Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan wrote down these dozen or so buildings that were generally intact, and the experience of Master Qingyou couldn't help but come to mind.

Most of the buildings on Jueling Island are in dilapidated condition, but there are very few intact halls such as Tongtian Hall and Tongming Hall.

In the past thousands of years, almost every corner of Jueling Island has been visited by monks. Some of the treasures left in the preserved palaces have been looted.

Only a very few lucky people can discover the palaces and pavilions that have been missed by the predecessors and find the treasures left from ancient times to the present day.

This is the case for Master Qingyou. After passing three trials, he and a fellow disciple entered the secret realm of space to hunt for treasures.

But these space secret realms, like the realm of ice and fire and the sea of ​​wind and thunder, are home to many ferocious beasts, and over the years, the truly precious treasures have been taken away, and the two of them have gained very little.

But in a remote place, they discovered an ancient monk's cave. There was a well-preserved elixir garden in which more than thirty spiritual herbs grew, all of which were eight hundred years old, which was suitable for use by alchemy monks.

These spiritual herbs have long been extinct in the outside world, and several ancient spiritual elixirs can be refined, which is enough to make a pill-forming monk's cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, and it is easy to break through bottlenecks.

Faced with such a huge temptation, the fellow disciples immediately turned against each other.

The two had a great battle, and Qingyou's real skills were superior. In the end, he won a tragic victory, but he almost lost his life.

He didn't dare to take any more risks, so he picked off the spiritual grass, found a secret place to hide, and waited for Jueling Island to close.

After leaving Jueling Island, he found the alchemy master he had befriended in the Wentian Sect, refined these spiritual herbs into elixirs, practiced hard in seclusion, and his cultivation skyrocketed, becoming the most promising disciple of the Wentian Sect of that generation to have a baby. man of.

Chen Yuan did not expect to have the same good luck as Master Qingyou, but he still wrote down the location of this mountain peak. If there was a chance, he would not mind searching for it.

After flying forward for hundreds of miles, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became obviously richer.

When Chen Yuan escaped, he could completely make up for the spiritual energy consumption by simply absorbing spiritual energy in the crudest way.

The meridians in the body are filled with abundant spiritual energy, and there is even a feeling of swelling.

Due to the threat of space cracks, his flying speed is very slow, but he is a pill-forming monk after all. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth can make up for the consumption of his flying, and its richness has reached an incredible level.

This is another characteristic of Jue Ling Island. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely rich. Some Nascent Soul monks once deduced that there is a large spiritual vein on Jue Ling Island, and it may even be a giant spiritual vein.

After the monks pass the three trials, in another month, Jueling Island will disappear into the void again, and no one can enter.

The monks who enter the island can choose to leave or stay.

Although Jueling Island is dilapidated and there are still space cracks, there are many treasures hidden in the secret space, and the aura is extremely rich. It is an out-and-out treasure.

When the Jueling Island was opened several times before, some monks chose to stay on the island, practice with the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and enter the secret realm of space to hunt for treasures.

But a hundred years later, when Jueling Island was reopened, the monks who entered the island discovered that those who chose to stay on the island had all lost their minds and turned into walking zombies.

No one knows how they became like this, but no monks dared to stay on Jueling Island since then.

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In the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Chen Yuan flew forward silently and passed the entrance of a secret space.

When the distance between the two space cracks was no more than ten feet, Patriarch Yuntian finally stopped, followed by Chen Yuan.

A desert appeared in front, stretching for dozens of miles. The sky above the desert was filled with light yellow mist, shrouded in a silver-gray light curtain, twisting and rippling like water waves. This was also the entrance to a secret realm in space.

"Senior, is this the Yellow Sand Secret Realm?" Chen Yuan asked.

Ancestor Yuntian looked at the desert with a slightly solemn expression: "Yes, after entering the secret realm, Taoist Yunhe and Old Ghost Ji will no longer hold back. Next, I still need my friends to help me seize Fulongchi." Shinto.”

"Senior, don't worry, I will do my best, junior." Chen Yuan bowed his hands and lowered his eyes with a hint of ruthlessness.

Entering the Yellow Sand Secret Realm is his best and only chance to escape the control of Ancestor Yuntian.

Although mutual attacks are not allowed outside the secret realm, the strength of Ancestor Yuntian has not been weakened by half.

He was worried that if he activated Zhu Yan's True Fire to erase the blue talisman, he would be killed by the backlash before he succeeded.

Only in the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, where Patriarch Yuntian's strength was greatly reduced, and other Nascent Soul monks competed for the Fulong Chizhen Vine, and fished in troubled waters, did he have the opportunity to erase the blue talisman and get rid of the shackles.

Ancestor Yuntian seemed to be very satisfied with Chen Yuan's answer and smiled slightly: "If I can get help from my little friend, I will definitely get the Fulong Red True Vine. When the time comes, I can take my pick of the panacea, magic weapon and magical power."

Chen Yuan raised his head, his eyes full of greed: "This junior will never betray the trust of his seniors!"

At this time, Taoist Yunhe overtook him from the side and flew towards the desert. After touching the silver-gray light curtain, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Ancestor Yuntian smiled slightly: "I'll leave soon."

He separated a ray of escaping light, wrapped it around Chen Yuan, and flew towards the desert.

When passing through the silver-gray light curtain, Chen Yuan felt as if he was swimming in water, and a soft resistance came from him.

But the next moment, this resistance disappeared. Looking around, there was a vast expanse of yellow sand, filled with mist, and the sky and earth were dim.

After Chen Yuan entered the secret realm of yellow sand, it was like dropping a stone into a lake. The dark yellow mist with a radius of a hundred feet was disturbed and came in all at once, lingering around Chen Yuan, as if covering him with a dark yellow gauze. Clothes.

Chen Yuan seemed to be carrying a huge boulder on his back. His figure suddenly became much heavier, and the movement of his true energy in his meridians became stagnant.

The momentum around Ancestor Yuntian was even greater, and dark yellow mist with a radius of thousands of feet surged in, wrapping him into a yellow cocoon.

After a while, the mist slowly dispersed, revealing the slightly gloomy face of Patriarch Yuntian.

His aura was greatly reduced, and the coercion in the middle stage of Yuanying disappeared. The energy he exuded was only stronger than that in the late stage of Dan formation, but slightly weaker than that in the early stage of Yuanying.

The dark yellow mist around Chen Yuan slowly dispersed, but the flow of true energy in his meridians was still stagnant.

However, the feeling of carrying a huge boulder disappeared along with the dispersing mist. He raised his hand and clenched his fist. His physical body was not affected at all. His great strength was still there, and he felt much more settled.

Taoist Yunhe is not nearby. After the monks enter the secret realm of space, they will be scattered randomly in the secret realm.

Unless Patriarch Yuntian wraps Chen Yuan in the escaping light, the two of them will be separated.

Ancestor Yuntian glanced around, selected a direction, flew forward, and said, "Follow me, little friend. This place is still thousands of miles away from where the Fulong Chizhen Vine is. Don't let Taoist Yunhe and Ji The old ghost has the upper hand."

"Yes." Chen Yuan responded and followed, with the same respectful attitude as before.

Ancestor Yuntian turned to look at him, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Ancestor Yuntian escaped so fast that Chen Yuan could barely keep up.

Just after flying more than ten miles, he suddenly discovered that the real energy consumption was much faster than usual.

After flying more than a hundred miles, the dark yellow mist became much thinner, but Chen Yuan's consumption of real energy accelerated again, almost twice as much as usual.

After more than a hundred miles, the dark yellow mist has disappeared, and Chen Yuan's real energy consumption has reached twice the usual level.

After flying for more than two hundred miles, Chen Yuan only had 50% of his true energy left in his body.

At this point, not only does flying escape require the consumption of true energy, but there is also a strange invisible aura, emitting a faint demonic aura, which spreads throughout the world and pours into Chen Yuan's body, constantly consuming the true energy flowing in his meridians. .

At this moment, Patriarch Yuntian suddenly slowed down his escape speed, looked at Chen Yuan, frowned and said, "Why do you have to hold on, little friend Chen? There shouldn't be much true energy left in your Dantian, right?"

Chen Yuan was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Senior is laughing at me. There is less than 20% of the true energy left in my body. I just don't dare to disturb the senior. I plan to wait until the true energy is exhausted before taking pills to recover."

He raised his right hand, and a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm. He opened the cork and poured out a Qingyuan Pill.

Patriarch Yuntian's brows widened: "Don't be cautious, little friend. You don't know something. The demonic energy in this secret realm of yellow sand is extremely weird. If there is no true energy for it to be consumed, it will damage the meridians and Dantian. Therefore, we cannot wait for the true energy. Completely exhausted and then restored.”

Chen Yuan suddenly said: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me. I will restore my true energy soon."

Ancestor Yuntian nodded slightly and lowered his light: "I will protect my little friend."

Chen Yuan then landed in the desert, took out a futon, sat cross-legged, took the Qingyuan Pill, closed his eyes and meditated, and his body was filled with spiritual light.

After a hundred breaths, Chen Yuan opened his eyes, stood up, put away the futon, and bowed his hands to Patriarch Yuntian: "Thank you for protecting me, senior. My true energy has been restored."

Ancestor Yuntian smiled and said: "Let's go, little friend, please remember that you cannot show off in the secret realm of yellow sand, and you must keep your body full of true energy at all times."

"You are a physical cultivator, and all your cultivation is based on the physical body. Your true energy is not comparable to the same level of Dharma cultivator, let alone a great one."

"This junior will follow the teachings of our seniors." Chen Yuan responded respectfully, but a strange look flashed through his lowered eyes.

Ordinary physical training focuses on the physical body, and it is true that the true energy is weak, but after he practiced the "Nine Transformations of True Spirit" and refined Zhu Yan's true blood, the true energy in his body was much richer and purer than that of monks of the same level.

It's just that when stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood, it consumes too much true energy. Zhu Yan's true fire uses true energy as fuel. He can't sustain it for a long time, so he appears to be weak in true energy.

If it were an ordinary pill-forming monk, he would run out of true energy if he persisted for more than ten breaths at most.

If Zhu Yan's true fire was activated, he wouldn't be able to survive even ten breaths.

The two took up the escape light again, and after flying more than four hundred miles, Chen Yuan slowed down his escape speed and said with a wry smile: "Senior, I only have 10% of my true energy left in my body. I need to restore my true energy, so please wait a moment, senior."

Ancestor Yuntian nodded slightly: "I will protect my little friend."

Chen Yuan lowered his escape light, took out his futon, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

Ancestor Yuntian saw this and frowned: "Why don't you use the Qingyuan Pill, little friend?" (End of Chapter)