Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

All the alchemy masters on both sides fled to the sky, leaving thousands of foundation-building monks behind.

They were several miles apart, looking at each other from a distance. An invisible evil aura filled the air, the hot and twisted air was frozen, and even the hoofbeats of those spiritual birds and animals stopped inexplicably.

Suddenly, the monks from both sides took up the escape light at the same time and rushed towards each other.

This is a battle between immortal cultivators, just like a fight between mortal gang warriors on the street. It is far less organized than the battle between two armies.

But immortal cultivators are not soldiers in the army. They usually work alone. They practice different styles, and the spiritual weapons and beasts they use are completely different. Naturally, they don’t have any formations to coordinate with each other, so they can only do their own thing. war.

The demon cultivator was originally the aggressor, full of fighting spirit, he took up the escape light and rushed over.

Affected by the sound of war drums, the monks of the Six Sects were full of fighting spirit, their true energy was boiling, they were much braver than usual, and their escape speed was also extremely fast.

Chen Yuan was the only sane person among the five hundred foundation-building monks of the six sects. He deliberately slowed down his escape speed and slowly fell to the bottom of the crowd.

However, Shen Danmei's escape speed was extremely fast. He was twenty or thirty feet ahead of Chen Yuan, and even ranked first among the hundreds of monks of the Lingyun Sect.

She was a resolute person, and the sound of the war drum further amplified her temperament. At this time, she had forgotten that she was in a battlefield with thousands of people, and she only had eyes for the chosen demon cultivator opponent.

The demon cultivators on the opposite side were also eyeing Shen Danmei. Two familiar Blood Spirit Sect monks originally picked a Guiyuan Sect monk as their opponent. However, seeing Shen Danmei's body suddenly move forward, they changed their direction slightly and rushed towards her. .

Another male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building had a lustful look in his eyes. He licked his lips, released the hand of the female cultivator beside him, and rushed towards her directly.

The monks of the Hehuan Sect need to replenish the yin and yang vitality in order to improve their cultivation. This man took a fancy to Shen Danmei and wanted to capture her and use her as a furnace.

The eyes of the female cultivator beside him moved, as if she was sad that the male cultivator abandoned her, but a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she also accelerated her speed and rushed towards the male cultivator of Ziyang Sect that she liked.

The Hehuan sect's martial arts are unique. She and the male cultivator are monastic partners on the surface, but in fact they are each other's furnace. They never want to put each other to death, and draw all the yin and yang vitality in their bodies to make great progress in their cultivation.

If the "Double Cultivation Couple" is successfully harvested, or the "Double Cultivation Couple" dies, the Hehuan Sect monk will replace it with another Dual Cultivation Couple, and this will be repeated until the elixir is successfully formed, in order to get rid of this situation.

Every pill-forming monk of Hehuan Sect stepped on the bones of countless furnaces before successfully forming pills. Underneath their handsome and affectionate faces, there was a cold and ruthless heart.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for a female cultivator to help a male cultivator deal with Shen Danmei, and she even has to capture a furnace cauldron to harvest the yang and replenish the yin. Otherwise, if her cultivation level is stretched by the male cultivators, she will be in danger of becoming a furnace cauldron.

Chen Yuan noticed the strange behavior of the three demon cultivators and immediately sent a message to Shen Danmei: "Senior Sister Shen, don't be impulsive!"

This sound transmission was like thunder, exploding in Shen Danmei's ears, waking her up from her excitement.

Her body trembled, her escape suddenly slowed down, and she was overtaken by the Lingyun Sect monk beside her.

Chen Yuan felt relieved, and his escape speed increased slightly. He came to Shen Danmei's side and continued to transmit the message: "Senior Sister Shen, this is a battle of thousands of people. You must not be the first bird!"

Shen Danmei replied with lingering fear: "Thanks to my junior brother for reminding me, I didn't know why, but my mind was a little dizzy just now. I only wanted to kill the enemy, and I was almost besieged by the demon cultivator."

The two Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivators on the opposite side frowned when they saw Shen Danmei slowing down his escape speed and hiding himself among the other Lingyun Sect cultivators. They could only find another opponent.

But the male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect was staring at Shen Danmei, and there was no one else in his eyes.

It was hard to find a female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. He must capture this Lingyun sect female cultivator today and turn her into a furnace!

The sound transmission between Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei was said to be slow, but in fact it happened in an instant.

Within a few breaths, the monks on both sides were across thousands of feet, like two huge waves, roaring and colliding together. Hundreds of spiritual weapons clashed, and auras of light rose into the sky.

The monk who rushed at the front was besieged by several opponents, and died in an instant, with screams one after another.

In an instant, more than thirty headless corpses fell to the ground, and there were more than a dozen monks with no bones left, not even their heads, making the besiegers look pitiful.

The Second Demonic Sect, like the Six Sects of the Qi Kingdom, all use the heads of monks to judge merits and rewards. Without the heads, you cannot receive rewards.

Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei were mixed in the crowd, and only one spiritual weapon and a few blood spirits came towards them.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to seal the secret, and the shadow of the Xuanwu beast flew out from the Xuanshui flag, spraying out two streams of water, forming a four-sided Xuanming water curtain, easily blocking the incoming blood spirits.

The one who was eyeing Chen Yuan was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building of the Blood Spirit Sect. The blood spirit he released looked like a tiger and leopard. It looked ferocious, but its body was illusory. It was far inferior to Liu Fan's blood spirit. Even Ningbi, Zhuang Ji's blood spirit was inferior. It hit the Xuanming water curtain and remained motionless, as steady as a mountain.

The spiritual weapon of the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect is a long black whip about ten feet long, made of thousand-year-old locust branches. It has a strong yin energy and looks like a snake, and it is whipped towards Shen Danmei.

Shen Danmei used a rusty bronze shield, which expanded to several feet in size, to block the black whip.

At the same time, she took out a golden glazed mirror and shot out more than a dozen golden mirror lights, which turned into sharp blades about a foot long and shot towards the male cultivators of the Hehuan Sect.

The male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect took his time and held up a green shield in front of him.

The golden blade transformed by the mirror light was extremely sharp. It chopped on the green rattan shield, leaving more than a dozen inch-long scars and making a sharp scraping sound.

The male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect saw this and showed a furious look on his face. He rushed over directly. At the same time, the spell in his hand changed, and ghosts flew out of the black whip, making a sound like a baby crying, and rushed towards Shen Danmei.

Shen Danmei went up to him without fear and fought with him.

Chen Yuan was relieved to see Shen Danmei calmly dealing with her opponent.

He sacrificed the Fire Cloud Gourd, and 360 grains of Fire Cloud Sand flew out of the gourd mouth, spinning rapidly, releasing red smoke, forming a red cloud that could cover a hundred feet, and engulfed the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

At this time, after the cultivators of both sides had survived the first wave of concentrated fire, they all found their opponents and entangled with each other.

Various colors of spiritual light shone, and all kinds of strange spiritual weapons, strange beasts, and magical skills were performed, forming a battle formation more than ten miles long.

Shouts and screams came one after another, and from time to time, headless bodies fell and landed on the golden sand dunes, stirring up dust.

Some cultivators were defeated and turned to flee, but were chased by their opponents, one after the other, and fled several miles away.

The red cloud released by the Fire Cloud Sand was inconspicuous in this battle of thousands of people.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator saw Chen Yuan offering a top-grade spiritual weapon, his face was solemn, his body shook, and he flew back, trying to exit the red cloud.

But the Fire Cloud Sand was only the size of a fist, and its speed was extremely fast, surrounding him, and the red cloud also spread over and enveloped him again.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator frowned, spread his spiritual consciousness, and looked for Chen Yuan's trace, but found that the red cloud seemed to have the effect of confusing his spiritual consciousness, and he could not capture Chen Yuan's figure.

He fixed his eyes and released the remaining tiger-leopard blood spirits in his hand. There were a total of 24 of them. Half of them circled around him, and the other half flew out in all directions, acting as ears and eyes to find Chen Yuan's traces.

The rapidly rotating fire cloud sand hit these blood spirits, but just passed through them, making the blood light on their bodies slightly dim, but it could not leave any scars.

Seeing this, the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator smiled slightly, and his worries were dissipated.

Like most Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, he spent all his energy and effort on cultivating blood spirits, and had no other magic weapons in his hands.

These more than 30 blood spirits were all refined from the blood essence of foundation-building cultivators. They were bloodthirsty and soul-devouring. Their bodies seemed real and virtual. Ordinary spiritual weapons were difficult to injure them. Even high-grade spiritual weapons could only wear down the blood spirits' vitality bit by bit.

But before these red sands completely consumed the blood spirits, he had already used the blood spirits to find the location of the Lingyun Sect disciple, devoured his blood essence, left his head, and went back to receive the sect's reward.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator was extremely confident and released six more blood spirits to look for the opponent's trace.

He could see clearly that Chen Yuan was only in the middle stage of foundation building. He took out two top-grade spiritual weapons one after another, one for attack and one for defense. He should have no other means.

Unless those with extremely rich wealth, or those with extraordinary talents and special physiques, would have means more powerful than top-grade spiritual weapons.

But according to his observation, Chen Yuan acted timidly and deliberately fell behind fellow cultivators. He must be a coward who chose this person as his opponent.

He was quite surprised that Chen Yuan could take out two top-grade spiritual weapons, but there could be no more powerful means.

Otherwise, he would not have to be so careful and would have just started killing.

Leaving six blood spirits behind was enough to protect himself.

This was because he was in a battlefield with thousands of people and acted much more cautiously.

If it were normal times, he would have released all the blood spirits, sucked the opponent's essence and blood dry, and looked for the next opponent.

The Blood Spirit Sect's brutal reputation was created by these blood spirits that devoured essence, blood, and soul.

Soon, the two blood spirits found Chen Yuan's figure. His consciousness attached to the blood spirits and saw Chen Yuan as well.

But what surprised the Blood Spirit Sect monk was that Chen Yuan actually put away the Xuanshui flag, flew towards him without any protection around him.

But the next moment, a trace of a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a thought, twenty blood spirits rushed towards Chen Yuan.

He didn't know why Chen Yuan took the initiative to put away the defensive spiritual weapon, but he would not miss this great opportunity to kill him with one blow.

Twenty blood spirits rushed from all directions, but Chen Yuan's face was calm. He punched several times in succession and blasted the first five blood spirits!

The Blood Spirit Sect monk treated the blood spirit as his own spiritual weapon and connected it with his mind. The five blood spirits were destroyed, and his soul was also damaged. His face turned pale and he spit out blood.

But the damage to the soul was nothing. Chen Yuan could actually blast the blood spirit with his bare hands, which made him tremble and his mind was almost blank.

He had experienced dozens or hundreds of battles, countless souls died under his command, and he had also faced several desperate situations, but he had never seen a person who could blast the blood spirit without using magic tools and relying only on the strength of the flesh!

He remembered a kind of cultivator that only existed in the classics, and said in horror: "Are you a physical cultivator?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, and punched several more times, blasting all the remaining blood spirits. His figure swayed and came to the front of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

Puff!

Twenty blood spirits were destroyed, and the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's face was pale. He spurted out several mouthfuls of blood and his body was shaky.

The blood spirit made them successful, and the blood spirit also made them fail. The blood spirit is the strongest means of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, and also their biggest weakness.

Only those who practiced the "Blood Nerve" are not afraid of the destruction of the blood spirit.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's blood and spirit were greatly damaged, and his soul was also severely injured. He had no will to fight. He gritted his teeth and drove the six blood spirits to pounce on Chen Yuan to stop him. He then pulled back and tried to escape.

But the six blood spirits only stopped Chen Yuan for a moment before they were all blown up.

Chen Yuan's body swayed and he came in front of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator, almost sticking to him. In his horrified eyes, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck.

Crack!

Chen Yuan exerted a little force to break his neck bone, and at the same time released a stream of true energy to crush his soul.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's eyes dimmed, his limbs drooped weakly, and he died on the spot.

Chen Yuan moved his left hand and took the storage bag on his waist into his hand, then put his fingers together like a sword and cut off his head.

The body of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator fell down, entangled by red smoke, ignited dark fire, and turned into ashes silently.

Only ten breaths had passed since the two fought and Chen Yuan killed the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

On this battlefield with thousands of people, Chen Yuan directly used the power of physical cultivation to blast him to death.

He had to kill five cultivators of the same level before he could return to the sect to recuperate for three years. There was no time to waste, and he had to fight quickly.

Chen Yuan put away the storage bag of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator, spread his spiritual sense, and looked for the next opponent.

Shen Danmei was quite powerful and had already gained the upper hand in the battle with the Hehuan Sect male cultivator, without Chen Yuan's help.

Other Lingyun Sect cultivators were also fighting fiercely with their opponents, and it was hard to tell who would win, but most of them were at a disadvantage.

Lingyun Sect was only one of the six sects in Qi State, and the opponents were from the two major demon sects, with strange skills, difficult blood spirits, and better quality spiritual weapons.

But those who signed up for the battle were all very confident in their own strength, and even if they were at a disadvantage, they would not lose for a moment.

But not everyone could hold on. A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, who was seven hundred feet away from Chen Yuan, was drained of his blood by the blood spirit, leaving only his head and a piece of human skin.

Opposite him, a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect showed a look of relief on his face. There was another cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect beside him, who shook his head slightly, his eyes were quite unwilling.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, raised his hand and waved, and more than a dozen grains of fire cloud sand flew out of the red cloud, with a long red smoke tail, flying towards the two people.

The two sides were more than seven hundred feet apart, beyond the coverage of Chen Yuan's spiritual sense. The fire cloud sand flew halfway and was no longer controlled by Chen Yuan. The trajectory was stiff, and the two people easily dodged it, and then flew back with the connection between the fire cloud gourd.

The two followed the fire cloud sand and looked over. Chen Yuan smiled sarcastically, hooked his finger at the two people, put the fire cloud sand into the fire cloud gourd, and turned to escape.

The two Blood Spirit Sect monks were shocked and angry at this ridicule, and immediately rode their lights to catch up.