Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan didn't expect to meet another physical cultivator.

This person blocked the attack of the top-grade spiritual weapon, but was only slightly injured. His body was comparable to that of a fourth-level monster, only slightly inferior to him. He couldn't help but feel a little interested and became more cautious.

And Lin Hao was temporarily out of danger, so he was not in a hurry to attack.

The savage said coldly: "Yes, I am a physical cultivator, who are you?"

He was very arrogant, but his eyes looking at Chen Yuan were full of vigilance.

The savage seemed rough, but he was actually very alert. Chen Yuan came behind him quietly, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Before knowing the details, he would not act rashly.

When Chen Yuan heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared. He said lightly: "The person you are chasing is my senior brother. If you stop here, it's fine. Otherwise, you will not be able to get away with it if we join forces."

He really wanted to keep the savage and snatch the physical cultivation technique in his hand to see if there is any physical cultivation secret technique that can be practiced, but in order to avoid being targeted by Liu Fan, he still suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and persuaded him first.

Although the savage is a physical cultivator, he only has a beast bone sword in his hand. It is not easy to face two late-stage foundation-building cultivators.

There are many lone late-stage foundation-building cultivators on the battlefield, and the savage has no need to fight them to death.

But as soon as he said this, the savage looked at Chen Yuan with a fierce look, grinning: "Dare to bluff in front of me, you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, a green gust of wind wrapped around him and rushed straight towards Chen Yuan.

Lin Hao's face changed: "Brother Chen, be careful, this man is extremely powerful, quickly dodge, and never fight him head-on!"

While speaking, he pinched the magic formula with his hand, and the flaming spear shot out and pierced the back of the savage.

At this moment, he regretted very much that he dragged Chen Yuan into it.

Even he was not the opponent of the savage. Chen Yuan, who had just entered the late stage of foundation building and had only a top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, how could he save his life in the hands of the savage?

When Lin Hao's words reached Chen Yuan's ears, he just frowned, then retreated instead of advancing, and went to meet him.

Lin Hao was very anxious, and frantically urged the true energy in his body to condense hundreds of purple fireballs and shoot them at the savage.

The savage grinned, showing his sharp white teeth, and rushed forward even faster.

When Chen Yuan tried to persuade him, he concluded that this man was just bluffing, otherwise he would have attacked long ago, and his concerns disappeared, and he attacked brazenly.

What Chen Yuan didn't know was that although the savage would weigh the pros and cons, he had a bloodthirsty beast in his heart. As long as he set his sights on a prey, he would never let it go!

The savage was extremely fast. In just a moment, he came to Chen Yuan and threw a punch, bringing a whistling sound.

At this time, Chen Yuan still did not sacrifice any spiritual weapon. Under Lin Hao's anxious gaze, his body suddenly grew to about eight feet, only slightly shorter than the savage. His muscles bulged and turned bronze. He also threw a punch, trying to hit the savage head-on!

Bang!

The two fists hit each other, and Chen Yuan only retreated ten feet, while the savage's right arm broke with a click under the huge force of 300,000 pounds. The flesh on his arm also exploded and exploded into a blood mist, but soon turned into countless white snowflakes, which were frozen by an inexplicable icy force. Only a little red in the middle was faintly visible.

The savage's right arm was also covered with a layer of white frost, and the whole person flew backwards, like a stone thrown hard by someone on the top of the mountain, and it seemed that he would hit the cliff and shatter into pieces in the next moment.

His face changed wildly, and the ferocious expression on his face disappeared. A green whirlwind appeared out of thin air under his feet, and he retreated dozens of feet before he could barely stabilize his body.

Lin Hao looked at Chen Yuan, whose body shape had changed drastically, in disbelief, and then looked at the severely injured savage. He subconsciously urged his true energy, and the tip of the flame spear trembled, slightly changed direction, and rushed straight to the savage.

The savage hurriedly sacrificed the white bone sword to block the flame spear, and then roared, spewing out a gust of wind, condensing into hundreds of wind blades, and completely destroyed the purple fireballs.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan caught up again, his bronze body exuding an ancient and vast atmosphere, raised his hand to grab the savage, his palm seemed to cover the sky and the sun, as if he was going to crush the savage.

The savage was horrified. This man's body was even stronger than his own, and his strength was far beyond his reach. He had no fighting spirit left.

He frantically urged the true energy in his body, and his figure disappeared from the spot, swapping positions with the white bone broadsword, and appeared in front of the flame spear.

He would rather be stabbed by a top-grade spiritual weapon than be hit by Chen Yuan again.

Lin Hao would naturally not miss this opportunity. The flame spear pierced the savage, leaving a deep wound on his left shoulder.

The raging flame attached to the spear suddenly surged and spread around, but it could only burn the black hair on the savage's chest into ashes, leaving a charred mark.

The savage could not withstand Chen Yuan's punch, but he was not afraid of the flame spear. He roared, pulled out the flame spear, and threw it out fiercely.

After the white bone broadsword and the savage swapped positions, it chopped heavily on Chen Yuan's hand, but did not leave any scars.

Chen Yuan, who was unharmed, grabbed the bone sword and spread his consciousness, trying to erase the savage's consciousness imprint in this piece of top-grade spiritual energy.

But as soon as his consciousness touched the bone sword, a burst of blood suddenly appeared on the blade, isolating Chen Yuan's consciousness firmly.

Chen Yuan's eyes became sharp, and a burst of white light suddenly appeared on his right hand holding the bone sword. A layer of white frost quickly spread on the blade, wrapping the bone sword and turning it into a crystal clear ice knife.

Then he raised his left hand and smashed it down heavily. The ice layer on the blade shattered, and then countless tiny cracks appeared, flashing a tiny blood-red light. The spiritual light was so dim that it could no longer be used.

Since he could not control this spiritual weapon, he would destroy it and never let the savage use it again!

The moment the white bone broadsword was severely damaged, the savage's body shook suddenly, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, dyeing most of his body red, emitting a strong bloody smell, completely covering up the burnt smell left on his body after being burned by the flames.

After Chen Yuan destroyed the white bone broadsword, he handed it over to his left hand, and then his body shook and rushed straight to the savage.

The savage stared at Chen Yuan, his crazy eyes mixed with despair, and he punched out regardless of the injury on his left shoulder.

He was proficient in escape techniques, but the white bone broadsword was too closely connected to him. This spiritual weapon was destroyed by Chen Yuan, and he was also severely damaged and could no longer escape.

But he was a rebellious person by nature, and he never thought of begging for mercy. Instead, he wanted to fight Chen Yuan to the death.

Bang!

The two fists hit each other, and the wild man was even more miserable than before. His left arm exploded and was covered with ice. He didn't fly far away, and Chen Yuan chased him, grabbed his neck, and crushed his neck bone.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the wild man's soul into his hand, then stroked his storage bag, took out a jade bottle, and put his soul into it.

He was very interested in the wild man's experience. This was the second physical cultivator he had seen besides Du Yu, and his physical body was much stronger than Du Yu.

He wanted to know how the wild man strengthened his physical body without the jade pendant and unable to attract starlight to infuse his body.

But now he was on the battlefield and had no time to be distracted. He could only take away this man's soul first and search his soul later.

He unlocked the secret technique of the giant spirit body, collected the jade bottle and the wild man's body, and took the wild man's storage bag into his hand.

Lin Hao flew from a distance and looked at Chen Yuan with doubt: "Chen... Junior Brother Chen, are you also a physical cultivator?"

Chen Yuan raised his head and stared at the Jindan cultivator in the sky, saying: "I have some adventures..."

Before he finished speaking, several blood lights flashed by and rushed towards Chen Yuan, as fast as lightning.

Chen Yuan's face changed, and he sacrificed the Duyun Boat, saying: "I will talk to you about this in detail later!"

He did not hesitate to stimulate the power of the Fengluan demon. The Duyun Boat was wrapped by a Fengluan phantom, and the speed of escape suddenly increased, turning into a green misty stream of light and shooting out.

Lin Hao stayed where he was. Several blood lights flew past him. They were actually transformed by the blood spirit. Behind the blood spirit, there were two Jindan real people chasing him from a distance.

Lin Hao was startled and did not dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly took out a flying boat and fled in panic.

The two Jindan cultivators were Liu Fan and Wang Xian, who had been fighting for more than half an hour. Liu Fan was in front and Wang Xian was behind.

Liu Fan was surrounded by a thick layer of blood color and his speed was extremely fast, but Wang Xian was flying on a sword and was on par with him.

Wang Xian shouted: "The winner is not yet decided, Daoist Liu, don't run!"

The two were originally in a fierce battle, and there was no winner, but Liu Fan's face suddenly changed just now, and he drove several blood spirits to fly over here, and then he directly left Wang Xian and flew over.

Wang Xian would not let Liu Fan escape, and chased him closely. Thirty-six sword lights went back and forth, and while Liu Fan was distracted, he killed dozens of blood spirits in one fell swoop.

Liu Fan's heart was bleeding. These blood spirits were exchanged for rare spiritual objects from the Blood Spirit Sect after he formed a Jindan at a great cost, mixed with the essence and blood of a Jindan cultivator, and carefully cultivated. If one was destroyed, there would be one less.

But he finally found Wei Wuding's location, and he must not let him leave. He made up his mind and sacrificed a whisk. Countless white silk threads suddenly stretched out and woven into a large net, covering Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was shocked and slowed down his escape speed. He retracted the thirty-six sword lights and protected himself.

Liu Fan had fought with him so hard that he only used the blood spirit and a magical power that condensed into a thousand-foot blood cloud to fight the enemy. He actually had a magic weapon in his hand, which was unexpected for him and he could not help but be careful and alert.

Wang Xian did not dare to hold back at all, and pointed and shouted: "Increase!"

The thirty-six sword lights suddenly gathered together and condensed into a giant sword three feet long, which slashed heavily on the large net condensed by white silk threads.

The white silk threads exuded a crystal light, which seemed to be extremely tough, but under the slash of the giant sword, they broke one after another, and a gap appeared in the woven large net, and Wang Xian broke out.

Wang Xian exclaimed lightly. The power of the large net woven by the whisk magic weapon was far less powerful than he expected.

But when Wang Xian broke the whisk magic weapon, Liu Fan had already escaped hundreds of feet, completely getting rid of his pursuit, and was only more than two hundred feet away from Chen Yuan, and the distance was still shrinking, and he would soon catch up.

The blood spirits he released in advance were only a dozen feet away from Chen Yuan, and it seemed that they would attack Chen Yuan in the next moment.

Liu Fan's usually free and easy expression became distorted at this time, full of hideous and cruel meaning.

He would never forget that he was almost ambushed and killed by Wei Wuding and Yu Qing, and most of the Qingyou relics were taken away by the two.

Liu Fan had never suffered such a big loss in his cultivation.

In the secret realm of Wentian Ding, he pretended to be polite to the two, but in fact he hated them so much. Now he finally had the opportunity to take revenge, and he would never let Wei Wuding leave!

Liu Fan chased him closely, but the speed of the flying boat driven by Chen Yuan was so fast that it could even be comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan. He could not catch up for a while and could only slowly shorten the distance between the two.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Liu Fan's eyes. He slapped his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which wrapped him up. His speed of escape suddenly increased and he chased after him.

The night was long and dreams were many. At this moment, he was on the battlefield. As a Jindan cultivator, he attacked a foundation-building junior for no reason. It was already against the rules and he must not drag it out.

Chen Yuan saw that Liu Fan actually performed the blood escape technique, and his heart was trembling. He also wanted to perform this technique to escape.

But just as he had this thought, before he took action, a strange light column mixed with black and white fell from the sky and turned into a bright yellow mountain phantom, blocking behind Chen Yuan.

The mountain phantom was about a hundred feet high, solid and heavy, exuding a majestic momentum that suppressed everything, completely blocking Liu Fan's way forward.

Liu Fan's face changed, and he slowed down his escape speed. Hundreds of blood spirits flew out together, emitting filthy blood light, dyeing the mountain phantom blood-colored, but not damaging it at all.

Liu Fan showed an unwilling look on his face, and he pinched the magic formula with his hands. Above the shadow of the mountain, a blood cloud quickly condensed, about a thousand feet in size, covering the sky and blocking the sun, rolling and falling with endless blood rain.

The blood rain fell on the shadow of the mountain, on Chen Yuan, and on several foundation-building cultivators within a thousand feet, emitting a thick bloody smell that made people want to vomit.

But at this moment, another strange light column made of a mixture of black and white fell, turning into a silver-white thunder, and struck into the blood cloud!

Boom!

A loud noise was heard, and countless silver snakes flashed in the blood cloud, quickly evaporated under the thunder light, and became thinner.

When Liu Fan was blocked by the shadow of the mountain, Wang Xian chased him, and thirty-six sword lights flew out, slashing at Liu Fan, saying: "Fellow Daoist Liu, you actually killed a junior, don't you feel embarrassed?"

At the same time, Jin Luoheng in the sky looked at Liu Fan below, his eyes were cold, the Gen and Zhen positions on the Tai Chi diagram in front of him slowly dimmed, while the Xun and Li positions were shining brightly, and the wind in front of him was endless, and the waves were surging, firmly suppressing the late Jindan cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect opposite.

He took another deep look at Chen Yuan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Jin Luoheng only knew today that Chen Yuan was actually a physical cultivator.

Chen Yuan couldn't see Jin Luoheng hiding behind the layers of spiritual light, but he had seen Jin Luoheng use the Tai Chi diagram to fight the purple-shirted female cultivator in Dongxu Mountain, and knew that it was his master who came to the rescue.

He bowed deeply to the sky, but Duyunzhou's escape speed did not slow down and continued to fly out of the battlefield.

At this moment, an old voice came into Chen Yuan's ears: "Haha, my friend, please wait, I am here to lend you a hand!"