Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The cultivator surnamed Han was startled, then smiled and said, "It is Han who is rude, please do not mind, Fellow Daoist Chen."

He was polite, but his face showed displeasure.

Xiao Chengmo glanced at Chen Yuan, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

If you don't want to take action, you don't want to take action, so how can it be "inconvenient to take action"?

When the lips and teeth are gone, the beast tide attacks the city. No matter what you think in your heart, the cultivators in the city should be in the same boat.

As a cultivator in the late Jindan period, Chen Yuan should not be stupid, but he chose to watch from the sidelines, which made Xiao Chengmo quite disdainful.

But Chen Yuan's cultivation level is there, so he will not criticize him in person.

And Chen Yuan is a cultivator from another state after all, and he is unwilling to resist the beast tide, and others can't say anything.

After this incident, the cultivator surnamed Han no longer paid attention to Chen Yuan, and instead bowed to Xiao Chengmo and Wei Zhushi: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, Fellow Daoist Wei, the beast tide is about to attack the city, please follow me."

Xiao Chengmo nodded slightly, and Wei Zhushi secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I am sorry to leave. If you need any news about the transformed demon king, I will be waiting for you in Bingling Pavilion when the beast tide stops."

He also thought that Chen Yuan's choice was inappropriate. When the nest is overturned, the eggs will not be intact. At this moment, we should work together to resist the beast tide.

But as the head of Bingling Pavilion, he just wanted to make a deal with Chen Yuan. As for what will happen to Chen Yuan in the future, he didn't care.

It's just that Chen Yuan, a Jindan cultivator, wants to find out about the news of the transformed demon king, which seems a bit strange.

But this is Chen Yuan's business, and Wei Zhushi will not find out either.

...

Xiao Chengmo and the other two took off their escape lights and flew to the north of the city.

In the market, monks started to fly into the sky under the leadership of the foundation-building monks of Guanlan Sect.

There were more Qi-refining monks who performed the light-body technique and ran towards the city walls on all sides.

Chen Yuan watched the three people go away, smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the market, and rented a cave.

The caves in Shuofeng City are all courtyards. Chen Yuan spent ten medium-grade spirit stones to rent the best Tianzi cave, the concentration of spiritual energy is comparable to that of a small spirit vein.

When he walked into the cave he had just rented, the beast tide had already arrived at the foot of Shuofeng City.

Endless monsters crashed into the tall and majestic walls of Shuofeng City. They performed all kinds of innate magical powers, their eyes were red, and they jumped up like crazy and rushed to the top of the city, just like the waves hitting the reefs, stirring up waves all over the sky.

There were also hawks in the sky, spreading their wings and swooping down with the blizzard. Their sharp claws reflected the cold light of iron under the torches.

These low-level monsters, which were not very intelligent, seemed to be even more stupid under the cold wind of the ice field. Under the leadership of the high-level monsters, they attacked the fortified city tirelessly and fearlessly.

Seeing the seemingly endless first-level monsters, the monks of Hanzhou realized that the seemingly desolate and barren ice field was so full of vitality.

But although the beast tide was fierce, the human monks did not retreat.

The tall city walls delayed the attacks of many monsters. The Qi-refining monks controlled various magic tools and cast spells. Sharp sword lights, ice spikes, earth and rocks, fire snakes and black rain fell from the sky and hit them head-on.

Occasionally, monsters pounced on the city, and there were strong soldiers holding hundreds of refined weapons, forming a battle formation, cooperating with the Qi-refining monks, and cutting these fish that escaped the net into pieces.

Although these strong soldiers have no spiritual roots, they have practiced martial arts and are all innate warriors, equivalent to the third level of Qi Refining cultivators.

Holding the hundred-refined weapons and infusing them with true qi, they can pose a considerable threat to the first-level lower-level monster beasts.

Several people joined hands and formed a formation, and they could even deal with the first-level middle-level monster beasts.

The stronger first-level upper-level monster beasts were handed over to the late-stage Qi Refining cultivators to deal with.

The battle between the first-level monster beasts and mortal warriors and Qi Refining cultivators was the mainstream of the beast tide. When it came to the second-level monster beasts and foundation-building cultivators, the number was much reduced.

The foundation-building cultivators would only deal with monster beasts of the same level, especially those recruited by the Guanlan Sect, and would ignore the first-level monster beasts.

Even if the Qi Refining cultivators and mortal warriors around them died in the mouths of these first-level monster beasts, they would not even look at them.

The value of the materials on the first-level monster beasts was too low, and they were not in the eyes of the foundation-building cultivators, and it was not worth wasting their time.

Only some foundation-building monks of Guanlan Sect were dedicated to dealing with those first-level monsters that broke through the defense line, checking for loopholes and filling gaps, and maintaining the formation.

When Jindan monks fought against monsters above level 5, they either flew away from the city walls and into the sky, or went deep into the wilderness. Within a thousand feet, low-level monsters dared not approach.

In this beast tide, there were as many as fifty monsters above level 5, while there were only more than thirty Jindan monks, far less in number.

But every Jindan monk could control magic weapons and perform magical spells.

Most of these monsters were of mediocre bloodline, and could only rely on their strong monster bodies and a few innate magical powers to fight the enemy, and fell into a disadvantage.

Not long after, several level 5 monsters were killed, and a level 6 monster was seriously injured.

There were only a few monsters with strong bloodline, amazing magical powers, and few opponents.

The four most eye-catching level 7 monsters were a blue eagle, a ten-foot-long giant python with white scales and blood-red eyes, a snow-white violent bear, and a fierce black giant tiger.

The eagle and the giant python each suppressed a late Jindan cultivator. The cultivator surnamed Han could only hold on in front of the snow-white violent bear, and the black giant tiger was even more fierce. After a few rounds, it killed a late Jindan elder of Guanlan Sect.

There were only eight late Jindan cultivators participating in the battle.

One person died, leaving only seven people, but there were eleven level seven monsters, and the defense line was in danger.

Low-level monsters and Qi-refining cultivators fought desperately, and dozens of cultivators and monsters died every moment, but it was not as serious as the death of a late Jindan cultivator, which had a greater impact on the battle situation.

At this critical moment, Xiao Chengmo stepped forward.

He killed a level seven monster, and then used three ice-attributed magical powers in succession to suppress the black giant tiger firmly, and the defense line was stabilized again.

Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou did not fight, but just faced each other from a distance across the formation curtain.

Although Tang Daozhou was seriously injured, he had the formation as a support. As long as he did not leave Shuofeng City on his own initiative, Xiong Lie would not attack.

Neither of them attacked low-level cultivators and monsters. This was the rule set by the Ice Dragon King and the successive generations of the Ice Spirit Sect. Yuanying cultivators and transformed monster kings were not allowed to intervene in the fights below the Yuanying at will.

In order to pass on their heritage, the human clans and families naturally did not want to see low-level cultivators being slaughtered by the demon king, and never violated this rule.

The demon king was cruel, and there was a demon king who slaughtered low-level cultivators, but was immediately executed by the Ice Dragon King.

It is said that the Weizhou Blood Flame Sect put pressure on the Ice Dragon King, so he had to personally kill the demon king who violated the rules.

Weizhou is just south of Hanzhou, and the Blood Flame Sect is one of the ten major sects, a behemoth with a heritage of tens of thousands of years.

The Hanzhou cultivators believed that the Blood Flame Sect had no intention of governing the barren Hanzhou, but they also did not want Hanzhou to be completely occupied by the demons and invade Weizhou, so they supported the Bingling Sect to fight against the demons.

Xiong Lie's white hair fluttered in the cold wind. His face was no longer furious. He stared at Tang Daozhou and said, "The next beast tide will come in fifty years at the latest."

"I will mobilize all my men to attack with all my strength. I want to see how long this Shuofeng City can hold out. Will you abandon Guanlan Sect for the sake of Hanchi grass?"

Tang Daozhou's pale face became even uglier when he heard this. He coughed violently twice.

The internal fighting of the demon clan was fierce. In the past beast tide, the transformed demon kings did not want to see too many monsters under their command die or get injured. They would not attack the seven major cities desperately, but would rather attack the cities built by small sects and families.

The last time a strong city built by a medium-sized sect was breached was more than nine hundred years ago.

That was three transformed demon kings who joined forces to attack a city. The beast tide they set off was boundless and lasted for three months. It completely submerged the city, and the medium-sized sect was destroyed.

Xiong Lie might not be able to break through Shuofeng City by himself.

But if Shuofeng City loses too much strength in this beast tide, how can it protect itself in the next beast tide?

Tang Daozhou spread his consciousness and saw a Qi Refining disciple whose throat was scratched by an ice wolf's claws and his body fell softly.

A purple giant eagle about ten feet long flapped its wings, and several dark purple ice blades flew out, cutting a foundation-building cultivator who couldn't dodge in time in half.

There was also an early Jindan cultivator who was fighting with a toad that seemed to be condensed by ice.

A hundred feet long transparent long tongue spit out from the toad's mouth, as fast as lightning and extremely tough.

The early Jindan cultivator was exhausted and embarrassed. He was careless and his arm was entangled by the long tongue and was forcibly cut off, and he screamed.

The number of dead mortal soldiers was countless. They tried their best, but they could only barely compete with the first-level intermediate monster.

After all, warriors are just warriors. They have no spiritual consciousness, cannot control magic weapons, and cannot cast spells. It is extremely risky to fight with powerful monsters in close combat.

As long as the monster breaks through the formation, these mortal warriors will die.

Tang Daozhou took a deep breath, withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

Relying on the protection of the formation, the number of monsters that died was far more than that of human cultivators, especially the low-level monsters that were fearless and extremely crazy.

But when the monsters died, there would be cultivators buried with them, especially the cultivators of Guanlan Sect.

Other cultivators were recruited by Guanlan Sect to resist the beast tide for their own lives and spiritual stone materials.

The cultivators of Guanlan Sect had to protect the entire Shuofeng City, especially those Qi-refining cultivators and mortal warriors. In order to protect their families behind them, they all fought to the death.

For every mortal and cultivator who died, the foundation of Shuofeng City would be damaged by one point, and the danger in the next beast tide would increase by one point.

Tang Daozhou had a hint of hesitation in his heart.

But when he thought that after the Han Chi grass matured, he could refine it into a pill and break through the bottleneck of the middle stage, his heart became as hard as iron and stone.

He stared at Xiong Lie and said coldly: "I will accompany you to the end!"

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged in the training room in the courtyard, spreading his consciousness and taking in the situation of the beast tide.

He heard the conversation between Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou. It seemed that this beast tide would last for a long time.

Xiong Lie was determined to get the Han Chi grass, and Tang Daozhou would never hand it over.

Thousands of monsters and cultivators became chess pieces of the two.

This is the Yuanying cultivator, who can turn his hand to make clouds and rain, raise troops in anger and fight in anger.

Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes. Fortunately, he was also a Yuanying cultivator, and he changed from a chess piece to a chess player.

…

The beast tide lasted for three days and three nights before it retreated, leaving the corpses of monsters all over the ground.

The resistance of the human cultivators also lasted for three days and three nights, and low-level cultivators and mortal warriors suffered heavy casualties.

Xiong Lie was determined to kill, and he spared no effort. This beast tide was extremely fierce, and many foundation-building cultivators also suffered casualties, and even five Jindan cultivators died.

Of course, relying on the protection of the formation, the number of dead monsters will be more than that of cultivators.

More than a dozen monsters above level 5 were killed.

The number of monsters below level 5 was countless.

But except for the death of a level 7 monster and a late Jindan cultivator in the first day of the battle, the level 7 monsters and late Jindan cultivators on both sides were just in a stalemate for the remaining two days, and no more casualties occurred.

When the cultivation reaches this point, it is easy to determine the winner, but it is difficult to determine life and death.

Both the black giant tiger and Xiao Chengmo found the weakest late Jindan cultivator and level 7 monster in the other formation, so as to achieve success in one fell swoop.

After the two fought, Xiao Chengmo firmly suppressed the black giant tiger, but if he wanted to kill it, he was unable to do so.

The same was true for the other three particularly fierce level 7 monsters. The cultivator surnamed Han could only hold on in front of the snow-white violent bear, but he would not be defeated for a while.

The blue giant eagle and the giant python with white scales and blood pupils were even weaker in strength, but they had the upper hand. Three days were not enough to decide the winner.

But the monsters could not attack endlessly. After three days and three nights, they still failed to break through the defense line of the human cultivators. The offensive had become weak.

At Xiong Lie's command, the monsters came like a tide and retreated like a tide.

But this was not the end. The monsters still besieged Shuofeng City. After a temporary rest, they would continue to attack.

The low-level cultivators and mortal warriors who survived the disaster stood on the city wall, staring at the monsters wandering in the distance, panting.

Behind them, teams of mortals walked up the city wall quickly, carrying corpses and cleaning the towers.

They were all warriors below the innate level, under the age of thirty, and had never experienced a beast tide.

Seeing the broken arms and limbs and blood all over the ground, almost everyone was pale, some vomited continuously, and some were scared and ran to the tower screaming.

But under the severe reprimand of the team leader, they could only suppress the fear and nausea in their hearts and clean up the battlefield. The frightened people were tied up, gagged with cotton cloth, and sent to the tower to avoid disturbing morale.

In the sky, the foundation-building monks and Jindan monks of Guanlan Sect patrolled everywhere to guard against the sudden attack of monsters.

They had just fought with monsters for three days and three nights and were very tired, but they could only rest in batches.

Those monks who came to help have all returned to the cave outside Shuofengfang City to meditate and rest.

Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou had left long ago, and Shuofeng City had not been breached yet, so it was not time for Xiong Lie to take action.

And Tang Daozhou was seriously injured, and it was even more impossible for him to leave the formation and fight with Xiong Lie.

When the beast tide retreats, there are generally two situations. One is that the low-level monsters cannot break through the human defense line, and the other is that the Yuanying cultivators repel the shapeshifting demon king, and the beast tide can only retreat.

Although Yuanying cultivators and shapeshifting demon kings cannot arbitrarily interfere in the fights below the Yuanying, if the beast tide breaks through the city, the Yuanying cultivators can attack at will.

And even the shapeshifting demon king is not an opponent, so the beast tide can only retreat.

But correspondingly, when the city is broken, the shapeshifting demon king can also attack low-level cultivators. If the Yuanying cultivators are defeated, the low-level cultivators can only wait to be killed.

And the cultivators in Shuofeng City saw that Tang Daozhou returned with serious injuries and was definitely not Xiong Lie's opponent.

Only by blocking the monster's attack can the beast tide retreat.

If the defense line is broken, Xiong Lie will attack, and all the cultivators in the city will not survive.

These three days of fierce fighting are just the beginning. The low-level monsters are still endless, and the cultivators in Shuofeng City have not suffered much loss.

The real bloody battle is still to come.

As the beast tide receded, the heavy snow also stopped, the strong winds ceased, and the dark clouds dissipated.

The night sky of Hanzhou was like a black crystal, clear and transparent, clean without a trace of dust.

A brilliant galaxy poured down, and the sky and the earth seemed to have no boundaries, connected as one, as if you could touch the stars in the sky with your hand.

Chen Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the practice room, slowly opened his eyes, and with a thought, he took out the jade from the space in his body, stood up and walked to the courtyard.

The jade gave off a faint green light, and Chen Yuan showed a happy expression. The stars in the sky seemed to breathe and shone together.

The starlight gathered and condensed into a dazzling silver light column, which fell from the sky and wrapped Chen Yuan in it.

The silver light column penetrated the sky and the earth, but no one noticed its existence.

Only Chen Yuan felt a warmth enveloping his whole body. He looked inside himself, and countless silver light spots merged into his limbs, meridians, blood and flesh.

After fifty breaths, the silver light column dimmed. Chen Yuan clenched his fists, and his body was strengthened from inside to outside.

Compared with Chen Yuan's original physical strength, this seemed insignificant, but slowly accumulated, the effect was stronger than any body-hardening elixir.

He spread his spiritual sense and increased the distance by ten feet. Compared with the range of spiritual sense that could cover two hundred miles, the improvement was negligible, and it could only be said to be better than nothing.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, put the jade into the space in his body, returned to the practice room, sat cross-legged and meditated to restore his true essence.

In the Dantian, the sea level of the sea of ​​true essence dropped a bit, but it was not like before the formation of the infant, every time the starlight was drawn into the body, the true essence would be completely exhausted.

This time, Chen Yuan only consumed 20% of his true essence when the starlight was poured into his body.

More than a month ago, after Chen Yuan left the Chongde Mountains, he did not immediately set off for Hanzhou, but found a secluded place, took out the jade, and drew the starlight into his body.

Compared with the period before the formation of the infant, the duration of the starlight infusion has increased by ten breaths, and the power of the stars in the sky is more refined and rich.

Now the tempering effect of the power of the stars in the sky seems weak, but Chen Yuan's current physical body is far better than before, not to mention comparable to a ninth-level monster, but it is not far behind.

Starlight infusion can still have this effect, which is already extremely extraordinary.

Half a month ago, Chen Run took out the Jade Jue again, but failed to attract the starlight. After that, he tried twice more and finally succeeded today.

Exactly one month has passed since he last attracted starlight into his body.

It seems that after the birth of the baby, the interval between starlight injections was extended to one month, and the duration was increased to fifty breaths.

Chen Yuan was extremely satisfied with this. Although the interval was longer, the consumption of real energy dropped significantly. It was ten times more difficult for Nascent Soul monks to restore real energy than for Danjie monks.

At this moment, he was running his skills, and the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into his body, and was converted into true energy bit by bit. It would take at least seven or eight days to fully recover.

This only consumes less than 30% of the true energy. If it is completely exhausted, it will take less than a month to recover with only a small spiritual vein.

One night passed, and Chen Yuan's true energy only recovered a little.

He sighed softly, stood up, left the courtyard, and walked towards the market.

No wonder most of the Yuanying monks he met before were in the early stage of Yuanying, and only a few were in the middle stage of Yuanying.

It is so difficult for Yuanying monks to just restore their true energy. If they want to improve their cultivation, they can only rely on pills.

The Millennium Spiritual Grass is extremely rare. Chen Yuan had many strange encounters and only had eight Millennium Spiritual Grasses in his hand.

One of the Thousand-year-old Lei Tan cannot be used to improve cultivation.

You can imagine how difficult it is for other Yuanying monks to improve their cultivation. Breaking through the mid-term bottleneck is even more difficult than reaching the sky.

Chen Yuan's True Yuan Sea has a radius of 30,000 feet, three times that of a monk of the same level, and the True Yuan is purer and requires more pills to improve his cultivation.

If he hadn't mastered the method of refining the Demon Yuan Dan, he might have become disheartened about his future cultivation path.

Chen Yuan's thoughts wandered all the way to the center of Fang City and walked into the Bingling Pavilion.

With the attack of the beast tide, Shuofengfang City became much depressed. Most of the shops were closed. Almost all the monks who participated in the war were recuperating from their injuries in the caves and recovering their true energy. There were only a few pedestrians on the streets.

But Bingling Pavilion is still open to welcome guests, but there are far fewer guests than before.

Chen Yuan no longer wore a mask today. The female qi-refining cultivator who was entertaining the guests in the hall remembered that he was standing with Director Wei yesterday. It was the Master Jiedan. Her attitude was very respectful. She led him to the third floor and met the Zhu Zhu. The old man.

Both Director Wei and Xiao Chengmo were not here, so the old man Zhuji asked Chen Yuan to wait for a while and went to ask for Director Wei in person.

About two quarters of an hour later, the old man who built the foundation walked in again and led Chen Yuan to the fourth floor.

Chief Wei, who was sitting on the main seat, greeted him lightly and bowed his hands: "I have kept you, Taoist Chen, for waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuan returned the courtesy and said: "No problem, Fellow Daoist Wei has been fighting monsters for three days and needs to recover his true energy. Has Fellow Daoist Wei been injured?"

Chief Wei shook his head: "Thanks to Elder Xiao's care, Wei is not seriously ill."

"It's just a pity that Elder Zou of Guanlan Sect, whose cultivation level is one level higher than mine, was targeted by the Netherworld Tiger. He couldn't survive two rounds and was killed on the spot."

"Where did this Netherworld Tiger come from, and it turned out to be so ferocious?" Chen Yuan had a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

Chief Wei said with lingering fear: "The Netherworld Tiger is an extremely famous seventh-level monster under the Demon King Xiong Lie. It is completely black and is three feet long. It is said that it has a trace of white tiger blood and is extremely powerful."

"In previous beast tides, at least five late-stage pill-forming monks died under its tiger claws."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly. In the past three days, he had not entered meditation. While practicing, he had developed a trace of spiritual consciousness. He watched the beast tide develop and understood clearly what Chief Wei said.

This Nether Tiger should be the giant black tiger. Its strength is indeed extraordinary, but if it is said that it has white tiger blood in its body, it is obviously a rumor.

The giant black tiger was firmly suppressed by Xiao Chengmo. Although Xiao Chengmo's strength was good, it was not as good as that of true spirit descendants like Kun Feng and Ye Wendi, who had mastered the art of the Life Sword.

He may have hidden some tricks, but the black giant tiger can't get any advantage in his hands, and there is no way it contains the blood of the white tiger in its body.

The White Tiger True Spirit palms gold and travels along the great road. It is full of evil energy. It is a first-class true spirit. Compared with Zhu Yan and Kunpeng, it is not inferior. The descendants of the White Tiger will not only have such strength.

When Chief Wei was speaking, he had been paying attention to Chen Yuan's expression. Seeing that his reaction was so bland and he seemed not to care about it, he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

He didn't know if Chen Yuan was being mysterious or if he really didn't take it seriously.

But the death of a late-stage pill-forming monk was a major event that could alarm the sect leader even for the Ice Spirit Sect.

Chen Yuan's expression was so indifferent that Chief Wei could not figure it out. His previous contempt for Chen Yuan's refusal to take action against the beast tide quietly dissipated.

He took the initiative to get to the point: "Did Fellow Daoist Chen come here to buy information?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Exactly, I need news about the demon king who transformed on the ice field. I wonder how much Daoist Fellow Wei knows about it?"

Director Wei smiled and said: "Looking at the entire Hanzhou, when it comes to understanding of the demon clan, if our sect is ranked second, no one dares to be ranked first. Naturally, we also have a deep understanding of the Demon King in Transformation. I wonder what Daoyou Chen wants to buy. News about the demon king in disguise?”

Chen Yuan said: "The more detailed information about the Demon King in Transformation, the better."

Chief Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's easy to talk about this. Except for a few transformed demon kings who have never appeared in the beast tide, our sect knows the news about other demon kings. It's just what the Taoist friends need." The scope of the news is too wide, and a lot of spiritual stones are needed..."

"Fellow Daoist Wei just asks the price."

"One hundred high-grade spiritual stones, ninety percent of the information about the demon king in the ice field, Wei will give it to you immediately." The smile on Director Wei's face became even brighter.

Chen Yuan frowned. The price was too low. He asked again: "Does it include the location of their cave?"

Chief Wei was surprised and said: "Do you want to hunt down these transformed demon kings, fellow Taoist?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that the words were inappropriate, and he quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Wei made a mistake at a moment, please forgive me, fellow Taoist. Naturally, I have no right to comment on how fellow Taoist behaves."

"But the location of the Demon King's cave is their biggest secret, and our sect doesn't know it either."

Chen Yuan frowned even more. No wonder Chief Wei asked for such a low price. These information did not include the cave of the Demon King in disguise, so the value was not high.

But the reason he came to Hanzhou this time was to kill the Hanyu Lion, and he had to find out where his cave was.

As for the caves of other transformed demon kings, they are to prepare for coming to the ice field to hunt demon kings in the future.

Thousand-year-old spiritual grass is hard to find, and Chen Yuan's true essence is particularly strong and pure. If he wants to improve his cultivation in the future, he will still have to rely on the Demonic Yuan Dan.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, Hanzhou's transformed demon king is just a demon essence pill that improves his cultivation.

But Chief Wei didn't know where the caves of these transformed demon kings, especially the cold jade lions, were, which was a bit tricky.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and asked: "Fellow Daoist Wei, is it that Guizong doesn't know this information, or that he won't sell it at will?"

Director Wei smiled bitterly and said: "I am just the director of the Shuofeng City branch. It involves the Demon King in disguise, so I don't know about it."

"Fellow Taoist, you might as well ask Elder Xiao. He is a disciple of the supreme elder of our sect, Master Ning Bing. He may know something about it."

Chen Yuan asked: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wei, for clearing up the confusion. I wonder where Fellow Daoist Xiao is now?"

Chief Wei looked embarrassed: "Elder Xiao fought with the Netherworld Tiger for three days and three nights, and lost a lot of his true energy. He is still meditating in seclusion, recovering his true energy, and preparing for the next demonic beast to attack the city. No time to spend some time with fellow Taoists.”

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Forget it, let's wait until the beast tide is over, and then I'll visit Fellow Daoist Xiao."

He stood up to say goodbye, and Director Wei personally escorted him out of Bingling Pavilion.

…

Chen Yuan returned to the rented house and continued to meditate and practice to restore his true energy. At the same time, he did not forget to spread his consciousness and pay attention to the development of the beast tide.

The monsters only rested for a day before continuing to attack the city, and they were even more ferocious than before.

Xiong Lie was hanging above the sky, his white messy hair fluttering in the wind, and his snow-white cloak rustling in the cold wind. He lowered his head and looked down at Shuofeng City at his feet with an indifferent expression.

Under him, there was a torrent composed of thousands of monsters, sweeping in from all directions and flooding the entire Shuofeng City.

Shuofeng City is extremely huge, with a radius of hundreds of miles, but the monster is at least ten feet in size, far larger than ordinary beasts.

This is only a first-level low-level monster, a first-level mid-level monster, a first-level high-level monster, and even a second-level monster and a third-level monster, with even larger bodies.

The number of beasts seems to be small, only tens of thousands, which is less than one-tenth of the number of mortals in Shuofeng City.

But when gathered together, it was overwhelming and seemed endless.

The last time a beast wave attacked the city, thousands of monsters died, but most of them were first-level and lower-level monsters.

The beast tide seemed to have only shrunk slightly, but the offensive became more fierce, making the human race's resistance even more difficult.

Xiong Lie was originally one of the most powerful eighth-level demon kings on the ice field. In the past few beast tides, the demon beasts under his command had not suffered many casualties. Now they came out in full force, causing great pressure on Shuofeng City.

If Xiao Chengmo hadn't happened to come to Shuofeng City and block the Netherworld Tiger, the monster and the snow-white violent bear would have joined forces and would have been unstoppable, and the defense line would have probably been broken.

Three more days passed, and the monsters left thousands of corpses behind and receded like the tide.

The human monks and mortal warriors suffered more casualties than before. The four walls of Shuofeng City were piled with broken corpses and twisted weapons.

The blood was cleaned up by the formation, but the originally black floor tiles were stained with a layer of dark red, and the smell of blood lingered for a long time.

But not a single wail came from the city wall. In order to maintain morale, the injured were not allowed to scream, and the mortal warriors were not allowed to cry or howl. Violators would be severely punished.

Before leaving, Xiong Lie looked down at Shuofeng City, sneered, and said loudly: "Old Tang, you are willing to sacrifice the lives of the monks in the city for your own selfishness. You are a hundred times more cruel than monsters like us."

"I will give you one more chance. As long as you hand over the cold grass, I will retreat immediately. The next beast wave will not disturb Shuofeng City at all."

"But if you persist in your stubbornness or dare to destroy the cold grass, I will fight you till death."

"Even if we can't succeed this time, during the next beast wave, I will join forces with other demon kings to attack Shuofeng City. The entire city will be filled with no chickens or dogs left!"

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

When the monks in the city heard this, their expressions changed drastically, but no one dared to discuss the matter.

The spiritual consciousness of the Yuanying monks is enough to cover the entire Shuofeng City.

Xiong Lie waited for a while, but Tang Daozhou never showed up.

He laughed loudly and turned to leave.

After another battle, Shuofeng City became quiet again.

But the atmosphere in the city has become much heavier.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he continued to meditate with his eyes closed, absorbing spiritual energy and restoring his true essence. (End of this chapter)