Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan suddenly realized, "Then how should the junior help the senior and seize the Fulong Chizhen vine?"

Ancestor Yuntian said, "The Fulong Chizhen vine is in a secret space. Every time the Jueling Island is opened, there will be Yuanying cultivators robbing it."

"Old Ghost Ji and I are both approaching the end of our lives. Taoist Yunhe is also over 800 years old. This time he entered the Jueling Island, probably for this reason."

"And that secret space is quite strange, with yellow sand for thousands of miles, a dead silence, and a strange demonic aura. When a cultivator enters it, his true essence consumption increases greatly, but his magical power decreases greatly."

"But you are a physical cultivator, mainly cultivating your physical body, and you will be much weaker under the influence of the demonic aura, so I need you to help me."

"So, when the junior has to fight against two Yuanying cultivators?" Chen Yuan showed a look of horror on his face.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Don't worry, my friend. In the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will have his strength greatly weakened."

"With your strength, it will not be easy to win, but you will not be defeated easily."

"And the Fulong Chizhen Vine is what I need, so how can I let you take the biggest risk?"

"I will stop those Nascent Soul cultivators, and you only need to pick the Fulong Chizhen Vine at the end."

"Of course, that old ghost Ji has spent a lot of effort to cultivate a Wang Lin, and Taoist Yunhe may have other means, so you need to deal with it yourself."

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and responded respectfully, "Senior, you have thought carefully, but I have judged you by my own standards. Please forgive me."

Patriarch Yuntian said gently, "It's okay. I left a restriction in your body. It is natural for you to have doubts. "

"But you should also understand that my life span is almost over and I am going to die soon. I must get the Fulong Chizhen Vine, so I have to resort to this last resort."

"As long as you can help me get this thing, everything is fine. I will never treat you unfairly. No matter whether it is magic weapons, elixirs, magical powers, secret methods, as long as you ask, I will never refuse, but if I don’t get the Fulong Chizhen Vine..."

Chen Yuan’s expression became serious: "Please rest assured, senior, I will do my best!"

Ancestor Yuntian smiled slightly: "That’s great, you wait aside first. After the Tongming Palace is opened, we will immediately go to the Huangsha Secret Realm to seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

"Yes!" Chen Yuan bowed, turned around and walked a few feet away, and sat cross-legged not far from Ancestor Yuntian.

The invisible barrier that restricted his consciousness within three feet around him had quietly dissipated at this time.

Taoist Yunhe and Shen Yi looked at Chen Yuan deeply and then retracted their gazes. The other three Jindan cultivators looked at him with a more serious look when they saw that he was so close to Patriarch Yuntian.

Chen Yuan didn't care at all. He closed his eyes and meditated with a calm expression, thinking about what Patriarch Yuntian said in his heart.

What he said was almost exactly the same as what Jing Shuhan said, with only one difference, that is, he did not mention that when he picked the Fulong Chizhen vine, the strange demonic energy would invade the body.

Nine truths and one falsehood, if Chen Yuan had not learned the truth from Jing Shuhan in advance, he would definitely be deceived.

Of course, he didn't know who was true and who was false between Patriarch Yuntian and Jing Shuhan.

But Chen Yuan would never trust a person who left a restriction in his body.

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Looking down at the Demon Plain from a height of thousands of feet, you can only see the endless black fog covering the wilderness.

The outermost black fog is very thin. From the outside to the inside, the black fog becomes thicker and thicker, gradually covering the earth.

Only the area where the thirty-six altars were located was not covered by the black mist.

But these thirty-six altars could only remove the demonic energy within a hundred feet, which was extremely small compared to the demonic field covered by the black mist.

They were like thirty-six needles nailed on the endless demonic field, extremely inconspicuous, but they allowed this world full of demonic energy to retain a ray of light.

But in the core of the demonic field, there was no altar.

The demonic energy here was the most dense, covering an area of ​​ten thousand miles, and could only be seen ten feet away at most.

A level seven demon tiger with red eyes chased a level six demon leopard, one in front and one behind, and broke into the demonic mist.

The two demon beasts only ran for a few miles, and suddenly let out a shrill scream, and their bodies suddenly exploded, stirring up the rolling demonic energy, which passed through and circled in their remains.

After a while, the flesh and blood demon cores of the two demon beasts melted in the demonic mist, and everything returned to calm.

After an unknown amount of time, a cultivator flew from a distance, following the path that the demon tiger had taken to chase the demon leopard, and slowly flew into the demon fog.

This person looked to be about forty years old, wearing a black robe with a hideous white skeleton embroidered on the corner of his robe, and covered with a layer of pale white spiritual light, blocking the demonic energy outside.

If a Yuqinghai cultivator saw this person, he would definitely be scared to death. He was Wen Qingxiang, the head of the Skeleton Spirit Sect, a giant of the Yuqinghai Demon Dao.

Wen Qingxiang's cultivation was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Not to mention compared with Tianjizi, the head of the Tianji Sect and the only two great cultivators in Yuqinghai, even compared with Ji Laogui, who was at the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he was inferior.

But he was extremely cruel, and he practiced a white bone Yin soldier magical power. He liked to kill low-level cultivators and use their bones to refine white bone soldiers. His notoriety spread far and wide, and spread throughout the entire Yuqinghai.

However, he acted with great discretion and never provoked the three major sects and their affiliated forces. He only slaughtered small sects and immortal cultivation families without backing, and did not make enemies with cultivators of the same level.

Over the years, few other Nascent Soul cultivators had troubled Wen Qingxiang, but his reputation for evil became more and more famous. In the eyes of low-level cultivators, he was even more terrifying than the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator of Tianji Sect.

But at this moment, this great master of the magic path was completely different from his usual cruelty and coldness. He looked serious and flew forward slowly.

On the palm of his left hand hung a jade brick about the size of a foot. The surface was delicate and white, engraved with brilliant thunder patterns. At this time, it was stained with a faint black light, flickering, and the devilish aura was terrifying, looking extremely strange.

As Wen Qingxiang flew forward, the black light on the surface of the jade brick became brighter and brighter, gradually covering the thunder patterns.

Wen Qingxiang showed a happy expression on his face, and he could not help but speed up his escape speed. Unknowingly, he had already penetrated thousands of miles into the magic fog.

At this time, the jade brick had completely turned black, and the devilish aura was lingering. He flew forward another hundred feet, and a broken altar came into view.

Wen Qingxiang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his escape speed increased sharply. He came to the altar and lowered the escape light.

This altar, like the thirty-six altars distributed in the magic field, was built of white boulders, but it was only a few feet high.

A smooth cut was left on the base of the altar at an angle, with broken white boulders scattered around.

On the surface of several of the boulders, the groove lines of the teleportation array could still be vaguely seen.

The center of the altar was hollow, and from a well of about ten feet in size, rolling demonic energy emerged, as black as ink. Compared with it, the surrounding demonic mist seemed a little lighter in color.

"It is indeed the true demonic energy!" Wen Qingxiang laughed and came to the well.

The well was pitch black and bottomless. Endless demonic energy slowly gushed out, shaped like a column of smoke, straight up a thousand feet, and then slowly dissipated and merged into the demonic mist.

Wen Qingxiang raised his hand and grabbed it, and a yellow gourd appeared out of thin air. He pinched his left hand, and the gourd mouth flashed with light, and the suction force was so strong that half of the demonic energy gushing out of the well was separated and flowed into the yellow gourd.

At the same time, Wen Qingxiang put the jade brick into the mustard ring, sat cross-legged, and could not wait to practice the technique. Another stream of demonic energy from the well was absorbed into his body.

A quarter of an hour later, he successfully refined a wisp of true demonic energy, and his cultivation level was greatly improved, which was equivalent to several months of hard practice.

Wen Qingxiang was delighted. This was extremely pure true demonic energy, which was the best panacea for demonic practitioners.

As long as he practiced here for a period of time, he could push his cultivation level to the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and his foundation was extremely solid without any hidden dangers.

At this time, there was less than a month left before the two-month trial period. Wen Qingxiang felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and immediately calmed down and continued to practice.

A day passed quickly, and Wen Qingxiang was immersed in the pleasure of rapid improvement in his cultivation level. He tried his best to refine the true demonic energy, but he did not forget to spread his consciousness and be alert to the surroundings.

In the dense demonic energy, his consciousness could only cover five miles around him, which was not as good as that of a cultivator in the early stage of the Dan stage.

The magic fog was very peaceful, with no traces of magic beasts, nor any other cultivators or monsters, but Wen Qingxiang did not slack off.

He had a reputation for being brutal and bloodthirsty, and he had been in Yuqing Sea for hundreds of years, relying on caution.

Before attacking small sects and immortal cultivation families, he would carefully investigate their backgrounds.

Whenever there was any contact with the three major sects or medium-sized sects, Wen Qingxiang would immediately change his target and never act rashly.

But at this moment, a giant claw stretched out from the magic fog and fell to the ground.

Wen Qingxiang suddenly realized, immediately stopped his skills, stood up, and turned his head to look over.

A huge figure slowly walked out of the magic fog.

This was a black lion, about ten feet tall, like a small mountain, with black mane, dragging a black tail, and even black claws, but only a pair of eyes, which were a rich red color.

Wen Qingxiang did not even notice the existence of this black lion until it came within ten feet of him.

His face was extremely ugly. He raised his hand to recall the yellow gourd, and his figure flashed and retreated.

At the same time, he raised his hand and made a gesture. A bulging brocade bag on his waist flashed, and dense white bone soldiers appeared out of thin air. There were a total of 123 of them, with two points of ghostly fire flashing in their eyes. They all rushed towards the black lion and opened their mouths to bite it.

These white bone soldiers were at least foundation-building cultivators in their lives. Among them, there were 37 white bone soldiers with strong auras, who were Jindan cultivators in their lives.

This was Wen Qingxiang's last resort. The black lion appeared so strangely that he did not dare to hold back at all and immediately used it.

"Intruder, die..."

A dull voice like thunder came from the mouth of the black lion, and it suddenly raised its claws and waved, as fast as lightning.

Wen Qingxiang, who was retreating, trembled violently, and three claw marks suddenly appeared on his body, splitting it into three parts, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!