Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In the endless strong wind, the Nascent Soul cultivators of both the righteous and the evil stood with their hands behind their backs, overlooking the battle below.

More than 4,000 foundation-building cultivators were scattered within a radius of more than ten miles, fighting hard, countless spiritual weapons and spells flashed, and cultivators died every moment.

A cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect drove the Blood Spirit with a grim smile, devouring the blood and essence of a cultivator of the Ziyang Sect, and then was beheaded by a flying sword that shot from the side.

A disciple of the Guiyuan Sect tried his best and finally killed a casual cultivator of the Demon Dao, sweating profusely, but was immediately confused by a charming female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect. She flew forward with an obsessed look, obediently presented her storage bag, and then committed suicide.

Above the foundation-building cultivators, there were Jindan cultivators fighting against each other. There were only more than a hundred people on both sides, but the momentum of the fight was ten times greater than that of the foundation-building cultivators.

Chen Yuan wore a mask and controlled a dark green steel fork to fight with the demon cultivator on the opposite side, but his consciousness was completely dispersed, always paying attention to the movements around him.

His opponent was just a casual cultivator with mediocre strength. Although Chen Yuan could not win with only the steel fork, he would not lose. The scene seemed fierce, but in fact he was at ease.

But in this melee of thousands of people, the most dangerous thing is never the opponent in front of him, but the spiritual weapon spell that suddenly flew out from nowhere.

Chen Yuan had just fought with his opponent for a while when a long sword slashed over. Fortunately, Chen Yuan's consciousness was extraordinary and he avoided it in advance.

But he was affected by a burst of ice rain again. This was a spiritual spell performed by a cultivator of Ziyang Sect, but the range was too large, covering several people around him. A cultivator of Mingyin Valley and a cultivator of Hehuan Sect were affected and were killed by the opponent.

Chen Yuan frowned, suddenly retracted the steel fork, and flew to the periphery of the battlefield.

This place was too chaotic, and it was easy to be involved in other people's fights. From time to time, the aftermath of the fights between Jindan cultivators would spread down, so it was definitely not a place to stay for long.

Chen Yuan's opponent fought with him for a while, and seeing that he was defending perfectly, and the robes he wore had amazing defensive capabilities, which seemed to be top-grade spiritual weapons, and his strength was not weak, he did not catch up with him, but looked for another opponent.

No one was entangled with Chen Yuan anymore, so he was able to spread his spiritual sense, look for gaps on the battlefield, and carefully avoid the cultivators along the way.

In order to avoid Liu Fan recognizing him, he did not sacrifice the Duyun Boat, but turned into a gray escape light and flew out silently.

Chen Yuan naturally did not dare to flee the battlefield. In the past three years, many cultivators had done so, but those Jindan cultivators fighting fiercely in the sky always used their spiritual sense to cover the foundation-building cultivators below. Those who were afraid of fighting and fleeing would only die.

But not long after he escaped, he was stopped by three demon cultivators.

The three were all Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, with dozens of Blood Spirits circling around them. Two of them were in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and one was in the middle Foundation Establishment stage. When they saw Chen Yuan, they drove the Blood Spirits to attack without saying a word.

Chen Yuan's face darkened, and he retreated to avoid the attack of the Blood Spirits. The dark green steel fork in front of him split into nine, and he rushed forward, but he could only restrain the Blood Spirits that rushed over.

He had just used his spiritual sense to see that the three demon cultivators had joined forces to surround and kill two late Foundation Establishment cultivators. He wanted to avoid the three, but he didn't need the Duyun Boat, and his escape speed was not fast enough, so he was still caught up by the three.

With Chen Yuan's strength, he was naturally not afraid of the three people joining forces.

But in order to stop the white ape from chasing, Huoyunsha all exploded. If he used the power of physical cultivation, he would not be able to hide it from others, especially Liu Fan who had been looking for him.

Chen Yuan looked up at Liu Fan who was fighting with Wang Xian in the sky, and decided not to entangle with the three, and turned to fly out.

The war had just started, and it was not the time to show his strength.

But the three seemed to have set their sights on Chen Yuan and were chasing him relentlessly.

Chen Yuan frowned, controlled the escape light, and with his extraordinary spiritual awareness and five senses, shuttled back and forth in the battlefield, like a swimming fish, avoiding all spiritual weapons and spiritual arts.

But without being able to use the Duyun Boat, his escape speed was mediocre, and there were blood spirits harassing him from behind, and he was soon caught up by the three.

Chen Yuan sighed lightly, stopped, and looked at the three people with murderous intent in his eyes.

But at this moment, his expression moved, and he turned his head to look at the other side. Lin Hao flew over here and shouted: "Don't hurt Junior Brother Lin!"

At this time, he was about 300 feet away from Chen Yuan, separated by two monks who were fighting.

But his escape speed was extremely fast, and his body turned into a wisp of breeze, flying past the two monks who were entangled in one place, and in an instant, he came to Chen Yuan, then raised his hand and waved, hundreds of strange purple fireballs flew out, shooting at the flying blood spirit.

But the blood spirit has the power of fouling, and the three Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivators were not afraid at all. Dozens of blood spirits rushed up to meet the purple fireball, and were burned with a sizzling sound, and bursts of blood-colored smoke with a bloody smell rose up, and they had to slow down their escape speed.

After blocking the blood spirit, Lin Hao turned his head to look at Chen Yuan and asked with concern: "Brother Chen, are you okay?"

Chen Yuan felt relieved and replied: "My brother is fine."

Lin Hao nodded, turned his head again, and said coldly: "Don't think of bullying the minority with your numbers!"

The three demon cultivators saw that Chen Yuan had an extra helper in the late stage of foundation building, and easily blocked the leader's attack. They felt quite difficult. They looked at each other for a few times, snorted coldly, and turned to look for the next prey.

They looked around and saw a Ziyang Sect cultivator who was fighting with a female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, and flew over there.

When the Ziyang Sect cultivator noticed the abnormality of the three demon cultivators, they were already surrounded.

His opponent was a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, who looked at the three Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivators with displeasure: "What do you mean, fellow Taoists?"

She had already gained the upper hand in the fight with the Ziyang Sect monks, and was about to use a secret technique to defeat the enemy, but these three people surrounded her, as if they were trying to pick peaches, which was very displeasing.

A demon cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect said with a smile: "We saw that the fairy was in a tough battle, so we came here to help the fairy!"

After saying that, the three people drove the blood spirits to attack, and the Ziyang Sect monks looked desperate.

The Hehuan Sect female cultivator said angrily: "Stop..."

Before she finished speaking, a brilliant bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky and struck three Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivators!

The three of them were shocked and immediately ordered the blood spirits to block them. Hundreds of ferocious heavenly spirits were all reduced to ashes under the lightning, and could not even slow down the speed of the lightning.

The power of the lightning was not reduced at all, and it struck the three demon cultivators. The blood spirits used by the three to protect themselves were all turned into ashes. They died on the spot. Only the demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building survived, but He was seriously injured, half of his body was turned into charcoal, and the screams of misery could not be heard.

After the three people were struck to death by lightning, a dull loud noise was heard. The monks who were fighting within a radius of a thousand feet unanimously chose to cease fighting and fled in all directions.

The female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect was also affected by the lightning. Blood spurted from her mouth and she was seriously injured. She turned around and ran for her life, with a look of fear on her face.

The Ziyang Sect monk was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic and chased after him.

Chen Yuan and Lin Hao were also frightened by the thunder and did not dare to stay where they were and fled outside.

A bolt of lightning killed two late-stage Foundation Establishment monks and seriously injured a mid-stage Foundation Establishment monk. Only a real person who has formed the core of Dan can have this strength!

While Chen Yuan was escaping, he followed the direction of the lightning and looked up.

Thousands of feet away in the sky, Xie Chaohong lowered his head and glanced coldly, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the opponent in front of him.

There was a purple bell hanging on his head, and thunder was rolling around him, like the God of Thunder coming to the world. A thousand-year-old lightning-struck mahogany sword flew back and forth, causing streaks of brilliant thunder from time to time, splitting the blood spirits into pieces.

Opposite Xie Chaohong were two late-stage pill-forming monks, both of whom were Demonic Cultivators of the Blood Spirit Sect. Hundreds of human-like blood spirits were flying back and forth, exuding a bloody aura that filled the sky. However, they could not overwhelm Xie Chaohong in the slightest. Instead, they faintly fell into Downwind.

One of them narrowed his eyes when he saw Xie Chaohong casually lowering the lightning and killing two disciples, "Don't you think it's a loss of face for Daoist fellow Xie to attack a junior?"

Xie Chaohong said calmly: "Xie will naturally not interfere at will in the fight between juniors."

"But the disciples of your sect joined forces to surround and kill the disciples of our sect, and bullied the few by bullying them, which was a bit too much. Xie had no choice but to punish him a little."

"If a disciple of our sect behaves like this, wouldn't fellow Taoists punish him?"

The Demon Cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect snorted coldly, stopped talking, raised his hand, and a black short knife flew out of his body, emitting a strange blood-red light, making a whistling sound, and slashed towards Xie Chaohong.

Immortal cultivators naturally don't talk about fairness and justice, but Xie Chaohong will not sit back and watch the late-stage foundation-building cultivators in the sect being wantonly besieged and killed. If the Demon Cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect encounters this, he will not hesitate to take action.

In fact, the battle between these foundation-building monks did not have much impact on the outcome of the battle. The outcome still depended on the pill-building monks.

But the edge of the sword is sharpened, and the two demon sects sent the foundation-building monks to fight to give them a chance to practice and to make meritorious deeds.

How can there be any truth that Master Jie Dan works hard and hard while Foundation Establishment monks just sit back and enjoy the results.

If this battle is won, the two demon sects will be able to occupy the Qi Kingdom and harvest a large amount of cultivation resources. Only foundation-building monks who have made great contributions will receive generous rewards.

Moreover, the alchemy monks cannot blatantly attack low-level monks. Only by fighting each other can the potential of Qi's immortal world be weakened.

Since the Demon Sect sent the Foundation-Building monks to fight, the six sects of Qi State had to send the Foundation-Building monks even if they were unwilling to do so. That was why there was this battle between the Foundation-Building monks.

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Xie Chaohong started another fierce battle with the two demon cultivators, but Chen Yuan just raised his head and looked away, then immediately withdrew his gaze and ran away with Lin Hao.

Along the way, the two of them dodged more than a dozen spiritual weapons, avoided the influence of several spiritual arts, and casually killed an early-stage foundation-building demon cultivator who was panicking and choosing a path, and finally arrived at the outskirts of the battlefield.

Compared with the center of the dense battlefield, there are many fewer monks here. There are often only one pair of monks fighting within a hundred feet, and it will not easily affect others.

The two of them stopped. Chen Yuan bowed to Lin Hao and said seriously: "Thank you, senior brother, for your help. I am very grateful."

Lin Hao smiled and said: "Junior brother is in danger, how can I turn a blind eye as a brother? You should be more careful. If you are in danger again, you can come and look for me as a brother."

He warned Chen Yuan, then turned around and ran away, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Lin Hao knew Sun Congyao and Shen Danmei very well, so after the war started, he focused more on Chen Yuan.

According to Shen Danmei, Chen Yuan killed seven demon cultivators of the same level three years ago, so he should be a person of extraordinary strength. However, today he only used a high-grade spiritual weapon to fight against the enemy. He seemed to be just an ordinary late-stage foundation-building cultivator. .

It seems that either Shen Danmei is exaggerating, or Chen Yuan's cultivation has advanced too quickly and his strength is lower than that of monks of the same level.

And before the war started, he suddenly put on a mask, as if he was hiding from some enemy, and he didn't look like a powerful person at all.

Lin Hao sighed secretly in his heart, rushed towards a late-stage foundation-building monk, and fought with him, but his eyes kept looking at Chen Yuan in the distance.

He did not have a close relationship with Chen Yuan, but as a senior brother, he naturally had to shoulder the responsibility of the senior brother.

Jin Luoheng was very cautious in accepting disciples. For more than two hundred years, he only accepted five disciples, all of whom were carefully selected. The friendship between his disciples far exceeded that of other Lingyun sect disciples.

Chen Yuan didn't know what Lin Hao was thinking, but he was quite grateful for Lin Hao's rescue.

He had only known this senior brother for a short time, but when facing three demon cultivators, Lin Hao decisively helped and rescued Chen Yuan. Otherwise, he would have to use the power of physical cultivation, which would definitely attract Liu Fan's attention.

Chen Yuan took a deep look at Lin Hao who was going away, and remembered this matter in his heart. He turned around and found a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and offered a dark green steel fork to suppress this person firmly, but did not kill him.

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"Go!"

Lin Hao shouted, and a long spear condensed by flames flew out and pierced into the heart of the demon cultivator opposite, then flew forward, crushed the man's soul, and collected his body and storage bag.

He remembered Jin Luoheng's teachings, and saw with his own eyes the lightning that struck three demon cultivators to death, so he didn't dare to be the first to do so.

After separating from Chen Yuan, he spent half an hour to kill the demon cultivator and look for the next opponent.

At this time, the battlefield spread further, and half of the Demon-Slaying Desert was filled with the figures of the foundation-building cultivators of both the righteous and the demonic sides fighting desperately.

Lin Hao had long been separated from Chen Yuan. After his opponent fell into a disadvantage, he turned around and fled. Lin Hao naturally would not let go of the credit he had obtained, and chased him all the way until he killed him.

He raised his hand and recalled the flame spear, which was a top-grade spiritual weapon made of fire crystal. It looked like a raging fire, had a strange appearance, and was extremely powerful. It was the strongest spiritual weapon in Lin Hao's hand.

He looked up and saw dozens of Jindan cultivators in the sky. There were raging fire, blood waves, sword energy, lightning, and all kinds of strange scenes. There were also magical weapons with amazing momentum colliding with each other, completely covering the brilliance of the sun.

Lin Hao couldn't see any clues, and he became more cautious and continued to look for the next opponent.

Those who feared fighting would also be punished by the sect. Although the foundation-building cultivators on both sides were extremely scattered, the consciousness of an early Jindan cultivator could cover a radius of ten miles. There were thirteen Jindan cultivators in Lingyun Sect, which was enough to see the entire Demon Desert clearly. No one dared to passively avoid fighting.

Lin Hao spread his consciousness and flew forward for a while. He saw a demon cultivator flying towards him. He was delighted and flew towards him.

The demon cultivator also saw Lin Hao and smiled, "Just in time!"

Thanks to the double cultivation Mo Hun Daozu for the reward!