Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The young monk was Chen Yuan. He had just killed a second-level monster, picked a few three-hundred-year-old spiritual grass, and flew to the west. However, traces of these six people suddenly appeared within the range of his spiritual consciousness, so he turned back and arrived at Stopped in front of everyone.

This was the second time he met disciples from various sects after meeting the four disciples from Ten Thousand Beast Mountain and Netherworld Valley.

Calculating the time, disciples from all sects should have entered the inner ring, which is a good time to start harvesting the spiritual grass.

When the six people saw the escape light on Chen Yuan, their hearts were shocked.

This was a unique sign of the Foundation Establishment monks when they were fleeing. Thinking of the five monsters that had been killed before, they immediately guessed that this person was the person they were looking for.

The five Qi Refining disciples all looked at Senior Brother Yin, waiting for him to make a decision.

But Senior Brother Yin no longer had the confidence he had just now, his expression was uncertain, he looked Chen Yuan up and down, and did not speak for a long time.

He originally thought that the person who killed the five-headed monster beast was the same as himself, but he could only exert the strength equivalent to a foundation-building monk, and his cultivation was still below the foundation-building level, so he did not take him seriously.

But this person can control light-escape flight, which is no different from a foundation-building monk, but it makes him forget the heroic words he just said.

His family knew his own affairs, and although he could kill level two monsters, if he faced off against a real foundation-building monk, his chances of winning would be extremely slim.

But if you hand over the storage bag, you will be at the mercy of others. Senior Brother Yin is in a dilemma, struggling in his heart.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly: "Why, don't you understand?"

As he spoke, he touched his storage bag and took out three magical weapons: the fixed light mirror, the Silver Gang Sword, and the Seven Star Blade.

If these six people don't hand over the storage bags, he can only scare the monkeys and convince everyone.

Senior Brother Yin's mind was racing, and he suddenly came up with a bold idea, and bowed deeply to Chen Yuan: "Junior Ziyang Sect Yin Ze, never thought that he would be able to see the foundation-building monk in the secret realm. He was temporarily distracted. I hope that my senior can forgive me." ”

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Ignorance is not a crime. Just hand over the storage bag. I only want spiritual herbs and will not kill you. Otherwise, I will not talk to you too much."

As soon as this statement came out, regardless of whether it was true or not, the other five people all breathed a sigh of relief.

They saw that Senior Brother Yin had no demeanor in blocking the killing of Gods and Buddhas in the words just now. They knew that he did not dare to take action against this foundation-building monk, and their hearts were in doubt.

If this person could be sent away with just spiritual herbs, that would be great.

But Senior Brother Yin's thoughts are much deeper. What would the foundation-building monk think if he saw the second-level monster material and the five-hundred-year-old spirit grass in the storage bag?

Judging from the clothing of this person, he is a monk from the Lingyun Sect and has a close relationship with the Ziyang Sect. Knowing that there are people equivalent to Foundation Establishment monks on our side, will we let them go?

Senior Brother Yin's mind turned, and the last trace of hesitation disappeared. He turned around and said to the five people: "Give me the storage bag, and I will give it to senior."

Everyone was confused, but they still handed the storage bag to Senior Brother Yin as instructed.

Senior Brother Yin held a dozen storage bags in his hands, bowed slightly, lowered his head and eyebrows, walked up to Chen Yuan, and said: "This is all the spiritual herbs harvested by the six of me. Please take a look at it, senior."

Chen Yuan watched quietly as Senior Brother Yin walked within five feet in front of him. He suddenly raised his hand, took the more than ten storage bags into his hand, and penetrated his consciousness into them.

However, Yin Ze did not stop and said: "Senior, if you want to collect spiritual herbs, I know a place..."

His voice became lower and lower, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense. The energy in his body surged quietly, and his muscles suddenly swelled. He turned into a burly man. With his feet a little lower, he raised his hand and punched, and suddenly rushed towards Chen Yuan!

Although he is not a foundation-building monk, he can overwhelm level two monsters with his immense strength.

As long as you get within a few feet of this person, you will be able to catch him by surprise and kill him with a fist!

At the same time, he did not forget to shout: "Junior brothers, what are you waiting for? Take action quickly and kill this person!"

When the five people behind Yin Ze saw this, their expressions changed wildly, and then they made a decisive decision, took out their magical weapons, and attacked Chen Yuan.

They didn't want to offend this foundation-building monk, but Senior Brother Yin had already taken action. As a fellow traveler, even if he stood by and watched, he couldn't escape his involvement and could only fight hard.

When Chen Yuan saw his figure suddenly swelled, his eyes were red, like a monster, rushing towards him, not only did he not panic at all, but instead showed a smile: "Interesting..."

He tossed the storage bag to the side, stopped where he was, raised his right hand, and grabbed Yin Ze's fist.

When Yin Ze took action, he was actually quite worried. He was afraid that this person would take out some spiritual weapon, block the attack, and then fly away.

He doesn't have the ability of a Foundation Establishment monk to fly with flying light. He only has this chance to attack. If this person dodges, he will use his spiritual weapon to attack from a distance, and he will have no power to fight back.

But Chen Yuan did not dodge, but stayed on the spot and raised his hand to block, which made Yin Ze couldn't help but be ecstatic.

What about the foundation-building monks?

As long as he receives a punch that contains tens of thousands of kilograms of force, he will die without a burial place.

"Suffer death!"

Yin Ze roared wildly, jumped into the air, came to Chen Yuan, and suddenly waved his fist!

Since Chen Yuan has been hanging in the air and has never landed, Yin Ze's punch was a downward strike from bottom to top, followed by a stream of light formed by five magic weapons flying behind him. The sight of it is heart-breaking and tragic. feeling.

boom!

The fists and palms struck each other, but the devastating situation that Yin Ze expected did not appear.

Chen Yuan held his fist firmly, as if holding a flying mosquito, without even raising the corner of his clothes.

Yin Ze's face changed wildly. He used all his strength to try to pull his fist out of Chen Yuan's hand, but he felt as if his fist was embedded in a copper wall and could not move at all.

He was about to stretch out his other hand to pry open Chen Yuan's palm, but Chen Yuan suddenly raised his right hand and threw Yin Ze to the ground.

Boom!

Yin Ze fell to the ground, leaving a big hole, his bones were broken, his seven orifices were bleeding, he looked up at the sky, his chest heaved, and he even lost the strength to get up.

The fight between the two seemed long, but it was only a moment.

When Yin Ze was thrown to the ground, the five magic weapons had just attacked Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan did not dodge, but raised five seven-star blades to meet the five magic weapons.

The five people sacrificed all the top-grade magic weapons, but they were controlled by magic power.

Chen Yuan used his true energy to control the seven-star blades, and his power increased greatly, easily blocking the magic weapons.

He then used the Dingguang Mirror to fix the defensive magic weapon of a Ziyang Sect disciple, and cut down with the Silver Gang Sword, beheading him with one sword.

The remaining four people saw Yin Ze's tragic defeat, and Chen Yuan killed one of them in an instant, and all of them were scared.

The round-faced monk said loudly: "Senior, I was confused for a moment, I hope you will spare my life, I am willing to offer all my savings!"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, ignored it, and used three magic weapons to kill the remaining three one by one, leaving only the round-faced monk alive.

He didn't want to kill people casually, but he would not let go of those who dared to attack him.

After the four people died, Yin Ze struggled to get up from the ground, his huge body slowly shrank back to its original appearance, swaying, as if he could fall down at any time.

Chen Yuan didn't know Yin Ze's background, so he used most of his strength this time, at least 30,000 to 40,000 pounds of strength, all poured into Yin Ze's body, directly putting him into a state of near death.

If it weren't for his physical body being comparable to that of a second-level demon beast, there would be no chance of survival.

Chen Yuan landed on the ground, looked Yin Ze up and down twice, and said, "Where does your great strength come from?"

Yin Ze sneered, "Why should I tell you?"

Chen Yuan showed admiration on his face, "You have guts, then I'll help you."

He pointed at one point, and the Silver Gang Sword turned around and flew towards Yin Ze, cutting off his head.

The round-faced monk saw that Chen Yuan killed Yin Ze without saying anything, and his body trembled, with a look of fear on his face.

Chen Yuan turned his head to look at him, and said calmly, "Tell me, where does Yin Ze's great strength come from?"

As he said that, he pointed at one point, and the Silver Gang Sword flew up again, circling around the round-faced monk, making a clanging sound of swords.

The round-faced monk showed a struggling expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"

Chen Yuan said indifferently: "If you don't tell me, you will die now."

The round-faced monk let out a long sigh, showing a look of relief, and bowed respectfully: "Then you should kill me, I will die anyway, I would rather not say anything."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Okay, I will do you a favor."

After that, he raised his hand and waved, and the silver sword cut off the round-faced monk's head, and a fountain of blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding ground red.

Afterwards, Chen Yuan picked up the storage bag that he had just thrown aside and several magic weapons that fell on the ground, raised his hand to condense five fireballs, bounced out, and burned the five bodies to ashes.

Since he had already revealed his physical cultivation skills, he would naturally not let these people leave.

Whether the round-faced monk answered or not, he would not escape death.

Chen Yuan hastily cleaned up the traces at the scene to ensure that those who came later could not see the details of the fight, and then came to Yin Ze.

This person said he was a physical cultivator, but he had no foundation building cultivation. He was not a physical cultivator, and his huge strength was comparable to that of a second-level monster. He was neither fish nor fowl, and he must be hiding a big secret.

Moreover, Yin Ze's body suddenly grew larger and his strength increased dramatically, as if he had used a secret technique. Chen Yuan was also quite interested in this technique.

He probed his consciousness into Yin Ze's storage bag and searched carefully, but did not find any jade slips and books about Yin Ze's huge strength and the secret technique of transformation.

He pondered for a moment, and then released his consciousness again, probing into Yin Ze's body, exploring the situation inside his body inch by inch.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he raised his hand and pointed. The silver sword flew to Yin Ze's left chest, cut a gap, took out his bright red heart, and slowly rose into the air, with blood dripping continuously.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and pinched it, and the air around the heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force and shrank towards the middle.

The heart exploded, and all the blood and flesh were restrained by Chen Yuan's true energy, and fell gently to the ground.

Only a walnut-sized yellow pill remained in the air, emitting a faint demonic aura.

There was actually a demon pill hidden in Yin Ze's heart!