Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

A month later, Chen Yuan, who was sitting on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes. His black hair turned snow-white and danced without wind. A thin layer of white flames appeared on his hands, as if he was wearing a pair of flame gloves.

He raised his hands, put them in front of his eyes, looked at them carefully, and smiled.

He finally completely refined that trace of Zhuyan's true blood, and the Zhuyan true blood in his body became much purer.

This thin flame glove is the best proof.

Before, Chen Yuan could only let Zhuyan's true fire burn, wasting his true essence in vain.

Now he can control the power of the true fire and use it to attack the enemy more calmly.

The time to stimulate Zhuyan's true blood has also been extended to three hundred breaths.

Stimulating true blood is like boiling a pot of water. True blood is water and true essence is firewood. The purer the true blood and the thicker the true essence, the longer it lasts.

After Chen Yuan's cultivation reached the middle stage of Jindan, the time to stimulate true blood was extended to two hundred breaths. Now that he has refined this trace of Zhuyan's true blood, the time has been extended by another hundred breaths.

One breath is similar to one second in Chen Yuan's previous life, and three hundred breaths is nearly half a quarter of an hour, which is enough to sustain a high-intensity battle.

In addition, Chen Yuan's physical body has also been strengthened a lot, and he is closer to breaking through the bottleneck. Without stimulating the true blood, his strength has reached 700,000 jin.

After stimulating the true blood, he can completely match the seventh-level monster beast. His strength exceeds one million jin, which is no more than the king of monster beasts.

The power of Zhuyan True Fire has also increased a lot. Chen Yuan has not tested it yet, but according to his guess, it can even threaten Yuanying cultivators.

The only pity is that Zhuyan True Fire still cannot be used out of the body. It can only grab the opponent's magic weapon, connect with the consciousness, or directly hit the opponent to burn his soul.

However, he has upgraded Binghuan to a magic weapon, so he doesn't have to worry about being injured by the opponent's magic weapon.

Moreover, the opponent will not guard against Zhuyan True Fire. Under the deliberate calculation, the cultivators of the same level can't last more than a few rounds.

Even most of the late Jindan cultivators can't match him.

Perhaps only a few extremely powerful cultivators and the royal family of monsters with extremely pure blood can fight him.

This is the horror of "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit". After Chen Yuan completed the first transformation, his strength is comparable to that of the descendants of the True Spirit of the same level.

He smiled with satisfaction, his white hair returned to its original state, and the Zhuyan True Fire wrapped around his hands slowly dissipated.

Then he raised his hand and grabbed it, and the Feiyun Sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sound of sword ringing.

As soon as he let go, the Feiyun Sword shuttled back and forth like a swimming fish, and it was smooth and free when it turned around, and the sword light was crisscrossed in the training room.

If other cultivators saw this scene, they would be very surprised.

Chen Yuan got this sword for only a month, and it took such a short time to warm it up, but he could do it like an arm, which was simply unheard of.

The restrictions in magic weapons are very complicated. When a cultivator gets a new magic weapon, he must nurture it for at least a few months, and his spiritual consciousness and true essence must be constantly infected, so that he can leave his own spiritual consciousness mark in the magic weapon and use it in the battle.

If you want to exert its full power, you have to nurture it in the dantian for a year to fully control the magic weapon.

But Chen Yuan used Zhuyan True Fire to completely burn the remaining spiritual consciousness imprint in the magic weapon, leaving his own spiritual consciousness imprint.

Then he used pure true essence to nurture it from time to time, which greatly shortened the time to nurture the magic weapon.

Zhuyan True Fire not only made Chen Yuan's strength far beyond the cultivators of the same level, but even the speed of offering magic weapons was far beyond others' imagination.

In the most extreme case, he can even use a magic weapon for his own use in just a few days.

Chen Yuan flew back and forth with Feiyun Sword, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put it into the dantian and nurtured it with true essence from time to time.

In addition to the material, the nurturing of true essence is also very important to determine the power of the magic weapon.

After hundreds of years of nurturing, an ordinary low-level magic weapon will not lose its power to the top low-level magic weapon.

However, the nurturing of magic weapons cannot be accumulated. After a magic weapon that has been nurtured for a long time changes its owner, it has to be nurtured again, and its power will be greatly reduced.

After Chen Yuan put away the Feiyun Sword, he took out a jade bottle, tilted it slightly, poured out a sixth-level demon Yuan Dan, swallowed it, and closed his eyes to meditate.

He still had a few demon Yuan Dan in his hand. Now there was still some time before entering the Ten Thousand Demon Sea, so he could use it to improve his cultivation, and then the time to stimulate Zhu Yan's true blood could be extended.

…

Time passed quickly. Half a year later, Chen Yuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, received a sound transmission note and woke up from his meditation.

The sixth-level demon Yuan Dan had been used up three months ago. In the past three months, he could only use high-quality spirit stones to practice. His cultivation increased a little, but he was still in the early middle stage.

He stood up and walked out of the practice room, raised his hand and took the sound transmission note into his hand.

When his spiritual sense probed into it, Wei Changhong's voice rang in his ears, saying that Lü Gui was visiting and invited him to meet tomorrow.

After Wei Changhong finished speaking, the sound transmission talisman spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes.

Chen Yuan frowned, took out a new sound transmission talisman, put it to his mouth, and said a few words silently.

He raised his hand and threw it, and the sound transmission talisman turned into a stream of light, passed through the formation curtain, and flew out.

In the past six months, in addition to his cultivation, he often met with Wei Changhong to talk about the Tao and exchange cultivation experiences.

Wei Changhong is an elder of the Zhenhai Sect, with a strict inheritance. He often listens to the preaching of Yuanying cultivators in the sect, and occasionally there are exquisite words, which benefit Chen Yuan a lot.

But this time Wei Changhong invited him because Lü Gui was visiting.

Now there are still two months before leaving for the Wan Yao Sea. Could it be that something has changed?

After releasing the transmission talisman, Chen Yuan returned to the practice room and continued to meditate, recovering the true energy that had been consumed by the starlight infusion last night.

The next morning, Chen Yuan attended the appointment on time and came to Wei Changhong's residence.

Lu Gui sat opposite Wei Changhong. Next to him was a middle-aged scribe, wearing a green shirt and a turban, with a thin appearance.

Chen Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Long time no see, Daoyou Lu, this is..."

Lu Guidao: "This is Mr. Songshi. He has profound cultivation and is only one step away from the late stage of pill formation. His Confucian skills are exquisite and unpredictable. He was invited by Lu to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters with us."

The middle-aged scribe bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, you are ridiculous. I am stuck in front of the bottleneck in the later stage and can't move forward. I am just a sour scholar."

"It's Daoist friend Chen, whose name I have admired for a long time."

"There are very few physical practitioners in the Yuqing Sea. Fellow Daoist Chen's strength is definitely far superior to those below. This trip to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons requires a lot of effort from fellow Daoist fellows."

Chen Yuan returned the courtesy and said: "Fellow Taoist Songshi is joking. Chen just broke through the mid-term bottleneck a few years ago. His cultivation level is shallow and he only has brute strength. The golden feathered eagle is very good at flying and escaping, and he still needs to rely on three Taoist friends." yes."

Wei Changhong laughed: "Two fellow Taoists, it's better not to flatter each other. We don't even know where the Golden Scale Fruit is. This trip is just for fighting. Everything depends on Brother Lu's arrangements."

The three of them looked at Lu Gui together, and he said: "Mr. Songshi and I are here today to meet up with two fellow Taoists and enter the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons together."

Chen Yuan looked surprised. At that time, Lu Gui had agreed with him for a period of one year, but now only ten months had passed before he was about to enter the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, which caught him off guard.

Wei Changhong frowned and said, "Are you going to enter the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons now?"

Lu Guidao: "The plan has changed. Mr. Songshi wants to enter Jueling Island and needs time to prepare. We can't delay and can only leave early."

"It's just two months in advance. It shouldn't cause any inconvenience to the two fellow Taoists, right?"

Wei Changhong looked at Mr. Songshi in surprise: "Do you have the Tongtian Order in your Taoist friend's hand?"

Mr. Songshi smiled: "I got it by chance in my early years."

A trace of envy flashed in Wei Changhong's eyes: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Songshi. As long as you enter Jueling Island, you can get at least one treasure. If you are lucky, you can even get a thousand-year elixir."

Mr. Songshi waved his hand and said: "Juoling Island has been open for so many years, and the truly valuable treasures have been taken away by others. As long as I can get a magic weapon, I will be satisfied, but I don't dare to compete with others."

Wei Changhong nodded: "Since Taoist Fellow Songshi wants to enter Jueling Island, we really can't delay. Wei has no objection. Fellow Taoist Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Yuan looked at Mr. Songshi and said with a smile: "Chen has no objection."

Lu Guidao: "Since the two Taoist friends have no objection, how about we leave in three days?"

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong agreed, and the four of them discussed the details again. It was not until it was getting late that Lu Gui and Mr. Songshi said goodbye and left.

Chen Yuan stayed at Wei Changhong's residence and asked, "Does Fellow Taoist Wei know the details of Mr. Songshi?"

Wei Changhong shook his head slightly: "This is the first time I have heard of this person, but according to Brother Lu, he has been a good friend with this person for many years and has a deep friendship. Since he can be praised by Brother Lu, his strength should not be weak."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "The person who can obtain the Heavenly Order must not be underestimated. This trip to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, I am even more sure of it."

Wei Changhong smiled and said: "No matter how powerful the Golden Feather Eagle is, it is just a seventh-level monster. If the four of us join forces, it will definitely be no problem."

Chen Yuan nodded in agreement, said a few more words to Wei Changhong, and stood up to leave.

Three days later, Chen Yuan and the others left the Blood Island and flew to the depths of the Black Sea under the guidance of Lu Gui.

…

On a desert island a hundred miles away from Blood Island, several monks gathered together.

The leader was dressed in black, with a tough appearance and a tall build. His long hair was simply tied behind his back, fluttering and dancing wildly in the sea breeze.

Next to him, stood a female cultivator, dressed in plain white clothes, with a graceful figure, skin as good as snow, eyebrows as light as smoke, and a pair of water-cut eyes, shining with hope.

Behind the two people, three monks were dressed in different clothes and looked cold.

The monk in black said solemnly: "Have they set off?"

"Not bad." The female cultivator's voice was clear and moving.

The monk in black slowly rose into the air: "It's time for us to leave."

The other four people took up their escape lights one after another and followed. (End of chapter)