Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The mountain range stretches across the earth like a dormant silver dragon, and the snow-covered peaks glow coldly under the scorching sun.

The mountain ridges over a thousand feet high were completely submerged in the rolling sea of ​​clouds, with only a few steep ice peaks piercing through the cloud curtain, like black ice spears thrown by the gods to the world.

Grand palaces are scattered around, standing alone on the top of the mountains, guarding this quiet and desolate mountain range.

These halls were already in ruins and most of them had collapsed. They were no different from the buildings the three had seen around the giant bronze tower.

Many pavilions and towers in the mountain soul city are dilapidated and covered with thick snow after tens of thousands of years of cold winds.

A biting cold wind blew past, but was blocked by the true energy shield around Chen Yuan and the other two, and dissipated into nothingness.

But deep in the mountains, several peaks were shrouded by formations, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly. Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, but was unable to probe inside.

He turned and scanned the ruined buildings in the mountains. Among them were obviously caves opened up by monks, and there were also remnants of formation flags and array plates.

But after tens of thousands of years of erosion, these formation flags and plates have long been damaged and can no longer protect the cave.

However, under the protection of the thick mountain walls, many furnishings have been preserved, with obvious ancient style, simple and elegant.

There are still some magical jade slips in the cave, but the spiritual energy in them has dissipated, and they are so rotten that it is difficult to recognize their original appearance and have lost all value.

But what was strange was that within a radius of 300 miles, in the vast mountain range, Chen Yuan discovered hundreds of caves, but not a single body of a monk.

Even in places not covered by formations, there were no ferocious beasts. Chen Yuan did not even see an ordinary wild beast.

This place seems to be a land where no life is allowed. Except for a few shrubs and mosses that can resist the cold, there is deathly silence everywhere, with only the sound of the cold wind whistling past, which never stops.

Zhang Wushan frowned, and suddenly said, "This is indeed the core of the secret realm. When the Yuling Sect was at its peak, there must have been many cultivators living here."

"But I just checked and didn't see even a single corpse of a monk. It's very strange. Have you two fellow Taoists found anything?"

Ye Wendi shook his head slightly: "Within a hundred miles, I have not seen any living creatures."

The two of them looked at Chen Yuan together. He had the highest cultivation level and the strongest spiritual awareness. If anyone among the three could discover any clues, it would be him.

But Chen Yuan also shook his head: "Chen also found nothing, except that the cave in the mountain was intact, the formation flags and formation plates decayed naturally, and there was no sign of invasion by foreign enemies."

"It seems that all the Yuling Sect monks suddenly left, and then the secret realm was closed. Until we arrived today, no one has set foot here."

A hint of doubt flashed across Zhang Wushan's eyes. "To be able to open up such a vast secret space, the Yuling Sect must have been extremely powerful in ancient times."

"What on earth happened that caused the monks in the secret realm to flee in panic overnight..."

Ye Wendi pondered for a moment and said, "I once heard from my master that in ancient times, for some unknown reason, a great war took place."

"All the monks from all the sects in this world were involved in it, with countless casualties, and the whole world was in ruins."

"The major sects were almost completely destroyed, the three continents were cut off from each other, and the world of immortal cultivation declined as a result."

"The current ten major sects were all founded after that war and became the masters of the Nine Immortals."

"The Yuling Sect is now unknown and most likely destroyed because of this. The cultivators in this secret realm must have died in that shocking battle."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed. Cangjian Palace was indeed one of the top ten sects. It had a profound foundation and was also familiar with ancient secrets.

Although Ye Wendi didn't know the details, this inference was almost correct.

But this could not explain the strange situation where no living creatures were allowed to live here. Chen Yuan said slowly: "We have killed four level nine beasts along the way."

"Counting what happened to Chen in the trial ground, a total of ten level nine beasts died in my hands."

"But until now, I haven't encountered even a level 10 beast."

"The Yuling Sect is proficient in the art of taming beasts. They have raised many powerful beasts with strong bloodlines in this secret realm. The two fellow Taoists have also sensed the aura of a level 10 beast from afar."

"Since this is the core of the secret realm, why is there no level 10 beast guarding such an important place?"

Zhang Wushan's eyes narrowed. "Brother Chen, what you said makes sense. Our journey here seems dangerous, but we haven't encountered a single level 10 beast. Our luck is too good. Is there something fishy going on?"

Ye Wendi was silent for a while, then suddenly his figure shook and flew forward, and his calm voice floated into the ears of the two.

"Why bother thinking about this, fellow Taoists? No matter how strange this place is, we cannot stop. We must find a way to escape before the Jiuli Sect monks arrive."

"Even the Yuling Sect that opened up this secret realm has been destroyed. Even if they left some means behind, what is there to be afraid of?"

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, but he did not hesitate any longer and followed him. "Fellow Daoist Ye is absolutely right. We should act now and break the restriction without further delay."

Zhang Wushan let out a light breath, all the hesitation and doubt in his eyes faded away, and he rode on the light of escape, followed behind the two of them, and flew towards the nearest mountain among the mountains shrouded by the formation.

In this mountain range, there are six peaks shrouded in formation curtains.

Since Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi's spiritual awareness was far inferior to Chen Yuan's, they could only see three of them.

After flying more than sixty miles, the two men discovered three more mountains shrouded in the formation, but they did not change their target.

The three of them moved at an extremely fast speed and soon arrived in front of the selected mountain. They spread their spiritual sense and tried a few more times, but still returned without success.

Chen Yuan looked up and down. The formation surrounding this mountain had the largest area among the six mountains. He couldn't help but reveal a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

Although the six mountains shrouded in the formation were scattered without any pattern and blocked the three people's spiritual sense, making it impossible to detect the situation inside, they did not make the choice completely at random.

The six peaks are of similar heights, but the mountain in front of them covers the largest area, so it was naturally chosen as the first target by the three men.

Since they were unable to investigate the situation inside the formation, Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi did not waste any more time and prepared to break the formation by force.

Chen Yuan spoke first: "Please wait for a moment, my two Taoist friends. Let me try first."

Ye Wendi stepped aside and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please."

Zhang Wushan asked curiously, "Brother Chen is so powerful, but can you defeat ten people with your own strength?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "If ordinary methods are useless, it won't be too late to break the formation with force."

As soon as he finished speaking, he circulated his true energy according to the instructions of the technique, stimulating Kunpeng's true blood, and a pair of black wings stretched out from behind him.

Zhang Wushan suddenly realized: "Brother Chen, do you want to teleport directly into the formation?"

Ye Wendi frowned: "Since the Yuling Sect is an ancient sect, they will definitely set up a forbidden air formation to restrict the teleportation technique. Why is Brother Chen doing useless work?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "My teleportation technique is slightly different. We will know if it works or not after trying it."

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the tiny but clear spatial fluctuations around him, and suddenly flapped his wings, performing the teleportation technique.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared a hundred feet away, just one step away from the mountain, but he was ultimately unable to penetrate the thick formation curtain that was sparkling with colorful spiritual light.

Chen Yuan looked at the formation so close at hand, his expression slightly surprised, but it disappeared after a moment. Seeing this, Ye Wendi comforted him: "How can the formation set up by the ancient great sect be broken so easily?"

Zhang Wushan also agreed: "That's right, let's try other methods."

Chen Yuan stared at the battle scene in front of him and suddenly smiled: "As expected of an ancient sect, they really have some tricks..."

"Don't worry, my two Taoist friends. Chen doesn't care about this little bit of face."

"Since the teleportation technique is useless, we can only break the formation by force."

"Please both Daoists attack together, but don't use your full strength yet, so as not to destroy the things inside the formation."

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately summoned their flying swords to work together to break the formation.

Ye Wendi first used the technique of splitting light and transforming it into shadows, then gathered it into a ten-foot-long giant sword and slashed it down heavily.

This is the giant sword technique that every sword practitioner must master. Its power is naturally not as strong as the secret magical power of the Cangjian Palace, but it can bring out the advantages of a flying sword, which is just right for use here.

Zhang Wushan did not use the battlefield map this time. This treasure is suitable for dealing with weak but numerous rat beasts, but not suitable for breaking formations.

He took out a seal and threw it into the sky. It swelled up to a size of ten feet in the wind.

The seal is bright yellow in colour, with a coiled dragon hovering above it, raising its head as if ready to fly. It is so majestic and powerful that it falls down with a bang, almost like a mountain collapsing.

Chen Yuan's methods were much simpler. His hands were covered with a layer of dark light. He rushed forward, and his fists were as strong as a knife, smashing heavily into the formation.

Under the joint siege of the three, the formation only trembled slightly a few times and then returned to normal.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "My two Taoist friends, there is no need to hold back. This formation uses the earth veins as its foundation and the spirit veins as its source. It is likely the method of a Divine Transformation cultivator and is extremely strong."

"We must go all out to break it!"

Ye Wendi's expression became serious, he raised his hand and made a gesture: "Split!"

The giant sword split into hundreds of flying swords, circling and circling. The spell in his hand changed, and he shouted again: "Concentrate!"

Hundreds of flying swords suddenly stopped, and the sword bodies broke apart piece by piece, condensing into an extremely bright sword light, hanging in the sky, like bright stars.

The spell in Ye Wendi's hand changed again: "Gather!"

Hundreds of brilliant sword lights gathered together, transforming into a miniature galaxy stretching across the sky.

Ye Wendi pointed his sword finger at the formation slowly, his expression extremely solemn: "Fall!"

A hundred-foot-long river of sword light roared over and hit the formation curtain, making a pleasant tinkling sound, as if a stream of water hits pebbles, making a tinkling sound.

But behind every sound, there is a strong murderous intent.

Wherever the sword river passes, it is enough to cause serious damage to a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Ye Wendi's face turned slightly pale. This was his trump card. One strike would consume 50% of his true energy, but in order to break the formation, he couldn't care less.

The formation curtain began to tremble again, and wherever each sword light fell, a crack as thin as a hair appeared.

Seeing this, Zhang Wushan did not hold back and chanted loudly: "The heaven and earth are full of righteousness, and the mountains and rivers reflect sincerity. The pottery is shining like the sun and the moon, and the liver and gallbladder are shining like the clear mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped his chest heavily.

A wisp of misty air flew out from above his head, looking inconspicuous, but giving people a sense of continuity and majesty, and then flowed into the Panlong Seal.

This is exactly the righteous spirit that every Confucian and Taoist practitioner will painstakingly cultivate, and it is the foundation of their entire practice.

When Confucian and Taoist monks use their supernatural powers, their power will be greatly enhanced if they have the support of righteous energy.

Otherwise, he would be mediocre and could not be compared with the monks of the same level.

At this moment, Zhang Wushan poured all his righteous energy into the Panlong Seal and fell into his weakest state. If someone suddenly attacked him at this moment, he would be unable to resist.

If it wasn't used to break the formation and there was no danger around, he would never have done it without reservation.

With the help of the righteous energy, the Panlong Seal did not change in appearance, but its aura suddenly became more powerful and slowly fell down.

When the seal fell just now, it was as heavy as a mountain, but now it seemed like a real mountain falling from the sky.

boom!
A deafening roar was heard, and a trembling curtain appeared under the sword river, shaking more violently, and began to flash with spiritual light.

A crack about an inch long appeared where the Panlong Seal fell.

But immediately, rich spiritual energy as solid as substance surged out from the formation and repaired the crack.

A little bit of spiritual energy overflowed and entered the bodies of Ye Wendi and Zhang Wushan. The two men, who had consumed a lot of their true energy, were refreshed, but they secretly felt that something was wrong in their hearts.

They have already tried their best and will not be able to use the same magical power a second time in a short period of time.

If we fail to take this opportunity to break through the formation, it will be delayed for at least an hour.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, his black hair turned snow-white, and two points of silver light appeared in his eyes, quickly expanding and occupying the entire pupil.

He had silver eyes, white hair, wings that covered the sky, his aura surging, and his figure was like a ghost. He appeared where the Panlong Seal fell, and threw a punch, hitting the formation curtain heavily!

No sound was heard, and the formation suddenly froze. Aura flashed wildly, and dense cracks appeared with Chen Yuan's fist as the center, spreading out like a spider web.

The next moment, the formation shattered, revealing an irregular gap about ten feet in size.

At the same time, endless spiritual energy surged in from all directions, blocked the gap, overflowed, and condensed into a thick white mist, completely covering the scene within the formation.

The array screen was flashing with spiritual light, and the gaps were repaired at an astonishing speed.

Chen Yuan suddenly turned around and shouted, "My two Taoist friends, come in quickly!"

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi met his gaze, trembling all over, not daring to stay, and quickly put away the flying sword seal, and flew into the formation.

At this time, the gap has been reduced by half, but it is still large enough for one person to pass through.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly and stepped into the gap calmly.

Ye Wendi and Zhang Wushan were waiting for him in front. Chen Yuan collected the three kinds of true spirit blood, retracted his black wings, his silver eyes faded, and his white hair turned back to black, and he went to meet them.

He smiled slightly: "The two Taoist friends are indeed extraordinary. We have finally broken this formation."

Ye Wendi and Zhang Wushan stared at him in amazement, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Although Chen Yuan has recovered as usual, his cold and ruthless silver eyes, as if transformed from lightning during a tribulation, are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the two and cannot be erased. (End of this chapter)