Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

"Ye Wendi? The first true disciple of Cangjian Palace?" Elder Yang was surprised.

Hearing this, Yuan Xiang immediately asked: "Elder Yang, have you heard of this person's name?"

Elder Yang stared at Ye Wendi, and a hint of joy flashed in the depths of his eyes: "I have heard that Ye Wendi is gifted. He is only over 200 years old, but he has already cultivated to the false infant realm and is about to form an infant."

"This boy has experienced hundreds of battles and has never been defeated. It is said that he once escaped from a Yuanying demon cultivator in Xizhou."

"That Yuanying demon cultivator chased him for three days and three nights, using all means, but still let him escape."

Yuan Xiang was surprised: "Xizhou Yuanying demon cultivator? Could it be a cultivator from Xuanyin Sect?"

Xizhou is at the westernmost end of Jiuxianzhou, close to the Boundless Sea, and is the world of demon cultivators.

Xuanyin Sect dominates Xizhou and is one of the top ten sects. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and is not inferior to Haoran Sect.

Elder Yang shook his head: "If it was an elder of Xuanyin Sect, he would have died long ago. He is just a casual cultivator."

Yuan Xiang's expression became solemn, staring at the two people above the canyon.

A casual cultivator is also a Yuanying cultivator. It sounds embarrassing that Ye Wendi can save his life from a Yuanying cultivator, but it is incredible.

There is a gap between different realms.

No matter how strong a Jindan cultivator is, he can't be the opponent of a Yuanying cultivator, and he can't even survive a few moves.

The Jindan cultivators who can save their lives from Yuanying cultivators are rare, and all of them are amazing talents.

Chen Yuan encountered such an opponent. Although he mastered the art of teleportation, Yuan Xiang's heart was hanging.

...

As soon as Ye Wendi finished speaking, the flying sword in front of him suddenly split into 64 sword shadows, laying a sword formation to protect himself.

However, Chen Yuan did not immediately use the teleportation technique to attack the enemy as he did just now, but stopped where he was and watched Ye Wendi lay out the formation quietly.

After the battle with Chang Geng, he had already made a plan. He used his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses and used the teleportation technique to delay time.

His true essence was three times that of the cultivators of the same level, and it was pure and rich, far superior to the cultivators of the same level.

The sword cultivator used the light splitting and shadow transformation technique, which consumed a lot of true essence.

He just needed to delay until Ye Wendi's true essence was exhausted, and he would naturally reveal his flaws.

This was the most labor-saving way, and he didn't have to show too many tricks.

The "Demon God Art" spoken by Elder Yan saved him the trouble of explaining the origin of his magical powers, but it was also not appropriate to use other tricks.

Zhuyan's true fire could no longer be revealed, after all, Kunyu did not have the innate magical power to drive spiritual fire.

Chen Yuan quietly watched Ye Wendi perform the light splitting and shadow transformation technique, and the sixty-four flying swords circled back and forth, which was much more rigorous than the sword formation set up by Chang Geng, which made him secretly shocked.

Yuan Xiang saw this scene, his face changed slightly: "Sixty-four flying swords? This boy's attainments in the art of splitting light and transforming shadows are so amazing!"

The Yuan family is adjacent to Ningzhou, and they also have a good understanding of sword cultivation. They need to simplify and make eighty-one sword lights, and then simplify and combine the eighty-one sword lights into one, which is considered to be successful in sword cultivation.

Ye Wendi can differentiate sixty-four flying swords before forming a fetus. After forming a fetus, it is just around the corner to differentiate eighty-one flying swords.

Yang Liqian's eyes flashed a trace of joy. The stronger Ye Wendi is, the better, and it would be best if he could defeat Chen Yuan immediately.

However, after Ye Wendi set up the sword formation, he left thirty-six flying swords around him, and the remaining twenty-eight flying swords shot at Chen Yuan, which looked no different from Chang Geng's method.

Chen Yuan was relieved, flapped his wings, and performed the teleportation technique in succession to deal with the flying swords.

A true sword formation can block and suppress, or even form its own world. The sword formation set up by Ye Wendi looks grand, but in fact it is just a form. Chen Yuan comes and goes freely.

Yang Liqian's heart sank. Chen Yuan has defeated Chang Geng in the same way. If he continues to waste time like this, Ye Wendi will definitely lose.

Is this the only strength of the first true disciple of Cangjian Palace?

On the opposite mountain, Sect Master Mu looked solemn and asked in a low voice: "Elder Yan, if this continues, will Junior Brother Ye repeat the same mistake?"

Elder Yan narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "It is not Sect Master Mu's turn to teach how to act."

Sect Master Mu's face changed slightly, and he immediately clasped his fists and bowed: "Mu made a mistake for a moment, please forgive me, Elder Yan, but the fight is related to the spirit stone vein, I am also worried, and I have no other intentions."

While the two were talking, Chen Yuan had already performed several teleportation techniques, and he was in the sword formation, but he was unharmed.

Everyone was numb. How strong was Chen Yuan's true essence to be able to perform the teleportation technique continuously? It even made people doubt that he could teleport all the way from here to Hanzhou in the far north.

Ye Wendi turned a blind eye to this, his face was cold and calm.

His face was like a piece of ice, without any temperature.

After a hundred breaths, the sixty-four flying swords gradually dimmed, and the speed of escape slowed down a lot. Chen Yuan dodged more easily.

At this moment, the twenty-eight flying swords chasing Chen Yuan paused, flew back, and rejoined the sword formation, circling around Ye Wendi.

Chen Yuan stopped teleporting and stopped, looking at Ye Wendi with a frown.

He didn't think that the true disciple of the Cangjian Palace would admit defeat.

Sect Master Mu couldn't help but say again: "Elder Yan, this..."

Elder Yan ignored it and just stared at Ye Wendi closely.

Ye Wendi raised his right hand, clasped his five fingers together, as if catching a wisp of invisible wind, and the magic gestures in his hand changed continuously.

He suddenly said: "Ye has just learned a magical power, and has not yet mastered it. Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

After that, the spell in his hand changed, and the sixty-four flying swords trembled together, gathered in the middle, and condensed into a giant sword about ten feet long, hanging above Ye Wendi's head, and the light flowed.

Ye Wendi looked solemn, and the spell in his hand changed again and again. He stared at the giant sword closely, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was very tired.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and suddenly he flapped his wings, teleported behind Ye Wendi, his arms covered with dark light, and raised his hand to grab it!

But as soon as he teleported over, the giant sword made a clear sound, and countless powerful sword qi burst out, forming a sword qi storm, protecting Ye Wendi in the middle.

The sword qi storm was extremely sharp, piercing Chen Yuan's arm, making a hissing sound, constantly wearing away the black light, and soon only a thin layer was left.

After all, the dark light is not a real space crack, and it is difficult to resist the endless sword qi.

There were also subtle sword qi that shot at Chen Yuan, cutting Chen Yuan's robes and leaving a shallow blood mark.

These blood marks seemed insignificant, but in an instant, dozens of sword qi shot at him, leaving dense wounds.

There were also overlapping wounds, with blood and flesh rolling, which looked extremely creepy.

Chen Yuan had to step aside to avoid this terrifying sword qi storm.

The sword qi storm lasted for more than ten breaths before it subsided.

Chen Yuan also expelled all the remaining sword qi in the wound, and healed it all without leaving a trace.

After he refined Kunpeng's true blood, not only did his physical strength increase greatly, but his vitality was also extremely abundant. This kind of subtle wound can be healed in a moment.

He suspected that if he continued to refine the blood of the true spirit, he might obtain the magical power of the immortal body, and even the immortality of the physical body and rebirth by dripping blood, which was not impossible.

After the sword qi storm dissipated, Ye Wendi's figure reappeared.

The giant sword in front of him, which was about ten feet long, turned into a three-foot green blade at this moment, with a sharp breath and shining cold light.

Sect Master Mu said in shock: "Simplify the complex, combine two into one?"

He himself is a sword cultivator, and he recognized Ye Wendi's method at a glance.

But even he, a Yuanying cultivator, is far from the realm of simplifying the complex. How did Ye Wendi perform it?

Elder Yan said lightly: "It's just a trick, Sect Master Mu, don't be surprised."

Above the canyon, Ye Wendi looked at the flying sword, and a trace of pity appeared on his cold face, as if he was looking at his beloved woman.

His face was full of fatigue, and even his eyes were weak, as if he had been drained of his energy.

But the next moment, his eyes turned cold, and he slapped the invisible wind on the flying sword, and pointed a point: "Cut!"

A clear sword sound came out, and the flying sword flashed and appeared above Chen Yuan's head, chopping it off.

Chen Yuan frowned, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He did not dodge, but raised his hand to grab the flying sword.

A layer of dark light appeared on his arm, as if he was wearing a black arm armor, and even his right hand was covered with a layer of black, which looked extremely strange.

Clang!

The flying sword slashed on the black light, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

The sword light flashed, and the dark light shattered. The sword passed by, leaving a deep wound on Chen Yuan's arm, and the white bones could be vaguely seen.

This sword is so sharp that it can even cut off the dark light!

Chen Yuan's face changed, and he flapped his wings and teleported dozens of feet away to avoid the sword.

But the next moment, the flying sword also flashed above Chen Yuan's head and slashed again.

Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique in succession, but the flying sword was like a thorn in the bone, and it flashed over and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

Chen Yuan's eyes became sharp, and he suddenly teleported behind Ye Wendi and raised his hand to grab it.

But the flying sword flashed between him and Ye Wendi and slashed over. Chen Yuan did not dare to block it and could only teleport again to avoid it.

Ye Wendi said lightly: "This is the life sword technique of my Cangjian Palace. It follows the breath and follows you like a shadow. Even if you go to heaven or earth, you can't avoid it. Daoist friend, don't force it."

Sect Master Mu was horrified: "Is this the legendary life sword technique? It is said that only Yuanying cultivators can master this technique. It is a sword of absolute killing. The sword will hit the target when it is out. How can Junior Brother Ye perform it?"

Elder Yan smiled slightly: "Wendi is a genius. The magical power that others cannot comprehend in the infant stage can't be difficult for him."

On the opposite mountain, Yang Liqian almost couldn't suppress the smile on his lips when he heard Ye Wendi's words.

As a Yuanying cultivator, he is also a very cunning person, but his mind is affected by the thousand-year-old thunder. He is worried that Chen Yuan will win, and he doesn't care about hiding his feelings anymore.

He had heard of the art of life sword, which was a secret sword cultivation magic of the Cangjian Palace, specially used to deal with great cultivators. The sword would hit the target, either killing or injuring. Even the Yuanying elders of the Cangjian Palace were not all able to master it.

Ye Wendi used this magic, and even if Chen Yuan mastered the art of teleportation, it would be difficult to escape.

Yuan Xiang had been keeping an eye on Yang Liqian since Zhang Wushan ridiculed him just now.

Chen Yuan was in danger, but Yang Liqian showed a happy expression, which made him more certain that this man must have other plans.

But he didn't bother to explore the matter now. His thoughts just turned and his eyes returned to Chen Yuan.

If Chen Yuan lost the fight, he would have to give away two treasures, and give them to the master of Mu, who had a deep conflict with him. He would lose face and suffer heavy losses, and he was very nervous.

...

Above the canyon, Chen Yuan kept using the art of teleportation to avoid the flying swords chasing him, and repeatedly flashed to Ye Wendi's side, but was blocked by the flying swords.

The speed of the flying sword flashing was getting faster and faster. Almost as soon as he appeared, the flying sword followed closely behind him.

The sword energy burst out, and the brand new robes he had just put on were torn into pieces, making him extremely embarrassed.

Swish!

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported dozens of feet away. The flying sword followed him like a shadow and chopped him down.

This time the flying sword was very fast. He didn't have time to perform the teleportation technique again. He raised his hand to block it. The dark light was shattered, and a deep wound was left on his arm.

But at the same time, the light flowing on the flying sword also dimmed slightly.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and his wings behind him fluttered. Just as the flying sword chopped again, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared dozens of feet away.

The teleportation technique requires the consumption of true energy, with an interval of about half a breath. It is not always possible to dodge in time. This is the third time Chen Yuan has been chopped by a flying sword.

There are two wounds on his right arm and one wound on his left arm. The deep bone is visible and blood is dripping.

Seeing this, Zhang Wushan clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, his face full of worry, but he dared not persuade Chen Yuan to admit defeat, lest he be hurt again.

Yang Liqian's face was full of concern: "Master Yuan, you should persuade Chen Xiaoyou to admit defeat. If he drags on, his life may be in danger."

Yuan Xiang's eyes flashed with displeasure: "Why doesn't Elder Yang persuade him in person?"

Yang Liqian smiled and said: "It is inconvenient for Yang to come forward. Chen Xiaoyou is now a guest elder of the Yuan family. It is legitimate for Master Yuan to come forward to persuade him."

Yuan Xiang sighed and said loudly: "Elder Chen, don't take risks. You must put your own safety first!"

He couldn't let Chen Yuan admit defeat directly, so he could only remind him tactfully.

But Chen Yuan turned a deaf ear to it. After dodging the flying sword twice, he was caught up by the flying sword again and had no time to teleport away.

He raised his hand and grabbed it. A blue long spear appeared out of thin air in front of him. It swelled in the wind and turned into a giant spear of three feet long. With the sound of the surging waves, it rushed towards the flying sword.

Clang!

A loud noise was heard, and the giant spear flew backwards, with a gap on the blade.

The seemingly fragile flying sword was intact, but the sword light was slightly dimmed, and it continued to slash at Chen Yuan.

"Brother Chen!"

Zhang Wushan cried out in surprise. Chen Yuan did not take this opportunity to teleport away, but closed his wings and blocked in front of him.

Yuan Xiang's pupils shrank, ready to rescue people at any time.

The flying sword slashed on the black wings, the sword light shone brightly, and countless sword energy burst out, but the black wings were like a bottomless abyss, swallowing all the sword energy.

In just a breath of time, the sharp aura of the flying sword dissipated by half.

Chen Yuan spread his wings, raised his hand to grab the flying sword, and the dark light on his arm dimmed slightly, but it did not break apart like before.

He flapped his wings and teleported in front of Ye Wendi.

The two were less than ten feet apart, and Chen Yuan could reach out and grab his neck, just like he did before against Chang Geng.

But he didn't do it. He just looked at Ye Wendi, stretched out his hand to hand over the flying sword, and the dark light on his hand faded. He smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Ye Wendi was silent for a while, raised his hand to take the flying sword, and said lightly: "I lost."

After performing the Life Sword Technique, he fell into weakness, his breath was weak, even worse than the foundation-building cultivator.

Chen Yuan then understood why this technique was called the sword of absolute killing. Once the sword was cast, it was a life-and-death battle, leaving no room for maneuver.

Ye Wendi retracted the flying sword into his Dantian and asked, "What kind of magical power did Daoist Chen use to block the art of life sword?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you." Chen Yuan said.

Ye Wendi nodded and bowed with his fists: "Daoyou Chen, if you have time in the future, you can come to the Cangjian Palace as a guest. Ye will prepare a bed for you."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting with his fists: "Daoyou Ye's art of life sword is extremely mysterious. I admire you very much. I will definitely visit you in the future and sit down and discuss with Daoist Ye."

He used the devouring magical power to break the art of life sword. Except for the Zhuyan True Fire, he also showed all his trump cards. He admired Ye Wendi very much.

He refined two kinds of true spirit blood, both of which were the most powerful first-class true spirits, and his physical body was greatly enhanced.

The power of the devouring magical power based on the physical body increased greatly, so that it could devour most of the sword energy of the art of life sword.

If Kun Feng were here, he would only have Kunpeng's true blood in his body, and his body would be far inferior to Chen Yuan. Even if he used the Devouring Divine Power, he would die under Ye Wendi's flying sword.

Ye Wendi is just a cultivator, but his strength is superior to the descendants of the True Spirits of the same level. Looking at the entire human world, there are very few of them.

But Ye Wendi frowned when he heard this: "What's the point of sitting and talking about Taoism? I just want to have another exchange with Fellow Daoist Chen. Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't hold back."

Chen Yuan was stunned, then smiled and said: "Okay, okay, Fellow Daoist Ye is a master of swordsmanship, and I also want to experience it again."

"It's a deal." Ye Wendi showed a stiff smile and turned to fly to the top of the mountain.

He came to Elder Yan and bowed: "My disciple failed to win, please punish me, Master."

He apologized, but his tone was very calm.

Elder Yan did not mean to blame him, but smiled: "You have done your best, don't blame yourself."

"This Chen Yuan is so strong that he is rare in the world. He forced you to use the Life Sword Technique and gave you a defeat. What's the harm in losing this spiritual stone mine?"

Ye Wendi said: "After my disciple understood the Life Sword Technique, he never had the opportunity to use it, and there was no opponent worthy of my disciple. I thought that there would be no rivals below the Nascent Soul."

"Until today, I know that there are always people better than you, and the Life Sword Technique is not invincible."

Elder Yan nodded slightly: "The world of immortal cultivation is full of hidden talents. We cultivators are just people seeking the truth. Compared with the great Dao of heaven and earth, we are as small as ants."

"Even Chen Yuan dare not say that he is invincible below the Nascent Soul stage, so you must not relax at all."

"I will form a Nascent Soul after I go back." Ye Wendi said, "I still have a question. Master, do you know what kind of magical power Chen Yuan used to block the Life Sword Technique?"

Elder Yan shook his head: "I don't know, but he practiced the "Demon God Art", which should be the innate magical power of the Kunyu clan."

Ye Wendi said lightly: "After I form a Nascent Soul, I will go to the Sea of ​​​​Ten Thousand Monsters."

Master Mu listened to the conversation between the two people beside him, and his face became more and more ugly.

The master and disciple did not care about the outcome of the battle at all, but he was heartbroken.

Shifeng Mountain lost the opportunity to share the spiritual stone vein, and the path of the cultivator surnamed Zeng was destroyed, although he did not have much hope of forming a Nascent Soul.

The most important thing is that he has to compensate Yuan Xiang with a bottle of Chengyang Pill. For a Yuanying cultivator, this is also a very heavy loss.

On the opposite mountain, Chen Yuan has returned to the top of the mountain and changed into a brand new robe.

He came to Yuan Xiang and bowed: "I am fortunate to have fulfilled my mission."

Yuan Xiang smiled: "Chen Xiaoyou, you don't have to be polite. You have made great contributions to the victory of this battle. Yuan will report to Haoran Sect truthfully, ask for credit for Chen Xiaoyou, and reward him handsomely!"

He is in a very good mood now. Although Haoran Sect occupies the majority of the spiritual stone veins, although the Yuan family cannot get the top-grade spiritual stones, they can get a lot of medium-grade and high-grade spiritual stones every year.

This time, the face of Mu Zongzhu was severely cut. That bottle of Chengyang Pill was enough to save Yuan Xiang a hundred years of hard practice.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang flew to the top of the canyon and bowed to Elder Yan: "Elder Yan, do you have any objection to the outcome of the fight?"

Elder Yan said indifferently: "The Yuan family won this fight, and the spiritual stone vein also belongs to the Yuan family."

Yuan Xiang smiled slightly and looked at Sect Master Mu again: "Please withdraw your sect's cultivators from the spiritual stone vein within three days, and I will send someone to receive it."

"Please send that bottle of Chengyang Pill to the Yuan family within one year."

Sect Master Mu came in front of Yuan Xiang, raised his hand and threw out a jade bottle, and said coldly: "These are five Chengyang Pills. The remaining five, Mu will send them to the Yuan family within the agreed period."

Yuan Xiang caught the jade bottle, opened the cork, and checked it very carefully.

Sect Master Mu narrowed his eyes, and a trace of anger flashed across his eyes.

The spiritual energy of the Yuanying period pill is so rich, and the red clouds are lingering. With a sweep of his consciousness, he can distinguish the authenticity of the pill.

Yuan Xiang's careful inspection was meant to embarrass him.

After a long while, Yuan Xiang put the jade bottle away and said with a smile: "Master Mu is generous and magnanimous, and his promises are worth a thousand gold. If there is such a good thing in the future, don't forget Yuan."

Master Mu snorted coldly and turned to fly back.

As soon as he lowered the escape light, Elder Yan bowed and said lightly: "Master Mu, the fight is over. Yan needs to return to the sect to report. I will leave now."

After that, he drove the escape light and flew away, followed by Ye Wendi and Chang Geng.

Master Mu's face became even gloomier. He turned his head, looked at Chen Yuan deeply, and said coldly: "Let's go too."

He turned and fled away, and the monk surnamed Zeng followed silently.

Yuan Xiang laughed loudly, returned to the top of the mountain, and said to Yang Liqian: "Elder Yang has come from afar, and I am not treating you well. Please move to Fengyuan Mountain Range, so that I can make up for it."

Yang Liqian forced a smile: "Master Yuan's kindness, I appreciate it, but I have to return to the sect to report, so I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he, like Sect Master Mu, looked at Chen Yuan deeply, and then fled away. (End of this chapter)