Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan could see clearly that each of the black pills in the bag contained a thin spiritual energy.

Although this pill was far inferior to the pills in the early stage of Qi Refining, the total of 164 pills would consume several low-level spiritual herbs, and all of them were used on mortals. This demon sect was really generous.

However, the demon sect also had great ambitions. After the people in the Qiu Mansion took the black pills, they did not spit out any filth, but blood.

This black pill was the culprit that caused their blood deficiency.

The jade bowl was an extremely rough magic weapon, not even as good as a low-grade magic weapon. The black-robed man was just a mortal without any magic power.

After all 164 people in the Qiu Mansion spit out their blood, the black-robed man held the jade bowl and walked onto the carriage. Qiu Zhuorui and Qiu Xingcong bowed and saw him off, very respectfully.

The carriage slowly drove away from the Qiu Mansion. The people in the mansion who donated their blood were all rosy-cheeked and energetic, as if they had taken some tonic.

But this is just an illusion. They lost a drop of blood essence, and their bodies became weaker, one step closer to death, but it was concealed by magic and did not show up.

This concealing magic came from the black pills they swallowed, creating an illusion of being energetic, allowing the people who took the medicine to immerse themselves in it.

At this time, Qiu Zhuorui and Qiu Xingcong only felt that they were vigorous and omnipotent, and immediately embraced several concubines they loved, and went back to their rooms to have sex.

Chen Yuan shook his head. Considering the friendship with Qiu Zhuorui and Qiu Xingcong in the past half month, he swept his spiritual sense and shocked the minds of several people. The two and the concubines around them all fainted on the bed.

After the loss of blood essence, having sex again will make the body more deficient.

Then, he drove the escape light and quietly followed the carriage under the cover of the night.

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After the carriage drove out of the Qiu Mansion, it came to the next house and used the same method to collect the blood essence of the people in the house.

Until the hour of Mao, the carriage went around all the wealthy families in the square, and only drove out of Rongli Square after more than 2,000 red beads were accumulated in the jade bowl.

At the same time, carriages drove out of each residential square in Changming County.

Chen Yuan probed into it with his spiritual sense, and saw black-robed people sitting in the carriage, holding jade bowls full of red beads in their hands.

These people were the "divine messengers" of the Demon Cult, responsible for collecting the essence and blood of the people in Changming County.

Finally, there were a total of 23 carriages, lined up in a team, and drove to the county government in the city.

If one black-robed person collected the essence and blood of more than 2,000 people, these 23 people collected the essence and blood of more than 46,000 mortals in total.

Two years later, anyone who donated essence and blood will die.

By then, Changming County will become a dead city and a den of ghosts.

Twenty-three carriages slowly arrived outside the county government office. The black-robed man got off the carriage and walked towards a two-entry courtyard behind the county government office.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he came to the top of the courtyard. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found that a low-level magic array was set up around the courtyard, which could block spiritual sense prying.

This array could not stop him, but if he broke through it forcibly, it would alarm the people inside.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and did not act immediately. Instead, he hung in the air above the courtyard, stood with his hands behind his back, and waited quietly.

Under the dark night, twenty-three black-robed men walked into the courtyard one by one, then left empty-handed, got on the carriage again, and slowly went away.

After the last black-robed man left, Chen Yuan waited for a moment, flicked his finger, and a fire crow flew out, breaking the array, and his spiritual sense probed into the courtyard.

In the bedroom in the backyard, a middle-aged monk in a black robe with a sinister face was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

When the formation was broken, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a look of shock and anger.

But then, Chen Yuan's consciousness swept over without concealment, and a powerful foundation-building pressure came. The middle-aged cultivator's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed out of the room, and at the same time took out a maple leaf-shaped magic weapon, wanting to fly away and escape.

Chen Yuan had a blank expression on his face. He raised his right hand, and three fire crows condensed in his palm. Then he waved his hand lightly, and the fire crows flew into the courtyard, circling around the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator froze in place. He felt the rolling heat waves coming towards him, and he had no doubt that as long as he took another step, he would be burned to ashes.

Although he had the cultivation base of the peak of the tenth level of Qi Refining, the Fire Crow Technique was a high-level spell that could threaten cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining. Three fire crows gathered together, enough to easily burn him to death.

Chen Yuan landed in the courtyard and said calmly, "Do you want to live or die?"

He did not hide his cultivation level, and released all the spiritual pressure of the middle stage of foundation building. The middle-aged cultivator trembled all over, and quickly put away the maple leaf magic weapon, and said loudly, "Junior wants to live!"

Chen Yuan nodded, raised his hand and pointed, and the three fire crows slowly dissipated.

He walked into the room and said calmly, "Since you want to live, then come in. I have a few questions. If you can answer honestly, I may spare your life."

The middle-aged cultivator looked at Chen Yuan's back, his face was uncertain, his right hand touched the storage bag several times, and then let go several times, and finally sighed silently, and walked into the room honestly.

He wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but when he thought that he was facing a middle stage of foundation building, even if he seemed unprepared, he could easily crush him to death, so he finally gave up the idea.

Chen Yuan's consciousness had been firmly locked on the middle-aged cultivator, and he saw his struggle in his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He deliberately left this gap, but the middle-aged monk did not risk escaping, which showed that he was already afraid. When he asked questions later, he would be able to gain something.

However, although the middle-aged monk had given up the idea of ​​escaping, he was also afraid that Chen Yuan would destroy the bridge after crossing the river.

After he entered the room, he bowed deeply to Chen Yuan, who was sitting at the square table, and asked, "If the junior answers the senior's question, can the senior guarantee to spare the junior's life?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Do you still have a choice?"

The middle-aged monk said decisively: "Then senior, let's kill the junior. Anyway, we will die. Senior can't expect to get anything from the junior!"

Chen Yuan nodded, touched his storage bag, took out a dark alms bowl, put it in his palm, looked up at the middle-aged monk, and said with a faint smile: "Since you are so strong, I will help you. But in your case Before you die, I will make you suffer the pain of refining your soul, and then break up your soul so that you will never have the chance to be reincarnated."

The middle-aged monk's pupils shrank and he stared at the gloomy alms bowl, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

As a demon cultivator, even though he does not practice the Soul Dao, how could he not recognize the famous Soul Refining Bowl.

When I thought that I was screaming, my soul would be thrown into it, and I would go through the pain of soul refining, and finally my soul would fly away, and there would be no chance of reincarnation and rebuilding, a chilling feeling came from the bottom of my heart.

Even the most severe torture in the world is not as painful as soul refining.

The middle-aged monk once saw other people's souls being thrown into the soul refining bowl. Their screams were so piercing that it made people change their minds.

At this time, the soul refining bowl in Chen Yuan's hand suddenly emitted a faint black light, and a shrill whistling sound was faintly heard, which seemed like the sinister wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, and also seemed to be the screams of the souls who had died in the soul refining bowl. .

The middle-aged monk suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Chen Yuan repeatedly, and said loudly: "Junior, you can say anything, you can say anything!"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, placed the soul refining bowl on the table, and said calmly: "Get up, I have no enmity with you. As long as you cooperate well and satisfy me, I don't have to kill you."

These words rekindled the middle-aged monk's desire to survive. He immediately got up from the ground and said respectfully: "Senior, please speak. I will tell you everything I know!"

Chen Yuan nodded and asked, "Where does your magic power come from?"

The middle-aged monk replied: "I was originally a casual cultivator from the Wu Kingdom, and it was difficult to practice. Eight years ago, the Wu Kingdom was destroyed by the five great saints... the Demon Sect. So I turned to practicing demon arts, received the Demon Sect's order, and sneaked into the Qi Kingdom. , hunting down the Qi monks.”

Chen Yuandao: "Did you teach the sect that worships spiritual gods in Changming County?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head quickly: "Senior, I have misunderstood. Spiritual God Religion was not taught by juniors, but was taught by a senior foundation builder who ordered juniors to spread it."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "The mortal essence and blood collected by the black-robed man was also what the foundation-building monk asked you to collect?"

The middle-aged monk nodded and said: "Exactly! This junior collects the essence and blood of mortals once a month, and then sends it to the senior, who will give some rewards to the junior."

Chen Yuandao: "Tell me the whole story in detail."

The middle-aged monk replied: "Yes, three years ago, the Yu clan in Dingzhou was destroyed, and the Supreme Lord Liu Fan of the Blood Spirit Sect issued an order to hunt down the remnants of the Yu clan, so the younger generation came to Dingzhou to try their luck. . But as soon as I arrived in Dingzhou, I met the senior Foundation Builder. After he asked me about my origins, he ordered me to spread the Spiritual God religion in Changming County and collect blood essence from mortals once a month."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Did he also give you those black pills?"

The middle-aged monk said respectfully: "That's right, I will go to collect the elixir every month, and then send out divine envoys, who are mortals controlled by the junior, to collect blood essence in Changming County and give it to the senior."

A cold light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes: "Where is that foundation-building monk now?"

The middle-aged monk looked embarrassed: "This junior is not clear about this. Every time I go to the Lingyang Mountains to collect the elixir, the senior will wait in a valley. After collecting the blood essence, he will also send it to In that valley.”

Chen Yuan nodded and said: "Very good, you only need to do one last thing for me, and I will spare your life."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?"

Chen Yuan said: "You only need to send the collected mortal blood essence and blood to that valley and hand it over to the foundation-building monk as usual."

The middle-aged monk was startled, and then he realized that Chen Yuan wanted to plot against the senior foundation builder. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "This junior must obey the order!"

He taught for three years for the senior Foundation Establisher and tried his best to collect the blood essence of mortals. If he could see the senior Foundation Establishment and explain this matter, that senior would definitely kill him and save his life!

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Very good, don't panic, just act as usual, I will be by your side."

He raised his sleeves, put the soul refining bowl on the table into his storage bag, stood up and walked out.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly bowed and said, "Senior, walk slowly!"

Chen Yuan kept walking, came to the courtyard, took up the escape light, escaped far away, and disappeared into the night.

The middle-aged monk escaped from the disaster and breathed a long sigh of relief. He hurriedly touched his storage bag and took out a few formation flags, trying to set up a low-level magic formation.

But just as he took out the formation flag, he suddenly paused and put the formation flag back again.

Of course, he didn't really do anything for Chen Yuan, but Chen Yuan's last words before leaving made him dare not act rashly.

He sighed, but after all he did nothing, returned to bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

In the future, the update time of Chapter 2 will be changed to 7 o'clock, and the update time of Chapter 3 will remain unchanged.