Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The four people who were besieging Lv Gui seemed to be hit by an invisible heavy hammer and flew backwards, their magical powers were broken and their magic weapons were shaking.

Chen Yuan and Wang Lin, who had been fighting fiercely, separated immediately, and Wei Changhong and the Tianjimen Jindan mid-stage cultivator also stopped fighting.

The sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles suddenly became quiet, and it seemed as if a giant hand pressed down from the sky, calming all the waves.

In the face of this majestic pressure, no one dared to act rashly.

Lv Gui put down his hands, his pupils turned blue, and his temperament changed drastically, calm and indifferent.

He raised his sleeves and flicked, and the sea that was frozen like a mirror came alive again, raising huge waves, as if telling the unwillingness and anger of being suppressed.

Lv Gui looked around, his eyes stayed on Chen Yuan and Wang Lin for a long time, and finally fell on Jing Shuhan: "What a lively scene, you have the breath of Ji Laogui on you, who is he to you?"

His voice was completely different from before, becoming gentle and low.

Jing Shuhan's magic weapon was broken, and she suffered backlash. Her face turned pale, and her already bright red lips became even brighter, which was the color of blood.

When she heard what Lu Gui said, she pursed her lips and bowed: "Junior Jing Shuhan, practicing Taoism under Master Ji, greets Senior Yuntian."

Lü Gui nodded slightly: "Sure enough, you are Ji Laogui's disciple."

After Lu Gui's temperament changed drastically, Wei Changhong had been staring at him. At this time, he had no hesitation in his heart and bowed deeply to Lu Gui: "Disciple Wei Changhong, greets the Supreme Elder!"

When Mr. Songshi heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and a legendary magic power emerged in his mind, and he blurted out: "The art of summoning spirits?"

Lü Gui glanced at him, as if he was quite surprised: "You actually know the art of summoning spirits. Confucian monks are indeed knowledgeable."

Mr. Songshi looked panicked, cold sweat ran down his forehead, and he quietly retreated.

Patriarch Yuntian, the supreme elder of Zhenhai Sect, a cultivator in the middle stage of Yuanying, is a powerful person in Yuqinghai!

And this art of summoning spirits is an extremely unique magical power, which can only be performed by cultivators above the Jindan stage.

After the cultivators have mastered this magical power, the Yuanying cultivators will separate a wisp of their souls and attach it to the cultivators.

After the cultivators perform the spell, the Yuanying cultivators can descend through the body.

Lv Gui originally had the cultivation base of the peak of Jindan. After performing the art of summoning spirits, Patriarch Yuntian's strength was close to the early stage of Yuanying, far surpassing all the cultivators present.

The three Tianji Sect cultivators in the middle stage of Jindan looked at this famous Yuanying power, no longer indifferent as before, and their faces were full of fear.

Wang Lin, however, looked indifferent, as if he was not intimidated by his reputation at all, and was not worried about dying in his hands at all.

Chen Yuan's expression was solemn, and his hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched together.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the thought of escaping kept coming up, but he kept suppressing it.

This was the instinct in his soul that was madly reminding him that he must escape from here immediately, but he didn't dare to make any move.

After the arrival of the ancestor Yuntian, a strong pressure has been pressing on him.

Chen Yuan believed that as long as he made a slight move, the ancestor Yuntian would immediately attack him.

Chen Yuan didn't know how he had provoked this Yuanying power, so he could only stay where he was, with one guess after another in his mind, but they were quickly rejected.

When he saw that Lu Gui was not panicked at all when the people from Tianjimen attacked, he knew that Lu Gui must have a trump card.

But what he didn't know was that Lu Gui's trump card was so powerful.

Since he had such means, he could completely snatch the golden scale fruit alone, so why did he invite others to join forces?

Suddenly, Chen Yuan recalled the scene when Lu Gui invited him to join forces, and looked at Mr. Songshi again. An idea rose from the bottom of his heart, and his expression slowly calmed down.

He knew that Patriarch Yuntian would never kill him.

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Patriarch Yuntian didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. He looked at Jing Shuhan and said gently: "Young friend, please ask Ji Laogui to come out. Since you have his aura, I believe he has also planted the art of summoning spirits in you."

Jing Shuhan said: "Senior Yuntian has a keen eye. Please wait for a moment. I will ask Master to come."

She raised her hand and made a gesture. She also exuded a majestic aura, but it was much less powerful than the pressure of Patriarch Yuntian.

Patriarch Yuntian frowned slightly, raised his sleeves and brushed away the pressure.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist Yuntian, how are you..."

After performing the art of summoning spirits, Jing Shuhan's beautiful eyes ignited two clusters of ghost fire, staring at Patriarch Yuntian, his voice old and hoarse, as if an old man in his twilight years was whispering to himself.

But after hearing this eerie voice, the three Tianji Sect monks all breathed a sigh of relief, bowed deeply, and said in unison: "Greetings to the Supreme Elder!"

Mr. Song Shi felt as if he had been pardoned, and quietly retreated behind Ji Laogui.

Wang Lin bowed slightly to Ji Laogui: "Disciple greets Master."

Ancestor Yuntian glanced at Wang Lin: "Ji Laogui, you have accepted a good disciple. Such a good talent and good character actually fell into your hands."

Ji Laogui chuckled and said hoarsely: "Haha, Daoist Yuntian, you are joking. The white-haired young man has a strange aura. He should have refined an extremely powerful monster bloodline, which is much stronger than this inferior disciple of mine."

"But there is one thing I don't understand. Daoist Yuntian's own strength is enough. Why do you want to train such a disciple? Isn't this a waste of effort?"

Ancestor Yuntian said lightly: "One more method means one more confidence."

The ghost fire in Ji Laogui's eyes became stronger: "It seems that Daoist Yuntian is determined to win this time. Could it be that Zhenhai Sect is going to come out in full force?"

Ancestor Yuntian smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry about it."

Ji Laogui stared at Ancestor Yuntian, two clusters of ghost fire flickering in his eyes. He was silent for a while, and then said: "Since fellow Taoist Yuntian doesn't want to talk, I will take my leave. See you again in two years."

"You can leave if you want, but you, my disciple, will stay." Ancestor Yuntian raised his hand and pointed at Wang Lin.

Ji Laogui said coldly: "Impossible, I have spent all my efforts to train him to this point, not just to make you a wedding dress!"

Ancestor Yuntian smiled and said: "Old Ghost Ji, you seem to have not seen the situation clearly."

"The person you are possessing is only at the early stage of pill formation, but Lu Gui is at the peak of pill formation. You are no match for me."

Ji Laogui was unmoved at all: "I am indeed no match for fellow Taoist, but when you and I fight, this white-haired junior will not escape death."

"Fellow Taoist has trained him to this point, and he is about to bear fruit. If you are willing to waste all your hard work, then I will stay with him until the end."

"You dare to threaten me?" Ancestor Yuntian said calmly, but there was murderous intention in his eyes.

Ji Laogui chuckled: "My cultivation is one level lower than fellow Taoist Yuntian, how dare I threaten fellow Taoist."

"But fellow Taoists don't want to see a situation where both sides suffer losses."

"Why don't we each take a step back and let it go? What do you think, fellow Taoist?" (End of Chapter)