Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Ye Guihong was furious. As the leader of the Jiuli Sect, he had always been high above everyone else, admired by everyone and had great authority.

On weekdays, except for Qi Hanzhou, Junior Brother Yuwen and a few others, there is no need to be polite to others.

But today, in front of Sun Yuan and the white-haired Taoist priest, Mo Wuchen was ruthless and made him lose face.

New hatred and old grudges arose, and Ye Guihong immediately put away the wooden box in his hand and said sarcastically: "Then Ye wants to see whether Fellow Daoist Mo will really not be able to break the ban without these two three thousand year old spiritual herbs."

"When all the monks from different sects gather here, no one will be able to escape unharmed!"

Mo Wuchen sneered, closed the wooden box that Sun Yuan had given him, presented it with both hands, and said respectfully: "Fellow Daoist Ye is unwilling to give out the spiritual herbs, and I really cannot break the restriction and make wedding clothes for Jiuli Sect."

"I am returning this three thousand year old transparent fruit to you. Please forgive me, Senior."

Sun Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "You dare not obey my orders?"

Mo Wuchen's face showed some sadness and anger: "How dare I disobey my senior? It's just that the Jiuli Sect went there to show off their power and have a deep grudge against our sect. I would rather be punished than let him take advantage of me!"

As he said that, he returned the wooden box in his hand to Sun Yuan, then raised his hand and pushed, and another wooden box flew towards the white-haired Taoist priest.

Mo Wuchen said apologetically, "It seems that I am not destined to have this Nine-aperture Purple Ganoderma Lucidum. Please keep it for yourself, Daoist Xuanwei."

The white-haired Taoist sighed, took the wooden box, turned to look at Ye Guihong, his eyes revealing a bit of reproach: "The most urgent task is to break the restriction and enter the ancient secret realm as soon as possible. Why does Fellow Daoist Ye have to rush for a moment?"

"I have also heard a lot about the dispute between your sect and the Zhengqing sect."

"Now that Fellow Daoist Mo is willing to take out such a precious ancient forbidden-breaking talisman, allowing us to take the initiative, it means that you have put aside past grudges."

"I just want you to take out one more 3,000-year-old spiritual herb. Compared with the treasures of opportunity in the ancient secret realm, it is really nothing. Don't lose the big picture for the small one."

Ye Guihong said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei said it lightly. The three thousand year old spiritual herbs are so precious, and many of our disciples died at the hands of the Zhengqing Sect cultivators."

"Ye has already agreed to give out a three thousand year old spiritual herb, but Fellow Daoist Mo is still pushing for more."

"If Ye keeps retreating, how can he still have the face to be the leader of this sect?"

The white-haired Taoist shook his head, looking displeased, but stopped trying to persuade him.

Ye Guihong turned to look at Mo Wuchen and was about to speak, but Sun Yuan's slightly cold voice rang in his ears: "Young friend Ye, you should accept it."

Ye Guihong was startled, and quickly replied: "Senior, this..."

"It's just two three thousand year old spiritual herbs. As long as we can obtain the blood of the spiritual beast in the secret realm, what does the Zhengqing Sect matter? What's more important, young friend Ye, you have to think carefully."

Ye Guihong looked embarrassed and fell silent for a while.

When Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist saw this, a hint of pride flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Sun Yuan was getting more and more impatient, and he urged through voice transmission: "The overall situation is more important. I have already seen that this three-color forbidden-breaking talisman has been planted with layers of restrictions. It seems to be a unique method of the Zhengqing Sect. It is useless to snatch it."

"My friend, you may as well pretend to be friendly with him first. When your sect becomes more powerful in the future, it won't be difficult to destroy the Zhengqing sect."

Ye Guihong's eyes changed constantly, he sighed secretly, and finally said reluctantly: "I only have a three thousand year old spiritual herb in my hand..."

Sun Yuan started to put pressure on him, and he had no choice but to give in.

The Jiuli Sect is not the Shaoxuan Sect. It has a spirit-transforming cultivator in charge. The white-haired old Taoist is just an elder and can ignore the threat from Sun Yuan.

Mo Wuchen said casually: "It doesn't matter if you don't have three thousand years of spiritual herbs, just use ten thousand years of spiritual herbs to make up for it. If the thousand years of spiritual herbs are not enough, use high-level magic weapons to make up for it."

Ye Guihong's expression changed and he clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves.

He took a deep breath and said coldly: "Ten thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, Daoist Fellow Mo can even say that, this is absolutely impossible!"

Mo Wuchen said: "Fellow Daoist Ye has misunderstood. Looking at the entire Nine Immortal Continent, I only have this one forbidden-breaking talisman. Of course, I can't give it out for nothing..."

Sun Yuan said coldly: "It's just a three-color forbidden-breaking talisman. It was everywhere in ancient times. Five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are enough. Don't push your luck."

Mo Wuchen's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Seven! Apart from the Skyfire Glazed Branch, Daoist Fellow Ye only needs to bring out seven more thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and I will be able to break the restriction immediately!"

Sun Yuan looked at Ye Guihong and said nothing, but his eyes hidden under the black iron double-horned helmet revealed his urging without any concealment.

Ye Guihong also knew that he could no longer bargain, and said coldly: "Seven plants is seven plants, but I don't have so many spiritual herbs on me, please wait for a moment, Brother Mo."

After saying that, he turned and flew towards the Jiuli sect monks on the island.

Before he could speak, everyone took out wooden boxes and looked at Mo Wuchen with murderous eyes.

The conversation between Sun Yuan, Mo Wuchen and others was not concealed, and all the Jiuli Sect monks heard it. Seeing that their leader was humiliated and had to hand over the spiritual herbs, they were all filled with anger.

But Ye Guihong had already agreed, and Sun Yuan clearly favored Mo Wuchen, so they did not dare to act rashly and could only obediently collect the spiritual herbs.

Among them, Junior Brother Yu Wen took out the most wooden boxes, a total of three.

He was proud in front of Sun Yuan's clone, but at this moment he was exceptionally calm, and secretly transmitted his voice: "Brother, please be patient for a while, and focus on breaking the restriction now. The grudges with the Zhengqing Sect will be settled later."

Ye Guihong's expression relaxed a little. He took the wooden box handed to him by several people, opened it, checked it carefully, kept the seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs with the lowest value, and returned the remaining wooden boxes.

"Don't worry, elders. I will compensate you after I return to the sect."

After saying that, he turned around and flew into the sky.

Ye Guihong also has thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in his hands, but they are all rare spiritual herbs used to refine elixirs for the late Nascent Soul stage. It would be too disadvantageous to give them to Mo Wuchen.

He came up to Sun Yuan and the other two, took out the wooden box containing the Skyfire Glazed Branch, and handed it to Mo Wuchen along with the seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Mo Wuchen took the wooden box, opened it and checked it thoroughly, without considering Ye Guihong's face at all.

A full quarter of an hour later, he put away all the wooden boxes and took out the three-color talisman that could break the ban.

He said to Sun Yuan: "Please wait for a moment, Senior. I will break the restriction right away."

Sun Yuan nodded slightly, moved to the side to make way, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Mo Wuchen's figure flashed and flew forward, stopping a hundred feet in front of the Lingguang Gate. He threw the Ban-Breaking Talisman forward, and it hung in the air, rising and falling slightly.

His expression became serious, he raised his hands, made hand gestures, muttered something, and his whole body was filled with energy and true essence.

Suddenly, a light appeared at his fingertips, becoming brighter and brighter.

But at this moment, a Jiuli sect elder suddenly changed his expression, looked at Ye Guihong in the air, and his lips moved silently. The next moment, Ye Guihong's expression also changed slightly, and then returned to normal, just gently waving his hand at the Jiuli sect elder.

But after a moment, Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest also changed their expressions and turned to look to the north.

Sun Yuan also narrowed his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashed across his face, and turned his head to look over.

Mo Wuchen, who was performing a secret technique, stopped forcibly. His face turned slightly pale, and the three-colored light on the forbidden-breaking talisman dimmed again.

Not long after, five long rainbows came from the sky and stopped in front of the four people.

Five monks appeared, the leader of whom was a middle-aged monk with a dignified face and extraordinary bearing.

He glanced around and his eyes fell on Sun Yuan. He clasped his fists and bowed: "I am Wang Xuan Ge of the Taiming Sect. I am here to greet you, Senior, on the orders of my great-grandmaster."

Sun Yuan looked at him, his eyes showing a rare solemnity, and said slowly: "It's been many years since we last met. How are you now, Fellow Daoist Qin?"

The middle-aged monk Wang Xuan Ge replied respectfully: "My great-grandmaster is doing well. Thank you for your concern."

Sun Yuan said calmly: "Tanzhou is far away, but young friend Wang is not slow in coming."

Wang Xuan Ge replied respectfully, "My great-grandmaster has given me an order, so I dare not disobey him. I have no choice but to use a shrinking talisman to hurry on my way."

Sun Yuan gave him a deep look and said, "Friend Wang, you have come at the right time. Friend Mo from the Zhengqing Sect has a method to break the ban. After a while, you can enter the secret realm."

Wang Xuan Ge was a little surprised and glanced at Mo Wu Chen: "Is this true? It seems that I am really lucky, but I wonder if you also want to enter the secret realm?"

Sun Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "Why, Wang Xiaoyou still wants to stop me?"

Wang Xuange said calmly, "How dare I? My great-grandmaster asked me to tell you that the ancient secret realm is the legacy of our ancestors, so you should not enter it in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired Taoist priest beside him lowered his head slightly to hide the smile in his eyes.

Sun Yuan was silent for a while, staring at Wang Xuange, then slowly turned around, looked towards the Lingguang Gate, and said calmly: "I will give Fellow Daoist Qin this face."

Wang Xuan Ge said respectfully: "Senior, you are so kind. After I return to the sect, I will report the truth to my uncle master."

Sun Yuan snorted coldly. Everyone was safe and sound, but Wang Xuange trembled all over, his face turned slightly pale, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he recovered and said to Mo Wuchen, "Daoyou Mo can continue to break the ban."

Mo Wuchen shook his head: "Friend Wang, you came at the right time. The forbidden talisman in my hand is an ancient item..."

He repeated what he had said to Sun Yuan and Ye Guihong, and at the end he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you only need to take out a three thousand year old spiritual herb. After Mo breaks the ban, you can immediately enter the secret realm without having to fight with the cultivators from various sects who will arrive later. How do you think?"

Wang Xuan Ge pondered for a moment and smiled: "I don't have a 3,000-year-old spiritual herb. Can I use a 1,000-year-old spiritual herb instead?"

Mo Wuchen nodded: "Of course, Daoist friend, you only need to take out five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs."

Upon hearing this, Ye Guihong looked at Mo Wuchen deeply, clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, and then slowly released them.

Wang Xuan Ge took out five wooden boxes without any hesitation, raised his hand and pushed them, and they slowly flew towards Mo Wuchen.

"I'd like to invite Daoist Mo to take a look at these five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs."

Mo Wuchen took the wooden box and put it directly into the mustard seed ring without checking it. He smiled and said, "Everyone knows that Daoist Wang always keeps his word and has a high moral character. There is no need to check it."

He turned around, raised his hands, made hand gestures, and muttered something. His whole body was filled with energy and true essence. A little light appeared on his fingertips, becoming brighter and brighter.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Xuan Ge, Ye Guihong and the white-haired Taoist priest greeted them in turn, then turned around and watched Mo Wuchen cast the spell.

The four Nascent Soul cultivators of Taiming Sect were standing behind him, and the Nascent Soul cultivators of Jiuli Sect, Zhengqing Sect, and Shaoxuan Sect also all flew into the sky at this time.

The burly man stood alone behind Sun Yuan, attracting everyone's attention, but no one dared to look down on him.

The ancient secret realm has appeared in the world for two days. In the depths of Nanzhou, Sun Yuan has a large number of demon kings under his command.

Now there is only one burly man here. They did not hide their tracks along the way, nor did they encounter any demon king blocking their way. It was obvious that they had received orders from Sun Yuan.

This person is so valued by Sun Yuan, and he must be very important to enter the secret realm alone.

In front of the Lingguang Gate, Mo Wuchen condensed his true energy. After a while, he suddenly pointed his fingers together, and spiritual light flew out and landed on the forbidden-breaking talisman.

A tricolor spiritual light lit up, and an invisible wave slowly spread out.

Suddenly, the forbidden-breaking talisman shone brightly and turned into a three-colored stream of light, flying towards the spiritual light gate thousands of feet high and shooting into the gap.

The ban-breaking talisman was extremely small, and when it was thrown into the gate of spiritual light, it was like a stone falling into the sea.

But after it disappeared, the gate of spiritual light that had been still for a long time suddenly trembled, and the three colors of blue, white and red spiritual light became stronger and slowly opened to both sides.

Everyone was excited. The ancient secret realm contained countless treasures. All the cultivators who entered it gained a lot, and there were many who broke through the realm.

Sun Yuan's eyes, hidden under the black iron double-horned helmet, revealed a bit of eagerness, even a bit of anxiety.

The light from the Lingguang Gate became brighter and brighter until it was mostly opened, revealing a vast mountain range that was boundless and exuded an ancient aura.

But at this moment, a white stream of light suddenly flew out from the depths of the mountains and shot onto the Lingguang Gate.

The slowly opening gate of spiritual light suddenly stopped, and the three-color spiritual light and the white flowing light were like two armies fighting each other, intertwining and deadlocked.

Suddenly, another much dimmer white light flew out from the depths of the mountains, merged into the white light, and overwhelmed the three-color spiritual light in one fell swoop.

The door of spiritual light, which had been half opened, slowly closed again.

Sun Yuan's eyes suddenly changed, and he turned to look at Mo Wuchen: "Friend Mo, why is this?"

Mo Wuchen was stunned: "How is this possible? The secret realm is about to be opened, and the restrictions are in tatters. It should not be able to block the ancient ban-breaking talisman..."

Ye Guihong sneered: "What ancient forbidden-breaking talisman? You are exaggerating so much. Give me back my spiritual herbs!"

The white-haired old Taoist frowned. Mo Wuchen spoke with confidence and made big promises, but now he was at a loss. It seemed that he was still undecided whether to join forces with the Zhengqing Sect.

Wang Xuange's eyes flashed, and he took out an appendix, which was exactly the same as the ancient talisman in Mo Wuchen's hand.

He raised his hand and threw it, and the ancient forbidden-breaking talisman turned into a three-color spiritual light and shot towards the spiritual light gate! (End of this chapter)