Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan rode the light of escape and came into the air. He ignored Zhuang Ji and looked at the cold-faced monk carefully.

The cold-faced monk was puzzled by Chen Yuan's behavior, but still forced a smile and bowed his hands and said: "If you are willing to help, I have spiritual stones to offer. I will never let you suffer any loss."

Zhuang Ji had calmed down at this time. Hearing this, he was shocked and bowed to Chen Yuan and said: "I advise you not to interfere in this matter. Zhuang is a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect and was ordered to arrest this person. If you intervene, you will offend my Blood Spirit Sect. But if you stand aside, after Zhuang captures this person, I can give you all the spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual tools and spiritual materials on him."

He chased the cold-faced monk this time for something extremely important, and he could give up everything else.

After Chen Yuan appeared, he did not hide his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building. Although Zhuang Ji was not afraid, he did not want to cause trouble.

He had consumed a lot of his true energy to break the pine forest formation. Fighting one against two, he was at great risk and might not get what he wanted. He must not take this risk.

The cold-faced monk was worried that Chen Yuan was afraid of the reputation of the Blood Spirit Sect, so he hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, don't trust this beast! He must be planning to stabilize you first, deal with me first, and then attack you. You can only escape today if you join forces with me."

Zhuang Ji laughed, "Yu Qing, who do you think I am?"

He looked at Chen Yuan and said sincerely, "Fellow Daoist, Zhuang can swear that as long as you don't interfere in this matter, Zhuang will never make things difficult for you. After killing this person, I can give all the spiritual stones and spiritual tools on him to you. If you break this oath, you will be invaded by foreign demons in the future!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the cold-faced monk Yu Qing suddenly became ugly.

Foreign demons are invisible and intangible, omnipresent, and pervasive.

If a cultivator swore an oath to an external demon, if he broke the oath, his Dao heart would be broken, and the external demon could take advantage of the opportunity to enter, invade his soul, and make the cultivator go astray and die.

After Zhuang Ji made this oath, he would never break it, otherwise he would be courting death.

The man who suddenly appeared in front of him would never offend the demon cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect for his sake.

It seems that this is where he will be buried...

But just when Yu Qing was desperate, Chen Yuan, who had been staring at him carefully, suddenly showed a look of realization on his face, turned his head to look at Zhuang Ji, and said lightly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Taoist Zhuang. I have a history with you. Although you are sincere, I still want to help you."

Yu Qing was startled and looked at Chen Yuan carefully, but he was still confused.

He had never seen this person before, why did he say he had a history with him?

But now is not the time to worry about these things. He bowed to Chen Yuan and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help, I will definitely repay you generously!"

Zhuang Ji's face darkened and he said in a grim tone: "Very good, since you don't want to drink the wine, let me learn your skills!"

After that, he changed the spell in his hand and suddenly urged the true essence. The iron ruler trembled slightly and turned into hundreds of ruler shadows, and attacked Chen Yuan together with more than 30 blood shadows.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. He stroked the storage bag and offered the Fire Cloud Gourd. Three hundred and sixty grains of Fire Cloud Sand flew out of the gourd, spinning rapidly to meet it, and continuously spewed out red smoke and spread.

The Fire Cloud Sand was nurtured in the Fire Cloud Gourd for a night, and its power was fully restored, and it could be used in the battle.

The Fire Cloud Sand easily blocked the ruler shadow, but it could not do anything to the more than 30 blood shadows.

These blood shadows are extremely strange. After being smashed by the fire cloud sand and a big hole was created, the blood light on the surface of the body was only dimmed a little, and it would soon recover as before and rush forward again.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, turned to Yu Qing and said: "Fellow Daoist Yu, please step back a little. This spiritual weapon of mine does not distinguish between enemies and friends. If I hurt you, it will be bad."

These blood shadows are called blood spirits, which are made of blood essence. When the blood essence in their bodies is exhausted, they are immortal and indestructible. Ordinary means are useless to them, and they are extremely difficult to deal with.

The reputation of the Blood Spirit Sect mostly comes from this thing. Every cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect has a blood spirit by his side, without exception.

Yu Qing was stunned, and then said: "This beast is very powerful. I can join forces with fellow Daoist to fight the enemy together."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I am enough."

Yu Qing's face changed slightly, and he hesitated to speak, but finally nodded, retreated dozens of feet, and stayed away from the coverage of the red smoke.

Chen Yuan turned his head, changed the spell in his hand, and shouted "Disperse!"

The Fire Cloud Sand spurted out more red smoke, covering a hundred feet in radius, turning into a red cloud, covering the figures of Chen Yuan and Zhuang Ji.

Zhuang Ji dispersed his spiritual sense, but found that the red cloud could confuse his spiritual sense and could not see where Chen Yuan was.

He sneered and didn't care about it.

The blood spirit was connected to his mind and soul, and wherever he went, it was like he was there in person. Although the red cloud had the effect of confusing his spiritual sense, it was useless to him.

This man was so arrogant that he fought with him alone with a top-grade spiritual weapon. He was really courting death!

Zhuang Ji's eyes flashed with a ruthless look. He raised his hand and slapped his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood, turning into a ball of blood mist, and merging into the blood spirit.

More than 30 blood spirits were nourished by Zhuang Ji's blood and blood, and the blood on their bodies shone brightly, becoming more ferocious. They rushed towards Chen Yuan despite the constant grinding of the Fire Cloud Sand.

At the same time, Yu Qing tried to probe his spiritual sense into the red cloud to check the battle situation, but he could not continue after only a dozen feet.

He was only at the early stage of foundation building, and his spiritual sense was weak. The Fire Cloud Gourd was a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the red smoke suppressed his spiritual sense greatly.

Yu Qing tried two more times, but still couldn't go deep, so he had no choice but to give up. He was quite nervous and waited for the outcome of the battle between Chen Yuan and Zhuang Ji.

Zhuang Ji is a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect. He has refined more than 30 blood spirits. His cultivation level is higher than that of Chen Yuan. He has touched the bottleneck of the late-stage foundation establishment. Even against the late-stage foundation establishment monks, he is still capable of fighting.

Chen Yuan's origin was unknown. Although he took out a high-grade spiritual weapon, the red sand released from it had no obvious effect on the blood spirit and could only be slowly worn away. This inevitably made people worried and was very likely to result in defeat.

Yu Qing stared closely at the red clouds in front of her, her eyes changing, and an idea suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.

The two of them had no time to pay attention to each other while they were fighting. It was a great opportunity to escape!

Yu Qing touched his storage bag, took out a green flying boat, and threw it in front of him. It expanded to about ten feet in length.

But at this moment, Zhuang Ji's horrified cry suddenly came from the red cloud: "Impossible! You are actually...ah!"

Zhuang Ji's voice stopped suddenly, and then the huge red cloud began to shrink, and Chen Yuan's figure was looming.

Yu Qing's expression changed, he raised his sleeves and put the green flying boat back into the storage bag.

In just a dozen breaths, Chen Yuan killed Zhuang Ji, and Yu Qing did not dare to have any other thoughts.

Soon, all the red clouds dissipated, and 360 grains of fire cloud sand flew back into the vermilion gourd, leaving only Chen Yuan alone.

He was holding a storage bag in his hand, and Yu Qing recognized it at a glance as belonging to Zhuang Ji, but Zhuang Ji himself was nowhere to be seen.

Yu Qing didn't know if Chen Yuan noticed that he had sacrificed his flying boat to escape. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he cupped his hands to Chen Yuan and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me kill the devil. I'm very grateful." All."

Chen Yuan slowly flew in front of Yu Qing and returned the courtesy: "Fellow Taoist Yu, there is no need to be polite. We are old acquaintances. How could Chen just stand by and watch when our fellow Taoist was in danger? It's a pity that I struck harder, otherwise I would have captured him." Leave it to your Taoist friends and let them do whatever you want.”

This was the second time Yu Qing heard Chen Yuan talk about this matter. He tried his best to recall the foundation-building monks he had met in the past, but no one could stand up to Chen Yuan.

He was puzzled and asked: "I'm sorry for Yu's blindness, but I wonder where did Fellow Daoist Chen meet Yu?"

Chen Yuan said slowly: "Do you still remember, fellow Taoist Yu, that more than forty years ago, in the Chimang Mountains, there was an ordinary warrior who entered Yinfeng Cave for fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, picked three ice grasses, and asked for immortality cultivation techniques? , Taoist friend saw that his Taoist heart was firm, and gave him a volume of "Red Flame Jue"? "

"It's you! You are that young warrior, Chen Erniu!"

Yu Qing looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief, blurted out a sentence, and the memories of forty years ago suddenly came to his mind.

The young warrior's face slowly overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.

Yes, this person was exactly that ordinary martial artist back then, but he had become much more mature, accomplished in cultivation, and his temperament had changed drastically, so I didn't recognize him.

It only took him forty years to go from a helpless mortal to the middle stage of foundation building.

Yu Qing was shocked and didn't know what to say.

Chen Yuan nodded and bowed deeply to Yu Qing: "Yes, Chen is exactly that ordinary martial artist back then, but I have changed my name to Chen Yuan. I would like to thank fellow Taoist Yu for his kindness in preaching that day. Chen will remember it in his heart and will never forget it. "

Yu Qing hurriedly returned the gift: "Fellow Daoist Chen said something serious. You spent your essence and blood that day to get the spiritual grass for me, but I only gave you a basic skill. Thinking about it now, I still feel guilty..."

In front of Chen Yuan, he didn't dare to take credit at all.

The ordinary warrior who could kill with one hand back then has now become a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator who can easily kill the Blood Spirit Sect's demonic cultivator. A little carelessness may lead to disaster.

He knew, however, that many monks who had achieved success in cultivation did not feel grateful at all for the favors they had received when their cultivation was low. Instead, they felt that it was a loss of face and made them angry. At the least, they threatened the benefactors and made them keep silent. In serious cases, kill them directly to prevent the matter from spreading and others making fun of them.

Chen Yuan once knelt down and begged him. In the eyes of some monks, it was a great shame and humiliation.

Although Chen Yuan now said that he was extremely grateful, people's hearts were unpredictable, and Yu Qing did not dare to do anything to support him, for fear of arousing the shame and anger in Chen Yuan's heart and killing him to silence him.

Chen Yuan saw that Yu Qing was so careful in his words. After thinking for a while, it was not difficult to guess what he was thinking, and said seriously: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist Yu, Chen is not someone who repays kindness with enmity. If it weren't for the "Red Flame Art" of fellow Taoist, I would still be here today. A mortal may not live to be more than a hundred years old, but this kindness will never be forgotten by Mr. Chen!”