Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Mo Jingchun also looked over, with curiosity in his eyes.

Chen Yuan did not answer immediately, but asked instead: "Do Senior Sister Shen and Senior Brother Mo have any intention of signing up?"

Shen Danmei said without hesitation: "Of course! The rewards for this battle are so generous and the opportunity is rare, how can you miss it?"

Mo Jingchun smiled and said: "Senior Sister Shen's words are reasonable. Although Mo's cultivation is low, he considers that his strength is not weaker than others, and he does not want to miss the sect's rewards, so he has to sign up to participate in the war."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took a mission talisman into his hand, causing many monks in the temple to watch.

He was the first person to remove the mission talisman. When Wang Xian's disciples recognized his identity, they were even more surprised.

Mo Jingchun has been making up for the foundation in the past twenty years. His cultivation has been slow and he has been stuck in the early stage of foundation building. He actually wants to participate in this battle?

Mo Jingchun faced many gazes, but he took it calmly and injected a trace of true energy into the mission talisman, leaving a mark of true energy.

Shen Danmei looked at Mo Jingchun with a hint of appreciation. He also raised his hand and took a mission talisman into his hand, leaving a true mark.

The two people's actions were like two pieces of flint, clashing one after another, igniting the already restless atmosphere in the palace.

One after another, people took off the mission talismans. In an instant, more than 20 mission talismans were removed, and more people showed signs of excitement.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Chen Yuan also raised his hand to take down a mission talisman, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Shen and Senior Brother Mo are both going to participate in the battle, so naturally I can't lag behind."

Seeing that Chen Yuan also wanted to sign up, Shen Danmei frowned: "Junior brother Chen, you should think about it again. Although this battle has a rich reward, it is the first time the two sides have fought. If you don't know the details of the demon cultivator, it must be extremely dangerous. "

She had never seen Chen Yuan take action. She only knew that after Chen Yuan successfully built a foundation in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain, he returned to the Lingyun Sect for eight years and then was forced to leave the seclusion to complete a not-so-difficult sect task. , I stayed in seclusion for another three years. Although my cultivation progressed well, I had very little dealings with demonic cultivators and lacked experience in dealing with demonic cultivators.

Mo Jingchun also looked surprised and advised: "Junior Brother Chen is interested in the sect's reward? You are an alchemy master, why bother wading into this muddy water."

"Your alchemy skills are extraordinary, and you never withhold elixirs secretly. As long as you publicize it a little, other disciples will definitely ask you to make elixirs, and there will be no shortage of elixirs."

"This first battle is too dangerous. Junior brother, you might as well wait for a while. It will be much safer when you find out the details of the demon cultivator before joining the battle."

He has a deep friendship with Chen Yuan and has the same worries as Shen Danmei, not wanting to see Chen Yuan involved in danger.

Chen Yuan smiled, left a trace of true energy mark on the mission talisman, and said: "Thank you, senior brother and sister, for reminding me. Don't worry, I will never take any risks in this battle."

His words were sincere but firm. Although Shen Danmei and Mo Jingchun were still quite worried, they couldn't persuade them any more.

Moreover, he left a mark of true energy in the mission talisman, which meant that he accepted this sect mission and had no room for regret.

Shen Danmei had a cheerful temperament. Seeing that Chen Yuan insisted on his own opinion, he stopped being verbose and said seriously: "The demonic cultivation method is weird. You have been practicing in seclusion for these years and have no experience in dealing with demonic cultivation. Please remember to stay with me. Don't To walk around."

Chen Yuan did not refuse and said, "Yes, thank you, senior sister, for taking care of me."

Shen Danmei turned to look at Mo Jingchun again: "Junior brother Mo, the three of us have signed up to participate in the war. We might as well go together and have someone to take care of us. How about that?"

Mo Jingchun said: "Senior Sister Shen's kindness is appreciated by Mo. However, my master has already issued an order, ordering me to accompany my fellow disciples. I'm afraid I won't be able to go with you two."

Shen Danmei looked regretful: "That's a pity..."

Mo Jingchun smiled and bowed to Shen Danmei and Chen Yuan each: "Mo must go back to his residence to adjust his breathing in preparation for the war. I'll take my leave now."

The two of them bowed their hands in return, and Mo Jingchun turned around and walked out of the Shanggong Hall, the smile on his face fading.

In fact, Wang Xian did not pass down such an order, and he was the last to join Wang Xian's sect. He had a weak relationship with his fellow disciples, and there was no possibility of joining forces.

It's just that he is arrogant by nature, but his cultivation is worse than Shen Danmei's, and he doesn't want to go with her and be cared for by her.

Moreover, like Shen Danmei, he believed that Chen Yuankong was capable of cultivation, but he only practiced hard in seclusion and refined elixirs on weekdays. He lacked experience in fighting and had mediocre strength. It was not easy for Shen Danmei to take care of him in the war, and he was unwilling to do so. Cause her more trouble.

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After Mo Jingchun left, Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei also left the Shanggong Hall one after another and returned to the small building where they lived to meditate, regulate their breathing, and recharge their batteries.

Boom!

Three days later, a thick and long drum sound spread throughout the oasis, awakening Chen Yuan from trance.

Then Zhuge Qi's voice came into his ears: "Disciples from the Lingyun Sect who are participating in the war, hurry up and gather in front of the Shanggong Hall!"

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a bright light flashed in his eyes, stood up and walked out of the small building.

Looking up, a dozen rays of escaping light rose up, passed over the bamboo shoots, and flew towards the center of the Lingyun sect's station.

Boom!

Another heavy drum sound resounded throughout the world, like the desolate whisper of a great beast, reaching Chen Yuan's ears.

A fighting spirit suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making him eager to fight the demon cultivator. The lake of true energy in his dantian also became active, with water splashes jumping up.

But the next moment, the jade in Chen Yuan's soul space emitted an invisible wave, suppressing the inexplicable rising fighting spirit, and his eyes returned to clarity.

"The sound of this drum is so strange, it can actually affect the monk's mind and essence..."

Chen Yuan was secretly frightened. He dispersed his consciousness to protect his soul from being affected by the sound of the drum. He took up the escape light and flew towards the Shanggong Hall.

He had just flown more than ten feet when Shen Danmei also walked out of the small building, took up the escape light, and followed him.

Her face turned slightly red, and there seemed to be an invisible flame burning in her eyes. She frowned: "Junior brother Chen, is there any abnormal movement of the true energy in your body?"

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he frowned and said, "Senior sister was also affected by the sound of the drum? After I listened to the sound of the drum, a fighting spirit rose from the bottom of my heart, and the true energy in my body became particularly active. I wanted to step on it right away. battlefield……"

While speaking, he did not forget to activate his physical strength, causing his face to turn slightly red, giving people a sense of excitement.

Shen Danmei's expression softened slightly: "This drum sound is extremely strange and can affect the monk's mind and essence, but since it sounds before the war, it should not be a bad thing."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Senior sister is right. The sound of this drum has an impact on the monks of the six sects. It should be caused by a magic weapon."

Even so, he still firmly protected his soul dantian from being affected by the sound of drums.

The two of them came all the way to the Shanggong Hall and fell into the Escape Light.

Zhuge Qi, Wang Xian, and Wu Zexian stood in front of the Shanggong Hall, with their hands behind their hands and expressionless faces.

Dozens of foundation-building monks stood in front of the three people, their expressions solemn and silent.

Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei bowed respectfully to the three immortal monks and stood at the end of the crowd, surrounded by foundation-building monks who were descending one after another.

Chen Yuan raised his eyes and saw that everyone was the same as Shen Danmei. Their faces were slightly red, and there seemed to be invisible flames burning in their eyes, revealing a sense of excitement.

Soon, one hundred foundation-building monks who signed up to participate in the battle arrived and stood silently in front of the Shanggong Hall.

The weather is not good today, with leaden clouds hanging low, as if you can touch them with your hands. The world is dark, the wind is howling, and the desolate drums like the roar of giant beasts are constantly echoing, giving people a sense of desolation and solemnity.

The group of foundation-building monks did not dare to make any mistakes in front of the three immortals, but their faces showed a more or less worried look.

They were all affected by the sound of the drum, and their hearts were full of fighting spirit and their true energy was boiling. However, they did not know the source of the drum sound, so they could not help but have doubts in their hearts.

Zhuge Qi seemed to see what everyone was thinking and said, "You don't need to worry. This drum is called the Zhantian Drum. It is the most precious treasure of the Ziyang Sect. It is made from the skin of an eighth-level Demon King Canghai Whale, soaked in the Demon King Essence. Blood."

"Cultivators below the core level are affected by the sound of drums, their true energy boils, and their combat power is increased by 20%. They will become extremely tired after one day, but it is not serious. They only need to meditate for three days to recover."

Everyone felt relieved and gained a little more confidence.

The six sects of Qi have such treasures, and the hope of winning this battle is a little higher.

Chen Yuan was unmoved and still protected his soul firmly to avoid being affected by the sound of drums.

Zhuge Qi spoke in an understatement, but he did not dare to let such magic weapons affect him.

At this time, the desolate sound of the Zhantian Drum finally stopped, ringing seventeen times in total.

The expressions of the foundation-building monks in front of the Shanggong Hall were even more excited, with strong fighting intent in their eyes, and their bodies were agitated with agitation. They did not hide their cultivation agility at all, and seemed to be eager to join in the fight.

Chen Yuan then exuded his own inspiration and pretended to be excited, taking the opportunity to check everyone's cultivation.

Among these one hundred people, there are fourteen late-stage foundation-building monks, fifty-eight mid-stage foundation-building monks, and twenty-eight early-stage foundation-building monks.

Lingyun Sect has the largest number of monks in the early stage of foundation building, but everyone also knows that this battle is extremely dangerous. Those who signed up to participate in the war are all people who are quite confident in their own strength, but there are not many monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Zhuge Qi looked solemn: "The drums have stopped and the war has begun. Come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took up an escaping light and flew to the north.

Wang Xian and Wu Zexian followed, and a group of foundation-building monks did not dare to neglect and followed closely behind.

At the same time, dozens or hundreds of escaping lights rose from each of the other five sects' stations, piercing the gloomy sky and flying towards the north.

The six sect monks flew away for an hour before slowly stopping.

This place is about a hundred miles away from the oasis, deep into the depths of the Danmo Desert. The gravel-covered Gobi Desert has disappeared. As far as the eye can see, it is surrounded by long stretches of yellow sand.

Crescent-shaped sand dunes are scattered across the desert, reflecting dazzling light under the scorching sun.

Five hundred foundation-building monks were loosely arranged from east to west, forming a line several miles wide.

The monks of the six sects all wore the standard robes issued from the middle. The monks of the Ziyang Sect were in the middle, with a total of 130 people. The monks of the Lingyun Sect and the Tiangang Sword Sect were on the left, with 100 and 30 people respectively. Wanshou Mountain, Mingyin Valley, The monks are on the right, each with eighty people.

Twenty Jiedan masters are located in front of this front, looking solemnly to the north.

Chen Yuan looked at it intently, then his heart was shocked and he quickly looked away.

A total of five disciples of the Ziyang Sect participated in the battle this time, and the leader was none other than Xie Chaohong. Elder Qi, who had researched the secret technique of the Demonic Pill, was also among them.

Fortunately, the two of them were looking north at this time and had no time to pay attention to him, so they did not find Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan quietly took half a step back and hid his body behind a Lingyun Sect monk.

At this moment, a monstrous river of blood surged from the northern sky at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by a strong smell of blood. It suddenly stopped thousands of feet away from the six sect monks' front line.

Standing on the blood river was a bald monk with overwhelming pressure, just like Zhuge Qi. He was a late-stage pill-forming monk.

He grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, raised his hand and waved it, the blood river suddenly shrank to a foot in size, surrounding the bald monk, like a blood-colored cloak.

After the blood river disappeared, the figures of hundreds of monks who were engulfed by it appeared.

Nineteen people stood out from the crowd and stood beside the bald monk, emitting a huge spiritual pressure. They were all Jindan monks.

After that, there were five hundred foundation-building monks, three hundred of whom were wearing red robes, which seemed to be made of solidified blood, which was shocking.

The other two hundred people were half male and half female, all wearing white clothes.

The male cultivators were all handsome and handsome, while the female cultivators were so beautiful that they could make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame.

A man and a woman walked hand in hand, exchanging glances, and they were affectionate with each other. It didn't seem like they were here to fight, but rather like a wild outing.

After they emerged from the blood river, they also formed a battle line several miles wide, facing the six sects' cultivators from a distance.

Chen Yuan swept his eyes over the five hundred demon cultivators, but did not find Liu Fan's figure, so he was relieved.

The one hundred beautiful female cultivators all looked over, their eyes were like weeping, as if they were expressing infinite tenderness, and many of the six sects' cultivators showed an obsessed look.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort sounded like thunder in the ears of these cultivators, waking them all up.

Clang!

A crisp sword sound came out, and someone raised a flying sword. The next moment, the six sects' cultivators all sacrificed their spiritual weapons.

In an instant, hundreds of spiritual weapons flew out, emitting colorful spiritual lights, and there were also spiritual birds and beasts, making clear sounds and roars, and the field was in chaos.

Chen Yuan's expression became serious, and he stroked his storage bag and sacrificed the Fire Cloud Gourd and the Mysterious Water Flag.

The charm of the 100 female cultivators had no effect on him, but it made several Lingyun Sect cultivators around him bewildered and almost lost in it.

The secret technique of the Hehuan Sect is indeed amazing.

After these people who lost their composure were awakened, they showed shame and anger on their faces, but the 100 female cultivators giggled and were very proud.

The bald cultivator laughed wildly: "The six sects of Qi State are just like this, who will fight with this real person?"

Xie Chaohong stepped out of the crowd and said coldly: "Xie Chaohong of Ziyang Sect, please teach me!"

The bald cultivator laughed wildly again: "Okay! Yuanye of Xueling Sect, I will learn from you!"

After the two exchanged their names, they immediately drove the escape light and flew above the clouds.

Other Jindan cultivators also found their opponents and fled to the sky.

Zhuge Qi's voice rang in Chen Yuan's ears: "You must fight bravely and kill the enemy. You cannot stop fighting without an order!"