Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

And after experiencing such a great battle, the eyes of this white-haired giant ape were surprisingly cold. There was no heroism or fear of dying in battle at all, as if it welcomed death in peace.

The two men spread out their spiritual sense and scanned the giant ape's corpse, but they were unable to penetrate its scarred body and could not see through its cultivation level at all. They were extremely shocked.

Zhang Wushan murmured, "This white-haired giant ape has been dead for who knows how many years, yet it can still block my spiritual sense."

"When it was alive, what kind of cultivation level should it have had? Could it be a demon cultivator who had transformed into a god?"

Ye Wendi also didn't dare to look at the already stiff corpse, and frowned and said: "Master once said that in ancient times there was a great war that destroyed the world and weakened the spiritual energy."

"This white-haired giant ape is most likely the Divine Demon Cultivator that was killed by the Yuling Sect in that great battle."

"But this is the place where the Yuling Sect's monks worship their ancestors. It is pure and respectful. Why would they place a monster corpse in the temple?"

The two men no longer dared to look directly into the giant ape's eyes. When they spoke, they turned their heads slightly and looked away.

Ye Wendi's eyes suddenly focused, and he took out his flying sword. His whole body was full of energy, and he asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wushan was startled and hurriedly looked in the direction he was looking, his eyes widened.

Behind the white-haired giant ape, deep in the hall, there was a jade statue several dozen feet tall.

There was a tribute table in front of the jade statue, and in front of the tribute table, there was a monk sitting cross-legged on a cushion and meditating.

This person had a half-smile on his face, his eyes slightly opened, and was looking over here. Under the candlelight, there were even two tiny flashes of light in his dark eyes, revealing a bit of eerie meaning.

Zhang Wushan suddenly met those eyes, and his heart was shocked. He subconsciously took two steps back, took out the Panlong Seal, and shouted, "Who is playing tricks here?"

Both of them were ready to go, with their magical flying swords aimed at the mysterious monk.

Chen Yuan on the side suddenly waved his hand: "Don't be alarmed, fellow Taoists. This person has already died. He is just a corpse."

The two were stunned for a moment, and immediately spread out their spiritual sense, but they were unable to extend beyond ten feet, and could not reach the mysterious monk.

They didn't dare to go forward and get close to the white-haired giant ape. They stood there for a while, feeling quite embarrassed.

But they were extremely convinced of Chen Yuan's judgment. Although they still felt a chill in their hearts under the gaze of the mysterious monk, their expressions relaxed. They put away the magic flying swords in their hands, restrained their aura, and no longer looked like they were ready to take action at any time.

Zhang Wushan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Chen. We have only encountered three skeletons along the way. It is inevitable that we were frightened when we suddenly saw someone meditating over there."

"However, Brother Chen broke the formation and we entered the hall, but this person did not ask any questions. It is obvious that he has already died. It was a false alarm for us."

Ye Wendi carefully looked at the mysterious monk and said in a deep voice: "This person is wearing a tall hat and a wide belt, which was a very popular dress in the ancient world of immortal cultivation. He should be a monk from the Yuling Sect back then."

"He has been dead for tens of thousands of years, but his body is indestructible. His cultivation must be very high. Could it be that he is a Divine Transformation cultivator like this white-haired giant ape?"

"What this person is holding in his palm seems to be a demon pill. Could it be left by the white-haired giant ape? It doesn't look like it..."

His voice slowly lowered, revealing a hint of doubt.

Zhang Wushan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the mysterious monk raised his left hand, holding a white bead about the size of a fist in his palm.

Under the illumination of the candles filling the hall, the white beads were still dim, as if covered with an indelible layer of dust. They looked ordinary and did not emanate any demonic aura.

He frowned and shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Ye must have seen it wrong. If this dead white-haired giant ape was really a demon cultivator, even if it had been dead for tens of thousands of years, the demon pill it left behind would definitely be radiant with precious light and have a strong demonic aura. How could it be so ordinary?"

"Brother Chen, do you think it is or is not...Brother Chen?"

Zhang Wushan turned around and asked Chen Yuan who was standing beside him, but found that Chen Yuan was staring at the ordinary white bead with a dazed look in his eyes.

Zhang Wushan was very surprised and called out again.

Chen Yuan finally came to his senses as if awakened from a dream. He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Fellow Daoist Ye guessed correctly. This demon pill was left by the white-haired giant ape. It is also what Chen must obtain when entering the secret realm this time!"

Upon hearing this, both of them remembered what Chen Yuan had said when they climbed the mountain just now, and looked at the dusty white bead again, their eyes somewhat doubtful.

This ordinary white bead is actually the demon pill left behind by a demon cultivator who has reached the state of transformation into a god?
Chen Yuan had no time to care about what the two people were thinking. His eyes were always on the white bead.

His left hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightly grasped the jade beads, feeling the scorching heat that was enough to burn an ordinary cultivator. His heart was agitated and he could not calm down.

When he came within a thousand feet of the peak, the jade beads in the space inside his body suddenly emitted red light and became extremely hot.

Chen Yuan immediately realized that there was a kind of true spirit blood in this mountain, and it was extremely pure, far superior to the three kinds of true spirit blood he had obtained before.

He immediately changed his mind and completely abandoned the idea of ​​finding a way to escape. He had to break the restriction on this peak.

The blood of the true spirit is so rare that even if there is a demon cultivator who has reached the level of a god chasing him, Chen Yuan is still willing to take the risk.

However, the strength of this peak's formation was far beyond his expectations.

Chen Yuan activated the Kuiniu's true blood without hesitation, and put all his strength into it, using the sky thunder technique to break the formation and rush into the mountain.

This was the first time he used the Heavenly Thunder Technique with all his strength, consuming 50% of his true energy.

However, he was extremely satisfied with the power of this Heavenly Thunder Technique. If he were a great cultivator, he would probably also die under the Heavenly Thunder.

After entering the formation, Chen Yuan was unable to fly and fell to the ground. Yu Jue lost the sensitivity to the true spirit blood.

Chen Yuan realized that the blood of the true spirit was not at the top of the peak, but on the mountainside, so he took the lead and explored the way ahead to prevent the blood of the true spirit from being obtained by Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi.

Finally, when it was less than a thousand feet away from the top of the mountain, Yu Jue regained the sensitivity to the blood of the true spirit and became hot again.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed, and except for stopping to check when he saw some white bones, he ran faster and faster.

When encountering a fork in the road, since Yu Jue's distance from the True Spirit Blood was different, its reaction was also extremely subtle. Chen Yuan used this to determine the direction to go and reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain has a panoramic view, except for this great hall. The blood of the true spirit must be in this hall.

After breaking the formation, he could not wait to rush into the hall. The first thing he saw was a white-haired giant ape with hundreds of wounds all over its body. He met its cold eyes and fell into the illusion of an ancient battlefield.

Even though he had a spiritual consciousness comparable to that of a great cultivator, he was unable to break free from the illusion and could only watch himself walk step by step into the sea of ​​blood. At this moment, the golden jade disk in Chen Yuan's soul space suddenly burst into a burst of golden light, forcibly awakening him from the illusion.

Chen Yuan came back to his senses, still with lingering fears. He knew that Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi should have also fallen into the secret realm, but he was speechless for a moment.

He remembered the words of the green-robed formation spirit, and also learned the origin of the true spirit blood in the hall.

This giant ape corpse is the descendant of Zhu Yan, the Demon King Lianxu who led the demon army to invade the human world in ancient times and controlled the Zhu Yan True Fire. Wherever he went, there were devastating losses of life and mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
But doubts soon arose in his heart. The green-robed formation spirit once said that the Yuling Sect was completely destroyed in the battle to block the White Ape Demon King, and no one survived. How could the corpse of the White Ape Demon King appear here?

He thought for a moment, but could not get an answer.

The green-robed formation spirit might have concealed the truth intentionally, or even he didn't know much about the battle.

The Yuling Sect was not completely destroyed in that war. At least some people survived and brought the corpse of the Lianxu Demon King back to the secret realm.

Chen Yuan broke out of his contemplation and gave the two a wake-up call, waking them up from their illusion.

When he turned his eyes, he spotted the monk who was meditating. He was startled and was about to take action.

But when he used his spiritual sense to take a look, he found that there was no life in this person and he had been sitting in meditation for a long time, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Yuan then saw the white bead in the hands of the monk who had passed away, but he did not care about it. He shifted his gaze and turned to look at the corpse of the White Ape Demon King, looking for the Zhuyan true blood in its body.

But for some reason, that ordinary white bead seemed inexplicably familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

Chen Yuan's thoughts turned in his mind. He looked inward at his body, and his spiritual sense probed into the space within his body. He turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi.

Suddenly, he froze in place, then suddenly lowered his head and stared at the white bead, but something else came to his mind.

The feeling this white bead gave him was surprisingly similar to that of the scroll of divine Kun fish skin!
However, Chen Yuan had kept the divine Kun fish skin in his body's internal space all along. He had only used it once when he was caught in the spatial turbulence of the abyss. For a moment, he could not remember it.

But when he scanned all the treasures in his body and saw the skin of the divine Kun fish, he immediately remembered the similarities between this object and the white bead, and an incredible idea emerged in his mind.

The divine Kun fish skin is a hidden object, and usually looks ordinary, as if it is just a piece of wild animal fur, exactly the same as the dusty white bead.

Could it be that this white bead is the demon pill left behind by the White Ape Demon King, the Great Demon Lianxu?

Is the skin of the divine Kun fish, which is extremely similar to the white beads, really just left by the divine Kun fish?
Chen Yuan looked inward from time to time, his spiritual consciousness probing into the space inside his body to take a look at the skin of the divine Kun fish, then he withdrew his spiritual consciousness and took a look at the dusty white bead. He was in a trance for a while until he was awakened by Zhang Wushan.

He took a deep breath, managed to calm his agitated mind, stepped out and walked towards the mysterious monk.

But he had just taken two steps when he stopped, retracted his gaze, and looked at the corpse of the White Ape Demon King. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he actually became hesitant.

When Chen Yuan opened his mouth just now, Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi both heard that he was determined to get the white bead, so they naturally would not compete with him and stayed where they were.

Seeing him suddenly stop, both of them were quite confused and felt a little anxious.

Zhang Wushan coughed twice and warned, "Brother Chen, the Jiuli Sect cultivators and the Divine Transformation Demon Cultivators are right behind us and will catch up at any time. Why don't you put away your demon pills and leave here as soon as possible?"

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Zhang, don't worry. The corpse of this white-haired giant ape has survived tens of thousands of years without decay. It's quite strange. Don't be careless. Let me check it out first."

As he spoke, he took out the Zixu Sword, shook his wrist, and a sword light as thin as a cicada's wing flew out and slashed on the white ape's corpse, but it was unharmed.

Chen Yuan frowned and shook his wrist. Another sword light slashed out, following the huge wound that pierced through the white ape's corpse and slashed at its heart, but it was still intact.

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi were both shocked when they saw this scene.

As expected of a demon cultivator who has reached the state of divine transformation, his body is so strong that even after tens of thousands of years of death, he can still easily block top-level flying swords.

But Chen Yuan did not stop. He slashed out several sword lights in succession, which flew into the body of the white ape through the scars on the surface of the corpse. However, the sword lights dissipated on their own as soon as they encountered the body of the white ape.

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi were both very puzzled. They didn't know why Chen Yuan treated a corpse so seriously, but they couldn't say anything to stop him and could only watch silently.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan put away the Zixu Sword, pondered for a moment, his black hair slowly turned snow-white, and slightly illusory white flames rose from his hands.

Under the gaze of the two men, Chen Yuan stood there, motionless.

After a while, the white flame on Chen Yuan's hand disappeared, and his white hair turned back to black.

The two of them became more and more confused, and Zhang Wushan couldn't help but remind them again.

But Chen Yuan seemed to have finally lost interest in the corpse and walked towards the sitting monk.

However, he still turned around and reminded them: "My two Taoist friends, please do not approach this corpse."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and agreed without hesitation, but they didn't know that Chen Yuan was also secretly relieved at this moment.

He was certainly not afraid of a corpse, but he suddenly remembered that the Demon Lord was sealed in the Demon Realm by the ancient cultivators of Donghua Continent, but his residual soul survived and nearly turned the Donghua Continent's cultivation world upside down tens of thousands of years later.

That remnant soul was the Demon Lord Lianxu in his previous life, and the White Ape Demon King was also a great demon Lianxu in his previous life. They may have some secret skills to save their lives, and they also have demon spirits that are lingering on. When he relaxes, they suddenly take over his body.

Chen Yuan tried it out, but the Zixu Sword failed. He then released the Zhuyan True Fire, but still found nothing.

The life force of the white ape's corpse had long been gone, and there was no way that its evil spirit could remain.

He finally felt relieved and walked towards the monk who had passed away.

But Chen Yuan still didn't dare to touch the White Ape Demon Pill directly. He stopped in front of the cultivator, spread out his spiritual sense, and scanned the White Ape Demon Pill inch by inch, but found nothing.

He stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood again, and Zhu Yan's true fire rose above his hands, wrapping around the white demon pill and burning it for a while, but still found nothing.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, then spread out his spiritual sense and scanned the body of the monk several times.

Zhu Yan's true fire penetrated into his spiritual space, and it was dead silent, and most of it had been annihilated.

Chen Yuan collected Zhu Yan's true blood, raised his hand to take the demon pill into his hand, and waited for a moment, but nothing unusual happened.

He took out a wooden box made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood, put the White Ape Demon Pill in it, affixed a soul-sealing talisman, and stored it in his body space. Finally, a smile appeared on his face. (End of this chapter)