Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 2006 Primordial Spirit Transformation
"The primordial spirit manifests as a physical form!"

Liu Qinghuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the azure spiritual energy swirling around her fingertips paused for a moment. A surprised voice escaped her lips.

He truly hadn't expected that among these demons who had been suppressed for a thousand years, there would be someone like him who had learned the supernatural power of transforming the primordial spirit into a physical form.

The soul of an ordinary cultivator is ethereal and fragile, like a candle flickering in the wind. Once separated from the protection of the physical body, it will be constantly eroded by the fierce winds of heaven and earth, gradually dissipating and weakening over time, making it difficult to survive for long.

Only after cultivating to the level of Nascent Soul can one's soul gradually condense and cultivate a true primordial spirit, but it cannot be separated from the body for an extended period of time.

The transformation of the primordial spirit into a physical form is to condense the ethereal primordial spirit into a physical entity, thereby compensating for the fatal flaws of the primordial spirit being easily dispersed and extremely fragile when separated from the body, while also fully preserving the innate advantages of the primordial spirit being able to travel thousands of miles in an instant, traverse in a thought, and be formless and traceless.

Those who master this method can survive in the world with their primordial spirit even if their physical body is destroyed, and their combat power will not be diminished. It is a life-saving divine skill that countless cultivators dream of.

Just as Liu Qinghuan's mind raced, the burly Yuanxiang roared to the sky, and dark green flames erupted from its body, quickly covering its entire form.

The Heavenly Punishment Whip binding him suddenly emitted puffs of black smoke, its lightning dimmed, and even the binding force loosened.

"Whoosh!"

The burly Yuanxiang swayed, leaving only a blurry emerald afterimage, and forcefully broke free from the Heavenly Punishment Whip's restraints.

Its speed was extremely fast; it disappeared in an instant and reappeared in an instant, already in front of Liu Qinghuan.

Yuan Xiang raised its claws, which were covered in dark green flames. Its five sharp nails gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and with a whistling sound, it aimed straight for Liu Qinghuan's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows!

If this strike lands squarely, even a body made of bronze and iron will be pierced, let alone a fragile primordial spirit.

Liu Qinghuan remained expressionless, and with a slight thought, thousands of verdant bamboo branches suddenly sprouted from the void.

These bamboo branches gleamed with a faint golden light, interwoven layer upon layer, densely packed together, instantly forming an indestructible green mountain range in front of them, resembling towering peaks.

"clang!"

Its sharp claws gripped the bamboo wall tightly, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing.

Sparks flew and bamboo shavings scattered. The outermost dozens of bamboo branches snapped instantly, but the inner bamboo branches immediately filled the gap, blocking the fatal blow without moving an inch.

At the same time, countless slender bamboo leaves detached from the bamboo branches, transforming into countless sharp blue swords that shot towards the towering Yuanxiang.

The burly Yuan Xiang roared, and a black dagger appeared beside him, splitting into two, then four, then eight...

Large swaths of bamboo leaves were chopped up, turning into specks of blue light that dissipated into the air.

Its speed increased, its figure flashing and shifting in the void, leaving behind overlapping afterimages, breaking through layers of blockade and getting closer and closer.

The next moment, Liu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed and her wrist moved slightly.

The Heavenly Punishment Whip instantly lashed back, its body suddenly swelled, and golden lightning burst forth.

The entire whip, like an ancient golden dragon awakening, lashed fiercely at the imposing Yuanxiang.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, resounding screech echoed through the sky.

The other party let out an extremely shrill and painful roar. The sound was not like a human voice, but rather like a scream as if one's soul was being torn apart, which made people's scalps tingle.

A deep, gruesome whip mark, revealing bone, stretched from its left shoulder to its right waist. The dark green flames enveloping its body were scattered and scattered, making its form appear somewhat ethereal.

The God-Slaying Whip lives up to its name. Even if the opponent has cultivated the primordial spirit into a physical form and condensed their soul into something like a physical entity, its essence is still ultimately just a soul.

The burly Yuan Xiang clutched the wound on his shoulder and retreated repeatedly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He had only been imprisoned under the Thousand Buddha Temple for a few thousand years. When did such a powerful figure appear in the cultivation world? Knowing that Liu Qinghuan would never show mercy, and that the power of that golden whip was too terrifying, the burly Yuanxiang decisively abandoned the idea of ​​a forceful attack.

With a flash, it transformed into a streak of emerald light and instantly vanished beyond the three mountains.

"You damned Yuanming! I only accidentally killed a few mortals back then, and you've imprisoned me in this dark and sunless underground for thousands of years! Even the greatest sin should have been atoned by now!"

An angry shout, carrying resentment suppressed for a thousand years, rolled in from afar, shaking the surrounding mountains.

Liu Qinghuan paused, then took a step forward expressionlessly, appearing behind the burly Yuan Xiang.

The Heavenly Punishment Whip trembled slightly in his hand, and golden lightning gathered again, ready to be unleashed.

Here we go again!

The burly Yuanxiang roared, and seeing the deadly golden whip shadow swinging towards it again, it didn't even turn its head, once again using its divine escape technique to flee, cursing as it did so.

"Yuanming, you damn immortal! Tell this brat to stop! Do you really want to kill him all?!"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly and turn her head to look.

Above the Thousand Buddha Temple, Yuanming sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, surrounded by layers of Buddhist light.

He slowly opened his eyes, and two clear and sharp gazes, like swords, fell directly on the burly Yuan Xiang.

"Cangyuan, it was you all along!"

For the first time, a clear anger appeared on Yuanming's fair and gentle face, and the Buddha's light around him became sharp, filling the air with a heavy sense of oppression.

"You actually led the plot to escape the demons!"

The burly Yuanxiang, known as Cangyuan, rolled his eyes, and the fierce look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a pitiful expression, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"You bald monk, can't you be reasonable? When did I lead the charge? It was clearly those guys who instigated it first. I just followed along! Don't try to pin this huge accusation on me!"

As he spoke, his tone became angry again, and the dark green flames around him surged and churned.

"Besides! You've imprisoned me for thousands of years and you still think you're right? I escaped by my own merit, what's wrong with that!"

Master Yuanming looked at him calmly, his voice not loud, but carrying a heavy weight, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"What you killed back then wasn't just a few ordinary people, but all 372 innocent people in Qing Shi Town. From the elderly to infants, none were spared."

In my Buddha's mercy, considering that you were in a state of mental confusion at the time and it was an unintentional mistake, I did not beat you to a pulp on the spot.

You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment. Imprisoning you at the Thousand Buddha Temple to purify your violent nature with Buddhist teachings is your just deserts.

Yuanming paused for a moment, then continued, "Who would have thought that instead of repenting over the past few thousand years, you have become even more violent and unruly."

The Buddha's teachings are difficult to save, and now you've colluded with demons to break free of the formation..."

"Bald monk, shut up!"

Cang Yuan suddenly interrupted him sharply, his face turning extremely gloomy.

"I have killed many mortals, but so what? Who gave you the right to judge me? Is it your so-called Buddha?"

Furthermore, who needs your Buddhist teachings to save them? Don't presumptuously impose your beliefs on others!

Yuanming was slightly taken aback, his expression froze for a moment, and he was speechless for a moment.

In the distance, Liu Qinghuan, who had temporarily stopped because of the conversation between the two, stroked his chin with interest, his expression becoming somewhat subtle.