Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The white-haired old Taoist was furious and said word by word, "Someone has already taken this place and looted all the spiritual herbs. We should go to other peaks immediately to stop them!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand and threw the pair of red rings, and shouted sternly: "Retreat quickly!"

Mo Wuchen withdrew his gaze, his face terribly gloomy, waved his hand, and took the lead in retreating a hundred feet.

The others all had angry looks on their faces, without any of the grace and sophistication of Yuanying masters. They stared at the hundreds of spiritual medicine gardens on the mountainside and the extremely conspicuous pits in the soil, swamps, grasslands and snowfields.

To be able to open up a spiritual medicine garden of at least an acre in size for a single spiritual herb and create a unique environment, it must be a thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

There are at least hundreds of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs growing on this mountain. In the dozen or so spiritual medicine gardens covering several acres on the top of the mountain, there may even be three thousand-year-old spiritual herbs growing.

Everyone looked at this ugly scene and felt their hearts bleeding. They wished they could cut the person who got there first into pieces!

The white-haired Taoist priest obviously had the same idea. The two red rings collided with each other, and a red lightning bolt that was more than twice as thick as the previous one came down, splitting the formation curtain into a gap of twenty feet in size.

He was the first to rush out of the formation, and the others followed closely behind him, filing out from the gap, full of murderous intent.

The white-haired Taoist rushed out from behind the formation without putting away the red ring. His eyes swept across the remaining four mountains, but he didn't know which mountain the person who arrived first entered, so his escape speed slowed down.

Mo Wuchen followed behind him, and after a little thought, he guessed what he was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, you must not hesitate at all. A bird in the hand is worth a thousand in the bush. Let's find a mountain peak to break the formation first."

The white-haired Taoist priest came to his senses immediately and bowed his head: "Wulian Tianzun! Thank you, Taoist Mo, for reminding me. I almost lost my composure."

He no longer hesitated and pointed to a mountain not too far away: "We will go there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode on a beam of light and flew towards the mountain.

Mo Wuchen raised his hand and waved, leading everyone to follow.

The mountain was about a hundred miles away from here. Everyone moved very quickly and arrived in front of the formation in less than a quarter of an hour.

The white-haired Taoist priest summoned the pair of red rings, raised his hands and made a hand gesture, ready to use the Binghuo Divine Thunder to break through the formation.

But at this moment, Mo Wuchen's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped him: "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, wait a minute!"

The white-haired Taoist was startled and turned around: "What else do you want, Brother Mo?"

Mo Wuchen did not answer, turned around and looked towards the sky with a very gloomy expression.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired Taoist immediately spread out his spiritual sense and probed in the direction where Mo Wuchen was looking, and his expression became solemn.

He put away the red ring, and with a flash of his body, he came to Mo Wuchen and looked into the distance.

Seeing this, everyone turned around to look over.

After a while, more than ten rays of light appeared in the sky and headed straight towards this side.

Everyone's expression changed, and they finally understood why the white-haired Taoist priest suddenly stopped.

The escaping light was getting closer and closer, and soon it was within a hundred miles. Everyone finally saw the figure clearly.

The Zhengqing sect monks behind Mo Wuchen all had looks of disgust in their eyes.

At this time, the escaping light did not slow down, and it came in front of everyone before stopping.

The escaping light faded away, revealing eleven figures. Leading them was Ye Guihong, the leader of the Jiuli Sect, and the burly ninth-level demon king.

The white-haired Taoist looked at the burly man's strange purple and white double pupils, and for some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.

Mo Wuchen only glanced at the burly man, then looked at Ye Guihong and sneered: "Fellow Daoist Ye actually colluded with the demon race, and he is not afraid of losing the dignity of the ten major sects of the human race!"

Ye Guihong said calmly: "Friend Mo, what you said is wrong. How can there be any 'collusion'?"

"This secret realm is deep in the South Province, in Xuanwu Lake. It is the land of the demon race."

"If Senior Sun hadn't allowed it, it wouldn't be so easy for us human cultivators to enter the secret realm to search for treasures."

"Ye is traveling with Fellow Daoist Yuan because he is impressed by Senior Sun's generosity and courtesy."

"Friend Mo, you are so rude. Aren't you afraid that Senior Sun will punish you after you leave the secret realm?"

"Punish me?" Mo Wuchen sneered, "Of course I respect Senior Sun, but apart from the ancestors of our sect, no one can punish me!"

Sun Yuan is far outside the secret realm and out of reach, so what is there to be afraid of?

If Sun Yuan wanted to punish him just because he ridiculed a demon king, I really don't know whether Jiuxianzhou is dominated by humans or demons.

Ye Guihong still looked calm and composed, and shook his head slightly: "That's all I have to say, fellow Mo Daoist, please do as you please."

"But no matter what, Fellow Daoist Mo should not be disrespectful to Senior Sun."

Mo Wuchen sneered and made a few sarcastic remarks.

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist frowned and secretly stopped him: "Friend Mo, please wait. The most urgent thing is not to compete with Ye Guihong in words."

"Since the Jiuli Sect and this ninth-level demon king didn't get here in advance, who was the first to get here?"

Mo Wuchen was shocked, and no longer cared about bickering with Ye Guihong, and replied in a voice transmission: "The only people who entered the secret realm are our two sects, the Jiuli Sect, this ninth-level demon king, and the Taiming Sect."

"Since it's not the Jiuli Sect and the ninth-level demon king, it can only be the Taiming Sect."

The white-haired Taoist pondered for a moment and was about to answer when the burly man spoke.

He ignored the two people who were communicating secretly and glanced at the ruined mountain. Purple and white light flashed in his strange double pupils.

After a moment, he frowned and said, "The collapse of this peak should be caused by thunder magic... Have you two ever practiced thunder magic?"

He glanced at the two of them, and the strong murderous aura emanating from his body seemed to be tangible, condensing into a faint, strange red mist that lingered around him, giving people a sense of superiority, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

It seemed that as long as their answers were not to his liking, they would face a catastrophic disaster in the next moment.

The white-haired Taoist priest is second only to the emperor in Shaoxuan Sect and holds a very high position.

Mo Wuchen is the leader of the Zhengqing Sect, in charge of the sect and holding all the power.

Apart from being humble in front of Sun Yuan, the two men had never been treated like this by others before, and they were furious.

The white-haired Taoist looked the burly man up and down and sneered, "You are so arrogant, I think I know a little bit about the demon tribe of Nanzhou."

"But I have never heard of a person like you among the demon kings of Southern Province."

"May I ask your name, sir? How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?"

Mo Wuchen even mocked directly, "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei's Binghuo Divine Thunder is well-known in Jiuxianzhou. You are so ignorant that I really don't know how you cultivated to this level today, and how you were favored by Senior Sun and entered the secret realm alone to search for treasures." "The Sect Master Ye beside you is famous for his fickleness. I have suffered a great loss at his hands."

"You are courting a tiger, but be careful not to be eaten alive by him and end up with nothing left of your body!"

Ye Guihong's face darkened and he was about to retort, but the burly man raised his hand to stop him.

He snorted coldly and kept silent. Seeing this, Mo Wuchen couldn't help but reveal a bit of surprise in his eyes.

When did Ye Guihong become so easy to talk to? Who is this burly man?

The burly man looked at the collapsed mountain and whispered, "Binghuo Shenlei..."

There was a hint of doubt in his voice, mixed with a hint of relief. He paused for a moment, his eyes fell on Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest, and he asked coldly, "Have you two entered this peak?"

As soon as these words came out, a strong murderous aura was revealed.

At the same time, a powerful pressure slowly dissipated from him.

The cold wind that was whistling between heaven and earth suddenly stopped at this moment.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Zhengqing School and the Shaoxuan Sect seemed to be unable to bear the tremendous pressure and subconsciously retreated several feet.

When Mo Wuchen felt this powerful pressure, he was shocked. The anger that had risen inexplicably dissipated, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the burly man became full of doubt.

He took a deep breath, clasped his fists and bowed: "I didn't know that Senior Sun was here in spirit. I am ignorant of mountains and rivers, and I am sorry for any offense. I hope you will forgive me."

The pressure emanating from the burly man was exactly the same as the pressure from Sun Yuan. Although it was a little thinner, the aura of a Divine Transformation cultivator was genuine.

If he could no longer recognize the identity of the burly man, he would be unworthy of being a great monk.

Ye Guihong was in a good mood when he saw Mo Wuchen was embarrassed, and his eyes were full of sarcasm when he looked at him.

Mo Wuchen was very angry and glared back coldly, but with Sun Yuan distracted, he couldn't retaliate, so he had to endure it and keep this account.

The white-haired Taoist priest was only slightly surprised, and bowed with his fists: "Senior, I am honored to be here. I hope you will forgive me for any impoliteness."

Seeing this, Mo Wuchen sighed inwardly, feeling quite bitter.

Shaoxuanmen is guarded by the ancestor Cangsong, and the white-haired old Taoist priest is neither humble nor arrogant when facing Sun Yuan's distracted state.

Although the Jiuli sect does not have any cultivators who have reached the state of divine transformation, the ancestral beasts guarding the mountain gate are also extremely extraordinary, and no one dares to underestimate them.

Only the Zhengqing sect had no one who had achieved the state of spiritual enlightenment for many years, so they lacked confidence. Although he was the sect leader, he had to be extremely respectful in front of Sun Yuan's spirit.

But what surprised Mo Wuchen was that the burly man didn't seem to care about his offense just now, and just continued to ask: "Have you two entered this peak?"

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he answered: "I just used the Binghuo Divine Thunder to break the formation, but it was unsuccessful. We had no choice but to choose another mountain peak. Just when we were about to break the formation, you came here."

Mo Wuchen was startled, but his expression remained calm and he said nothing.

Hearing this, the burly man relaxed his expression a little, and his divine pressure also subsided. He said calmly, "In that case, you two can continue to break the formation."

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards the mountain shrouded in the immovable formation.

Ye Guihong's eyes flickered, but he did not ask. He turned around silently and followed.

The Jiuli sect monks behind him followed closely behind, and it seemed that they all followed the lead of the burly man.

Mo Wuchen frowned, and suddenly the voice of the white-haired old Taoist sounded in his ears: "Friend Mo, when Sun Yuan's spirit descends, he will definitely find a way to break the Immovable Mountain Formation. We must not let the demon race take away the legacy of our ancestors!"

Mo Wuchen was shocked, but saw a flash of light around the white-haired old Taoist, and he also flew towards the mountain.

Everyone was stunned. Mo Wuchen was the first to react. He raised his hand and waved, then followed.

When the leader takes action, the monks of the Zhengqing Sect will naturally follow closely.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators from Shaoxuan Sect were also unwilling to fall behind and chased after the white-haired old Taoist.

In an instant, more than 20 Nascent Soul cultivators heard the news and moved, all following the burly man. The long rainbow was shocking, and it was mighty and powerful, passing through the biting cold wind, and flew towards the mountain shrouded in the immovable formation.

Seeing this, the burly man stopped immediately, turned around and looked at the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen, and asked coldly: "Why did you two follow us?"

Ye Guihong and the Jiuli sect monks also stopped and turned to look over.

Mo Wuchen immediately slowed down his escape speed, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.

The white-haired old Taoist showed no fear at all, and said leisurely: "Don't be surprised, senior. The formation covering that mountain is extremely solid. The ancient sect that opened up this secret realm must have left a treasure inside."

"This junior and my three junior brothers and sisters have come from afar to bring back the legacy of our human ancestors to our sect, to offer sincere sacrifices, and to add more heritage to our human race's cultivation world."

"It's a pity that I am willing but not strong enough to break the formation."

"Since you have the intention to break the formation, I have no choice but to come here and follow your lead. I hope you will forgive me."

The burly man's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his strange double pupils. His divine pressure suddenly dissipated and he descended upon the world again: "Why should I take advantage of the fire for you?"

Facing the overwhelming pressure from the deity, the white-haired Taoist merely smiled slightly, flipped his hand and took out a talisman, about three inches long, bright yellow in color, with intricate runes, hanging above his palm, flickering with spiritual light, floating up and down unsteadily.

When the burly man saw the talisman, his eyes fixed on it: "A psychic talisman?"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "Senior, you have a keen eye. Before I left, Grandmaster Cangsong specially gave me this spiritual talisman and told me that if I encounter a disaster or if the ancestors of the human race leave a legacy, I can use this talisman."

“It’s just that I don’t know what’s in the formation, so I don’t dare to use the spiritual talisman easily and choose another mountain to break the formation.”

"But the senior has taken a fancy to that mountain. There must be treasures left by our human ancestors inside it."

"I have no choice but to obey Master Cangsong's orders and fight for it."

"If Senior does not agree, I will have no choice but to use this talisman and ask Grandmaster Cangsong to come down and discuss with you from a distance."

When he spoke, his tone was quite respectful, but there was no intention of giving in in his words.

The burly man stared at the talisman, his divine pressure slowly receded, and he said coldly: "Old Cangsong is willing to give up this spiritual talisman, which would have cost him at least a hundred years of hard training, and he actually gave it to you."

The white-haired old Taoist said calmly, "Master Cangsong has no time to split himself, so he has no choice but to resort to this last resort. I dare to ask, are you willing to join forces with me and Fellow Daoist Mo to break the formation?"

The burly man fell silent. Seeing this, Ye Guihong's eyes flashed and he sneered, "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, are you trying to threaten me with this?"

"With all ten elders of our sect here, even if you ask Senior Cangsong to send his spirit to descend, you are still no match for us!"

The white-haired Taoist priest ignored him and just stared at the burly man, saying word by word: "What do you think, senior?" (End of this chapter)