Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In the cave, Chen Yuan flew all the way, spreading his spiritual sense to look for the traces of the beast.

Suddenly, he bent his body, lowered his escape light, and landed on a barren hill.

On the top of the barren hill was a dark red thorn bush with thorns all over the stems. An inconspicuous black spiritual grass was hidden in the thorn bush, not at all noticeable.

"Is this... Tiger Cane Grass? Good luck." Chen Yuan raised his hand and a gentle force pulled the black spiritual grass up by the roots.

The Tiger Cane Grass is about one foot long and shaped like a wooden stick. The stem is bare, with only three leaves on the top.

This is an eight-hundred-year-old spiritual grass, which is quite rare in the outside world.

The ninth-level demon Yuan Dan conceived by the old man Dan Jue requires Tiger Cane Grass as an auxiliary medicine.

Chen Yuan put the Tiger Cane Grass into the mustard ring, drove the escape light, and continued to rush north.

He had been flying in the cave for three days and three nights, and encountered many fierce beasts, but they were all weak, and none of them were ice-attributed monsters.

He did pick up a few spiritual herbs, but fierce beasts had no intelligence and would only eat spiritual herbs with overflowing spirituality. Most of those inconspicuous spiritual herbs were preserved.

Chen Yuan harvested four eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs along the way, all of which were relatively rare species in Yuqing Sea.

Whether it was refining Yaoyuan Pills or refining ordinary pills, they could be used.

However, he collected spiritual herbs just for fun, and his attention was still on finding fierce beasts.

The further north he went, the slightly higher the temperature in the cave. Although the change was extremely small, it was obvious enough in the eyes of cultivators.

The cave was warmer than the ice field, but it was still very cold, but Chen Yuan's body was strong and the cold could not enter his body.

Chen Yuan flew forward for another two hours, but still did not encounter fierce beasts.

He shook his head, turned back, and flew south again.

Ice-attributed beasts will not stay in warm places. Going further north, the possibility of encountering ice-attributed beasts is getting smaller and smaller.

But Chen Yuan did not return to the original route, but flew southeast to expand the search range.

This time he was lucky. After only half a day, he encountered an ice-attributed beast.

This is a wolf-shaped beast with a black body, three feet long and huge, but there is no hair on its body, but it is covered with scales like ice crystals, and has two wings on its back.

It lies in a dark forest, falling into a deep sleep, its body perfectly blending into the surrounding darkness, and its aura is weak.

If Chen Yuan's consciousness is not sharp enough and the search is also very detailed, it is difficult to find this ice wolf beast.

He immediately summoned the Feiyun Sword and slashed it.

After being awakened, the ice wolf beast was furious, flapped its wings, and pounced on Chen Yuan.

This ice wolf beast was fierce and fierce, comparable to a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, while Chen Yuan was only in the middle Jindan stage and was very small. He looked like a weakling, so naturally he would not take him seriously.

Chen Yuan used his nameless magical power, and his body grew to about ten feet, with a faint silver-white luster on his body. He shook his body and went straight to meet it.

The ice wolf beast slapped down with one claw, and Chen Yuan also punched out very rudely.

The fists and claws intersected, and the ice wolf flew backwards. Chen Yuan also retreated dozens of feet under the huge recoil force before he stabilized his body.

The beasts were extremely violent in nature. The ice wolf beast failed to hit the target this time, and roared wildly, rushing up again.

Chen Yuan frowned, he underestimated the power of the beasts.

These beasts were in a daze. Although they could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, most of them were used to warm their bodies, and they often tempered their bodies in the cold wind, which was much stronger than the monsters of the same level.

The power of the Ice Wolf Beast was comparable to that of his nameless magical power. If he continued to fight with his physical strength alone, it would take a lot of time.

Chen Yuan didn't want to waste time with the Ice Wolf Beast, so he directly stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned snow-white and danced without wind. A thin layer of white flames appeared on his hands. He punched the Ice Wolf Beast that was rushing towards him!

Bang!

The Ice Wolf Beast flew backwards. Chen Yuan, on the basis of using his nameless magical power, stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood. His huge strength doubled. The Ice Wolf Beast, which could fight Chen Yuan on equal terms just now, was no match at all at this moment.

Chen Yuan took advantage of the victory to pursue and bully the Ice Wolf Beast. He raised his hand and grabbed one of the Ice Wolf Beast's front paws. Zhu Yan's true fire gushed out and attacked the Ice Wolf's soul!

"Awoo!"

The Ice Wolf howled miserably and lost all the power to resist. The pain of its soul being burned made it almost faint.

The weaker the soul, the stronger the power of Zhuyan True Fire.

Fierce beasts have no intelligence and act only on instinct. Once Zhuyan True Fire comes to them, it is hundreds of times stronger than the pain of soul refining.

Chen Yuan moved and came to the head of the Ice Wolf Fierce Beast. While it was confused, he grabbed its head and neck with both hands, and suddenly broke its head!

Crack!

The howling of the Ice Wolf Fierce Beast came to an abrupt end, and all its vitality was gone.

Fierce beasts do not cultivate inner elixir, so they cannot be like demon beasts. Even if they die, they can entrust their spirits to the demon elixir and escape.

As soon as the Ice Wolf Fierce Beast died, Chen Yuan's figure immediately returned to its original state, his white hair turned back to black, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his hands disappeared.

At the same time, the Zhuyan True Blood and the nameless magical power were stimulated, and the true essence was consumed too much, and it could not even last for a hundred breaths.

If it was not just a beast to deal with and there were no other threats around, Chen Yuan would not have used his trump card directly.

He lowered his escape light, summoned the Feiyun Sword, peeled off the ice crystal scales of the ice wolf, cut off a pair of its wings, took out a black demon pill that emitted a hint of coldness from its corpse, and put it into the mustard seed ring.

This kind of ice wolf beast is quite common in the ice and fire realm. Many of the Wentian Sect cultivators who entered Jueling Island in the past have encountered it. Only this scale armor and wings are of some value.

This is the foundation of a large sect. With the accumulation of years, the understanding of a dangerous place is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

Even though the Wentian Sect has been destroyed for a thousand years, Chen Yuan can still benefit from it.

If it weren't for the memory of Master Qingyou, he would still be on the ice field, walking in the wind and snow, struggling to find the beast.

He flicked his finger, and a fire crow flew out, burning the ice wolf's body to ashes, then drove the escape light, folded his body, and flew to the north.

The inner elixir of the ice beast has been obtained, and the next step is to kill another fire beast to pass the first test.

Chen Yuan flew for three days and three nights, and his speed was extremely fast. The coldness in the cave gradually disappeared, and the temperature became higher and higher, even reaching the level of heat.

He has left the ice field and came to the bottom of the desert.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed and carefully looked for traces of the fire-attributed beast.

In the past two days, he picked up two more spiritual herbs, one eight hundred years old and one five hundred years old, both of which are relatively rare species in Yuqing Sea.

After two hours, Chen Yuan still had no harvest.

Although he encountered a group of fire-attributed beasts that looked like leopards, their strength was only equivalent to that of a foundation-building cultivator. He ignored them and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a faint loud noise came from a distance, like a muffled thunder from a very far distance. When it reached Chen Yuan's ears, it had become vague.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he turned his body and flew in the direction of the loud noise.

The space in the cave is small, and any sound can be heard very far.

This could be the beasts fighting each other, or it could be that other cultivators who entered the cave were fighting with the beasts.

In any case, Chen Yuan had to find out.

If the beasts were fighting, he would just be the fisherman who benefited.

If other cultivators and monsters have entered the cave, they must not be missed.

The three major sects and the monster kings have explored Jueling Island many times and all know the existence of the cave.

Kun Feng will definitely enter the cave, maybe he is fighting with someone.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed, spread his spiritual sense, and flew more than ten miles away. The loud noises coming from the front became clearer and more frequent.

Finally, his spiritual sense saw the person who was fighting.

A young cultivator was controlling a flying sword, splitting into dozens of sword lights, and attacking a formation again and again.

The sword light went back and forth, slashing on the formation curtain, which shook violently, making loud noises, and the sound spread hundreds of miles in the cave.

In the formation curtain, there stood a female cultivator.

She was pale, with messy hair hanging down, and her lips were tightly pursed.

With her left hand holding a formation plate, she stared at the young cultivator, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of unwillingness. It was Jing Shuhan, the disciple of Ji Laogui.

The young cultivator had reached the late Jindan stage. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a tender face, but the look he gave Jing Shuhan was unusually cold.

Suddenly, the young cultivator's face changed slightly, and the sword lights attacking the formation stopped. He turned his head and looked diagonally behind him, and said loudly: "Which Taoist friend is here? Please come out and see me!"

Just when Chen Yuan saw the two, he also found Chen Yuan's trace.

Chen Yuan no longer hid his figure, accelerated his escape speed, and came in front of the two.

He had remembered the identity of the young cultivator. After the old ancestor Yuntian entered the square, this person had saluted and greeted him. Now he appeared in the cave again. He must be a cultivator from the Zhenhai Sect.

And he was controlling a flying sword and using the art of splitting light and transforming into shadows. He was actually a rare sword cultivator.

When Jing Shuhan saw Chen Yuan, his eyes lit up, and his pale face immediately glowed.

The young cultivator saw that Chen Yuan was only at the middle stage of Jindan, but the vigilance in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He bowed his hands and saluted: "Please come in, fellow Daoist. I am Qi Lang from Zhenhai Sect. This woman is Jing Shuhan, a demon cultivator from Tianji Sect. Qi is trying to eliminate demons and defend the Dao. Please don't interfere."

Only the cultivators from the three major sects and the monster kings knew the secrets of the cave. He was unsure of Chen Yuan's identity, and it was not easy to ask directly, so he introduced himself and tried to test him.

Chen Yuan was surprised and bowed his hands in return: "It turns out to be fellow Daoist Qi. I have heard of your great name for a long time. I am Chen Yuan, a guest elder of the Righteous Alliance. I just happened to pass by here and have no intention of intervening in the fight between the two of you. Fellow Daoist Qi, please do as you please."

He had heard of Qi Lang's name before. This man looked young, but he was actually more than 400 years old. His cultivation reached the peak of Jindan and he was a famous sword cultivator in Yuqinghai.

Chen Yuan still remembered that Jing Shuhan wanted to be the jackal. When he saw that it was not the cultivators hunting the fire beast, nor Kun Feng fighting with others, he immediately wanted to retreat.

Although Jing Shuhan showed goodwill to him many times in the square, Chen Yuan would not make an enemy of Qi Lang for such a small matter.

Qi Lang's expression eased a little. Although he was a little puzzled, how did a guest elder of the Righteous Alliance know about the cave, he would not ask at this time.

He smiled a little: "Chen Daoyou is so righteous..."

"If Chen Daoyou is willing to save my life, I am willing to give you an inner pill of an ice beast!" Jing Shuhan suddenly said.

Qi Lang was interrupted by her, and he was angry in his heart. He snorted coldly: "Don't be delusional. Chen Daoyou is also a righteous person. How could he help you?"

Chen Yuan glanced at Jing Shuhan and said lightly: "I have already killed an ice beast, so I don't need to worry about it, Fairy Jing."

Jing Shuhan chuckled: "Fellow Taoist Evil Beast Inner Alchemy doesn't care, but what about what my master and Patriarch Yuntian are planning, are you interested?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandering back and forth between Jing Shuhan and Chen Yuan, his eyes showing vigilance again.

Jing Shuhan suddenly mentioned that Old Ghost Ji and Ancestor Yuntian seemed to be related to Chen Yuan, which made him a little confused.

Chen Yuan stared at Jing Shuhan: "Does the fairy know the inside story of this matter?"

Jing Shuhan smiled and said: "Of course, my cultivation level is low. If I wasn't useful to Master in this matter, how could he allow me to enter Jueling Island?"

"As long as fellow Taoists come to help, I will definitely tell the truth about the whole story."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, he turned to look at Qi Lang, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Qi, please show your respect today and let Fairy Jing off for once."

Qi Lang's face darkened: "Why, Fellow Daoist Chen changed his mind and wants to intervene in this matter?"

"What this woman said involves the Supreme Elder of our sect. How can Qi just sit idly by and ignore it? Since Fellow Daoist Chen is also involved, Qi needs to be given an explanation!"

Chen Yuan said coldly: "I have no intention of becoming an enemy of Fellow Daoist Qi, but since Fellow Daoist Qi is unwilling to give in, I will only offend you!"

After saying that, his body swelled to a height of one foot, his body surface turned silvery white, and he swayed and rushed towards Qi Lang.

Qi Lang was also ready to take action. When he saw this, he retreated suddenly and pointed at a point. Seventy-two sword lights shot out and slashed at Chen Yuan.

Although his cultivation level is one level higher than Chen Yuan's, he doesn't have any contempt in his heart and treats Chen Yuan as a serious enemy.

Chen Yuan knew that he was a sword cultivator in the late stage of pill formation, and yet he dared to take action, so he must have something to rely on.

Facing the incoming sword light, Chen Yuan's face slightly condensed. He raised his hand to grab it, and the Yuan Tao Armor appeared out of thin air, forming eight tortoise shell shadows to firmly protect his body.

The sword light struck continuously on the tortoise-shell shadow, making a harsh sound of gold and iron clashing. In an instant, the eight-sided tortoise-shell shadow was chopped into pieces.

Magical weapons of the same level, flying swords are the most respected.

Qi Lang's flying sword is also a mid-level magic weapon, but the sword light and shadow that it creates are difficult to reach.

Fortunately, there was Yuan Tao Armor, circling and flying around, looking in front of him, but suddenly behind him, blocking all the sword light.

However, the sword light was so sharp that it still left small scars on Yuan Mao's armor.

The inconspicuous light gray flying sword left a deep mark every time it was struck, making the criss-crossing patterns on the back of Yuan Mao's armor even more intricate.

The angles of some of the sword lights were too tricky, breaking through Yuan Mao's defense and striking Chen Yuan, leaving several deep scars.

Qi Lang looked surprised, and then sneered: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Chen is a physical practitioner, no wonder he dares to be a hero and save the beauty."

"But there is no shortage of souls of seventh-level monsters in Qi's hands. Even the royal family of monsters has been killed by the sword. Fellow Taoist's cultivation in the middle stage of pill formation is not enough!"

He raised his hand to seal the secret and shouted: "Gather!"

Seventy-two rays of sword light flew back together, merged in the middle, and attached to the flying sword, forming a giant gray sword about ten feet long, with dazzling sword light.

Qi Lang raised his hand and patted his heart, spit out a large mouthful of blood essence, and blended it into the giant sword. The gray giant sword immediately turned blood red, and the sword's light was like blood.

He spoke with great contempt for Chen Yuan, but in his heart he did not dare to be careless at all, and directly resorted to suppressing the situation.

Qi Lang has been traversing the Jade Clear Sea for more than four hundred years, and has experienced life and death disasters, and has long since become mature.

Chen Yuan is an extremely rare body cultivator and is related to Patriarch Yuntian. Even he, the elder of Zhenhai Sect, doesn't know that there is something fishy about everything. He must be killed with thunderous means!

"Kill!" When the bloody giant sword was completely condensed and formed, Qi Lang shouted, murderous intent overflowing.

The bloody giant sword flashed and slashed at Chen Yuan at an incredible speed. It was slightly slower than the light of the sword alone, but when placed on a giant sword that was about ten feet long, it was as powerful as lightning and as fast as thunder!

When Jing Shuhan in the formation saw this scene, his pretty face turned pale and he was filled with shock.

But the true energy in her body was exhausted and she was unable to help. She could only watch the giant sword slash at Chen Yuan.

She has seen Chen Yuan's strength, which is on par with Wang Lin's.

But even if Wang Lin was struck by this sword, he probably wouldn't be able to resist it.

Ordinary monks are afraid of physical training, but sword cultivators are not afraid at all.

One sword can break through all kinds of magic, and Qi Lang did it with all his strength, even at the expense of his essence and blood.

This blood sword was so sharp that Jing Shuhan was deeply afraid that Chen Yuan would die under the blood sword and she would not be able to escape death either.

But Chen Yuan did not retreat at all when facing the bloody giant sword.

He waved his fingers together, and the Yuan Mao Armor surged in the wind, turning into a giant tortoise shell three feet in size. The crisscrossing lines shone brightly, blocking the way in front of him.

clang!

The blood-colored giant sword struck the giant tortoise shell heavily, and the sound spread hundreds of miles. The blood-colored giant sword dimmed a little, but left a deep scar on Yuan Tao's armor.

Qi Lang sneered. The flying sword in his hand had once killed the Sky Turtle and the Wood Dragon. It was just a Yuan Tai's back armor. How could it be said!

Yuan Maojia fell from the air, and the bloody giant sword continued to slash at Chen Yuan.

But at the moment when Yuan Mao's armor collapsed, Qi Lang was slightly startled. He saw Chen Yuan's black hair turning into snow-white color, his hands wrapped in a layer of white flames, he rushed up, and raised his hand to hold the bloody giant sword. The edge of the sword!

The bloody giant sword is made of a mid-level magic weapon flying sword as its main body. It is condensed from seventy-two sword lights and blended with Qi Lang's essence and blood. It is so sharp that even the Yuan Tao Armor, which is a mid-level magic weapon, cannot Resist.

But Chen Yuan's right hand holding the blood-colored giant sword was intact, and a glove as thin as a cicada's wing appeared, flashing with spiritual light.

Chen Yuan used two intermediate magic weapons successively and finally blocked the blood-colored giant sword.

But Bing Huan could not stop the sharp aura of the blood-colored giant sword. The sword energy invaded Chen Yuan's body, and his right arm broke into countless tiny wounds, his clothes were torn, and blood was dripping, staining most of his body red.

Chen Yuan smiled coldly, and his face was splashed with blood. The smile was ferocious, and Zhu Yan's true fire rushed along Qi Lang's spiritual connection with the blood-colored giant sword!

Qi Lang was about to activate the blood-colored giant sword, but his soul suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it was burned by a raging fire. His body trembled violently and he could not distract himself to control the sword.

Chen Yuan's figure shook and rushed towards Qi Lang. In an instant, he crossed a distance of a hundred feet and came in front of Qi Lang.

However, Qi Lang had lived for more than 400 years, and his mind was firm and his consciousness was solid. Even under the burning of Zhuyan True Fire, he still did not lose the power to resist.

At this critical moment of life and death, he endured the pain of his soul being burned, retreated, and distanced himself from Chen Yuan.

At this time, Chen Yuan did not have the blood-colored giant sword in his hand, and could no longer follow the spiritual consciousness to release more Zhuyan True Fire to burn Qi Lang's soul.

He could only raise his hand and grab it, summon the Feiyun Sword from his Dantian, and then point his fingers together, and the Feiyun Sword shot out and slashed towards Qi Lang.

Qi Lang's facial features were distorted, he clenched his teeth, raised his hand and pinched the seal, the blood-colored giant sword collapsed, and 72 sword lights merged into the flying sword and greeted the Feiyun Sword.

Although the Feiyun Sword was fast, it could not be compared with the real flying sword after all. It was blocked by the flying sword and flew back.

But Chen Yuan took this opportunity to approach Qi Lang and grabbed him!

Qi Lang's face changed wildly, and he recalled the flying sword and slashed at Chen Yuan.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan shouted: "Explode!"

The Zhuyan True Fire in Qi Lang's soul space suddenly rose, turning into a prairie fire, burning most of the soul power diffused in the soul space!

"Ah!" Qi Lang finally couldn't stand the pain anymore, screamed, and the flying sword that was slashing at Chen Yuan's back trembled slightly and fell down.

Chen Yuan grabbed Qi Lang with his big hand like a cattail fan, and suddenly broke his neck.

A golden pill flew out of Qi Lang's body and tried to escape. Chen Yuan raised his left hand like lightning and grabbed the golden pill firmly in his hand.

"Chen Yuan, you wait, the Supreme Elder will avenge me!" A resentful voice came from the golden pill, and then it collapsed by itself, turning into a pure aura and dissipating in the cave.

Crack!

The light grey flying sword broke in the middle, and the two pieces of the sword were extremely dim. A mid-level magic weapon was destroyed.

Chen Yuan's body returned to its original state, his white hair turned black again, and the Zhuyan True Fire on his hand disappeared.

He waved his left hand, trying to take the two broken swords into his hand.

But the two broken swords suddenly trembled slightly, made a mournful cry, turned into powder, and scattered down.

Chen Yuan paused, retracted his left hand, took off the mustard ring on Qi Lang's wrist, and put it in his arms.

He used his spiritual sense to scan again, making sure that Qi Lang had nothing else on him, and then flicked his finger, and a fire crow flew out, burning Qi Lang's body to ashes.

Chen Yuan kept the jade close to his body, and he couldn't help wondering if other cultivators would do the same, keeping important treasures on their bodies.

However, he had killed at least dozens of cultivators, and had never encountered such a situation.

After dealing with Qi Lang's body, Chen Yuan glanced at Jing Shuhan below, raised his sleeves and flicked them, a white light suddenly lit up, covering his figure.

After a while, the white light faded, and Chen Yuan's tattered clothes disappeared, replaced by a brand new white long gown, and the blood on his face disappeared.

The wound on his arm still had a trace of sharp sword energy, which had not healed yet, but the bleeding had stopped and would not stain his clothes red.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took back the Feiyun Sword and Yuantu Armor to his Dantian, then lowered the escape light and came to the formation set up by Jing Shuhan.

He looked at Jing Shuhan and said lightly: "Fairy Jing, Qi Lang is dead, please tell me the truth about what your master and Senior Yuntian are planning." (End of this chapter)