Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and looked embarrassed: "This junior only has one Qingyuan Pill, and I just took it..."

The Qingyuan Pill is made from eight-hundred-year-old spirit grass as the main medicine, and its value is comparable to the later-stage pills.

He got a total of three Qingyuan Pills from Lu Gui and put them in three jade bottles. He had taken one pill before and had two pills left, but Patriarch Yuntian didn't know.

This kind of elixir is hard to come by, so how could Chen Yuan use it all here? He is not the one who desires the Fulong Red True Vine anyway.

When Ancestor Yuntian heard this, he frowned and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Senior, please wait a moment..." Chen Yuan smiled sheepishly, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate.

Patriarch Yuntian hesitated for a moment, raised his left hand, and a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm, slowly flying towards Chen Yuan and saying, "Hold on, little friend Chen. There are three drops of hundred-year-old milk in this bottle, which can help little friend restore his true energy."

Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes brightened, he took the jade bottle with both hands, opened it, and saw three drops of milky white spiritual liquid inside, which were distinct and exuded a refreshing aroma.

"Thank you for the reward, senior!" Chen Yuan bowed his hands and poured a drop of milky white spiritual liquid into his mouth.

The spiritual liquid enters the belly and turns into a huge spiritual energy, pure and gentle, like a surging river, but not wild at all. It rushes through the meridians and merges into the Dantian. Only 50% of the true energy is left in the ocean, and immediately Become full.

The true energy in Chen Yuan's body was not exhausted at all. He was just pretending to be like this to confuse Patriarch Yuntian.

And this drop of milky white spiritual liquid instantly restored him to 50% of his true energy, with a small amount of spiritual energy still remaining. It merged into the already filled sea of ​​true energy, and even his cultivation level improved a little.

Chen Yuan stood up, put the remaining two drops of spiritual liquid and the futon into the mustard seed ring, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a century-old spiritual milk. This junior's true energy has been restored, let's set off now."

Ancestor Yuntian saw Chen Yuan's actions, his face sank slightly, and he said calmly: "In more than three hundred miles, we will be where the Fulong Chizhen Vine is. There will be no need to fly away, and the real energy consumption will be smaller. You must make good use of these two drops of Centennial Milk and don’t waste it.”

"Yes." Chen Yuan responded, took up the escape light and came to Patriarch Yuntian.

Hundred-year-old spiritual milk is an extremely precious treasure. Only one drop of large spiritual veins can be condensed every hundred years. It is the essence of the spiritual veins and can restore a late-stage pill-forming monk's true energy instantly.

Only the three major sects in Yuqing Sea can obtain such treasures.

This item was extremely useful to Chen Yuan. After stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood, he consumed the true energy very quickly. With these two drops of Centennial Milk, he could last longer.

The only fly in the ointment is that although Chen Yuan's cultivation is only in the middle stage of pill formation, it is richer and more pure than the later monks. A drop of hundred-year-old milk can only restore 90% of the true energy.

For mid-Nascent Soul monks like Ancestor Yuntian, the Hundred Years Spiritual Milk is of little use.

However, after a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul takes it, he can recover one or two percent of his true energy in an instant. It is very useful at critical moments and is equivalent to a top-grade spiritual material.

Ancestor Yuntian just let him go, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.

According to his original intention, he only wanted to give Chen Yuan one drop of Centennial Milk, and he had to take back the remaining two drops.

But Chen Yuan had already put the jade bottle into the mustard seed ring. As a senior Nascent Soul, he had something to ask for from Chen Yuan, so naturally he couldn't ask for it anymore, but he wrote it down.

Wait until you get the Fulong Chizhen Vine before you make any calculations.

Then the two of them stopped stopping and flew all the way. After running for more than three hundred miles, they finally stopped.

The Yellow Sand Secret Realm is desolate, without any living beings, only the weird evil spirits all over the world, and the vast desert.

But in the core of the desert, a giant peak thousands of feet tall rises from the ground, like a pillar, supporting the sky in this world.

This is a solitary peak, with a radius of less than a hundred feet, surrounded by cliffs that reach into the sky.

The closer you get to this peak, the stronger the invisible evil spirit becomes.

Fortunately, the consumption of real energy was greatly reduced after he no longer had to fly away. Otherwise, Chen Yuan would have exhausted his real energy in less than half an hour.

He had excellent eyesight, and from a few miles away, he saw that there was no grass growing on the top of the mountain, except for a tall pine tree with a red vine clinging to it, which looked like a real dragon, lifelike.

The Fulong Chizhen Vine was at the top of the peak, but Patriarch Yuntian stopped in front of the solitary peak.

For no other reason, a ray of light flew from the left side of the lonely peak and stopped a hundred feet away in front of Patriarch Yuntian, revealing the figure of Taoist Yunhe.

He glanced at the red vines on the top of the peak, then at Chen Yuan, and bowed to Patriarch Yuntian: "Fellow Taoist Yuntian and a junior arrived so quickly, I admire him."

Patriarch Yuntian said calmly: "Fellow Taoist came not too slowly, but I was a little surprised that fellow Taoist was so confident that he came alone to fight for the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

"Haha, this little friend is a physical practitioner, right?" Taoist Yunhe glanced at Chen Yuan again and said with a smile, "The old Taoist does not have the luck of Taoist friend and Ji Laogui. He cultivated two physical practitioners silently. Only Find another way."

He raised his sleeves and flicked, and two monsters suddenly appeared beside him, a wolf and a leopard, about one foot in size, with ferocious faces.

Chen Yuan was shocked. Aren't the monsters unable to enter the secret realm of yellow sand? Where did these two monsters come from?

Ancestor Yuntian's expression changed slightly. He stared at the two demonic beasts for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "It turns out they are two puppets. They are friendly means. These two beast puppets can almost look fake and real. Even I almost lost my sight."

After hearing this, Chen Yuan looked at the two monsters carefully and finally saw some clues.

The two monster beasts looked ferocious, but they did not emit the slightest energy and did not look like living creatures. Their eyes were pure white, hollow and dull, but they were actually two jade beads embedded in them.

Taoist Yunhe smiled and said: "Taoist friends have good eyesight. I searched half of the Nine Immortals Continent for these two beast puppets. I don't know who can be better than this little friend beside me."

He raised his hand and waved, and two pieces of spirit stone flew out. The two beast puppets opened their mouths to swallow them. Their empty eyes suddenly lit up. They looked up to the sky and screamed. The energy dispersed, and they were even higher than the monks in the late stage of pill formation.

When Ancestor Yuntian saw this, he narrowed his eyes and said: "The best spiritual stone? Taoist friends are willing to spend money!"

The smile on Taoist Yunhe's face faded, and he said calmly: "The old Taoist's life span will not last more than a hundred years, and there is no hope for the late stage of Nascent Soul. Without the Fulong Chizhenvine, it will turn into a handful of loess soon. It's just a top-quality spiritual stone, so let's throw it away." "

After he finished speaking, the two beast puppets stared at Patriarch Yuntian, let out a low roar, and bowed their bodies, as if they were about to escape the next moment.

Patriarch Yuntian didn't even look at the two beasts, and said calmly: "I can't match the courage of fellow Taoist, but Old Ghost Ji hasn't arrived yet. If you and I fight now, won't it make him a fisherman, or do fellow Taoist have confidence?" Take me down in a moment?”

Taoist Yunhe glanced at Chen Yuan and said calmly: "Old Taoist naturally does not have such extravagant hopes, but this little friend next to Taoist friend only has the cultivation level of the middle stage of pill formation and dares to enter the Yellow Sand Secret Realm. I wonder if he can stop the old Taoist from doing so. Two beast puppets? Go!"

He shouted softly, and a wolf and a leopard suddenly sprang out and pounced on Chen Yuan.

He himself raised his hand and grabbed it, and a wooden sword appeared out of thin air. In a flash, a thunder exploded in the void, and then a cyan arc flew out from the tip of the sword and struck at Ancestor Yuntian.

This electric arc was about several feet long, as thick as an arm, and extremely fast. It arrived first and the two beast puppets had just managed to save half of it when the cyan electric arc came to the head of Patriarch Yuntian.

Ancestor Yuntian took his time and raised his hand to grab it. An ice crystal shield appeared in front of him. The cyan arc struck the shield, making a sizzling sound. The ice crystal shield only sank, but its surface remained unscathed.

"Three thousand years of lightning-struck jujube wood? There are quite a lot of treasures in the hands of fellow Taoist friends. As long as they are carefully maintained, the Righteous Alliance will add another high-level magic weapon in the future." Patriarch Yuntian looked at the wooden sword with a somewhat surprised expression.

Taoist Yunhe said calmly: "My friend, this small ice crystal shield is also quite good. It is a bit of a waste to only refine a mid-level magic weapon from such a large piece of black ice marrow."

While they were talking, the two of them kept moving their hands. Ancestor Yuntian raised his hand to make a seal, condensing a water dragon more than ten feet long and pounced at Taoist Yunhe.

Taoist Yunhe pointed at the same time, and the wooden sword swung again, and a green arc that was much thicker than before flew out and struck the water dragon, killing both of them.

As monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the two of them had been cultivating their natal magic weapon for hundreds of years, and had added top-grade spiritual materials and even top-quality spiritual materials several times to refine it. They were full of spirituality and had already been refined into a high-level magic weapon.

But what they are offering at this moment are only mid-level magic weapons, all due to the erosion of invisible demonic energy. If the high-level magic weapons are used against the enemy, the real energy loss will be too great, and the power will be reduced a lot, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Not only that, the two of them didn't even dare to use their special magical powers easily, for fear of losing too much real energy and giving the other party an opportunity.

Then he inadvertently used the intermediate magic weapon to fight against the enemy, and the magical power he used was also the one he used to use when forming pills in the past.

Both of them are monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and their true essence is far more pure than that of the Danjie monks.

Under the erosion of demonic energy, the power of mid-level magic weapons and pill-forming magical powers is only slightly lower than that of Nascent Soul magical powers and high-level magic weapons, but the consumption of real energy is greatly reduced, making it the most cost-effective.

Ancestor Yuntian and Taoist Yunhe fought twice, and they were evenly matched. Knowing that it was impossible to defeat their opponents in a short period of time, they fought patiently.

On the other side, two beast puppets had already rushed in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan immediately used his nameless magical power, and his body grew to a height of one foot, glowing silvery white, and he stepped forward to meet him.

Taoist Yunhe is confident. These two beast puppets are ancient objects that he has worked hard to obtain. They have extraordinary power and are not affected by demonic aura. A mere monk in the middle stage of pill formation, even in physical cultivation, is definitely no match for him.

Patriarch Yuntian's face was solemn. He had seen Chen Yuan's methods before, but these two beast puppets were powered by top-quality spiritual stones and had an amazing momentum. Chen Yuan might suffer a loss if he fought one against two.

But Taoist Yunhe was watching eagerly, and the green arcs struck by the wooden sword in front of him were the authentic Yimu divine thunder, which was extremely powerful.

Ancestor Yuntian seemed to be calm and relaxed, but in fact he did not dare to be careless in the slightest and concentrated on dealing with Taoist Yunhe.

If he takes out his hand to help Chen Yuan, Taoist Yunhe will immediately use thunderous means.

Just when Patriarch Yuntian was worried, his eyes suddenly lit up and he turned his head to look into the distance.

Taoist Yunhe frowned, raised his hand, and the two beast puppets, which were only a few feet away from Chen Yuan, suddenly stopped, turned around, and flew back.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why, but he didn't catch up. He just stopped where he was and looked at the two beast puppets warily.

After a while, a black escaping light flew from a distance and stopped in front of the two Nascent Soul monks.

Ancestor Yuntian and Taoist Yunhe stopped at the same time. Taoist Yunhe recalled his wooden sword. Ancestor Yuntian raised his hand and waved it, and the newly condensed water dragon slowly dissipated.

The light disappeared, revealing the figures of Ji Laogui, Wang Lin, and Jing Shuhan. The three of them stood on a giant black boat ten feet long.

Chen Yuan felt relieved and his body returned to its original state. Although the use of the nameless magic power consumed little true energy, it should not be underestimated under the erosion of the invisible demonic energy. Every bit of energy saved is a bit of energy saved.

Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan flew down from the giant boat. Ji Laogui raised his hand and put away the black giant boat. His face was slightly pale.

A jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand. He poured it into his mouth and three drops of milky white spiritual liquid fell in succession. It was the hundred-year-old spiritual milk that the ancestor Yuntian gave to Chen Yuan.

After taking three drops of the hundred-year-old spiritual milk, Ji Laogui's face became slightly ruddy. He put away the jade bottle and bowed: "Thank you for your courtesy, my two Taoist friends. I am a step late." (End of this chapter)