Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several rays of light flew out from the gate of Guanlan Sect.

At the same time, the originally invisible formation appeared, like an upside-down jade bowl, covering the entire Shuofeng City.

Those rays of light stopped beside him, and several monks appeared, all of whom were practicing alchemy.

The leader, a late-stage alchemy-forming monk, looked anxious: "Master, are you injured?"

The old man coughed twice, waved his hands, and kept his eyes fixed on the sky covered by wind and snow to the north of Shuofeng City.

He ordered in a low voice: "My master is fine, but the beast tide is coming. You will quickly dispatch the disciples of our sect to guard the four walls of the city, activate the formations in the city, protect the farmland of mortals from being affected, and recruit the monks in the city to jointly resist." Beast Tide.”

The expression of the monk in the late stage of pill formation changed: "Master, it has only been more than thirty years since the last beast wave, but the demon clan has moved south so quickly?"

The old man's face darkened: "Don't say any more words!"

"Yes!" The late-stage pill-forming monk didn't dare to ask anymore, so he immediately agreed and turned around to leave.

Several other alchemy cultivators clasped their fists and bowed, some flew back to the sect, some flew to Fangshi, and some flew to the city wall, each performing their duties to resist the beast tide.

Every tens or hundreds of years, a tide of beasts will move south, and Shuofeng City is close to the ice field. The monks of the Guanlan Sect have very rich experience in resisting the tide of beasts.

At this time, Chen Yuan, Chief Wei, and Xiao Chengmo had already walked out of the Ice Spirit Pavilion. Chen Yuan could clearly see that the old man's cultivation level was not low. He had reached the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul and had touched the bottleneck of the middle stage. However, the energy in his body was fluctuating. Obviously The injury was serious.

This man's spiritual consciousness was not as good as Chen Yuan's, and he was not aware of his spiritual exploration.

When Chen Yuan heard the conversation between the old man and everyone, a curiosity arose in his heart. He didn't expect that he would encounter a tide of beasts as soon as he arrived in Hanzhou.

However, as the monks in the late stage of Danjie said, a beast wave just broke out in Hanzhou more than thirty years ago.

Just thirty years have passed, and the number of low-level monsters has not exceeded the limit of the ice sheet. How could a new wave of monsters break out?

At this moment, a ray of light broke through the wind and snow and headed straight for Shuofeng City.

"Old Ghost Tang, you are looking for death!"

The light stopped over Shuofeng City, and a burly man appeared.

This man has white hair and white eyebrows, hanging casually on his shoulders. He has a strong back and a strong waist. He is wearing a snow-white cloak and looks very powerful.

He glared at the old man angrily and said word by word: "Old Ghost Tang, I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless. You actually sneaked into my cave and stole the cold grass!"

"Hand over the cold grass, and I will leave now. Otherwise, I will bloodbath this Shuofeng City, and the entire Guanlan Sect, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!"

His voice was like a muffled thunder, spreading throughout Shuofeng City.

The mortals in the city raised their hands to cover their chests, and many people fell limply to the ground, their hearts bursting and dying.

A dozen foundation-building monks held formation disks and flew to the east of the city to activate the formation to protect mortals from being affected.

In front of monks and monsters, mortals are too fragile.

Only those warriors with exceptionally strong bodies, protected by Shuofeng City's formation, suffered no casualties, but there was a look of pain on their faces.

All the monks in Shuofengfang City also heard this sentence and started talking about it.

"What is the cold grass?"

"Is that the head of the Guanlan Sect, Master Tang Daozhou?"

"Who is that white-haired man?"

"He calls himself the king. His pressure is so strong and his demonic aura is so strong. I don't know which demon king he is..."

But when Xiao Chengmo and Chief Wei heard what the white-haired man said, their expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Chen Yuan's heart moved and he bowed his hands: "You two fellow Taoists know the origin of this cold locust grass. I wonder if you can explain it to me?"

Chief Wei was surprised and said, "Fellow Taoist, you haven't heard of cold grass?"

Chen Yuan said: "I came from another state and want to hunt monsters in the ice plains. I don't know much about Hanzhou. This is the first time I heard the name of cold grass."

"It can make the transformed demon king go to war. This cold grass must be a thousand-year-old spiritual grass, right?"

Xiao Chengmo looked him up and down: "May I ask what your friend's name is? Which state do you come from?"

Chen Yuan weighed it, raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing his true face: "I am Chen Yuan, a casual cultivator from Renzhou."

He originally didn't want to reveal his identity, but something unexpected happened now, and there was no point in hiding his identity in front of Xiao Chengmo and Chief Wei. He simply told the truth, and he could also get some information from the two of them.

Xiao Chengmo's expression did not change: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chen. This cold grass is a thousand-year-old spiritual grass unique to Hanzhou. It is extremely rare and has a miraculous effect on ice attribute monks breaking through bottlenecks."

"Fellow Taoist comes from Renzhou, so naturally he has never heard of the name of cold grass."

Chen Yuan suddenly said: "So that's the case, no wonder the demon king in disguise was furious. It seems that the Tang Sect Master of Guanlan Sect stole a cold grass from the demon king in disguise, which made him angry. The demon king is chasing me."

The qualifications of the Ice Spiritual Root are comparable to those of the Earthly Spiritual Root, which is unique among the monks.

However, the aura of heaven and earth in Hanzhou contains the thin power of ice, which makes the number of ice spirit root monks here far more than in other states.

Moreover, Hanzhou is rich in ice-attribute spiritual grass and spiritual materials. It is much easier for ice spiritual root monks to cultivate than other monks.

Over time, almost half of the high-level monks in Hanzhou are Ice Spirit Root monks.

Since this cold locust grass has a miraculous effect on the ice spirit root monks to break through the bottleneck, it is not surprising that it has caused a fight between the Nascent Soul monks and the transformed demon king.

Xiao Chengmo looked up at the white-haired man. At this distance, the Danjie monk's spiritual consciousness could not detect him, but he could see clearly.

He frowned: "Mr. Wei, this should be the Xiong Lie Demon King, right?"

Director Wei said: "With white hair and white eyebrows and a burly figure, he must be the Demon King Xiong Lie. This demon looks rough and bold, but is actually extremely cunning."

"In the past few beast waves, Xiong Lie broke through three fortified cities and slaughtered three small sects."

"They are all waiting for the other transformed demon kings to consume them first, and then take advantage of them. The fisherman will benefit, and the demon beasts under his command will suffer very little loss."

After saying that, he glanced at Chen Yuan with a smile.

Just now in the Ice Spirit Pavilion, Chen Yuan's words were interrupted by Xiong Lie's angry shouting, but he still heard that Chen Yuan wanted to inquire about the transformed demon king.

Although something unexpected happened now, and even the Demon King in disguise appeared, Director Wei still did not forget his duty and wanted to make this deal with Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan also saw what Chief Wei meant, and he responded with a smile.

Xiao Chengmo nodded: "This Xiong Lie is cunning and cunning. Whether the cold locust grass was really stolen from his cave by the Tang Sect Master is a matter of debate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Daozhou shouted sternly: "Xiong Lie, don't spit on anyone! I went deep into the ice field several times before I found this cold grass. How could it be stolen from your cave?"

The white-haired man said angrily: "Fart! If I hadn't opened up Befufu and guarded the cold grass day and night, it would have been picked away long ago. What's your turn?"

"Could it be that when you picked off the cold grass, you didn't see the formation set up by this king?"

Tang Daozhou's face sank and he said coldly: "There is no harmony between humans and monsters. Now that this cold grass is in my hands, even if it is destroyed, it will never be returned to you!"

When the two spoke, their voices were so loud that they could be heard throughout the city.

Xiao Chengmo smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the cold locust grass was really stolen from Xiong Lie by Sect Master Tang. Xiong Lie prides himself on being smart, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a big loss this time."

Manager Wei frowned: "The cold grass must not be mature yet, otherwise Xiong Lie would have taken it away long ago."

"But if it's cold grass that's less than a thousand years old, it's not worth Xiong Lie's massive effort."

"It seems that Sect Leader Tang must have used some method to make this cold grass continue to grow after being picked."

Xiao Chengmo nodded slightly: "Maybe he used some kind of treasure to ripen this cold grass."

When Xiong Lie heard Tang Daozhou's answer, he laughed angrily: "Then I will wash Shuofeng City with blood!"

The cold grass was related to whether he could refine his bloodline and advance to the ninth level of demon king. It was stolen by Tang Daozhou, and hundreds of years of hard work were wasted. He was filled with murderous intent and his anger was hard to calm down.

Xiong Lie looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound spread thousands of miles. On the northern ice field, the monster broke through the wind and snow and headed straight for Shuofeng City!

Dozens of miles apart, the monks in Shuofeng City could not see this scene, but Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness was enough to cover a radius of two hundred miles, but he could see it clearly.

Thousands of demonic beasts gathered together, each one was about ten feet in size, ferocious and terrifying, like a raging wave, sweeping over, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, making Shuofeng City, which was a hundred miles in radius, seem so small.

A pill-forming monk from Guanlan Sect rushed to the north wall. Seeing this scene, he mobilized his true energy and shouted loudly: "The beast tide is coming, be on guard!"

Xiong Lie said coldly: "Old ghost Tang, I know that you are good at escaping and cannot catch up with you. I have already ordered my subordinates to gather together and go straight to Shuofeng City. I want to see if you will do that for that." I am willing to give up the Guanlan Sect!"

The monks in the city all became panicked. The beast tide was really coming!

At this moment, Tang Daozhou's disciple, the monk in the late stage of alchemy, came to the sky above Fangshi, clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "The tide of beasts is coming, and my lips are dead and my teeth are cold. I hope all fellow Taoists will lend a helping hand to fight against the tide of beasts!"

Some monks responded immediately, but more people responded in silence.

Tang Daozhou stole the spiritual grass from Xiong Lie and attracted a tide of beasts, but he got them involved. He was more or less resentful towards the Guanlan Sect.

The monks in the late stage of pill formation looked around and found very few people who responded, and most of them were monks who were good friends with the Guanlan Sect.

The other monks, especially those from the Ice Spirit Sect and the other five medium-sized sects, remained silent.

He glanced at Xiao Chengmo, clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, the beast tide is coming, I hope you will lend a helping hand!"

Xiao Chengmo frowned, then smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Han, please be patient and resist the tide of beasts. It is your duty to resist. Xiao will never stand idly by."

Naturally, he didn't want to get involved in this matter, but as an elder of the Ice Spirit Sect, he couldn't back down in the face of the beast tide.

This is the great mission of the Ice Spirit Sect, and it is the unshirkable responsibility of the largest sect in Hanzhou. It is also the fundamental reason why the Ice Spirit Sect can occupy 50% of the spirit stone veins in Hanzhou and directly control a small half of Hanzhou.

Xiao Chengmo spoke, and three of the other five medium-sized monks from the sects also echoed his words.

Many monks didn't recognize Xiao Chengmo and started talking about him: "Who is this Master Jiedan? He deserves so much attention from Master Han."

"He is standing with Director Wei of Ice Spirit Pavilion. Could it be that he is a monk from Ice Spirit Sect?"

"There is another person beside Master Xiao. Who is Master Jiedan?"

Someone guessed Xiao Chengmo's identity and explained: "Who else could the Ice Spirit Sect's Dan-Jie Zhenren named Xiao be? It must be Xiao Chengmo Xiao who killed three seventh-level monsters in Ice Spirit City during the last beast wave. Real person!”

"It's him? It is said that this Xiao Zhenren once fought with the true disciple of the Blood Flame Sect in Weizhou and won. That disciple is a true disciple of the ten major sects!"

Shuofeng City gathers cultivators from all over Hanzhou, and there are many well-informed people.

Soon, Xiao Chengmo's identity spread.

When everyone looked at him again, their eyes were full of awe.

Chen Yuan took in all the conversations of these cultivators and was slightly surprised: "Fellow Daoist Xiao has such a great reputation. Chen is ignorant."

Xiao Chengmo said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Chen is too kind. Xiao is just a little bit of a false reputation."

The chief Wei said beside him: "Elder Xiao is too modest. If Elder Xiao claims to be the second among the Jindan cultivators in Hanzhou, who dares to claim to be the first?"

Xiao Chengmo shook his head: "The world of immortal cultivation is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Who knows how many amazing talents are hidden in the world?"

"Elder Xiao is right." Elder Wei nodded, but his eyes showed disapproval, obviously disagreeing with this.

…

Xiao Chengmo was very famous in Hanzhou. He agreed to the request of the cultivator surnamed Han to help Guanlan Sect resist the beast tide, which immediately attracted the response of many cultivators.

The cultivator surnamed Han was overjoyed and said loudly: "According to convention, Shuofeng City is one of the seven great cities. Qi-refining cultivators who participate in the war can receive five low-grade spirit stones every day."

"Foundation-building cultivators can receive two medium-grade spirit stones every day, and Jindan cultivators can receive one high-grade spirit stone every day."

"The materials of the demon pills of the demon beasts killed by fellow Taoists will not be taken by our sect!"

This is the rule of Hanzhou. Cultivators cannot be forced to defend the city. If foreign cultivators are willing to resist the beast tide, the sect to which the city belongs must compensate them with spirit stones.

According to the size of the city, the spirit stones issued by the sect are also different.

The spirit stones issued by Guanlan Sect to the cultivators may not seem to be much, but it is actually a huge expense as no one knows when the beast tide will retreat.

Soon, more than a dozen foundation-building monks from Guanlan Sect came to the market, set up tables on several main streets, wrote down the names of the monks participating in the battle, and distributed today's spiritual stones.

The monk surnamed Han descended the light of escape, came to Xiao Chengmo, clasped his fists and bowed, and said sincerely: "The kindness of Xiao Daoyou and Wei Zhushi's help, our Guanlan Sect will remember it in our hearts."

Xiao Chengmo returned the greeting and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Han, there is no need to be polite. Fighting the beast tide is the responsibility of the monks of my Bingling Sect."

Zhushi Wei also returned the greeting with a folded hand, and his words were very humble.

"You two Daoists are so righteous!" The cultivator surnamed Han praised, and then looked at Chen Yuan, "This Daoist is..."

Chen Yuan bowed and said, "I am Chen Yuan, from Renzhou, a casual cultivator."

The Wei chief explained, "Daoist Chen has a high level of cultivation, even higher than Wei. This time he came to Hanzhou to hunt monsters in the ice field."

When the cultivator surnamed Han heard that Chen Yuan was a cultivator in the late Jindan period, he quickly returned the greeting, "So it's Daoist Chen, I'm so sorry, Daoist, are you willing to help our sect resist the beast tide?"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, "It's not convenient for Chen to take action for the time being." (End of this chapter)