Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Thousands of cultivators gathered around Wanzhu Peak.

From Jindan to Qi Refining, almost all the Haoran Sect cultivators who had no duties and were not in seclusion gathered around, looking at the top of Wanzhu Peak, and the sound of discussion arose.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Everyone looked up and saw that the iron-gray dark clouds slowly gathered, with Wanzhu Peak as the center, expanding outward, and soon covered a radius of thirty miles, and continued to spread outward, but the speed was much slower.

The leaden clouds hung low, covering the sky and the sun, and there was no sunlight. The sky and the earth were dark, the air was stagnant and heavy, and only a little bright silver light flashed from time to time in the clouds, occasionally illuminating the earth.

Everyone retreated at the same time, and the Qi Refining cultivators gathered on the surrounding peaks performed the light body technique to escape from the range covered by the dark clouds.

Yan Tongchun sneered, and his figure slowly retreated, his eyes fixed on Wanzhu Peak.

He was also preparing for the formation of the infant. He could tell at a glance that this was the second disaster. The heavenly thunder disaster was brewing. Chen Yuan had already broken his elixir and transformed into an infant, and was going through the Yin Fire disaster.

This was the wrath of heaven and earth. The three disasters came one after another without stopping. After one disaster, another disaster came. The first disaster had not yet been overcome, and the second disaster was already brewing.

Yan Tongchun was very happy, but also mixed with a trace of jealousy.

This disaster cloud covered an area of ​​thirty miles in a short period of time and continued to expand. How deep was Chen Yuan's foundation to attract such a strong disaster.

For ordinary cultivators to form infants, the disaster cloud covering ten miles was the limit.

Yan Tongchun thought that he had a deep foundation, but according to the records of the true disciples of the Haoran Sect when they formed infants, he might be able to attract a disaster cloud of thirty miles, or even not be able to do it.

Chen Yuan was just a casual cultivator. The celestial phenomenon of forming an infant was so huge. Doesn't it mean that his foundation is much deeper than his?

Yan Tongchun now only hopes that Chen Yuan will be burned to ashes by the Yin Fire or killed by the Tribulation Thunder. He must not let this person succeed in forming a baby!

"It's quite a big momentum. I want to see if you can hold on!"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded in Yan Tongchun's ears. He was startled and turned his head. Yang Liqian came to his side without knowing when.

Yan Tongchun hurriedly saluted: "Disciple greets Uncle Yang."

Yang Liqian waved his hand, his eyes never leaving Wanzhu Peak for a moment: "Nephew Yan, you follow Uncle and take a good look at how Chen Yuan died under the three disasters!"

"Yes." Yan Tongchun also laughed.

He stood up and spread his consciousness, but did not find the figure of the master.

This is also normal. The master lives in seclusion and usually meditates and practices in the cave. He never shows up unless necessary, and will not join in the fun, even if he is very concerned about Chen Yuan's affairs.

But Yan Tongchun saw Zhang Wushan, who flew from a distance and stopped at the edge of the dark clouds, staring at Wanzhu Peak with a solemn expression and worry in his eyes.

Yan Tongchun's smile became even more intense. He knew that Zhang Wushan and Chen Yuan had a close personal relationship. Seeing his friend die with his own eyes, he must feel very uncomfortable, right?

...

At the top of Wanzhu Peak, in the cave.

Chen Yuan didn't know that the calamity clouds were gathering in the sky. At this moment, he was wrapped in black flames from inside to outside, and he had no time to pay attention to other things.

He felt like Sun Wukong thrown into the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, burning his body with Yin fire, and living a life worse than death.

He finally experienced a little bit of his opponent, but the Yin fire did not burn his soul. This calamity only targeted the cultivator's physical body.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and let the Yin fire burn his body.

He didn't have any treasures that could resist the Yin fire, and the Yin fire was born out of thin air. He couldn't escape, so he could only survive it.

But Chen Yuan suspected that even if he had such a treasure, it might not be useful.

His Yin Fire Tribulation was different from others. Whether it was the experience of forming a baby that Zhang Wushan gave him, or the story told by Shipingshan people at the baby forming banquet, or the records in the Yuan family jade slips, the Yin Fire Tribulation of these cultivators only burned the body, but would not enter the meridians.

Chen Yuan's Yin Fire Tribulation, on the other hand, burned every inch of his meridians, bones, and flesh. This world seemed to be particularly angry about his forming a baby, and wanted to burn him to death.

But he refined two kinds of true spirit blood, and his physical strength had surpassed all the Jindan body cultivators from ancient times to the present, and even all the seventh-level monsters.

This Yin Fire, which was enough to burn other Jindan cultivators to death in an instant, could not put Chen Yuan to death. It could only erode his body bit by bit and devour his vitality and blood.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...

An hour later, if it were other cultivators, the Yin Fire Tribulation would have ended, but Chen Yuan was still wrapped in the Yin Fire.

He endured the pain of the Yin Fire burning his body, but his expression was somewhat puzzled.

He found that while the Yin Fire burned the vitality and blood, it also burned the impurities in his body.

Under the tempering of the Yin Fire, his body continued to strengthen. But the speed was extremely slow and difficult to detect.

Chen Yuan's heart emerged with the words of Qingliu Jushi: "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one is escaped from man. The three disasters are both disasters and opportunities..."

In the experience of forming the infant, he never mentioned that the Yin Fire could temper the body.

Did these Yuanying cultivators deliberately conceal it, or did they not discover the tempering effect of the Yin Fire?

Chen Yuan was more inclined to the second explanation. The Yin Fire tempered the body very slowly, and it did not have much effect after an hour.

But starting from an hour, the speed of the Yin Fire burning the vitality became faster and faster, and the tempering of the body became faster and faster.

It was as if Chen Yuan had taken one pill after another of body-tempering elixirs, or elixirs refined from thousands of years of body-tempering elixirs, and his physical body was rapidly strengthening.

Another hour passed, and Chen Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore. His physical body was much stronger than before, but his vitality and blood were also burned a lot by the Yin Fire.

He is now like a blazing fire. It seems to be strong and blazing, but the firewood underneath is getting less and less. When all the firewood is burned, the fire will be extinguished.

By then, he will become a physically powerful but lifeless corpse.

Chen Yuan stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, and his black hair turned into snow-white color. The strength of his physical body was greatly increased, and the Yin Fire's devouring of Chen Yuan's vitality was greatly weakened.

Chen Yuan's ferocious expression became calmer, but feeling the intense consumption of true energy in his body, he couldn't help but feel his heart sinking.

The reason why he struggled for an hour before stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood was because he didn't want to consume too much true energy.

After the monk broke the pill and transformed into an infant, his cultivation level was between that of Jiedan and Nascent Soul, and his true essence was also between that of Jiedan and Nascent Soul, which was extremely special.

Before the three disasters are overcome, neither the hundred-year spiritual milk, the thousand-year spiritual milk, or other spiritual objects that restore true energy are of any use.

If you want to survive the third level of disaster, you can only rely on the monk's own true energy. This is also a punishment sent by heaven and earth.

This Yin Fire Tribulation lasts so long with no end in sight. If it continues like this, Chen Yuan will run out of true energy if he cannot survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.

He looked at his hands wrapped in dark flames, his thoughts racing, but he couldn't find a way to deal with it.

Yin fire is born out of thin air, invisible and insubstantial, and cannot be touched by magic weapons. Only a few extremely rare spiritual objects can resist the burning of Yin fire.

Can we just resign ourselves to fate and struggle to support ourselves?

Chen Yuan's expression was changing. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and the true energy flowed in his body. On his hands, Zhu Yan's true fire rose up. Then he raised his hand and patted his dantian, and Zhu Yan's true fire poured into his body.

Driving Zhu Yan's true fire would consume more true energy, but this was the only way he could come up with.

Yin Fire is formless and has no quality. Although it is not a divine soul, it has similar properties.

Zhu Yan's true fire can follow the connection between the divine consciousness and burn the soul. It may also be effective against Yin fire.

As expected by Chen Yuan, after Zhu Yan's true fire entered his body, it rushed towards the ubiquitous Yin Fire like a hungry tiger, burning it into nothingness.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed and activated his true energy crazily. Zhu Yanzhen fire poured into his body continuously, burning the yin fire.

No matter how precious the infant-forming spiritual object is, it can only passively resist the Yin Fire, but Zhu Yan's True Fire can actively burn away the Yin Fire.

Even if there is a disaster coming from heaven and earth, they can only retreat in front of Zhu Yan's true fire.

The burning of Chen Yuan's vitality by the Yin Fire suddenly weakened a lot, the pain was greatly reduced, and the effect of tempering the body was also reduced.

But Chen Yuan couldn't care about anything else at the moment. If he allowed the Yin Fire Tribulation to continue, he would die without even seeing the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.

When Zhu Yan's true fire swallowed up the last ray of Yin Fire, the Yin Fire Tribulation finally stopped, but it also burned most of Chen Yuan's essence and blood.

His face was as pale as paper and his appearance was haggard, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.

But before he could rest for a moment, a bright silver arc passed through the thick mountain wall and appeared in the training room. Yao Jiao fell on Chen Yuan like a dragon and snake!

Boom!

The thunder came belatedly and exploded in Chen Yuan's ears.

Chen Yuan's body suddenly stiffened. The sky thunder did not hurt his physical body, but it passed through the meridians and entered the Dantian. With anger and judgment, it struck at the newly born Nascent Soul!

This is the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, which does not harm the physical body, but only splits the Nascent Soul.

The newborn Nascent Soul is extremely fragile and will disappear as soon as it is struck by lightning.

There are very few treasures that can weaken the thunder tribulation, so this disaster is extremely difficult. Many monks can survive the Yin Fire Tribulation when they have babies, but it is difficult to survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.

Chen Yuan did not expect that the thunder tribulation would come so quickly. According to the experience of the Yuan family's Yuan Ying monks, the thunder would only fall after three breaths of the Yin Fire Tribulation.

But he had just driven Zhu Yan's true fire to swallow up the last ray of Yin Fire. Before he could take a moment to breathe, the Tribulation Thunder fell. If it were other monks here, they would definitely not be able to deal with it.

As Chen Yuan thought, Kunpeng, who was swimming in the sea of ​​true essence, suddenly let out a long groan and rose into the air. Peng opened his mouth and sucked in, and the tribulation thunder that hit Yuanying was bent midway and was swallowed by it.

The situation was urgent, so he could only use the Devouring Magical Power to let Kunpeng swallow the thunder.

Fortunately, the power of this first calamity thunder was not too great. After being swallowed by Kunpeng, the dark body only turned silvery white, and it did not reach the upper limit of what it could withstand, and there was still some strength left.

Chen Yuan immediately drove Yuanying to sneak into the sea of ​​true energy and hide.

This is the best way to deal with the thunder tribulation. The thunder tribulation can break through all means, and any formations or magical powers are useless.

This is the punishment imposed by heaven and earth on the monks for going against the will of heaven. They can only rely on their own foundation to bear it. Only the magic weapon connected with the monk's heart and blood can withstand the tribulation thunder, and the pure true essence can dispel the tribulation thunder.

Chen Yuan has no magic weapon of his own, but he has refined the blood of two kinds of true spirits. Zhu Yan and Kunpeng can help him overcome the calamity, but for the rest, he has to rely on the sea of ​​true energy.

Boom!

As soon as the first tribulation thunder was swallowed by Kunpeng, the second tribulation thunder followed.

Chen Yuan thought, Kunpeng retreated, and Zhu Yan stepped forward, beating his chest and roaring, his whole body covered with white flames, and punched out.

The second thunderbolt was much more powerful. It struck Zhu Yan, and a small part of it was burned by the white flame. The remaining arc was enough to make Zhu Yan's hair all over his body burnt black and bloody.

Zhu Yan was seriously injured, but he still roared, and his eyes were full of ferocity, and he was eager to fight.

Zhu Yan's palm was the way of killing, and he was the most ferocious among the true spirits!

Boom!

The third thunderbolt struck immediately, and its power increased. Zhu Yan wanted to meet it, but was stopped by Chen Yuan. Kunpeng opened his huge mouth and swallowed this thunderbolt.

Although he refined the blood of these two true spirits, the true spirit shadow still had some spirituality, just like a magic weapon. The higher the level, the more spiritual it is.

After Kunpeng swallowed this thunderbolt, the silver-white color on his body became more and more brilliant, almost covering up the original black.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled. Kunpeng could only swallow one more thunderbolt at most, which was the limit.

While Kunpeng was swallowing the thunderbolt, Zhu Yan roared, clasped his hands together, and the white flames on his body surged, gathered into a ball, and then slowly stretched out, turning into a flaming axe several feet long.

Boom!

The fourth thunderbolt fell without stopping.

Zhu Yan roared, held the flaming axe with both hands, and swung it hard!

It was unclear whether the thunderbolt hit the flaming axe, or the flaming axe hit the thunderbolt. The two collided heavily, and the thunderbolt broke from it, like a giant python broken into two pieces, one falling into the sea of ​​true essence, and the other falling on Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan was bathed in the thunderbolt, and his injuries became more serious, but he didn't care. He held the flaming axe in one hand and roared to the sky.

After the thunderbolt fell into the sea of ​​true essence, the sea level suddenly dropped, at least 10% of the true essence was wiped out, but the thunderbolt also disappeared into thin air.

Boom! Boom!

The fifth and sixth thunderbolts came almost at the same time. Zhu Yan met them fearlessly, swinging the giant flaming axe and splitting both thunderbolts in half.

The thunderbolts fell on Zhu Yan, and his injuries became more serious, almost seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The two thunderbolts fell into the sea of ​​true essence, and another 20% of true essence was wiped out.

Zhu Yan lowered his head, opened his mouth and sucked, and the sea of ​​true essence raised a huge wave and poured into his mouth.

Zhu Yan's injuries immediately recovered as before, and his white hair was like snow, surrounded by Zhu Yan's true fire.

But the sea level of the sea of ​​true essence also dropped again, and Chen Yuan only had 30% of true essence to resist the remaining thunderbolts.

The only good news was that the seventh thunderbolt did not fall immediately, and Chen Yuan finally had a brief respite.

At the same time, outside Chen Yuan's cave, it had become a doomsday scene.

Within a hundred miles of Wanzhu Peak, dark clouds piled up like mountains.

The sun was completely blocked, and the night fell early, and it was pitch dark.

The low-level cultivators had retreated a hundred miles away, and only the Yuanying elders gathered around Wanzhu Peak.

All the Yuanying elders who had not yet closed their doors or gone out were alarmed and gathered here.

Qingliu and Elder Yan were among them, Zhang Wushan followed Qingliu, and Yan Tongchun and Elder Yan stood together, all silent, staring at the top of Wanzhu Peak.

Only Yang Liqian's roar spread: "Chen Yuan, I swear to kill you!"

Just now, the thundercloud that spread to more than 80 miles suddenly stagnated, and then a giant dragon-like thunder fell directly to the top of Wanzhu Peak, and the thunder spread for a hundred miles, as if the world was roaring.

The brilliant silver light illuminated the earth, and the graceful thunder was deeply imprinted in the pupils of all the cultivators.

The next moment, the thundercloud suddenly spread a hundred miles in radius, and the darkness cast by the dark clouds suddenly expanded, greedily devouring the light.

Most of the Haoran Sect's mountain gate was enveloped by thunderclouds.

Then came the thunderbolts, one after another, faster and more violent than the last, but after landing on the top of Wanzhu Peak, they suddenly disappeared without even destroying a single flower, grass, stone or bamboo.

Everyone knew that these thunderbolts had entered Chen Yuan's body, and his Dantian must have been turned upside down.

Until the sixth thunderbolt fell, the heavenly thunderbolt stopped temporarily.

The dark clouds above Wanzhu Peak emitted wisps of electric arcs, which slowly rotated and turned into a vortex composed entirely of lightning.

Wanzhu Peak was intact under the thunderbolts, but the other peaks around it suffered.

A large amount of thunder power gathered in the hundred-mile thunderclouds. In addition to the thunderbolts that mixed with the heavenly tribulation power and struck Chen Yuan, there were also many thunderbolts that overflowed, forming a series of heavenly thunderbolts that did not contain the heavenly tribulation power, which fell down.

Only the thunderbolts containing the power of heavenly tribulation will not harm everything, but only strike the Nascent Soul.

These ordinary heavenly thunderbolts dare not compete with the thunderbolts for targets, and fall aimlessly. The mountains within ten miles around Wanzhu Peak collapsed, the grass and trees broke, and it was a mess.

The only two thousand-foot peaks attracted the most heavenly thunderbolts and suffered the most damage.

The formations set up by Yang Liqian and another Nascent Soul elder were destroyed by the endless heavenly thunderbolts. The top of the mountain was almost flattened, and the cave was completely destroyed.

The power of these heavenly thunderbolts was not too great. Each heavenly thunderbolt was only equivalent to a blow from a late Jindan cultivator.

But in the mountain gate, who would set up a Nascent Soul formation? They would only protect the cave.

The formation outside the cave of the two people could only resist the Jindan cultivators, mainly to block the divine consciousness to avoid being disturbed during the retreat.

Under the endless heavenly thunderbolts, the formation was quickly broken, the cave collapsed, and everything in the cave was destroyed by the heavenly thunder.

Of course, the truly valuable treasure must be placed in the mustard seed ring, but the destruction of the cave was a severe blow to the face of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and Yang Liqian was furious.

But he was just furious, but he didn't dare to really kill Chen Yuan. Instead, he stopped dozens of miles away and didn't dare to get close.

The calamity cloud had not dispersed. If the Nascent Soul cultivator dared to approach Wanzhu Peak, he would be locked by the heavenly calamity and be struck by calamity thunder, and he would definitely die.

The other Nascent Soul elder whose cave was destroyed was slightly better, but his face was also extremely gloomy. He stared at Wanzhu Peak and was obviously in a very bad mood.

But everyone else was shocked, especially the Nascent Soul elders.

They had never heard that a cultivator could condense a hundred miles of calamity cloud when forming a baby.

Is Chen Yuan really just a casual cultivator?

Even the true disciples of the ten major sects have no such background!

At this moment, the lightning vortex above Wanzhu Peak suddenly paused, and the silver arc condensed into a calamity thunder, which fell down like a silver spear, piercing straight into Chen Yuan's cave!

The bright lightning reflected in Yang Liqian's pupils, and he finally calmed down.

He thought of the time when he was forming a baby, when he almost died under nine heavenly thunder tribulations. He still felt scared when he recalled it.

The calamity cloud that Chen Yuan attracted was five times wider than his. This seventh thunder tribulation was much more violent than his ninth thunder tribulation.

He didn't believe that Chen Yuan could survive the heavenly thunder tribulation. No one could survive such a heavenly thunder tribulation.

He didn't need to be angry. The heaven and earth would naturally punish Chen Yuan.

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Zhu Yan didn't have a single intact hair on his body. He lost a leg and a hand.

It opened its mouth and sucked, like a tornado, sucking in a large amount of true essence. All its injuries were healed. It beat its chest and roared, and its murderous aura soared into the sky.

But its originally solid body became much more illusory.

The sea level of the sea of ​​true essence dropped again. Chen Yuan had just blocked the seventh thunder tribulation, and only 15% of his true essence was left.

The eighth thunder tribulation did not fall immediately. Chen Yuan spread his consciousness and saw the vortex above Wanzhu Peak.

This world seemed to know that the endless thunderbolts could not do anything to Chen Yuan, so it accumulated strength first and then descended in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, the vortex paused, and the eighth thunderbolt descended, like a silver dragon descending into the world, the lightning was extremely bright, illuminating the dim earth with every detail.

The silver dragon passed through the thick stone wall, passed through Chen Yuan's body, and drilled into his dantian.

Zhu Yan was not afraid at all, and grabbed the long handle of the flaming axe with both hands, with fire snakes lingering on the blade, roaring and swinging it hard!

But the silver dragon looked down on everything, and Zhu Yan flew out backwards, the axe disintegrated into a ball of white flames, his body was entangled by lightning, and he roared in pain.

The silver dragon was only weakened by half, and fell into the sea of ​​true essence, like a meteorite falling from the sky, raising huge waves, the pure true essence and lightning annihilated each other, and the sea level dropped sharply.

When the silver dragon died, the sea of ​​true essence almost disappeared.

Chen Yuan's true energy was less than 10% left.

Zhu Yan stopped absorbing true energy. He dragged his wounded body and looked up at the barrier above that seemed to penetrate the Dantian, penetrated the thick mountain wall, and saw the vortex of lightning above Wanzhu Peak.

He roared to the sky, his fighting spirit was not reduced at all.

The vortex of lightning slowly rotated, gradually shrank, gradually dimmed, and condensed into a thunderbolt.

Compared with the eighth silver dragon-like thunderbolt, the ninth thunderbolt was much smaller, only as thick as a child's arm, and not bright enough.

But the pressure contained in it was twice that of the eighth thunderbolt.

The Yuanying elders dozens of miles away retreated together, all the way to the edge of the thundercloud, and then stopped.

They all felt the terrifying aura of the ninth thunderbolt, which was the most violent anger in this world, the most severe judgment and punishment!

Boom!

The ninth thunderbolt fell, and the thunder spread throughout the entire Haoran Sect Mountain Gate.

In Chen Yuan's Dantian, Zhu Yan was the first to meet it.

It only blocked for a moment, and its body collapsed.

Kunpeng opened his mouth and sucked hard, and half of the ninth thunderbolt was swallowed by him.

Kunpeng was covered with silver light, and his swallowing ability had reached its limit.

It flapped its wings, and a dark crack appeared in front of the ninth thunderbolt. The thunderbolt entered the crack and broke the crack again, leaving less than 30%.

Kunpeng let out a long and desolate groan, flapped his wings, teleported in front of the thunderbolt, and took the initiative to crash into it.

The next moment, Kunpeng's body collapsed, and less than 20% of the thunderbolt remained, falling into the thin sea of ​​true essence.

The true essence and thunderbolt were madly annihilated, and the sea surface dropped at an astonishing speed, revealing the Nascent Soul hidden in it.

As the last drop of true essence evaporated, the thunderbolt also dissipated.

The sea of ​​true essence dried up, and Zhu Yan and Kunpeng condensed again, their figures as illusory as smoke.

Over the Wanzhu Peak, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.

The second disaster, the heavenly thunder disaster, was successfully overcome.

The next moment, a blue river formed entirely of spiritual energy fell from the sky, passed through the stone wall, and wrapped Chen Yuan.

Successfully overcome the disaster, and the rain from heaven fell!

Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as straw dogs.

Heaven and earth are angry, and they will bring disasters, and they will also bring down nectar.

Rich spiritual energy poured into Chen Yuan's Dantian, and the sea of ​​true essence quickly became full. Zhu Yan and Kunpeng's bodies also solidified again, growing to a size of two hundred feet.

Chen Yuan's blood and essence burned by the Yin Fire quickly recovered, and his body even strengthened a little.

He let out a long breath, and a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart, and laughed out loud. He finally formed a Yuanying! (End of this chapter)