Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The pressure that was no less than that of Master Shen spread from Chen Yuan, and the bright sky suddenly became a bit dimmer.

The sunshine in the sky was still so dazzling, but when it fell in everyone's eyes, it seemed to be dyed with an inexplicable dark color.

That was the fear welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Yuan inspired Kunpeng's true blood, and his breath was mixed with a hint of the majesty of Kunpeng's true spirit.

He had been silent just now, but now he had become the only focus.

There was no more noise in the crowd, and even the angry Tiangang Sword Sect monks froze in place under this pressure, leaving only the sound of the whistling wind in the sky.

This was the first time that Lingyun Sect monks saw Chen Yuan activating true blood. All their eyes fell on the dark wings behind him, with curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

And Bai Yanji remembered what he saw and heard in the Demon Realm, and a trace of fear appeared on his face involuntarily.

Zheng!

A harsh sword cry suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence. The Tiangang Sword Sect monk suddenly woke up, subconsciously stepped back, and looked at Chen Yuan with a little fear.

The flying sword in front of Master Shen trembled slightly, and the sword screamed continuously, but it was no longer as high-pitched as before, but a little low, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Chen Yuan.

The sword cultivator keeps moving forward, and the sword cultivator would rather break than bend.

Master Shen slowly raised his palm, formed it into a sword finger, and drew it across the sword. His eyes fell on the flying sword, focused and gentle.

"It has been eight hundred and sixty-nine years since Shen became a disciple at the age of fifteen, embarked on the path of cultivation, and first perfected the sword. This sword has also been with me for eight hundred and sixty-nine years."

"After this sword came out, it was originally called Liefeng Sword, but my master saw that I had a strong temperament and was worried that I would break easily if I was too strong, so he changed the name and called it Zangfeng Sword."

"In the past eight hundred and sixty-nine years, Shen has kept in mind the teachings of his ancestors. It is easy to break when you are too strong. Sword cultivation must be brave and diligent, and move forward indomitably. But you must also know how to restrain your sharpness and wait for the time. The right way is to balance hardness and softness."

"So before Shen got pregnant, he killed three monks of the same level with one against three to seek justice for his fellow disciples."

"After having a baby, he shouldered the important responsibility of being the head of the clan, and then he swallowed his anger in front of the Demon Sect and led his people to move south. He was like a bereaved dog, in a state of disarray."

"Shen has never forgotten the promise I made to my late master before he passed away, to protect the legacy of the Tiangang Sword Sect until the day he dies."

"In the past, when faced with the oppression of the Ziyang Sect, Shen Mou kept giving in, and only showed his edge when he couldn't bear it anymore."

"Faced with the persecution of the noble faction today, Shen also wanted to settle the matter, but the intimidation of the noble faction was too strong and left no room..."

Master Shen's fingers gently stroked the sword, from the hilt to the tip. He suddenly paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at Chen Yuan, his eyes as sharp as flying swords.

The sword body trembled slightly and kept making clear sounds.

This is just a high-level flying sword, but it has no less spirituality than a top-level flying sword.

"Shen will use this Hidden Edge Sword to compete with fellow Taoist Chen. If Shen wins, please ask your sect to retreat. You will not be allowed to invade our sect within a hundred years. If Shen loses..."

He suddenly stopped and looked down at the Tiangang Sword Sect monk below, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

"If Shen is defeated and the Tiangang Sword Sect surrenders, please also ask fellow Daoist Chen to accept the disciples of our sect!"

Qin Gang's eyes widened: "Uncle Shen!"

"Master, you absolutely must not!"

"Master, think twice!"

As soon as Master Shen finished speaking, the monks from the Tiangang Sword Sect started shouting, their anger moving.

Head Shen's face sank, and he shouted sternly: "Shut up! Since I am the head, all matters in the sect, big and small, must be decided with my words. Don't you even obey the orders of the head?"

The shouting suddenly stopped, and only Qin Gang said angrily: "Uncle Shen, we may not have no chance of winning by relying on the sect-protecting formation, but it's just one death, so why be afraid!"

Head Shen suddenly turned his head and fixed his gaze on Qin Gang.

Qin Gang opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the words that were already in his throat.

Only then did Head Shen look away, slowly scanning the crowd.

No one spoke again. Although their faces were filled with resentment, they could only lower their heads slightly when facing Master Shen's sword-like eyes, as if they were afraid of being stabbed by his gaze.

But among the hundreds of Qi Refining disciples, many looked happy.

Head Shen paused for a moment, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Among these people, dozens of them are casual cultivators who have recently joined the sect. They only want to improve their cultivation. Leader Shen will not blame them.

But there are still a few sword cultivators carefully trained by the sect who actually feel lucky.

Sect Leader Shen doesn't blame them. It's because the sect cannot protect its disciples. Their cultivation is low, their sword heart is rough and not round enough, and they are greedy for life. This is normal.

But he still felt very sad. Even these swordsmanship disciples with good roots didn't think that the sect could win.

It seems that the Tiangang Sword Sect is really on the verge of extinction.

When Head Shen turned around, all his emotions were covered up and sharpened again, leaving only coldness and determination.

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Chen?" There was no Jin Luoheng or Bai Yanji in his eyes, he was staring at Chen Yuan closely.

Like Master Shen, Chen Yuan glanced at the Tiangang Sword Sect monks and saw only hatred.

He didn't see Ren You. This genius swordsman who had fought alongside him in the past had not shown up for a long time.

Only some of the Qi Refining disciples showed a little fear, while others had a flattering look in their eyes, but they did not dare to show it.

These almost imperceptible eyes cannot escape the monk's sensitive five senses, let alone the powerful spiritual consciousness of the Yuanying monk.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked at Master Shen, and shook his head slightly: "I apologize for not agreeing. Sword cultivators are fierce. Not everyone is like Fellow Daoist Shen, who understands the principle of combining hardness and softness."

"Even if Fellow Daoist Shen gives the order, they don't want to join our sect, and I don't want to accept people who have hatred for our sect."

"If fellow Taoist loses, the disciples of your sect need to be handed over to our sect, but I can promise fellow Taoist that if there are people who are willing to switch to our sect, they will be spared their lives."

Master Shen fell silent and suddenly said: "As my fellow Taoist said, please don't embarrass them."

Qin Gang suddenly said loudly: "Uncle Shen, the Tiangang Sword Sect only has swordsmen who died in battle, not those who surrendered!"

Lin Yuzhe said anxiously: "Master, if we don't retreat until we fight to the death, even if we lose, we will inflict injuries on the Lingyun Sect!"

Head Shen shouted sternly: "Shut up! Anyone who interrupts again will be punished for the crime of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor!"

The two of them shut up, and Master Shen looked at Chen Yuan again: "Shen has one more condition. Nephew Ren and Nephew Zheng have led some disciples to leave Qi."

"They have received my order. If the Tiangang Sword Sect is destroyed by the noble sect, they will not be allowed to return to Qi for the rest of their lives, let alone seek revenge against the noble sect."

"If Shen is defeated, can Fellow Daoist Chen let them go? They will never disobey my order..."

Qin Gang was stunned and seemed to have forgotten his anger.

He remembered Ren You's complicated expression before leaving the sect. Only today did he know why Ren You was so helpless and entangled.

Chen Yuan frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I promise you, Fellow Daoist, that I will not pursue Fellow Daoist Ren."

Master Shen's expression calmed down a little, and he cupped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help, please!"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "I and my fellow Taoists do not need to have this battle. The Tiangang Sword Sect can be merged into this sect just like the Guiyuan Sect."

"Fellow Taoist should know that our sect treats the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect equally, and will also be impartial to the disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect."

Bai Yanji also opened his mouth to persuade: "Senior Brother Chen, I promised you a thousand pieces of gold. Fellow Taoist Shen, why do you have to act like a mantis with its arm like a chariot or a worm shaking a tree?"

Head Shen glanced at Bai Yanji, his eyes full of contempt, and said lightly: "Martial Nephew Qin is right, there are only sword cultivators who die in battle, and there are no sword cultivators who surrender."

"At this time when life and death are at stake, Shen, as the head of the Tiangang Sword Sect, must fight to the death."

"It's just that if Shen dies, he will die. How can we let all the disciples in the sect be buried with the sect."

"If you ask them to surrender, you may have wronged them, but it would be good to have one more disciple alive."

After saying that, he turned around to look at Qin Gang, Lin Yuzhe and others, and said in a deep voice: "If we win this battle, there is no need to say more."

"But if I lose, if you don't want to surrender, you can retreat on your own, but you can't resist anymore. You just want to achieve temporary success and ignore my nephew and the others. Do you understand?"

Qin Gang lowered his head, and his tall body seemed to stoop in an instant.

His expression was changing, he slowly raised his hands, bowed down slumped, and said in a sad voice: "Qin Gang... I will obey the order of the Master!"

Lin Yuzhe's face was full of grief and anger, but without any hesitation: "Disciple, I obey."

A trace of relief flashed across Master Shen's face. He swayed and flew out of the formation. He faced the monks of Lingyun Sect and bowed his hands to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please enlighten me!"

Chen Yuan returned the salute and said slowly: "I will show no mercy. I would like to ask you to be a Taoist friend."

After he finished speaking, he turned over his hand and took out the Chongxuan Peak, and threw it hard. The Chongxuan Peak surged in the wind, turned into a hundred feet in size, and fell like a meteor.

Master Shen had seen the power of Chongxuan Peak and did not dare to be negligent. He pointed out that the flying sword divided into 360 sword shadows, separated half of them, condensed into a ten-foot giant sword, and slashed towards Zhongxuan. Xuanfeng.

The other half of the sword shadows were circling around Master Shen, ready to form a sword formation, and a faint sealing power slowly spread.

The sword formation slowly rotated, sword energy flew across the sky, thousands of sword lights spread out, and the heaven and earth were eclipsed by it.

The disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect raised their heads and stared at Master Shen closely. Even though they were stabbed by the sword light and burst into tears, they tried to keep their eyes wide open with ecstasy in their eyes.

The most basic technique of sword cultivation, the technique of splitting light and transforming into shadow, has become superb in the hands of Master Shen.

Forming a formation with one sword, this is the legendary magical power of sword cultivation, a supreme magical power that can only be used by great monks.

Master Shen is not the only Nascent Soul sword cultivator in Donghua Continent, but after today, he is the well-deserved number one sword cultivator in Donghua Continent!

The ten-foot-long giant sword struck Chongxuan Peak, disappeared in a flash, and scattered. It seemed that it was difficult to withstand Chongxuan Peak's powerful and heavy blow.

But the next moment, the Chongxuan Peak, which was as powerful as a meteor, flew out upside down, and a deep sword mark appeared on the dark yellow peak, spreading from the top to the foot of the mountain, almost penetrating the entire mountain.

Chen Yuan's face paled slightly. Although Chongxuan Peak was not his natal magic weapon, it had been warmed and nurtured in his dantian for many years and was connected to his mind.

The magic weapon was damaged, and a piece of his spiritual consciousness was cut off by the invisible sword light. He was severely injured.

It's just that his spiritual consciousness is powerful, far superior to that of monks of the same level, so he seems to be calm.

But everyone can see that Master Shen forced back the Baizhang Mountain with one sword blow, and the morale of the Tiangang Sword Sect was greatly boosted.

The monks of the Lingyun Sect were shocked by this. They could clearly see that the dark yellow mountain peak was a high-level magic weapon, but it could not stop Master Shen's sword.

The heavy sword has no edge and no skill, but the power of Master Shen's sword is so powerful.

Only Master Shen had a stern look on his face, raised his hand to seal the secret, and the scattered sword light re-condensed into a ten-foot-long giant sword, which crossed a hundred-foot distance in an instant and slashed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, suddenly flapped his wings, his figure disappeared on the spot, and his giant sword slashed away.

The next moment, he had teleported in front of Master Shen, his hands were covered with a layer of black blades, his fists were like knives, and he was grabbing Master Shen.

At the same time, his black hair turned into snow-white color, and Zhu Yan's true fire rose up from his hands, pouring into the consciousness space of Head Shen, attaching to his soul, and burning.

Leader Shen's pupils shrank, he suppressed the severe pain from his soul, and retreated violently.

As soon as he thought, the sword array surrounding him trembled violently, all shrinking inwards, like a lotus curling backwards, and thousands of dazzling sword lights slashed towards Chen Yuan.

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In order to counteract Chen Yuan's teleportation technique, he painstakingly developed the magical power of sword array, which contained the power of sealing the town, but it had no effect at all.

After all, he is not a great monk, and the Tiangang Sword Sect has never had a great monk, and he does not have a deep understanding of the teleportation technique.

Chen Yuan was able to come and go freely under the Demon Lord's magic of locking the world. How could a shapeless sword formation trap him?

Seeing that the sword light was about to drown Chen Yuan, he turned over his hand and took out the Zixu Sword and swung it down hard!

A green sword light was slashed out, it was condensed, bright and sharp, and all the thousands of sword lights coming towards him were scattered.

Chen Yuan is not a swordsman and does not know the way of swordsmanship, but his true energy is pure and strong, and the Purple Void Sword in his hand is a top-level magic weapon.

After ten battles with one force, Master Shen's shocking sword formation had to retreat in front of the sharp edge of the Zixu Sword.

After forcing back the sword light and shadow, Chen Yuan flapped his wings again, teleported to Master Shen, and raised his hand to grab him.

Master Shen was wrapped in the shadow of the sword, and his escape speed was extremely fast, but it was not as fast as the teleportation technique.

His eyes condensed, and a flying sword suddenly flew out from behind him. It was the hidden-edge sword that had accompanied him for 869 years.

This is a simple and unpretentious flying sword, three feet and three inches long, completely white. Only the cold light flashing on the sword's spine indicates that it is a high-level magic weapon that can drink countless blood.

Master Shen did not place all his hopes on the sword formation. This flying sword, which was connected to his blood and heart, was his last trump card.

The distance between the two sides was too close, and the Zangfeng Sword came to Chen Yuan in an instant, while the Zixu Sword was used to resist the sword formation and was unable to return support.

Master Shen's eyes flashed with energy, and the pain of his soul being burned was completely forgotten at this moment. This was his only chance. He did not believe that Chen Yuan's body could block a strike from the Hidden Edge Sword.

But Chen Yuan did not dodge or dodge, and the air-defying robe on his body completely turned into pitch black, with a silvery white light.

The power of space condensed on Chen Yuan's hands and brought them together in front of his chest. A black vortex suddenly appeared and blocked Chen Yuan's body.

The Hidden Edge Sword pierced the black vortex, and the black vortex shattered like glass, but the sharp sword light contained in the Hidden Edge Sword was also swallowed up silently, losing all its light.

The next moment, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported in front of Master Shen. He raised his hand like lightning and pressed it on his chest, then stopped suddenly.

The sharp black blade cut into pieces the cassock of Master Shen, leaving a shallow scar against his heart.

Head Shen's eyes dimmed, and the sword shadow in the sky suddenly shattered. The Hidden Edge Sword stopped in the air, slowly turned upside down, trembled slightly, and let out one whine after another.

"I lost." Head Shen said hoarsely.

Chen Yuan withdrew his right hand, folded the dark wings behind his back, and his white hair turned back to black. Zhu Yan's true fire that entered the Soul Space of Master Shen also extinguished itself.

There was silence all around, and the Tiangang Sword Sect monks stayed where they were. The tears stabbed by the sword light still remained on their faces, but the sword light in the sky had dissipated.

The fight between Chen Yuan and Master Shen seemed long, but in fact it was very short. From the moment Master Shen set up the sword array with overwhelming momentum, to the time when Chen Yuan controlled Master Shen's vital points, there was less than three breaths of time.

Master Shen raised his right hand, and the Hidden Edge Sword slowly flew back and landed in his palm.

He looked down at the flying sword in his palm and laughed at himself: "Chen Dao used friendly tactics. Shen thought he would lose, but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly..."

Chen Yuan stepped back ten feet, stood with his hands behind his back, his big sleeves fluttering, and said calmly: "I don't hold anything back, Fellow Daoist Shen is already proud of himself."

This statement was true. He didn't have to use all the means. He only had to use the Zixu Sword and Master Shen. With his pure and powerful true energy, he would be able to win sooner or later.

Although the Hidden Edge Sword is sharp, it is only a high-level magic weapon after all, and its power is far inferior to the Purple Void Sword.

But in front of the monks of the two sects, this battle cannot be dragged out. He will use thunderous means to defeat the leader of Shen and completely crush the fighting spirit of the monks of the Tiangang Sword Sect.

This fight is destined to spread throughout Donghua Continent and to the four major Xuanzongs. He does not hesitate to show his trump cards and let these people see his strength.

The number one sword cultivator in Donghua Continent, formed a formation with one sword, and was defeated in his hands within three breaths.

If the great monk doesn't come out, who can compete with him?

Leader Shen raised his left hand and gently stroked the sword, his sharp eyes now softening.

He turned around, took a deep look at Jianling Mountain, sat down cross-legged in the sky, and placed the Tibetan sword across his knees.

"According to the agreement between Shen and fellow Taoist, if I lose this battle, the disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect will be at my mercy. I hope that fellow Taoist will keep his promise..."

He took off the mustard ring on his right wrist, raised his hand and pushed it, slowly flying towards Chen Yuan.

"This mustard seed ring is what Shen has accumulated over hundreds of years. The leader's seal is also in it. All of them are handed over to fellow Taoists..."

Zheng!

Before he finished speaking, a high-pitched sword cry echoed through the sky.

Master Shen slowly closed his eyes. The hidden-edge sword on his knees dimmed, and a layer of rust quietly climbed up the sword's body.

The body of Master Shen shone with a warm light. It was the sharpest sword light in the world, but it became extremely soft at this moment.

The flesh and blood all over his body turned into little streams of light, dissipating with the wind from bottom to top, and gradually corroded and engulfed the Hidden Edge Sword.

"Master!" Lin Yuzhe cried bitterly and knelt in the air, as if being supported by an invisible floor, and kowtowed heavily.

"Send the leader to death!" Qin Gang bowed deeply and bowed to the ground.

On Jianling Mountain, there was a cry of sadness.

Head Shen smiled slightly, swept over them reluctantly, and disappeared into light.

The hidden-edge sword was already covered with rust, and it broke apart inch by inch, spreading to the earth without leaving any trace.

Chen Yuan silently clasped his fists and bowed, while Jin Luoheng, Bai Yanji and all the Lingyun Sect monks also clasped their fists and bowed.

Qin Gang slowly straightened up, looked at Chen Yuan, his eyes were red, but there was a deep hatred, and he said coldly: "The Master has ordered that if this battle is defeated, the disciples of our sect will be at the disposal of Senior Chen. "

"Qin does not dare to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, so we will close the sect-protecting formation and ask our seniors to wait a moment."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, and Qin Gang dropped his light and disappeared into the depths of Jianling Mountain.

The Tiangang Sword Sect monks gradually stopped crying and looked ahead in despair. The entire Jianling Mountain was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.

About a quarter of an hour later, the formation covering Jianling Mountain slowly dissipated, but not a single Lingyun Sect monk rushed forward.

Qin Gang flew into the sky again, came to Chen Yuan, took out a jade slip from his storage bag, flicked it with his fingers, and flew to Chen Yuan: "The jade slip records the Sword Scripture Pavilion, Treasure House, and Sword Tomb of our sect. Please accept the method of opening other places, senior."

Chen Yuan raised his hand to take the jade slip. Qin Gang looked at the monks of the Tiangang Sword Sect and said in a deep voice: "My fellow disciples, from today onwards, the Tiangang Sword Sect no longer exists. In compliance with the order of the master, I can't wait. Resist..."

He paused, and his voice suddenly raised a bit: "But there are only sword cultivators who died in battle, and there are no sword cultivators who surrendered!"

"The master has already waited for us to fight. Qin is not willing to endure the humiliation and live in vain, so he will leave with the master today."

"I also ask all my fellow disciples not to avenge the Tiangang Sword Sect, not to avenge the real master, and not to avenge Qin!"

He bowed deeply to everyone, lowered his light, came to the top of a mountain peak, sat cross-legged, opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, raised his hand to crush it.

The golden elixir turned into little golden streams of light and dissipated in the air.

Qin Gang stared intently at the majestic Jianling Mountain, his eyes slowly dimming until they solidified, leaving deep nostalgia.

Lin Yuzhe raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and said hoarsely: "My fellow disciples, Lin does not want to live an ignoble existence and follow Master and Senior Brother Qin to reincarnation. You... take care of yourself."

After that, he destroyed the golden elixir himself and left.

"Zhao is willing to live and die with the sect!"

"I, Chen Pingzhi, am like a flying sword in my hand, I would rather break than bend. Fellow disciples, Chen will take the first step!"

There are many Tiangang Sword Sect monks who follow the footsteps of the three leaders of Shen and kill themselves.

Chen Yuan did not stop him, but a monk from the Lingyun Sect had a look of unbearable expression on his face and looked away, not daring to look again.

No alchemy-building monks chose to surrender, and at least fifty of the more than sixty foundation-building monks committed suicide with swords.

Most of the Qi Refining disciples showed hesitation, and only a small half chose to end it on their own.

Only a few of the casual cultivators who had recently joined the Tiangang Sword Sect followed Master Shen.

After all the dust settled, Chen Yuan lowered his light and came to the still alive Tiangang Sword Sect disciples, and said calmly: "Are you willing to surrender?"

Someone immediately bowed down and said: "Junior, I am willing to surrender!"

Others followed suit and saluted, some praised, some flattered, but most remained silent with sadness on their faces.

Chen Yuan added: "From today on, you are the disciples of the Lingyun Sect, but you must first mine the spirit stones in the spirit stone veins. After three years, you can officially become a disciple of the sect. Are you willing?"

Everyone was overjoyed to be able to save their lives. They didn't dare to bargain, so they all agreed.

Chen Yuan flew into the sky again, took out the jade slip that Qin Gang gave him, handed it to Jin Luoheng, cupped his fists and bowed: "The Tiangang Sword Sect has been destroyed, please handle it, Master."

Jin Luoheng took the jade slip and said loudly: "Lingyun sect monks, follow me to station in Jianling Mountain!" (End of this chapter)