Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

After Chen Yuan put away the demon pill, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He turned his gaze and looked at the body of the monk who had passed away.

On his left wrist, he wore an intact mustard seed ring, which flickered under the illumination of the bronze candles in the hall.

He raised his hand and the mustard seed ring broke away from the monk's wrist and fell into Chen Yuan's hands.

Seeing this, Zhang Wushan's eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

Chen Yuan swept his spiritual sense around, and an extremely solid spiritual sense barrier was imprinted on the mustard seed ring, blocking his spiritual sense out.

Chen Yuan did not hesitate and immediately activated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned snow-white, and Zhu Yan's true fire rose from his hands, wrapping around the mustard seed ring.

The spiritual barrier quickly melted away, and a smile appeared on Chen Yuan's face. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and the smile slowly disappeared.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the mustard seed ring in his hand, his body motionless.

Zhang Wushan saw this scene from a distance and felt a little anxious. He asked, "May I ask, Brother Chen, is there any record of the location of the teleportation array in this person's mustard seed ring?"

Ye Wendi frowned and whispered, "What do you mean, Brother Zhang? Could it be that Brother Chen can break the spiritual imprint of this mustard seed ring within a few breaths?"

Zhang Wushan nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye's guess is correct. Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I have heard from my master that the white spiritual fire in Brother Chen's hand is specifically used to suppress the mind and soul consciousness, so a mere spiritual consciousness imprint is naturally no problem."

Ye Wendi suddenly realized and looked at Chen Yuan intently, feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Chen Yuan slowly raised his head, turned around, glanced at the two people, and shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you two Taoist friends. There are only some spirit stones and elixirs in this person's mustard seed ring, nothing else..."

As he spoke, he put the mustard seed ring on his left wrist and said calmly, "My original mustard seed ring happened to be destroyed by the spatial fluctuations contained in the spiritual energy storm when the secret realm was opened."

"Could you two Taoist friends give me this mustard seed ring?"

When the two heard this, they couldn't help but show some disappointment in their eyes, but they had no objection to Chen Yuan's action of taking the mustard ring.

Zhang Wushan said: "We can come here only because of Brother Chen's help. As long as Brother Chen is willing, a mustard seed ring is nothing."

Ye Wendi said nothing and just nodded.

The sword cultivator is straightforward and only has strength in his eyes.

In his opinion, Chen Yuan was far stronger than himself, and had all kinds of magical powers and methods. It was only natural for him to monopolize the treasure.

Previously, he distributed the spiritual herbs to himself and Zhang Wushan, which seemed a little too generous.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, suddenly turned around and flicked his sleeves.

The body of the monk who had passed away on the cushion collapsed from top to bottom, and several broken spirit beast bags around his waist turned into dust and scattered all over the ground.

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

After a while, Zhang Wushan finally reacted. He looked at the dust around the futon with a look of surprise on his face and asked, "Brother Chen, why did you destroy this person's body?"

Chen Yuan sighed softly, "I have taken this elder's mustard seed ring, which is considered as inheriting his legacy. How can I let his body be exposed in the palace and not rest in peace?"

As he spoke, he took out a simple-looking wooden box from the mustard seed ring. He raised his sleeve and flicked it. The dust on the ground slowly rose up, gathered into a thin stream, and flew into the wooden box.

He put the wooden box into the mustard seed ring and turned around: "I want to let this senior rest in peace, which can be regarded as repaying his kindness of giving me the treasure."

Zhang Wushan suddenly realized: "Brother Chen is so righteous. I admire him."

Ye Wendi said, "Fellow Daoist Chen has obtained the demon pill, so it's time for us to leave this place, avoid the Jiuli sect cultivators and the incarnation demon cultivator, and continue to look for the teleportation array."

Zhang Wushan heard this and turned to look at the corpse of the white-haired giant ape. He sighed, "It's a pity that the corpse of this divine demon cultivator is too hard to be taken away..."

Chen Yuan stared at the corpse of the white-haired giant ape for a long while before he looked away and walked towards the entrance of the hall. He said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Ye is right. We should not stay here for long."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi took a last look at the white ape's corpse with some reluctance, then followed Chen Yuan out of the hall.

Zhang Wushan looked at Chen Yuan and asked, "In your opinion, where should we go next?"

Chen Yuan stepped forward without hesitation, performed the Light Body Technique, and said calmly: "Let's find a secluded place first, away from the eyes and ears of the Jiuli Sect and the Divine Demon Cultivator, and then wait and see what happens."

Both of them thought this made sense, nodded, and followed closely, leaving the top of the mountain and running down the stone steps.

……

The burly man's strange purple-white pupils flashed with cold light. He stared at the spiritual talisman and slowly said, "For the sake of fellow Daoist Cangsong, I will agree to your request. However, to break the formation, you still need to work together."

The white-haired Taoist priest smiled, put away the talisman, clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, you are wise."

Ye Guihong's heart sank, and he secretly transmitted his voice: "Senior, this Xuanweizi is so disrespectful to you, how can we let him succeed..."

The burly man interrupted, "Young friend Ye, do you want to see Taoist Cangsong's spirit split and descend to fight with me, so that both sides will suffer losses and Qin Wuya, the young man, will benefit?"

Ye Guihong was speechless for a moment. The burly man could call the Divine Intensification cultivator a junior, but he did not dare to disrespect the Divine Intensification cultivator of the human race.

The burly man ignored him and looked at the white-haired old man again: "I have said before, there is something in this peak that I am determined to get, you must not fight for it."

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said: "It seems that the senior knows this secret realm very well. Before breaking the formation, he already knows what treasures are inside..."

The burly man did not comment, and said calmly: "Young friend, do you agree or not?"

The white-haired old Taoist frowned and said, "I shouldn't have fought with my elders, but I am here on the orders of Grandmaster Cangsong. I dare not say that I can take back all the treasures left by our ancestors, but I can't just give them up for no reason."

"May I ask what treasure you have set your eyes on, could you please tell me a little?"

The burly man said calmly, "Don't worry, my friend. The thing I'm interested in is the remains of an ancestor of my demon race, and it's not left by a human cultivator. Fellow Daoist Cangsong will never blame you."

The white-haired old Taoist laughed: "Could it be that the remains of the demon pill that the senior took a fancy to were left by a demon cultivator who had transformed into a god? This is a rare treasure that only comes once in a thousand years..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the burly man's eyes, and his figure disappeared on the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of the white-haired old Taoist, staring down at him, and said word by word: "This master is outside the secret realm. If you are interested in the Divine Demon Pill, you can invite Taoist Cangsong to come and compete with this master."

The white-haired Taoist was shocked. He turned his head slightly to avoid the burly man's cold pupils and forced a smile: "I just said something wrong. Please calm down. Since these are the remains left by the ancestors of the demon race, they should belong to you..."

The burly man sneered, turned around, and flew towards the mountain shrouded in the immovable formation.

The white-haired Taoist took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked, "Excuse me, Senior, besides the remains of the demon race, are there any other treasures in this mountain?"

The burly man didn't even turn his head and said calmly: "I only know the remains of the demon race, and I don't know anything else. If you want to regret it now, it's not too late."

The white-haired old Taoist was startled, and suddenly Mo Wuchen's voice sounded in his ears: "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, should we still join forces with them?"

The white-haired Taoist priest groaned for a moment and replied in a voice transmission: "This Immovable Mountain Formation is so difficult to break, and Sun Yuan values ​​this mountain so much. This peak must be the center of the secret realm and contain great treasures. We must not miss this opportunity."

Mo Wuchen said solemnly: "In this case, I will risk my life to accompany you. I hope you will not forget our agreement that we will split the treasures fifty-fifty."

The white-haired old Taoist said calmly: "If there is no need to ask Grandmaster Cangsong to send his spirit to descend, the treasures obtained will naturally be divided equally between the two sects."

"But if the situation is critical and I use this spiritual talisman, our sect will get at least 70% of the treasures I obtain." Mo Wuchen paused and replied helplessly, "Let's follow your advice."

The burly man had already arrived in front of the mountain and said calmly, "If you haven't returned yet, then we'll break the formation quickly."

"The younger generation of the Taiming Sect will arrive at any time. If we are late, something bad will happen."

Upon hearing this, Ye Guihong, Mo Wuchen and the white-haired Taoist priest did not dare to delay any longer and immediately summoned the monks in their sect and came to the front of the mountain together.

Everyone dispersed, the white-haired Taoist priest offered up the pair of red rings wrapped in spiritual fire, and Mo Wuchen threw out a feather fan woven from seven-colored feathers.

The monks of the Zhengqing School and the Shaoxuan Sect also took out their magic weapons and summoned their supernatural powers.

Nearly ten Nascent Soul cultivators attacked at the same time, and the spiritual energy from all around was condensed. Precious light shone in the sky, covering the sun in the sky.

Ye Guihong flicked the spirit beast bag at his waist and summoned a spirit beast. The spirit beast swelled up in the wind and became ten feet in size. It looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar, the sound was heard for a hundred miles, and its might was felt in all directions.

Everyone looked sideways and saw that the beast had a dragon head and a lion body, with red-gold scales all over its body. Its four claws were like those of a dragon and were exceptionally thick. A circle of mane around its neck was like flames rising up. It looked majestic and had a strong demonic aura. It was actually a level ten Suanni.

After the lion roared for a long time, it suddenly turned its head and stared at Mo Wuchen, letting out a low roar, its dragon eyes full of provocation.

Mo Wuchen sneered, seeming to be very disdainful, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The other Jiuli sect monks also slapped the spirit beast bags on their waists and summoned out a spirit beast each.

Ten monsters mixed together, and their demonic aura rose into the sky, dispersing the pure and spiritual energy condensed by the monks of the Zhengqing Sect and the Shaoxuan Sect.

The demonic energy and spiritual energy were mixed together in the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color and became unstable.

"Do it!"

The burly monster flashed in front of the formation and threw a punch. The formation shook violently and flashed with spiritual light.

The white-haired Taoist raised his hand and made a gesture, the red rings collided, and red lightning fell from the sky and struck the formation curtain.

Mo Wuchen pointed his fingers and gently waved the feather fan made of seven-colored feathers, which raised a breeze and immediately turned into a green tornado and rushed straight towards the formation.

Ye Guihong's mind moved, and the Suanni roared. The mane on its neck turned into a circle of flames, and it opened its mouth and spewed out a column of lava fire, shooting onto the formation curtain.

Everyone followed closely behind, some controlling magic weapons, some displaying their supernatural powers, and some commanding spirit beasts.

For a moment, the sea of ​​fire and torrential rain intertwined, red thunder and torrential rain fell together, the formation curtain shook violently, and there were cracks everywhere, but it did not break.

Endless spiritual energy poured out from the formation, condensing into balls of spiritual mist, quickly repairing the cracks in the formation.

Mo Wuchen's heart sank. What the young cultivator said was true. This Immovable Mountain Formation was too solid. Even if twenty Nascent Soul cultivators worked together, they would not be able to break it with one blow.

At this moment, a sharp gleam flashed in the burly man's eyes. He opened his mouth and gently blew out a breath of purple-white air, blowing it onto the formation curtain.

The formation that had withstood the attack of twenty Nascent Soul cultivators was shattered, revealing a huge gap of a hundred feet in size.

The burly man laughed loudly, and then he flew into the gap.

The white-haired Taoist was startled. He put away the red ring, and rushed in with a flash of light.

Mo Wuchen and Ye Guihong followed closely behind, and everyone hurriedly put away their magic weapons and spiritual beasts, concealed their magical powers and secret techniques, and followed.

But as soon as they entered the formation, they felt a huge force pressing on their shoulders and their bodies fell down. They were shocked and hurriedly circulated their true energy, but it was of no avail.

The voice of the white-haired old Taoist came from below: "Don't panic, there is a no-fly ban here, and you can't fly away."

Everyone felt a little relieved and stopped resisting this huge force. They let their bodies fall down and soon landed safely.

But before they had time to rest for a moment, they saw the burly man performing the Light Body Technique and running towards the mountain.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest, Ye Guihong and Mo Wuchen immediately called on the monks in their sect to follow.

The group of people came to the foot of the mountain in a mighty procession, and saw a wide stone staircase winding up. Next to it stood a stone tablet with three large characters "Wanling Peak" engraved on it.

The burly man had already climbed onto the stone steps, followed closely by Ye Guihong and the Jiuli sect monks.

The white-haired Taoist glanced at the stone tablet and murmured, "Wanling Peak..."

His mind raced, trying to recall the ancient books he had read, but he found nothing.

The white-haired Taoist didn't dare to waste time and had to order the Shaoxuanmen monks to climb the stone steps.

Mo Wuchen and the monks of the Zhengqing Sect did not miss a single step. On the wide stone steps, the group of people kept running like floating catkins.

The white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen quickly caught up with the burly man and Ye Guihong, and the four of them kept pace.

The white-haired Taoist priest had a wary look on his face. He glanced around and his spiritual sense was always spreading out to investigate the surrounding situation.

This place must be the core of the secret realm, and it is very likely that there are many restrictions.

But he soon discovered that his spiritual sense could only extend to thirty feet away. He was startled and secretly asked Mo Wuchen through voice transmission, and it was the same.

He secretly sent a message to the formation cultivator named Liu, and learned that his spiritual sense could only extend beyond twenty feet.

As for the other two Nascent Soul early stage cultivators of Shaoxuan Sect, their spiritual awareness could only cover ten feet around them.

The white-haired old Taoist frowned and looked at the burly man: "This place is strictly restricted, restricting the flight of spiritual consciousness. Senior is so anxious, aren't you afraid of being trapped in the formation?"

The burly man said calmly: "Don't worry, my friend. Apart from these two kinds of restrictions, there are no other formations here."

After saying this, he continued running up the mountain without slowing down at all.

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest and Mo Wuchen had no choice but to follow, but they lagged behind a little.

Since the burly man is so confident, it's a good opportunity to let him lead the way.

They are all Nascent Soul cultivators, and even if they are just performing light body techniques, their speed is extremely fast.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they reached the halfway point of the mountain, only seven hundred feet away from the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, a few muffled sounds came faintly from a distance, breaking the silence on the stone steps.

Everyone was startled and involuntarily slowed down their pace.

Ye Guihong looked up at the top of the mountain, his face full of surprise: "The sound seems to come from the top of the mountain. Could it be that someone got ahead of us?"

The burly man seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the white-haired old man: "Did you really split that mountain with the Binghuo Divine Thunder?"

The white-haired old Taoist was stunned for a moment, looking a little embarrassed: "To be honest, this was not done by me. When we arrived, the mountain had already collapsed..."

The burly man's expression changed, and he shouted, "How dare you! If you ruin my plan, I will tear you into pieces!" (End of this chapter)