Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The flower basket absorbed all the thunder from the peach wood sword. A silver arc of electricity swirled around the basket mouth, interweaving with the red glow, and the sound of sizzling was endless.

The pink long rope was scattered by the lightning, and another blood-colored long rope condensed and pounced on the peach wood sword, like a vicious poisonous snake.

Taoist Liu was shocked. By chance, he got a broken thousand-year-old thunder-struck peach wood, refined this peach wood sword, mastered a thunder magic, and made a great reputation with it.

Thunder magic is the most effective against evil spirits, but this flower basket can even absorb thunder, which is really weird.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw a silver-white bead, hitting the peach wood sword.

The bead was swirling with arcs of electricity, and it hit the peach wood sword and broke into pieces. Arcs of electricity spread like small silver snakes, wrapping the peach wood sword.

Taoist Liu pointed and shouted: "Cut!"

Boom!

With a thunder, the peach wood sword was wrapped with silver-white arcs, like a long sword condensed by lightning, slashing at the blood-colored long rope.

The two elders of the Yuan family were shocked when they saw this scene.

There were few cultivators who mastered thunder magic. After Taoist Liu displayed his magical power, the momentum was magnificent, as if thunder had descended from the sky.

The flower basket, which looked weird and evil at first glance, immediately fell into the inferior level.

Even Zhang Wushan was surprised. Confucian and Taoist cultivators were not good at thunder magic. It was the first time he saw such an amazing thunder magic.

Only Chen Yuan looked normal. He himself had used a thunder talisman, which contained a trace of thunder power. The power was so great that even Kun Feng could only swallow half of it.

This Taoist Liu's magical power seemed extraordinary, but it was just an ordinary thunder, without a trace of thunder power, and it could not even cause changes in the celestial phenomena.

He had also seen Taoist Yunhe's Yimu Divine Thunder. Taoist Liu's thunder method was far inferior to it.

The next moment, the peach wood sword directly cut the blood-colored long rope into two pieces, which turned into a ray of light and dissipated.

The sword tip swung and shot out, pointing directly at the monk surnamed Zeng.

To capture a thief, first capture the leader. As long as the monk surnamed Zeng is forced, the flower basket will fall without attack.

Taoist Liu knew the key to the fight, but the monk surnamed Zeng changed his spell, and the blood-colored rays of light from the flower basket continued to roll towards the peach wood sword.

The peach wood sword was shrouded by a huge suction force and could not move forward. It had to stop to deal with it, slashing left and right. Wherever the silver arc passed, it shattered piece after piece of blood-colored rays of light, as if cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from a person.

But the blood-colored rays of light were endless, and the silver arcs on the peach wood sword became increasingly scarce.

Taoist Liu's face was very ugly. He was not a monk of the thunder path. He could only use thunder magic by relying on this peach wood sword.

For this reason, he had to use the Heavenly Thunder Talisman to replenish the thunder power. The silver-white bead was also the power of heavenly thunder that he collected by himself using special methods when he ventured into the thundercloud in rainy weather.

These methods were useless to the flower basket, and other magical powers were also useless.

After more than ten breaths, the peach wood sword could no longer emit a trace of lightning, and the blood-colored rays of light suddenly increased, and the peach wood sword was put in.

Until this moment, the beautiful flowers on the flower basket were slightly dimmed, but they were still beautiful.

The monk surnamed Zeng pointed at one point, and another blood-colored rosy light surged out and brushed towards Taoist Liu.

Taoist Liu's face changed, and he said loudly: "I admit defeat!"

The monk surnamed Zeng waved his hand expressionlessly, and the blood-colored rays of light surged back into the flower basket.

Taoist Liu bowed and said, "I admit defeat. Please return the magic weapon to Friend Zeng."

In fact, he still had some life-threatening means that he had not used, but this time he just took advantage of the Haoran Sect and helped the Yuan family. He used the Heavenly Thunder Talisman and the Heavenly Thunder Power that he had collected with great effort. He had already done his best and admitted defeat very straightforwardly.

The monk surnamed Zeng waved his hand expressionlessly, and the peach wood sword flew out of the flower basket.

Taoist Liu took it in his hand, just looked down, and then he felt relieved, bowed his hands, and turned to fly back to the mountain.

He had no grudges with the monk surnamed Zeng, and the peach wood sword was not damaged at all.

On the opposite mountain, Sect Master Mu laughed and said, "So, the Jindan cultivators of the Yuan family are so incompetent? No wonder the head of the Yuan family dared not bet with Mu. It seems that the Yuan family will be defeated without the help of the nephew of the Hidden Sword Palace."

The Yuan family of Shifeng Mountain is separated from the Taimang Mountain Range. They have always fought and had deep resentment. Now that he has the upper hand, he will naturally be merciless.

Yuan Xiang's face was extremely ugly. He lost two consecutive battles and was ridiculed by Sect Master Mu. He lost face.

At this moment, he only regretted not giving Yuan Shixiong a treasure. Shifeng Mountain has flower baskets and rare treasures, and the Yuan family also has treasures left over from ancient times.

But after Yuan Xiang learned that the Hidden Sword Palace sent two true disciples, he thought that he would lose this fight and it was just a formality, so he didn't waste his energy.

I didn't expect that Sect Master Mu would be so cruel. He would not use the disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace and was willing to give up a late Jindan cultivator just to defeat the face of the Yuan family.

Taoist Liu came to Yuan Xiang, clasped his fists and bowed, saying ashamedly: "My methods are not good enough, and I failed to win. Please punish me, patriarch."

Yuan Xiang's eyes flashed with a haze, but Taoist Liu was just a nominal guest, and he consumed two treasures containing thunder power. How could he punish him?

He said lightly: "Master Liu also tried his best. The flower basket is a high-level magic weapon, which is not a Jindan cultivator. Even if my Yuan family loses this battle, it is reasonable... Elder Yang, do you think so?"

Yang Liqian nodded slightly: "The head of the Yuan family is right. Even if we lose the battle, it is not the fault of the Yuan family."

Yuan Xiang looked better. With Yang Liqian's words, even if the matter was spread out, the reputation of the Yuan family would not suffer much loss.

He was unwilling to pay attention to Taoist Liu. He turned to look at Chen Yuan and said lightly: "Friend Chen, the flower basket magic weapon is very strange. If you can't defeat it, just admit defeat."

He was in a bad mood at the moment. He didn't care about the Qingliu monk behind Chen Yuan. He spoke frankly and didn't leave any mercy in his words. It seemed that he was sure that Chen Yuan would lose.

Chen Yuan didn't care either. He smiled slightly and bowed his hands and said: "Junior remember it."

Zhang Wushan's face sank. He was quite dissatisfied with the contempt in Yuan Xiang's words, but Chen Yuan didn't say anything, so he couldn't interfere.

Moreover, the flower basket magic weapon was of the Wei family. Although he knew that Chen Yuan was extraordinary and Yan Tongchun was not his opponent, he didn't have much confidence in whether he could block the flower basket magic weapon.

Zhang Wushan whispered, "I've heard Master mention that in ancient times there was an evil treasure that consumed blood and lifespan, and was specifically designed to reduce people's lifespan, hurting others and themselves."

"This flower basket should be such a magic weapon. It is impossible to resist it for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage. Brother Chen had better not let the pink glow hit it."

Chen Yuan nodded, drove the escape light, flew to the top of the canyon, and stopped dozens of feet away from the cultivator surnamed Zeng.

Yang Liqian looked at Chen Yuan's back and frowned, "Master Yuan, I can't do anything. Please protect Chen Xiaoyou's life later."

Yuan Xiang was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He said lightly, "Don't worry, Elder Yang, I will definitely not let Chen Xiaoyou get hurt."

It was Haoran Sect that wanted to seize the spirit stone vein, but sent such a casual cultivator of unknown origin to participate in the fight, and asked him, a Nascent Soul cultivator, to protect the law. It was a bit too much.

Yuan Xiang only knew that Qingliu and Elder Gu were not on good terms, and this was something that everyone knew.

But he didn't know the details of Haoran Sect, and only thought that Yang Liqian was entrusted by Elder Qingliu to look after Chen Yuan.

Zhang Wushan couldn't help but feel suspicious when he heard this.

Yang Liqian was on good terms with Elder Gu, so he should have hoped that Chen Yuan would be injured or even die. Why was he so concerned about Chen Yuan's safety?

Chen Yuan didn't know what happened behind him, so he bowed to the monk surnamed Zeng: "Elder of the Yuan family, Chen Yuan, please teach me, Taoist Zeng."

"Zeng Zhongliang of Shifeng Mountain, please, Taoist Chen." The monk surnamed Zeng returned the greeting, his voice old and hoarse.

His face was pale, and his hands were covered with wrinkles, like dry bark.

The mountain wind in the canyon was fierce, and his white hair was scattered, which was very desolate.

The flower basket magic weapon not only consumed essence and blood, but also consumed life span. It was an out-and-out evil treasure.

But the monk surnamed Zeng seemed to have put life and death aside. He pointed his finger expressionlessly, and a pink glow gushed out of the flower basket magic weapon and brushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, and a pair of wide black wings suddenly appeared behind him. His whole momentum changed greatly, and a desolate and wild breath rose to the sky.

He flapped his wings, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the pink glow rolled into the air.

The next moment, Chen Yuan appeared beside the monk surnamed Zeng and raised his hand to grab his neck!

The monk surnamed Zeng's pupils shrank, but he had no time to do anything. Only the flying sword that had been hanging above his head protected its master and slashed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his left hand and firmly grasped the flying sword. The sword light flashed, but only a slight wound was left on his palm.

And his right hand kept moving, stretched out like lightning, and grabbed the monk surnamed Zeng's neck.

"Thank you." Chen Yuan's calm voice spread.

The whole place was silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling over the canyon.

The monk surnamed Zeng stared with his eyes wide open, not daring to make any movement, fearing that Chen Yuan would suddenly use force and break his neck.

"I... I give up." He said in a hoarse voice.

Chen Yuan then let go of his hands, and the monk surnamed Zeng retreated violently, looking at Chen Yuan with lingering fear, and the flying sword flew back to his side, circling uncertainly.

Everyone stared at Chen Yuan, he stopped in the wind, his body motionless, his clothes rustling.

A pair of broad black wings stretched out, like the deepest abyss, the sun shone on it, reflecting no light, even people's eyes stopped on it, as if they were about to be swallowed, and subconsciously moved away.

"Instant... teleportation technique?" Yuan Shizhen's murmur broke the silence on the two peaks.

Taoist Liu shook his head repeatedly, no longer looking like an immortal: "How is this possible?"

Zhang Wushan was stunned. He only knew that Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator and was worried that Chen Yuan would be restrained by the flower basket. He didn't expect that he would have such a method.

Everyone present was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage who had been in the old stage for many years.

Zhang Wushan was a true disciple of Haoran Sect and had seen a lot.

But they had never heard that a Jindan cultivator could perform the art of teleportation!

Even the two cold-faced cultivators behind Elder Yan were surprised at this moment.

The sword cultivator's escape technique was rare in the world. Only the thunder escape technique and the wind escape technique could be comparable, but compared with the teleportation technique, they were inferior.

Yuan Xiang suddenly laughed: "Elder Chen, what a trick! The monks of Shifeng Mountain are just like this. Even if they take out the ancient evil treasure, they are no match for my guest elder of the Yuan family!"

The monk surnamed Zeng turned back to the top of the mountain, came to the front of Master Mu, lowered his head, clasped his fists and bowed: "My disciple is no match for the opponent, please punish me."

Master Mu heard Yuan Xiang's sarcasm and snorted: "This person has mastered the art of teleportation, it's not your fault, take this pill and rest well."

He took out a jade bottle from the mustard ring and gave it to the monk surnamed Zeng, but his eyes were always fixed on Chen Yuan, his face was gloomy.

He gave the monk surnamed Zeng a treasure and sacrificed the path of a late Jindan monk, just to win the battle before the disciples of the Cangjian Palace came out.

Only in this way can Shifeng Mountain share more of the benefits of the spiritual stone veins, but now it has all been destroyed by Chen Yuan.

Where did this person come from? He actually mastered the art of teleportation, which is a method that only great monks can master. Even he, a Yuanying monk, cannot perform it.

Yang Liqian had the same doubts as him. He looked at Chen Yuan with a look of doubt.

Even Elder Yan changed his previous indifference and looked Chen Yuan up and down. He slowly said: "This little friend Chen's pair of black wings looks familiar. If I guess correctly, you have refined the essence of Kun fish blood and mastered the art of teleportation?" (End of this chapter)