Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan could see clearly that the two Blood Spirit Sect monks who joined forces to fight against the enemy were the ones who wanted to attack Shen Danmei before.

Their cultivation bases were both in the middle stage of foundation building, which just met Chen Yuan's requirements.

This was not a coincidence. The two sects of the Demonic Path, like the six sects of Qi, encouraged their monks to fight against enemies of the same level.

The Lingyun Sect's task talisman specifically mentioned that if you kill an opponent with a lower cultivation base than yourself, you will not get a reward, but if you kill an opponent with a higher cultivation base than yourself, the reward will not increase.

The Jindan monks of both the righteous and the evil sides did not want to see them fight against the early stage of foundation building monks and get rewards easily, or challenge the late stage of foundation building monks across levels and lose their lives in vain.

These two Blood Spirit Sect monks had just joined forces to kill a Lingyun Sect monk. They were just inflated, and were provoked by Chen Yuan. Naturally, they would not give up and chased after them directly.

The three of them fled and chased, and soon left the battle group.

Every monk was fighting with his opponent, and no one noticed the traces of Chen Yuan and the other two.

Only Shen Danmei had been paying attention to Chen Yuan's actions. When she saw Chen Yuan take the initiative to provoke two Blood Spirit Sect monks, her face changed.

When Chen Yuan was fighting with a Blood Spirit Sect monk just now, he took out two high-grade spiritual weapons, so she was not worried.

She had already suppressed the Hehuan Sect male cultivator, and it was only a matter of time before she won. As long as Chen Yuan could hold him back for a while, she could help him.

But what surprised Shen Danmei was that Chen Yuan actually killed his opponent within ten breaths, and took the initiative to provoke the other two Blood Spirit Sect monks, which inevitably worried her.

She didn't know what means Chen Yuan used to kill his opponent in a moment, but alchemists were not short of spiritual stones, so it should be some powerful treasures.

But it was much more difficult to fight one against two, and even if there were treasures in hand, it would be difficult to use them.

Especially since the Blood Spirit Sect monks would cultivate blood spirits, the number of blood spirits doubled when the two joined forces, which was even more difficult.

While suppressing the male cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, Shen Danmei turned her head from time to time to look at Chen Yuan who was fleeing far away, with a worried look in her eyes.

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Chen Yuan's escape speed was not fast. He was stopped by two Blood Spirit Sect cultivators after escaping only three miles.

One of the skinny cultivators looked Chen Yuan up and down with a gloomy look, and said in a cold voice: "Boy, you dare to provoke us two. If you are not crazy, you must have some tricks. Show them!"

As he said, he waved his hand, and more than 30 blood spirits flew out of his body and circled around him.

Another young cultivator followed and released more than 30 blood spirits, sneered: "You are just an arrogant person, what tricks can you have? The blood essence of that person just now was swallowed by you, and this person's blood essence belongs to me!"

The blood spirits released by the two people have different shapes. The blood spirit of the skinny cultivator is like a flying bird, and the blood spirit of the young cultivator is no different from that of a human, just like Liu Fan, Ningbi, and Zhuang Ji, but they are all quite illusory.

After the young monk finished speaking, he waved his hand and shouted, "Go!"

Thirty blood spirits pounced on Chen Yuan, and only four blood spirits stayed around him to protect him.

The skinny monk frowned, but didn't say anything else. With a thought, he drove all the blood spirits to pounce on Chen Yuan. At the same time, he stroked his storage bag, sacrificed a jade bottle, and raised his hand to make a gesture.

Bursts of bright pink miasma flew out of the jade bottle, surrounding the skinny monk, emitting a greasy fragrance.

A trace of displeasure flashed in the young monk's eyes, and he took the initiative to distance himself from the skinny monk to avoid the pink miasma.

Facing the blood spirits that pounced on him, Chen Yuan calmly sacrificed the Xuanshui flag, and the Xuanwu beast shadow shone brightly. Two streams of water were sprayed out from the turtle head and snake tail, condensing into a Xuanming water ball, blocking all the blood spirits.

The humanoid blood spirit pounced on the water ball, and the face without facial features suddenly opened a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down. The bird-like blood spirit stretched out blood-red claws and grabbed the Xuanming water ball.

Wherever the two blood spirits touched, the Xuanming water turned black, exuded waves of fishy smell, and left the Xuanming water ball and scattered.

But no matter how much Xuanming water was polluted, the Xuanwu beast shadow would continuously spray out Xuanming water, and the Xuanming water ball would always be intact.

But the two blood spirit sect monks were not in a hurry. After releasing the blood spirit, they watched coldly from the side.

The blood spirit's polluting power was extremely strong. No matter how strong Chen Yuan's defensive spirit weapon was, it could not resist the blood spirit's polluting power.

In just a short moment, the Xuanwu beast shadow was stained with a faint blood-red color, and let out a painful roar. In a dozen breaths, it would be completely polluted by the blood spirit.

The Lingyun sect monk just now was defeated and died because his guarding spiritual weapon was quickly contaminated by the two.

But Chen Yuan did not give the two this opportunity. The moment the blood spirit pounced on him, he sacrificed the Fire Cloud Gourd and released 360 Fire Cloud Sands, which grew to the size of a fist. It spun rapidly and spewed out streams of burning smoke, and the red cloud spread rapidly.

The skinny monk was cautious and shouted: "Junior Brother Yue, contaminate all these red sands!"

He separated half of the blood spirit and grabbed those red sands. In just a moment, he contaminated seven or eight grains of red sand, but this half of the blood spirit also consumed a lot of blood.

The young monk frowned slightly, but still separated ten blood spirits and pounced on those fist-sized red sands.

Although these red sands are not powerful, they are numerous and have the ability to consume and corrode spiritual energy, which can consume the blood spirit's blood, which makes him feel distressed.

All these essence and blood were obtained by him through hard work in hunting monsters and killing foundation-building monks, but the skinny monk was his fellow senior brother, so he had to do as he was told.

With the two of them working together, it took only a few breaths to destroy more than thirty Fire Cloud Sands.

These Fire Cloud Sands were polluted by the Blood Spirits, and the spiritual light was dim, turning into rusty black iron balls, and then breaking into ash powder, drifting away with the wind.

But more Fire Cloud Sands took the opportunity to spray more red smoke, and the red cloud spread to a size of a hundred feet, covering the two.

The young monk had no fear at all. His blood spirits had been besieging Chen Yuan and would not lose Chen Yuan's trace. These burning red smokes had the effect of covering the body and confusing the consciousness, and the power was mediocre, and it was impossible to break through the defense of the four blood spirits.

When the skinny monk was surrounded by the red cloud, his expression was a little solemn, but these red smokes were all corroded by the pink miasma released from the jade bottle, and could not get close at all, which made him feel relieved.

It seems that what Junior Brother Yue said was right. This person is really arrogant...

But even so, the skinny monk still acted carefully, driving the blood spirit to constantly grab the red sand and pollute it into scrap iron, not caring about the loss of blood and essence at all.

The war has begun. Are you still afraid of not having the opportunity to devour the opponent's blood and essence on the battlefield?

Chen Yuan saw that the fire cloud sand was constantly polluted by the blood spirit, his face sank, and the spell in his hand changed. The shadow of the black tortoise flew back to the black water flag. The black water ball polluted by the blood spirit could not be replenished, and soon turned into a smelly black fish and fell down, leaving countless bottomless pits in the desert.

The skinny monk saw Chen Yuan take the initiative to put away the defensive spiritual weapon, and was stunned for a moment. He did not let the blood spirit pounce on him immediately, but instead recalled several blood spirits to protect himself.

This move was too strange, and this person looked normal, not desperate and self-destructive, so don't be careless.

But the young monk was overjoyed, and immediately drove the blood spirit to pounce on Chen Yuan and devour his blood.

Just now, the blood of the Lingyun sect monk was swallowed by the blood spirit of the skinny monk, which made him jealous. Now it was finally his turn.

As long as he could devour this man's blood, he could cultivate at least six more blood spirits, and his strength would be taken to a higher level.

Just as the blood spirit was about to pounce on Chen Yuan, he smiled slightly, and his body suddenly grew to about seven feet tall, his muscles bulged, and his whole body was bronze-colored. He raised his hand and threw a punch!

Boom!

A sonic boom sounded, and seven or eight blood spirits were blown up, turning into a bloody rain, and burned to death by the red smoke.

Boom boom!

Chen Yuan threw a few more punches, and the sound of sonic booms overlapped, like a thunderclap. All the blood spirits that rushed towards him were blown up by the huge force of 200,000 jin, turning into a bloody rain. Even the red smoke could not burn it out in time and scattered down.

These bloody rains were the blood essence in the blood spirits, which were refined by the young monks with secret methods and turned into blood spirits.

As long as the blood essence is still there, the blood spirit is immortal.

But under the irresistible huge force, the blood essence in the blood spirits was completely consumed, turning into drops of blood with a dull luster, falling down.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed, and he rushed out of the bloody rain and went straight to the two Blood Spirit Sect monks.

Puff!

Most of the blood spirits of the young monk were destroyed, his face was as pale as paper, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood essence. When he looked at Chen Yuan again, his eyes were full of fear.

In a flash, Chen Yuan suddenly turned into a seven-foot-tall bronze warrior. With a few punches, he blew up the blood spirit, which frightened him to death.

"Oh no, this person is a physical cultivator. Run away!" The skinny monk's pupils shrank, and he immediately recalled all the blood spirits, put away the jade bottle, and turned to flee.

The young monk woke up and hurriedly turned to flee.

But his blood and essence were seriously depleted, and his escape speed was very slow. He was caught up by Chen Yuan after only a few feet away.

Chen Yuan chased behind the young monk, stretched out his hand to grab its neck, twisted his neck bone, and crushed his soul.

The skinny monk took the opportunity to escape thirty feet away and was about to escape from the range of the red cloud.

Chen Yuan sneered, stroked his storage bag, took out a bone-penetrating nail, and threw it out with force.

This throw not only used all his strength, but also used the true essence to control it. The bone-penetrating nail escaped very quickly, turning into a black stream of light, like a meteor, flying towards the skinny monk.

The skinny monk was in a hurry and only had time to drive the three-headed blood spirit to block, but it was pierced through. The blood-colored robes on his body could not block it for a moment. The bone-penetrating nail shot into his body and passed through his chest.

"Ah!"

The bone-penetrating nail did not leave any wounds on the skinny monk, but he screamed, raised his hands to hold his head, his body hunched, his escape speed greatly reduced, and he was shaky.

Several grains of fire cloud sand flew up quickly and hit the skinny monk, smashing him to pieces.

Chen Yuan dispersed the secret technique of the giant spirit body, raised his hand and made a move, and the bone-penetrating nail flew back.

This bone-penetrating nail obtained from Ningbi has the effect of destroying spiritual weapons and suppressing the soul. It is extremely evil. It just hit the skinny monk and severely damaged his soul.

In the past three years, in addition to refining elixirs and improving his cultivation, Chen Yuan has also been nurturing the spiritual weapon in his hand, controlling this bone-penetrating nail as if it were his arm, and just used it in the battle.

He cut off the heads of the two men, put away the storage bag, let the red smoke burn their bodies to ashes, then put the Fire Cloud Sand back into the Fire Cloud Gourd and fled to the battlefield.

He has killed three cultivators of the same level, and as long as he kills two more, he can return to the sect to recuperate for three years.

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Shen Danmei has been paying attention to Chen Yuan's movements, but after he escaped three miles, a group of red clouds and mists spread out, covering his and the two Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, and what happened inside is unknown.

Shen Danmei's heart sank, and she withdrew her gaze and focused on the enemy.

At this time, she had completely suppressed her opponent. The golden light and glass realm continuously shot out mirror-light blades. The black whip made of thousand-year-old locust branches could not break through the defense of the bronze shield.

However, these two top-grade spiritual weapons could only make Shen Danmei invincible. What really made her opponent embarrassed was the gold-based spiritual technique she used.

Shen Danmei had the dual spiritual roots of gold and water, and her aptitude was extraordinary. She could achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing magic.

He practiced the gold-based skills and used the low-level gold-based spiritual technique "Golden Sword Technique", which continuously condensed into a three-foot-long golden sword, shining brightly and dazzlingly, and slashed at the opponent.

The green rattan shield in the hands of the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect had been slashed with several deep scars, and a corner of the robe had been cut off, which was in a mess.

The golden sword technique was only a low-level spiritual technique. In the battle between the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, its power was mediocre.

But Shen Danmei's speed of performing spiritual arts was extremely fast. Within three breaths, she could condense a golden magic sword, which was sharp and unstoppable, and completely suppressed the opponent.

Originally, she planned to continue like this, and then attack with thunder after breaking the opponent's defensive spiritual weapon.

But Chen Yuan fought with two Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, and his life and death were unpredictable, which made Shen Danmei unable to wait any longer.

As a senior sister, if she watched Chen Yuan die in the hands of the demon cultivator, how would she explain to Jin Luoheng when she returned?

Shen Danmei took a deep breath, and the magic formula in her hand changed. The golden glass mirror suddenly shone brightly, shooting out dozens of mirror lights, turning into a sharp blade, and slashing at the opponent together with the remaining three golden magic swords.

The male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect's pupils shrank, and hurriedly recalled the thousand-year-old Yinhuai whip, and together with the green rattan shield, resisted Shen Danmei's attack.

The wood-type skills he practiced were just defeated by Shen Danmei's skills. At this time, he had no intention of capturing her and training her into a furnace. He just wanted to escape, but he had no chance.

After Shen Danmei suppressed her opponent, she suddenly raised her hand and made a gesture, muttering something, and nine three-foot-long golden giant swords slowly emerged above her head.

"Sword Rain Technique!" The male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect recognized the spiritual technique performed by Shen Danmei, and his soul was surging. He suddenly shouted: "Explode!"

The green rattan shield in front of him exploded, annihilating all the golden blades and three golden magic swords.

The male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect shook his body and had a splitting headache, but he endured the pain and did not bother to put away the thousand-year-old Yinhuai whip, and turned to escape.

But the nine golden swords had already condensed into shape. Shen Danmei waved her slender hand and shouted: "Go!"

The nine golden swords shot out, as fast as lightning. Cut the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect into several pieces!