernatural escape technique to flee in three directions at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had already vanished a thousand feet.

"East?

南？
West?"

"Found it! The ghostly figure in the south!"

"Splash!"

The banners fluttered in the desolate landscape, and vines spread, transforming into a net that blotted out the sky.

"Buzz!"

Amidst the ghostly shadows, the thick-backed ghost-headed saber slashed down the eerie green blade light, tearing through the sky-covering vine net.

Beneath Fang Yi's boots, a blue lotus bloomed and faded, his figure ethereal, his left arm instantly expanding to over ten feet in length, surrounded by a jade-red Bodhi branch, withered and decaying Daoist charm flowing around it.

"Great Withered Vine Hand!"

"boom!"

The thick-backed ghost-headed knife was grasped, and Zheng Kui was knocked off by the Three Ghosts' Shifting Escape Technique.

In the Blessed Land of Withered and Flourishing, Seven Precepts breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."
The master's fighting spirit has vanished; now that he's in the Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Arena, Zheng Kui has no chance of survival.

"Splash!"

Zheng Kui's eyes were icy as he stared at the gray vines that had wrapped around his waist.

"How could I not know about the field's power?"

He made a hand seal, and a phantom of a blue-faced, fanged yaksha appeared behind him, striking Zheng Kui's body with a palm.

"Three Ghosts' Shifting Escape Technique: East!"

"Whoosh!"

The gray-white Daoist aura flowed, and his imposing physical body alternated with the ghostly figure to the east.

"boom!"

The three Yin ghost shadows that had moved there instantly self-destructed, creating huge waves in the dojo and shaking the twelve giant pillars that were suppressing the dojo.

"Trying to leave?"
dream! "

Fang Yi's soul was illuminated by the black and white light emanating from the Three Lives Stone, and the illusory image of the Corpse God Child with silver hair cascading down his shoulders merged into his soul.

Seventh level of Core Formation
Eighth level of Core Formation
Nine-level Core Formation
Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the power of his soul materialized, rippling outwards, and the Dharma Seal of the Mind Pivot between his brows reappeared.

He shot out streaks of azure light from his five fingers, opening up the acupoints of the Yuanhai Sect, which were covered in bone armor and exuded a majestic aura.

The magical power within his dantian flowed back through his meridians in an instant, restoring some of his magical power, which had dropped from over 50% to 30%.
'Heavenly Craftsmanship Method: Worrying.'

'Secret Techniques of the Demon: Shared Soul'

"Wonderful Technique: The Intercepting Spirit Palm!"

The gray puppet hand slammed down, gears turned, and with the blessing of the Cardinal's Spirit Dojo, it soared a thousand feet in an instant, grasping the constantly leaping gloomy escape technique.

"boom!"

Zheng Kui's face turned pale, and his three-zhang body transformed into a seven-foot drop. His fingertips were wrapped with magic seals.

"Three ghosts move and escape: West!"

"Splash!"

The human-ghost form became even more ferocious.

"It's done!"
The cultivation grounds have consumed a vast amount of magical power; there is absolutely no way Fang Yi could activate them again to intercept my escape light!

Zheng Kui watched as the Crimson Bone Corpse King fought against the Tiger Hill Puppet. He swallowed a precious pill, and his escape technique improved several times over.

"Fang Yi, I will avenge this grudge!"

His heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding. He hated Ao Peng for his incompetence and resented Fang Yi for pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

"Do not!

This is already a charade of an ant trying to swallow a dragon!
Utterly shameless!
"How could there be a more shameless and cunning scoundrel than me on the icy plains!"

A top-grade magic weapon and a near-fourth-tier escape talisman, combined to unleash a powerful escape technique, were Zheng Kui's backup plans for seizing the opportunity presented by the Great Cold Wave.

Each of the three ghostly figures is no weaker than a Great Immortal. As long as one of the figures escapes, the teleportation technique can be used to change the main body.

Now, all of them have been lost to Fang Yi!
"Whoosh!"

He waved his hand, severing the wriggling gray vines, and gazed at the border so close yet so far, at Fang Yi, a thousand feet away, whose face was contorted with rage.
Zheng Kui's lips moved: "There's plenty of time!"

"Roar!"

"Soul-Tearing Hand!"

Tiger Hill emerged from the gray mist, followed closely by a ghostly hand covered in scales and surrounded by phosphorescent flames.

"Red Bones? Tiger Hill?"

"Do not!!"

The two joined forces and struck down the last ray of light from the Three Ghosts' Teleportation Technique.

Zheng Kui, his face contorted in rage, fell once again into the Cardinal Yanling Dojo.

"Do you think Fang Yi will let you off the hook after what you've done, Chi Gu?"

Looking at Fang Yi holding the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, his robes fluttering, he strutted like a dragon and a tiger on Tiger Hill, surrounded by an aura of icy malice; the Blood Spring Coffin stood tall on the Black Jade Lotus.

Zheng Kui struggled and said, "If Chi Gu and I join forces, we might be able to escape."
The Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Dojo consumes terrifying amounts of magical power. Even with Fang Yi's cultivation at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage, and no matter how profound his foundation, he cannot sustain it for long.”

"Crack!"

The Blood Spring Coffin opened, and a young, red-faced man stepped out. Before Zheng Kui's horrified gaze, he addressed Fang Yiru with admiration:

"master"

"Do not!!"

Zheng Kuifa trembled, like a lone wolf driven to the brink of despair, and murmured in despair, "From beginning to end, it was all part of your plan."

A hundred feet away, a hazy, gray spiritual mist obscured divine senses.

The Gray Shadow Golden Blade circled around the Devouring Spirit Child, while the middle-aged cultivator, clad in animal hide, had a precious pearl rising from his palm.

"Heh, this Qingyangzi Fang Yi is quite capable. He has undergone a transformation in his Dharma Domain during the mid-stage of Core Formation and has condensed a Daoist field of mechanical puppets."
But even with the deepest foundation, how long can a cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage sustain their power?

The precious pearl shone brightly, illuminating an area of ​​a thousand feet in circumference.

"found it!"

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

A heaven-and-earth furnace crashed down, and a fiery lotus bloomed. Xu Qingshe stood on the lotus platform, and a wisp of crimson and blue precious flame appeared at his fingertips.

"It's not the seventh level of Core Formation, but the eighth level."

He twirled the bronze ring on his index finger, muttering to himself, "Senior Brother Fang is right. These cultivators of tribulation and unorthodox paths are all more troublesome than the last."

In terms of how well they conceal themselves, they surpass me.

Both Tunlingzi and Zheng Kui concealed their cultivation levels, and even Ao Peng possessed a Garan Relic Pagoda with nine layers of protective restrictions.

'However deep you hide, you can't hide as deep as Senior Brother Fang.'

Cardinal Yanling Dojo!

One side has transformed from the Dharma Domain and is no longer a rudimentary Daoist temple, even with the help of the Puppeteer bloodline and the blessing of secret techniques and supernatural powers.
Senior Brother's accumulation of Puppet Dao knowledge is so profound that he is at least a quasi-Grandmaster who has begun to explore the path of the fourth tier.

Within the bronze ring, an ancient and spiritual light flickered. 'Old Chen' looked solemn and was somewhat speechless.

'Okay, okay!'

Fang Yi actually had such a trump card up his sleeve! The opportunity you discovered during that great cold wave—if you join forces with him, you might just be able to contend for it!

"Who are you?"

Feeling the intense heat, no less powerful than that of the Great Master of the Fire Worship Cult, Tun Lingzi's expression turned solemn, and the last lingering thought in his mind vanished.

Remembering Fang Yi's instructions from a few days ago, Xu Qingshe released the icy blue spirit fire from her fingertips.

"Seeing Ao Peng demonstrate for so long, I'm also itching to join in. Fellow Daoist Tunlingzi, my apologies!"
"Wonderful Technique: Mysterious Dragon Refines the Realm!"

"Yan!"

A long, resounding dragon roar shook the heavens, and five colors of flame—gold, red, white, black, and blue—blazed brightly, each flame a high-grade, third-tier fire seed.

The power of fire element condensed, and five-colored flames converged, transforming into a creature with gilded horns, crimson scales, white true fire forming its bones, and black essence filling its flesh, until even its claws were covered in ice crystals.
"Roar!"

The flames surged and shook the area for miles around. A majestic black dragon, exhaling clouds and mist, resembled a monarch amidst the fire.

It actually occupied a thousand feet of land in the Cardinal Yanling Dojo, evolving into the prototype of a furnace dojo.

"Roar!"

The Xuanjiao extended its claws, its ice crystals and flames reflecting each other brilliantly, blending seamlessly, its energy surging dramatically, confronting the Great True Person at the eighth level of Core Formation.

"We've suffered a huge loss!"
A dignified Nascent Soul sect, its influence spanning tens of thousands of miles, how dare this damned Xuan Yang Mountain hide so well!

First, Fang Yi manifested the Puppet Dao Arena. Although Xu Qingshe is slightly weaker, he has also stepped onto the Nascent Soul path and condensed the rudimentary form of his own Dao Arena!

"boom!"

Xu Qingshe frowned slightly, as if he had heard something else, and his lips moved.

"Senior Brother Fang, leave this man to me."

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(End of this chapter)