Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The Boping Mountains are located in Boping County, about 200 miles long, with high mountains and dense forests, and few people go there.

Unlike the many strange legends in the Lingyang Mountains, there are no ghosts in the Boping Mountains. It's just that the wild beasts are ferocious, the environment is harsh, and there are no minerals and medicinal materials, so few mortals go into the mountains.

On an inconspicuous hill several dozen feet high to the east of the mountains, there are constant rumbling noises.

A cultivator is suspended in the air, with a burst of inspiration, and has the cultivation of the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. He is wearing a gray robe, about fifty years old, with black hair and beard, and a few strands of white hair on his temples, adding a bit of vicissitudes of life.

He pinched his fingers and controlled a thick iron ruler about a foot long, which transformed into hundreds of ruler shadows and bombarded a pine forest on the mountainside.

Next to the iron ruler, there are more than 30 blood shadows, shaped like human bodies, but with hands like animal claws, extremely sharp, cutting down pine trees one by one.

But after these pine trees were cut off by the iron bar and the blood shadow, they would return to their original state with a flash of light, blocking the gray-robed monk again.

This pine forest was actually a wood formation. In addition to the tough pine trees, there were dozens of vines extending from the pine forest, entangled with the blood shadow, and slowed down its speed of destroying the pine forest.

The gray-robed monk frowned slightly and said loudly: "Yu Daoyou, since I have found your trace, I will not let you leave again. Although your pine forest formation can hold up for a while, it cannot resist forever. Why do you still expect someone to come to save you?"

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but no one replied.

The gray-robed monk's face sank: "Okay, I'll see how long you can hold up!"

He stopped talking nonsense with the people in the formation, stepped up his offensive, bombarded the formation, and heard loud noises, echoing around, startling flocks of flying birds.

…

When the gray-robed monk was trying his best to break the formation, Chen Yuan, wearing a Luo Yan veil, came to a huge rock at the foot of the hill, stopped, and looked up.

According to the information he got from the memory fragments of the middle-aged monk, he flew for an hour and came to the Boping Mountains, flying to the hiding place of the Yu family monk.

He heard the rumbling sound from the gray-robed monk when he broke the formation from afar, and immediately landed the Duyun Boat.

At this time, the morning sun had risen and the sky was bright. Chen Yuan lost the cover of the night. If he flew in the air, the gray-robed monk would be able to see him at a glance.

He put away the Duyun Boat, put on Luo Yan veil, hid his figure, concealed his breath, and slowly approached.

The gray-robed monk was Zhuang Ji, who had appeared in the memory fragments of the middle-aged monk.

The person in the formation should be the Yu family monk hiding here.

Chen Yuan arrived in time, and Zhuang Ji had not yet succeeded.

However, even if Zhuang Ji had captured and killed the Yu family monk, it would not matter.

He had already obtained the location of Zhuang Ji's cave from the fragments of the middle-aged monk's memory. He only needed to go to the door, kill him, and then search his soul.

In the middle-aged monk's memory, Zhuang Ji had specifically told him that if he found the trace of the Yu family monk, he must not reveal it to others, even to his fellow disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect.

According to the middle-aged monk's speculation, the Yu family monk must have some secrets, which is why Zhuang Ji was so concerned and wanted to keep it for himself.

But he did not expect that the middle-aged monk was extremely obsessed with Qiao Xin's beauty, and Qiao Xin was also familiar with some secret techniques of dual cultivation. Under deliberate induction, he asked about this matter and was known by Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan looked at Zhuang Ji who was trying his best to break the formation, and pondered for a moment. He did not choose to act immediately, but waited patiently by the side.

Like Zhuang Ji, he coveted the secrets of the Yu family monk, so naturally he would not lend a hand to the Yu family monk.

After Zhuang Ji consumed his true essence and broke the formation, he would kill him, which would be much easier, and he would not have to break the formation, killing two birds with one stone.

…

As a low-level spiritual formation of the wood element, the pine forest formation is endless and extremely tough. Zhuang Ji spent another half an hour and finally broke most of the formation, leaving only a few pine trees, surrounding a cultivator in the middle.

Chen Yuan was at the foot of the mountain, far away, and blocked by pine trees, so he could not see the man's face clearly.

But the formation was about to be broken, and he was ready to take action, and he must not let the Yu family cultivator die in Zhuang Ji's hands.

Zhuang Ji had been trying his best to break the formation for the past two days. Now that he was about to break the formation, he was no longer anxious and advised: "Yu Daoyou, do you still want to resist? You know what I want. As long as you hand over the token, I can spare your life."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, waiting for the answer from the Yu family cultivator.

The token mentioned by Zhuang Ji must be the reason why the demon cultivators have been searching for the traces of the Yu family cultivators for the past three years.

The Yu family cultivator in the formation said coldly: "You want the token, kill me first!"

He suddenly raised his hand and waved, actively dispersing the formation, slowly rising into the air, facing Zhuang Ji in the air.

Chen Yuan stared at him. This man was wearing a black robe and looked to be over 30 years old. He had a handsome face, a cold expression, and a resolute gaze, but his cultivation was only in the initial stage of foundation building, far inferior to Zhuang Ji.

He was startled. This Yu family cultivator looked so familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

At this time, Zhuang Ji laughed: "Okay, Zhuang will fulfill your wish today!"

He urged his true energy, and more than 30 blood shadows rushed up together, and the iron ruler transformed into ruler shadows, attacking the cold-faced cultivator.

The cold-faced monk touched his storage bag, took out a bamboo pole, threw it forward, raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted: "Fast!"

The bamboo swelled in the wind, and transformed into green bamboos, blocking the blood shadow of the iron ruler.

Zhuang Ji saw the bamboo, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

The cold-faced monk only had the early stage of foundation building, but the bamboo in his hand was the same as his iron ruler, both of which were top-grade spiritual tools.

There are still many treasures in this man's hands. We must not let him leave alive this time!

Zhuang Ji continued to activate his true energy, and used the iron ruler's blood shadow to attack fiercely.

His cultivation level was already higher than that of the cold-faced monks, and with the help of Blood Shadow, in just a moment, 90% of the green bamboo was destroyed.

The cold-faced monk could only continuously inject true energy into the green bamboo to generate new green bamboo and block it in front of him.

He has a lot of treasures in his hands, but his cultivation level is low. When he was sitting in the Pine Forest Formation before, he consumed a lot of his true energy and spiritual consciousness, and he was no longer able to control other spiritual weapons.

But fortunately, Cuizhu's defensive ability was extremely extraordinary, and he could barely block Zhuang Ji's fierce attack.

But this was just a desperate struggle. Zhuang Ji had already gained the upper hand, and within a moment, he could break through Cuizhu's defense.

Chen Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the fight between the two get fierce, and knew it was time to take action.

He raised his hand, put away Luo Yansha, and said loudly: "Stop!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Ji and the cold-faced monk both changed their expressions. They each stepped back several dozen feet and looked down at Chen Yuan.

Under the cover of Luo Yansha, Chen Yuan's breath was not revealed at all. The two of them never thought that there was a third monk beside them!

Zhuang Ji raised his hand to recall the iron ruler and blood shadow, looked Chen Yuan up and down, and said angrily: "Who are you? How dare you spy on Zhuang!"

After the initial surprise, the cold-faced monk showed joy and said loudly: "This fellow Taoist, this person is a demon cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect. Please join me in killing this beast. What you get is here." Nothing will be taken from it, it will all belong to fellow Taoists!”

The cold-faced monk didn't know where Chen Yuan came from, but he was in a desperate situation, and any change was a glimmer of hope.