Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Above a dense forest, the sea of ​​trees was surging and boundless.

Four beams of light flew in from the horizon, with figures looming within them. They were none other than the four Taiming Sect monks.

Suddenly, a sharp howl sounded from the forest and spread over a hundred miles.

Then a beam of white light flew up into the sky from the forest and blocked the way of the monks from Taiming Sect.

Wang Xuange's eyes focused, he slowed down his speed, raised one arm, and the three Taiming Sect monks behind him stopped immediately.

The white light faded away, revealing a petite white fox with fluffy white fur all over its body and a big furry tail that was longer than its body. It looked extremely cute.

But its eyes were blood red, and it kept making low roars from its mouth, looking very anxious.

A Taiming Sect cultivator frowned and shouted, "Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, the white fox suddenly raised its two front paws, covered its head, raised its head and let out a sharp howl. A white light flashed, and its body suddenly swelled up!

Wang Xuange frowned and said in a deep voice: "Retreat!"

The three Taiming Sect monks immediately retreated a hundred feet, but Wang Xuange stayed where he was, without moving an inch.

The white light faded, and a huge white fox looked down at Wang Xuan Ge. Its body was as big as a hill, at least thirty feet in size.

Behind it, another tail suddenly grew out. The two fluffy long tails were hundreds of feet long, swaying gently, covering the sky and the sun.

Upon closer inspection, it is actually quite enchanting, exuding a sense of charm.

If it weren't for the strong demonic aura emanating from the fox, which was comparable to that of a level ten ferocious beast and diluted the charm, the other two early Nascent Soul cultivators, except for the old woman, would have definitely fallen into its trap.

The old woman in black stared at the two-tailed demon fox, her cloudy eyes showing a bit of surprise, and her hoarse voice was a little low: "When this demon fox swings its long tail, it is as charming as a young girl. Could it be that it contains the blood of the legendary nine-tailed demon fox..."

Wang Xuange frowned, "This beast is not easy to deal with. We should take a detour and not waste time."

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator who had rebuked him flew away in a flash.
The fox demon suddenly let out a long howl, and a long tail behind it came like a whip, leaving an afterimage, whistling and rushing straight towards this person!

The long tail was extremely fast, not inferior to the flying sword. The Nascent Soul cultivator could not dodge in time, so he hurriedly summoned a dark iron shield, which grew to several feet in size in the wind, comparable to a city wall, and went forward to meet the attack.

But this seemingly indestructible shield was blown away by the long tail and had no power to resist.

The Yuanying cultivator's face changed drastically and he retreated violently, but he was no match for the speed of the long tail.

Wang Xuan Ge snorted coldly and pointed a finger. A stream of light flew out and headed towards the long tail.

boom!
The long tail with earth-shaking force whipped above the flowing light and suddenly stopped, less than three feet away from the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The Nascent Soul cultivator opened his eyes wide, staring at the long tail that was so close to him, and a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down his temple.

The stream of light also revealed its true appearance. It turned out to be a thin gray shell, about ten feet in size, inlaid with thirty-six irregular azure stones, just like stars in the sky, shining with spiritual light and like a dream.

The shell looked fragile, but when the fox's long tail swung at it, it stood still and blocked it firmly.

Wang Xuan Ge stared at the two-tailed foxes, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "Attack together, kill this beast, and then continue on our way!"

……

A volcano stood on the wasteland, with red lava gushing out from the gap on the peak, turning into thousands of fire pythons winding down.

The dark black magma shell that had solidified on the mountainside continued to break apart, revealing the golden orange boiling lake of fire inside.

Thick sulfur smoke rose from the cracks in the rock walls, and the air was filled with wisps of light red fire poison gas, which gathered at the top of the dome and condensed into a vortex of black and red poisonous clouds.

Several figures stood on the crater, with thick true energy shields condensed around their bodies to resist the invasion of fire poison.

Ye Guihong and the burly man stood in front of the crowd, looking down at the corpse of a red dragon on the hillside, their expressions slightly solemn.

This red dragon was about thirty feet long, and its body was covered with fiery red scales. Even though it was dead, it still had a powerful aura and dragon might, comparable to a tenth-level demon king.

The dragon's eyes were open and unruly, it raised its head and glared at the burly man in the sky, its mouth wide open as if it wanted to swallow the sky.

Two Jiuli Sect monks were cutting off the scales, dragon tendons and other materials from the red dragon's corpse.

However, the red dragon's body was too hard, and the two men were concentrating on cultivating their own spirit beasts, so they only had low-level magic weapons in their hands, making it quite difficult to deal with.

The Jiuli sect cultivators behind Ye Guihong, including Junior Brother Yuwen, had fluctuating auras all over their bodies, and it was obvious that they had just experienced a great battle.

Several of them looked quite disheveled, with marks of blackening from flames on their robes. One of them even had disheveled hair that was half burned off, and there was a look of exasperation in his eyes as he looked at the corpse of the red dragon.

Ye Guihong held a fist-sized red demon pill in his left hand. The pill was round and flawless, with a lustrous luster. Even the finest red pearl in the world was not one tenth as good as it.

But he frowned and said, "The level 10 beasts are already at the top of the secret realm, and this red dragon has pure blood and powerful strength. It is also the best among the level 10 beasts and has no rivals."

"It was cultivating in the volcano. We did not provoke it. We concealed our presence and kept a distance from it."

"But this dragon seems to have gone mad. It suddenly rushed out, was extremely violent, and fought to the death. It seems to have been affected by something. I wonder what you think, senior?"

The burly man looked at the level 10 red dragon, with a strange color in his pupils. He said calmly, "This red dragon lacks intelligence and can no longer be classified as a demon. It is the descendant of a spirit beast specially raised in the secret realm by the Yuling Sect."

"Young friend Ye is proficient in the art of taming beasts, but he couldn't figure out the reason. How can I know?"

Ye Guihong's eyes flashed: "Even the senior can't see the clues, it must be that the Yuling Sect has left some tricks behind."

"After the secret realm is opened, this red dragon will go crazy and belligerent, blocking foreign cultivators."

"It seems that we are not far from the core of the secret realm."

The burly man raised his head, looked into the distance through the billowing black smoke, and said lightly: "Thank you for your kind words, my friend. Please speed up, take down the materials, and leave as soon as possible, so as not to be preempted by others."

Ye Guihong took a deep look at the burly man, then turned around and said, "Junior Brother Yuwen, please help Junior Brothers Xun and Guo to remove the dragon tendons and dragon scales."

Junior Brother Yuwen glanced at the burly man, nodded, took out a three-inch flying knife, and fled away.

……

The towering mountains stretch across the sky, with jagged cliffs and towering rocks, biting cold winds and thousands of glaciers.

Several long rainbows flew over from the sky, stopped in the mountain, and nine human figures appeared.

The two leaders were none other than Mo Wuchen, the leader of the Zhengqing Sect, and Xuan Weizi, the white-haired Taoist master of the Shaoxuan Sect.

Mo Wuchen's face was a little gloomy. Originally, there were five Zhengqing Sect monks following him, but now there were only four left.

The young cultivator stepped out from the crowd and bowed to Mo Wuchen, "Master, this is the core of the secret realm."

Mo Wuchen looked at the silent towering mountains in front of him, glanced at the dilapidated hall and the frozen cave, paused slightly, and then glanced at the several mountain peaks shrouded by the formation curtain. His gloomy expression eased a little.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed, and finally stopped at a mountain peak that was several dozen feet lower than the top of a mountain. He said in a deep voice: "It seems that someone has arrived here before us."

The white-haired Taoist priest stood beside him, his eyes also falling on the ruined mountain. He saw the rolling and collapsing rocks, broken glaciers and huge traces of avalanches.

He frowned and said, "We have hardly encountered any ferocious beasts blocking our way along the way. We were only delayed for a moment by the golden-maned tiger. It took us less than six hours to get here. How could someone have gotten there first?"

Mo Wuchen's eyes flashed with a bit of regret: "It took more than a moment. For some reason, that level 10 golden-maned tiger was so fearless and extremely difficult to deal with."

"It took the combined efforts of ten of us half an hour to kill it, and Junior Brother Cheng died under its claws."

"Someone must have taken the opportunity to rush here and entered a mountain shrouded in a formation."

The white-haired old Taoist nodded slightly: "What Daoist Fellow Mo said makes sense. Only four people from the Taiming Sect have entered the secret realm. They should not arrive before us."

"It is very likely that the Jiuli Sect arrived first, or that the ninth-level demon king was alone and moved quickly and arrived here early."

Mo Wuchen said thoughtfully: "There is a mountain collapse here, maybe not only one group of people has arrived."

"After the encounter, the two sides fought fiercely. The aftermath spread and caused the mountain to collapse. Then the two sides separated and entered these six peaks..."

He once again scanned the six peaks covered by the formation, raised his hand and pointed at one of them: "That peak is closest to the collapsed area. The person who arrived first is likely to have entered this peak."

The white-haired Taoist pondered for a moment and said, "In my opinion, the collapse of the mountain was not caused by the fight between the two parties, but the aftermath of the formation-breaking magic power spread out, which cut off the top of the mountain."

Mo Wuchen frowned, "Fellow Daoist, are you saying that the formation covering these six peaks is extremely strong, and that's why there is such a huge momentum when the formation is broken?"

The white-haired old Taoist nodded slightly: "Yes, you and I know it best. Even if the great sects in ancient times were not as powerful as the upper sects, they all had unpredictable means."

"In the core area of ​​this secret realm, the formation set up must be extremely tough."

Mo Wuchen's eyes flashed: "Yes or no. We'll know once we try!"

After saying that, he rode on his flying light and flew towards the mountain.

The four Zhengqing sect monks hurriedly followed. Xuanweizi smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, and followed closely behind him with the three Shaoxuan sect monks.

The nine of them came to the front of the mountain. Mo Wuchen raised his hand and pointed, then turned to look at the young cultivator behind him: "Junior Brother Liu, please find out the strength of this formation first, and then decide how to break it."

The young monk smiled and flew forward.

Seeing this, the beautiful middle-aged woman behind the white-haired Taoist stepped out from the crowd and bowed to the white-haired Taoist: "Senior Brother Xuanwei, I will go and lend a helping hand to Taoist Liu."

The white-haired Taoist nodded and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Xiang."

When the two men came in front of the formation, the young monk's eyes flashed with green light. He just took a glance, then raised his right hand and began to calculate with his fingers.

Seeing this, the beautiful middle-aged woman showed a bit of envy in her eyes. She took out seven half-foot long formation flags and threw them out gently.

Seven flags shot into the formation, like stones falling into a pond, stirring up a circle of ripples at the point of impact, firmly attached to it, arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. The middle-aged beautiful woman raised her hand and made a gesture, and the triangular flags fluttered slightly, with a flash of spiritual light.

After a while, the young monk's right hand fingers suddenly stopped, the green light in his eyes gradually faded, and he looked quietly at the scene in front of him with a frown, as if he was lost in thought.

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank. A cultivator from the Zhengqing School behind the white-haired old Taoist was about to ask something, but Xuanweizi raised his hand to stop him and shook his head slightly.

After a while, the beautiful middle-aged woman finally put down her hands, came back to her senses, and bowed to the white-haired Taoist priest with an embarrassed look on her face: "Brother Xuanwei, please forgive me for my shallow knowledge and my ignorance of the details of this formation."

"But this formation is extremely strong. It cannot be broken by anyone below the level of a Spiritual Transformation cultivator."

The white-haired Taoist frowned and said, "You've worked hard, Junior Sister."

He turned to look at the young cultivator and asked politely, "Fellow Daoist Liu, can you tell the origin of this formation?"

The young monk turned a deaf ear to it, did not even turn his head, and continued to stare at the formation in front of him.

When the white-haired Taoist saw this, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Mo Wuchen coughed twice: "Junior Brother Liu! How is the formation calculation going?"

The young cultivator woke up as if from a dream. He turned around, his frown not relaxing at all. “This formation is very similar to the Immovable Mountain Formation, but it is also a bit different. It seems that there are some changes in the spiritual materials used to lay the formation. It is more solid than the Immovable Mountain Formation.”

"But its characteristics have not changed. It is solid inside and out. Only those who hold the command can enter and exit, and only those who hold the array disk can close it."

"If others want to enter, they can only break the formation by force."

Mo Wuchen was stunned: "Unmovable Mountain Formation? Can Junior Brother Liu be sure of it?"

The young monk nodded slightly: "I will never be wrong, it is definitely the Immovable Mountain Formation."

Mo Wuchen's face immediately turned extremely ugly. Seeing this, the white-haired old Taoist couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked, "Fellow Daoist Mo, what kind of formation is this Immovable Mountain Formation?"

The beautiful middle-aged woman also looked over, with a questioning look in her eyes.

Mo Wuchen's face was as gloomy as water, and he said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei should know that the inheritance of the upper sect that our sect has obtained contains many essentials of formations, among which there is a record of this Immovable Mountain Formation."

The white-haired Taoist priest's expression turned grim upon hearing this: "This formation is actually related to the upper sect?"

Not only him, but the expressions of the cultivators from the two sects also became uncertain after hearing this, as if as long as they were related to the "upper sect" mentioned by Mo Wuchen, they must be extraordinary.

Mo Wuchen nodded slightly: "This Immovable Mountain Formation, as the name suggests, is a defensive formation created by the upper sect. Among similar formations in ancient times, it is enough to be ranked in the top ten."

"Its solid nature both inside and out can easily put the person who sets up the formation in a deadly position. In terms of defensive capabilities alone, it is actually enough to rank among the top three."

The white-haired old Taoist muttered, "So, what Junior Sister Xiang said just now is true. No one below the Divine Incarnation level can break this formation?"

Mo Wuchen said, "Yes, according to the inheritance of the previous sect, as long as there are Nascent Soul cultivators supporting the Immovable Mountain Formation, it can last for several days and nights even under the attack of the Divine Transformation cultivators."

“Although there are no cultivators presiding over the formation now, there are large spiritual veins in the secret realm as the source of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy supply is endless. No one below the Divine Incarnation cultivator can break it.”

He turned his head to look at the broken mountain with its top cut off, and laughed sarcastically, as if venting his resentment: "No wonder the person who arrived first created such a huge momentum, he must have used his most powerful tricks."

"But the Immovable Mountain Formation cannot be easily broken. In the end, we will definitely return empty-handed."

The young cultivator who had been staring at the formation curtain in deep thought suddenly said, "Senior Brother Mo is wrong. The Immovable Mountain Formation without cultivators to support it is a dead formation."

"As long as it is a death formation, a Nascent Soul cultivator will be able to break it."

Mo Wuchen was startled, then shook his head: "Junior Brother Liu, there is no need to be picky about words. Even if it is a death formation, it is still as immovable as a mountain."

“Only by unleashing a force comparable to that of a Divine Transformation cultivator can we hope to break it.

"Ancient cultivators might have been able to do it, but now that the world of immortal cultivation has declined to this point, how could a Nascent Soul cultivator possess such strength?"

The white-haired Taoist stared at the mirror-like formation, his face uncertain: "Fellow Daoist Liu, there is no need to say anything. What is the difference between a dead formation and a living formation?"

"Since it is a formation created by our ancestor, it must be the best in ancient times. How can we, the younger generation, break it?"

Without even turning his head, the young cultivator said calmly, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Xuanwei. There are six peaks covered by formations here. The materials for the Immovable Mountain Formation were extremely precious even in ancient times, and have long been lost."

"It is extremely difficult for the ancient sect that left this secret realm to set up a formation as immovable as a mountain in the core area."

"If we set up the Immovable Mountain Formation on all six peaks, it would be nothing short of a fantasy."

"Since this formation is difficult to break, why should we face the challenge head-on? We can just change our target."

The white-haired Taoist's eyes lit up, then he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look at the other five peaks: "Not good! The person who arrived first must have entered these five peaks."

"We need to break the formation immediately and not let them take the treasure away!"

Mo Wuchen's expression changed, and he looked at the young cultivator with a look of reproach in his eyes: "Junior Brother Liu, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

The young monk stared at the Immovable Mountain Formation in front of him, his eyes showing a bit of infatuation, and muttered: "This Immovable Mountain Formation has been lost for a long time. I didn't expect to see it here. Naturally, I have to study it carefully..."

Mo Wuchen shook his head helplessly: "First break the formation of these five peaks, then there will be a chance for Junior Brother to study this formation!"

The white-haired old Taoist no longer cared to blame the young monk. He scanned the five peaks, raised his hand and pointed to a peak more than seventy miles away, and said decisively: "That mountain occupies the largest area, and it should store a lot of treasures. Let's break this formation first!"

After saying this, he rode on a beam of light and flew towards the mountain, and the monks from Shaoxuan Sect hurriedly followed.

The young monk stopped where he was, motionless. Mo Wuchen urged him, "Junior Brother Liu!"

The young cultivator looked at the formation reluctantly, and finally turned around and followed Mo Wuchen and other Zhengqing Sect cultivators to fly towards the mountain.

The distance of more than seventy miles was covered in a flash, and everyone came to the front of this vast mountain. The young monk and the middle-aged beautiful woman stood out from the crowd to explore the formation.

The young monk still used the technique of spiritual eyes. His eyes glowed with green light. He counted with his fingers, and his demeanor was extremely free and easy.

The beautiful middle-aged woman took out the formation flag as before. Her manner was rigorous, but also a bit mechanical and a little rigid. It was obvious that she had not inherited the formation art from the "upper sect" and was not on the same path as the young cultivator.

Her speed in investigating the formation was also much slower. In less than ten breaths, the pale green light in the young cultivator's eyes quietly faded away, which was several times faster than when she was investigating the Immovable Mountain Formation just now.

He put down his right hand, turned around lazily and flew back, saying somewhat uninterestedly: "This formation is called Solid as a Rock Formation, which is a simplified version of the Immovable as a Mountain Formation. It is also solid inside and out."

"But its defensive ability is much weaker. It only takes a great cultivator to break it."

Mo Wuchen's eyes lit up, but he did not say anything to praise her. He waited patiently for the middle-aged beautiful woman to explore the formation.

After several dozen breaths, the beautiful middle-aged woman finally spoke, her face showing embarrassment: "I... I have never seen this formation before."

"But according to my calculations, this formation is just as Daoist Liu said, it is not difficult to break."

"As long as Senior Brother Xuanwei or Fellow Daoist Mo makes a move, it will be broken."

The white-haired Taoist priest seemed relieved. He flew forward and said in a deep voice, "Junior Sister Xiang, please step back. I will break the formation right away!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful middle-aged woman quickly waved her slender hand, put away the seven formation flags, and retreated.

The white-haired Taoist priest looked serious, took out a pair of rings and threw them into the air.

This pair of rings seemed to be carved from crystal, all red and as intense as fire, and each was carved with a Vermillion Bird flapping its wings as if about to take flight.

After flying out, they grew to a foot in size and were wrapped in two balls of flame, like two firebirds, extremely agile.

The white-haired Taoist raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted, "Fall!"

The two rings suddenly stopped, then collided with each other, sparks flew, and a crisp "ding-dong" sound was made.

Then there was a thunder in the clear sky, and a red lightning flew out from the place where the circles collided and landed on the formation curtain.

Boom!

A ten-zhang-sized gap was immediately blown into the formation curtain, but endless spiritual mist immediately gushed out, and in an instant, the gap was repaired by half.

Seeing this, Mo Wuchen immediately turned around and urged, "Hurry and get into the formation!"

The Zhengqing sect cultivator behind him immediately flew into the gap, but Mo Wuchen stayed where he was.

By the time the young monk was the last to enter, the gap had been reduced by half.

The white-haired old Taoist changed the magic formula in his hand, and the two red rings collided with each other. Another red lightning fell, splitting the gap again.

The three Shaoxuanmen monks quickly flew into the gap, and Mo Wuchen praised: "Daoyou Xuanwei's Binghuo Divine Thunder is still so sharp."

The white-haired Taoist smiled slightly and said, "It's just a side door. Please come in, Taoist Mo."

Mo Wuchen shook his head: "How many people in the world can cultivate thunder magic? Fellow Daoist Xuanwei can cultivate Binghuo Shenlei, which is the right way."

After saying this, he did not stop and entered the formation.

The white-haired Taoist shook his head and smiled, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He put away the red ring and was the last one to enter the formation. The gap quickly closed behind him.

Then he was stunned. Everyone stopped around the formation, looking down with frozen expressions on their faces.

The white-haired old Taoist frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, he looked down, then stood there in a daze, his expression becoming extremely ugly.

On a huge mountain, green grass stretched endlessly, and dozens of formation screens flashed, dividing the entire mountain into hundreds of spiritual medicine gardens.

But these spiritual medicine gardens were now empty, leaving only ugly deep pits on the ground, and the soil was surging, as if mocking them for coming too late. (End of this chapter)