Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Zhang Wushan frowned, "After we entered this peak, we didn't encounter any restrictions blocking the way. The Yuling Sect is so strict in the placement of the ancestors, I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter."

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and bowed to Ye Wendi: "Fellow Daoist Ye, please try with your sword."

The sword cultivator's magical powers are swift and sharp, and are most suitable for breaking formations.

Ye Wendi's eyes flashed, and he immediately pointed his finger. A condensed sword light flew out and went straight towards the formation.

Ding!
A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, and a ripple appeared where the sword fell, but the formation curtain remained motionless.

Ye Wendi frowned and said, "Please step back a little, fellow Taoists."

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wu retreated ten feet from the foot of the mountain.

Ye Wendi took out the flying sword and split it into more than a dozen sword lights, which shot out at the same time.

He was only a few feet away from the formation. The sword light was short and powerful, and it shot onto the formation at an extremely fast speed. A sharp sound of metal clashing spread across the top of the mountain. Ripples continued on the formation and it trembled slightly, but it was still unbreakable.

Ye Wendi said: "This formation is very strong. Even if I use all my strength, I have only a 20% chance of breaking it. Moreover, it will make a lot of noise. It is very likely to be noticed by the Jiuli Sect cultivators and the Divine Demon Cultivator..."

Chen Yuan frowned when he heard this, stepped on the ground, and floated to the side of Ye Wendi: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you have worked hard, and I will take care of the rest."

Ye Wendi nodded, retracted his flying sword, and retreated to Zhang Wushan's side.

Chen Yuan looked at the battle scene in front of him, but a hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes.

It was not easy for Ye Wendi to break the formation. As a physical cultivator who specialized in cultivating his body, he had no means to break the formation.

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then activated Kunpeng's true blood. A pair of black wings stretched out from behind him. His hands were covered with a layer of black light. He slowly raised his hands and lightly wiped the formation curtain.

The formation was like a pool of clear water with ripples, but it remained intact under the black blade that was as big as a space crack.

Chen Yuan circulated his true energy, and the black blade in his hand became more profound and condensed. He slashed across the formation, but still to no avail.

He frowned, put down his hands, and felt helpless.

There is no need to try the teleportation technique. Even flying is restricted here, let alone the ability to use space.

But apart from this method, he could only break the formation by force, and the momentum he created would be no less than that of Ye Wendi and Zhang Wushan.

Chen Yuan flipped his hand and took out the Zixu Sword, circulated his true energy, and shook his wrist. A sword light as thin as a cicada's wing slashed out and landed silently on the formation curtain.

There was a soft "ding" sound, and the formation curtain trembled slightly. Suddenly, a strong red light appeared, as if it was dyed red with blood, and it was extremely dazzling.

The sword light dissipated, and a tiny crack appeared on the formation curtain, but it disappeared immediately.

The bloody light slowly faded away, and the battle scene returned to calm.

A cold light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, his black hair turned snow-white, his silver eyes were cold and ruthless, and were surrounded by a few rays of lightning.

Even if it would alarm the Jiuli sect cultivators and the demon cultivators who have reached the state of transformation, they couldn't care less.

He must break through this formation and enter the hall.

The three kinds of true spirit blood were stimulated at the same time, and Chen Yuan's physical strength increased dramatically. His aura surged, enough to look down on the tenth-level demon king. He punched out and hit the transparent formation curtain heavily!

boom!
A loud bang was heard, and the formation curtain began to tremble violently. Blood appeared, and cracks spread out from the place where the fist landed, densely packed together, forming a blood-red spider web.

Bang bang bang!

Chen Yuan threw several punches in succession, each of which had the power to collapse mountains and break peaks, but they were unable to break the thin formation curtain.

The blood light on the array curtain became increasingly dense, and the cracks became increasingly frequent, but it still stubbornly blocked the entrance to the hall.

It's like a general who fights to the death, with hundreds of wounds on his body, but still guarding the last position tightly.

Loud thunderous noises spread one after another, stirring up the white mist that slowly flowed around the peak, leaving messy traces in the air. Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi looked back at the stone steps, each of them summoned a flying sword seal, circulated their true energy, and prepared to go, their expressions extremely solemn.

The sound of Chen Yuan breaking the formation was so loud that it might alarm the people chasing him.

Perhaps in the next moment, the Jiuli Sect monks and the demon cultivator who had transformed into a god would come to the top of the mountain and block the three of them here, leaving them with no way to go up to heaven or down to the earth.

But this thin formation in front of the hall gate is not as solid as the formation that protects the entire mountain.

Under Chen Yuan's powerful attack, the thick blood light became dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared completely, and the formation curtain was broken.

Chen Yuan's silver eyes flashed with brilliance. Without waiting for the formation to be completely broken, he stepped forward and rushed into the hall.

Seeing this, Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi hurriedly used their light body skills and followed in.

But just as they entered the hall, Chen Yuan in front of them suddenly stopped. The two were caught off guard and had to stop.

The two were puzzled and looked up, then their bodies were shocked and they froze in place.

The hall was not as dark as it had appeared just now. As the formation curtain was broken, dozens of bronze lamps half the height of a person appeared all around, burning forever and illuminating the hall with bright lights.

A huge corpse of a monster was kneeling on one knee in the center of the hall. It was thirty feet tall, with its head against the dome of the hall, slightly lowered, facing the entrance of the hall.

The two people's gazes happened to meet its cold eyes.

A deep chill rose from the bottom of my heart, and in a trance I seemed to have traveled through eternity and returned to an ancient battlefield.

There were tragic wails in my ears, and before my eyes was an endless sea of ​​blood, with the broken corpses of countless monks and monsters floating up and down.

They were horrified to find that they were walking step by step towards a sea of ​​blood. They tried their best to stop, but their bodies were completely out of control.

"wake up!"

Just when their bodies had been immersed in the sea of ​​blood and they had smelled the strong smell of blood, a loud shout reached their ears, like a bolt from the blue, waking them up from their illusion.

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi were shocked and quickly looked away, only to find that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

The two were horrified and looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

The monster was clearly dead, but just a glance from it turned them into weak mortals and almost made them fall into an illusion, which was even more terrifying than the inner demon calamity.

If Chen Yuan had not warned them, they would have sunk into the illusion and died silently.

The two men were breathing heavily and their faces were as pale as paper.

Looking inside his body, he found that most of his true energy had evaporated, and his soul was exhausted.

In just a few breaths, it seemed as if they had been fighting for three days and three nights.

Zhang Wushan took a deep breath, clasped his fists and bowed to Chen Yuan, and said in a weak voice: "Thank you, Brother Chen, for your help."

Ye Wendi also clasped his fists and bowed, saying solemnly: "I owe you two favors, Daoist Chen."

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "It's just a piece of cake, my two Taoist friends, please be careful."

The two men nodded solemnly and looked back at the corpse of the monster, but they no longer dared to look directly into its eyes.

This is a giant white-haired ape, kneeling on its right leg, with the huge five fingers of its left hand spread out, supporting the ground.

Its body was covered with scars, as if it had been soaked in a sea of ​​blood for three days and three nights, and its snow-white fur had all turned dark red.

Its hanging right hand was almost completely broken, revealing the white bones, and its tail was broken off and dragging on the ground.

A huge wound ran through its body, and half of its heart was visible.
Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi were horrified. They could not imagine what a shocking battle this giant ape had gone through before his death. (End of this chapter)