Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The white ape came all the way, startling countless birds, hovering above the mountain forest, and making panicked cries.

The white ape raised his head and roared. The birds fell down one after another as if they were hit by crossbow arrows, and the forest returned to silence.

The white ape exhaled heavily and opened his mouth slightly. The four protruding fangs were like four sharp daggers, shining with cold light under the weak sunlight.

Its whole body was stained red with blood, and there was a faint blood color in its eyes. It glanced around, but did not find any energy in Chen Yuan.

White Ape roared angrily, suddenly raised his right foot and stomped it hard. Several cracks appeared under the sole of his foot and spread quickly around.

The ground shook violently, and the trees within a few dozen feet around him seemed to have been cut by invisible giant axes. They were broken close to the ground and fell down in various directions.

A tree fell towards the white ape. It raised its left hand to support the trunk and swung it to the side. The tree flew a hundred feet horizontally and broke a dozen trees as thick as half a foot before it stopped.

It was venting its anger and taking the opportunity to find traces of the monk.

The white ape has true spirit blood, and his perception is extremely sharp. He can faintly feel a vague energy. He knows that the monk who made him lose face is nearby, but he cannot accurately detect his location. He can only Use this method to force this person to show up.

When there was chaos in the mountain forest, the white ape's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, paying close attention to the movements around him. As soon as the monk showed up, it would immediately pounce on him, without any hesitation, and directly tear the man alive. broken!

But until the forest returned to calm, the figure of the monk still did not appear, and the vague energy became much weaker.

White Ape was furious in his heart, and he stomped on the ground again, knocking down dozens of big trees, and the forest was in chaos, but he still couldn't make the monk appear, as if he really disappeared out of thin air.

The white ape vented for a while, and all the trees within a radius of more than a hundred feet were broken. Looking down from the air, a huge and ugly wound appeared in the dense and neat green.

But even if the white ape destroyed this mountain forest, it still could not find the monk who injured it. The seemingly absent energy had become extremely weak at this time.

After a while, the energy disappeared completely, and the white ape looked up to the sky and roared for a while, the sound spread for several miles, and flew away into the distance.

The injuries on its body looked horrific, but they were only flesh and blood injuries. Even the most seriously injured right hand had no muscle or bone damage.

But now it has nowhere to vent its anger, and it can only calm down by killing a few monster beasts.

After all, it is a monster beast, or a monster beast with the blood of the true spirit.

The ferocious nature inherited from the ancient times in the depths of his bloodline finally overwhelmed the remaining reason of the white ape.

…

Chen Yuan, dressed in ragged clothes and wearing Luo Yansha, walked slowly in a dense forest.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes that he tried to open wide were bloodshot and bleak. Every time he took a step, his body trembled twice. He looked like a mortal disaster victim who had been hungry for three days and three nights, without a trace of strength. The style of the late monks.

Half an hour ago, he put on Luo Yansha to hide his figure and energy, and narrowly escaped the pursuit of the white ape.

Chen Yuan was very lucky. When Bai Yuan went to the forest to vent his anger, two trees fell in front of him. They were only a few inches away from hitting him, forcing him to reveal his body.

After avoiding the two trees, he used the cover of Luo Yansha to carefully avoid the cracks in the ground and the fallen trees, and walked further away step by step, finally leaving the forest.

But he still didn't dare to show his body. There were many third-level monsters and fourth-level monsters deep in the Huanyue Mountains. However, his arms were broken, the power of his soul was exhausted, most of his strength was gone, and his consciousness could only cover his body. Less than thirty feet away, I dare not take the risk of flying away.

He just staggered forward, climbing over two thousand-foot peaks with difficulty, and it took him five days to get out of the depths of the Huanyue Mountains.

At this time, Chen Yuan's body had consumed 70 to 80% of his true energy. Luo Yansha was a high-grade spiritual weapon after all. Although it did not consume much true energy, after five days, it was too much for him to bear the consumption.

He gritted his teeth, removed Luo Yansha, took up the Escape Light, and flew out unsteadily.

He no longer had any extra consciousness to control the Yundu Boat, so he could only fly out slowly.

Chen Yuan, who was flying close to the treetops, quickly attracted the attention of a python demon.

Because his soul was severely injured, the energy he exuded was very weak, not even as good as a monk at the early stage of foundation building, and only slightly stronger than a monk at the tenth level of Qi refining.

Seeing this weak monk daring to intrude into his territory, this second-level python demon became furious. The body coiled on the tree flicked out, and the python head suddenly came out and bit Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's bloodshot eyes flashed with murderous intent. He touched the storage bag and pulled out the Lingzhu Sword.

A bamboo forest appeared, with bamboo leaves flying, surrounding the python demon, forming a storm of bamboo leaves, and together with the spirit bamboo sword, the giant python was cut into pieces with random blades.

Even if the tiger falls in Pingyang, it is not a vicious dog that can be bullied.

Chen Yuan didn't even look at the corpse of the python demon that fell on the ground, put away the Lingzhu Sword and continued to fly forward.

…

Two days later, Chen Yuan finally flew out of the Huanyue Mountains.

He was close to the limit at this time. The severe pain in his head surged like a tide and never stopped. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but he could only narrow them into a line. The scene in front of him was covered with a faint black layer, and many things appeared. Afterimage, arms hanging limply, twisted into a strange posture.

He gritted his teeth and flew for more than ten miles, then descended the light of escape in a wasteland, set up a set of invisible formations, and sat down cross-legged.

After Chen Yuan sat down, the breath he had held when escaping was gone, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost fainted.

But he knew that he must not fall asleep now, so he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a pain that was no less than a severe blow to his soul came over him, which made him suddenly wake up.

He spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, gasped a few times, stroked the storage bag, took out the remaining soul-nourishing wood, and tried to calm down and concentrate.

But the pain of the broken arm and the severe pain of the soul continued to surge, and under this pain, Chen Yuan was extremely irritable and difficult to concentrate.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan remembered something, and hurriedly urged the little remaining true energy in his body to inject it into the Chilong pendant on his waist.

This low-grade spiritual weapon had limited effect in absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After Chen Yuan broke through the bottleneck in the late stage, it became useless and was forgotten by him.

But today, it was of vital use.

After Chen Yuan injected his true essence, the jade pendant glowed faintly, and the Chilong on it shook its head and tail, as if it had come alive.

A sense of coldness surged into Chen Yuan's body, and he felt like he was sitting on a piece of ice that never melted. All his pain and irritability were frozen, and his mind slowly became calm, and he finally succeeded in entering a state of concentration.

Chen Yuan slowly practiced the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" technique, and gray light spots slowly emerged on the rough and dry skin of the Soul-Nourishing Wood, condensing into a gray thread that extended to Chen Yuan.

After the spirituality of the Soul-Nourishing Wood entered Chen Yuan's soul space, it slowly merged into his soul, and the severe pain was slightly relieved, and Chen Yuan's mentality became more peaceful.

But his soul was too severely injured, and the speed of absorbing the spirituality of the Soul-Nourishing Wood was extremely slow.

An hour later, the inch-long Soul-Nourishing Wood finally turned into debris, and Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The severe pain in his head was relieved a lot. After the self-destruction of the spiritual weapon, the soul that had become illusory and smoke-like also solidified again. Although it was not half of the original, he no longer had to worry about fainting.

He slowly spread out his spiritual sense, and every move within two hundred feet around him was under his control.

Chen Yuan was completely relieved. He stroked the storage bag, took out a jade bottle, poured out a longevity pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes to meditate again.

…

Three days later, Lingyun Mountains.

A white-haired old man slowly flew outside the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate, spreading his spiritual sense, carefully checking everything around, to prevent any demon cultivators from spying on the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate.

The demon cultivators' skills are strange. If you just set up a formation, it is difficult to detect the traces of the demon cultivators.

Moreover, over the past year, as the situation in the Demon-Slaying Desert has become increasingly tense, the demon cultivators in various parts of Qi have become increasingly rampant. Immortal cultivation families have often been massacred, and even several spiritual stone mines have been breached by demon cultivators. However, the various sects have intentionally blocked the news, and the cultivators outside the sect are unaware of the inside story.

There are also demon cultivators who sneak into the vicinity of the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate to spy on the Lingyun Sect's situation. Although the number is small, the Lingyun Sect attaches great importance to it and has sent dozens of deacon disciples to patrol the vicinity of the mountain gate day and night.

Two deacon disciples were lax for a while and did not find the traces of the demon cultivators who sneaked into the vicinity of the mountain gate. They were severely punished by the sect, so that the deacon disciples who received this task dared not slack off any more and were extremely careful.

The white-haired old man flew for a long time, and finally roughly patrolled the area he was responsible for, turned around and flew back, and began the second patrol.

At this moment, a green flying boat flew from a distance, escaping at an extremely fast speed.

The white-haired old man's heart tightened, and he sacrificed a mid-grade spiritual weapon, went forward, and shouted: "Who is coming?"

The speed of the green flying boat slowly decreased, and it stopped ten feet in front of the white-haired old man, and a young cultivator appeared.

This man was dressed in a green shirt, and looked only about twenty years old, with a slender figure, pale face, and bloodshot eyes, and seemed very tired.

But from the aura emanating from him, he was an out-and-out late-stage foundation-building cultivator.

The white-haired old man was shocked, and before he could say anything, the green-shirted cultivator stroked his storage bag, took out a jade token, raised his hand and threw it, and the jade token slowly flew over.

The white-haired old man took the jade token, checked it carefully, and gave it back, smiling: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Chen. It is my duty, and I did not intend to offend you. Senior Brother, please do as you please."

In the world of cultivating immortals, the elders are not judged by age, and the ones who are more accomplished are given priority. Although he is old, he is only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation-building, and can only regard himself as a junior brother.

The green-shirted monk took the jade token, nodded slightly, and flew into the cloud wall.

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Yuan's back, a trace of envy in his eyes, sighed lightly, and continued to patrol.

...

The green-shirted monk was Chen Yuan who had returned from the Huanyue Mountains. He did not dare to stay outside for too long. After the longevity pill took effect and his arms recovered as before, he immediately left Suzhou and flew back to the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate.

Along the way, Chen Yuan's head still felt a burst of pain from time to time, but the soul-nourishing wood had been used up, and the soul injury could only be recovered slowly, and he could not be anxious.

He slowly sailed through the ten thousand feet cloud wall and returned to the cave house of Yunyin Peak to meditate and practice.

Before his consciousness recovered, the success rate of alchemy was extremely low. He could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth bit by bit to improve his cultivation.

Two months later, after six times of starlight infusion, Chen Yuan's soul injury was finally completely recovered, and his consciousness once again covered a range of more than six hundred feet around him.

During these two months, in addition to meditating and practicing, and drawing starlight into his body, he had been thinking about how to kill the white ape and seize its true spirit and bloodline.

The white ape is indeed a descendant of the true spirit. It is only a fourth-level monster, but its strength completely crushes Chen Yuan, forcing him to continuously self-destruct his spiritual tools and talismans, and also had two top-grade spiritual tools taken away, with both arms broken, before he barely escaped.

Chen Yuan had no doubt that even a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan could not be a match for the white ape.

The white ape's body was too strong. After Chen Yuan used the secret technique of the giant spirit body, his body could already be comparable to some fifth-level monsters, but in close combat, he was no match for the white ape.

His strength may be only slightly inferior to that of the white ape, but his physical strength is far inferior to that of the white ape.

The sharp silver sword slashed on the white ape, leaving only an inch-deep wound. The blue flying sword, which is also a top-grade spiritual weapon, could not even cut through the fur.

Chen Yuan guessed that the white ape's body was at least comparable to that of a sixth-level monster, so it was not afraid of the attack of the top-grade spiritual weapon.

That is, the silver sword was completely made of silver stone and was extremely sharp, so it could leave a wound on the white ape.

Shocking divine power, a body comparable to that of a sixth-level demon beast, white flames that can burn spiritual consciousness...

The white ape has no weaknesses except that it cannot fly.

For the first time, Chen Yuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Before he established his foundation, his spiritual consciousness was extraordinary. After establishing his foundation, he practiced both magic and body. In the middle stage of the foundation, he was evenly matched with Liu Fan, who was at the peak of the foundation. Among the cultivators of the same level, he had never met an opponent.

But in front of the white ape, he was as fragile as a child. He used all his means and risked his life to escape by luck, and also left behind two top-grade spiritual tools.

His biggest trump card, the secret technique of the giant spirit body, was also useless against the white ape.

With his own strength, he could not kill the white ape, and had to rely on external objects.

Chen Yuan made up his mind, got up and walked out of the cave, sacrificed the Duyun Boat, and flew out of the mountain gate.

Two months later, there were fewer cultivators left in the Lingyun Sect, and the deacon disciples patrolling outside the mountain gate also became more sighing.

Chen Yuan passed through the ten thousand feet cloud wall, and the speed of the Duyun Boat suddenly increased, flying all the way to Lingyun Market.

It was still a deserted place, with more shops closed, but Baoguang Pavilion, which had Xiuxian Family and Lingyun Sect as patrons, was still open to welcome customers.

Chen Yuan, led by a female Qi Refining cultivator, came to the second floor and met Nie Ruyue.

The two sat down as host and guest, and Nie Ruyue personally served spiritual tea and looked at Chen Yuan with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you here to pick up the pair of gloves?"