Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

When Chen Yuan heard this, he was startled and felt shocked instead of happy.

Naturally, he didn't want to hand over the treasure in his hand, but he was innocent but guilty of possessing the treasure.

In front of the two gods, those precious spiritual herbs and the remains of the white ape demon king's demon elixir became hot potatoes.

He deliberately left the demon pill in order to further test the two of them.

He originally thought that the two would let him leave the demon pill and hand over the remains, spiritual herbs and other treasures.

Unexpectedly, the two of them did not take a single cent, as if they were not interested in the treasures in the secret realm at all.

The two of them were willing to offend the demon cultivator who had reached the state of divine transformation in order to protect him, even if it was not for the treasure. So what was their purpose?
The white-haired Taoist priest had already shown murderous intent, but it seemed that after communicating with the black-robed old man, he suddenly changed his mind and asked him to reveal the true blood of the Kun fish.

The blood of Kun fish is of course precious in the world of immortal cultivation, but the Kun fish clan is in the sea of ​​​​ten thousand monsters.

For a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation, the true blood of the Kun fish is something that can be easily obtained.

Kunyang, the patriarch of the Kunyu clan, is a level 10 demon king with extremely pure blood, making him easy to kill.

Even if he refined the true blood of the Kun fish, he shouldn't be looked at differently by a Divine Transformation cultivator...

Chen Yuan's thoughts were in turmoil, but he didn't show it on his face.

Wang Xuan Ge turned to look at Ye Guihong and said, "Little friend Ye, have you decided which mountain you want to enter to search for treasure?"

After being refuted repeatedly by the white-haired Taoist priest, Ye Guihong lowered his head slightly, looked ashen, and stood there motionless.

At this moment, Wang Xuange asked him, he forced himself to be strong, clasped his fists and bowed: "Junior will choose the mountain that is closest to this peak."

Wang Xuan Ge nodded slightly and said, "All the treasures in that mountain belong to you, my friend. However, I am quite interested in ancient books."

"If you find the jade slip left behind, can you let me make a copy?"

Ye Guihong agreed immediately, and Wang Xuange looked at the white-haired old Taoist beside him and said, "Does Daoist Cangsong have anything you like?"

The old white-haired Taoist had never taken his eyes off Chen Yuan. He only looked away after hearing what he said and replied casually, "Fellow Daoist Qin, please choose first. Just leave one for me."

Wang Xuan Ge looked at Mo Wu Chen, who did not wait for him to ask, and quickly replied: "Junior will follow the arrangements of the senior."

Wang Xuange pondered for a moment and said, "Then I will leave the mountain sixty miles away from this peak to your sect. What do you think, friend Mo?"

Mo Wuchen agreed immediately, and the core area of ​​this ancient secret realm was divided up among the four sects.

However, Mo Wuchen looked at the burly man with a hint of worry and asked, "Senior Qin, Senior Sun's real body is outside the secret realm. Even if we find the treasure, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape safely..."

Wang Xuan Ge said gently, "Don't worry, my dear friend Mo. I will be here soon. I think my dear friend Sun will give me some face."

Mo Wuchen showed a look of joy, but the burly man tied up by the blue rope had a slightly changed expression, and couldn't help asking, "Fellow Daoist Qin, why do you have to do this just for a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Wang Xuan Ge did not answer, but suddenly raised his right hand, and his palm was like a knife, and slashed across his forehead.

The two small dragon horns formed by the blue spiritual light broke off at the same time, turning into two balls of spiritual energy and falling into his palm.

Wang Xuange's aura suddenly weakened, but he turned a deaf ear to it. The spells in his hands kept changing, and the two balls of spiritual light in his palm gradually merged into one, turning into a three-inch long, lifelike blue dragon. He raised his hand and sent it, and the blue dragon let out a long groan, suddenly showing a look of pain, breaking into pieces, turning into dots of blue light, and dissipating in the air.

The white-haired Taoist stroked his beard and said slowly, "I have been practicing hard in the sect for more than 500 years. It is time for me to come out and stretch my muscles."

He flipped his hand and took out a blank piece of bright yellow talisman paper. He didn't use a talisman pen or talisman water. He just stretched out his right index finger and a flash of spiritual light appeared.

He shook his wrist, pointed his finger and drew a complex seal script on the talisman paper.

The talisman paper glowed brightly, and the white-haired old Taoist pointed his finger again. The seal characters on the talisman paper rose up, as if they were real, and ignited without fire, turning into a curtain of light.

He raised his hand, used his finger as a pen, and slowly wrote a few words on the light curtain, but no trace was left.

With every movement of the white-haired Taoist's fingertips, the Qi in his body would weaken a little.

When he withdrew his right hand, the light curtain trembled slightly, collapsed on its own, and dissipated.

The white-haired old Taoist showed a bit of fatigue on his face, and his energy was extremely weak. He bowed to Wang Xuange and said, "This strand of my spirit has been consumed too much and is about to dissipate. I will leave the matter here to Fellow Daoist Qin."

Wang Xuange returned the greeting by bowing: "Just give it to Qin."

The white-haired Taoist stroked his beard and smiled. He closed his eyes slightly, and the energy in his body changed quietly.

After three breaths, he opened his eyes, revealing a bit of confusion. He blinked a few more times before coming to his senses. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xuan Ge: "Junior Xuanweizi, greetings to the senior!"

Wang Xuan Ge said gently, "No need to be polite. It will take at least a day for me and Daoist Cangsong to get here. You should rest for a while before looking for opportunities and treasures."

The white-haired Taoist priest responded respectfully, walked to the side, and looked at Chen Yuan deeply with a complicated expression.

He sat cross-legged, took out a pill, swallowed it, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, and the energy in his body slowly recovered.

The few people who survived were also meditating to heal their wounds. Their souls had been severely damaged by the burning of Zhu Yan's true fire, so they had to stabilize their injuries first and then recover after leaving the secret realm.

Wang Xuan Ge turned around and instructed the three Taiming Sect monks to search for the treasure in the mountain and any possible teleportation array.

Ye Guihong and Mo Wuchen, who were meditating, trembled slightly when they heard this, but they felt helpless in their hearts.

Everyone knows that the treasures in this mountain are the most precious, but who can compete with a cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation?

Everyone could only continue to meditate, and although Chen Yuan had fought several times with the burly man and the white-haired Taoist priest, he had just taken a drop of thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and his dantian was filled with true energy.

Also, because of the White Ape Demon King's immortal body, he did not have any injuries on his body and did not need to meditate or regulate his breathing.

He glanced at Ye Wendi, who had just taken the pill and was recuperating with his eyes closed, sighed softly, and slowly walked to Zhang Wushan.

His body was affected by the aftermath of the fight between Chen Yuan and the burly man and the white-haired Taoist priest. He was lying under a dead tree, with the wound on his dantian so deep that the bone was visible.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes wide open, frozen with astonishment and unwillingness.

Chen Yuan stopped and stared at Zhang Wushan's face without moving. After a long while, he sighed and a look of deep guilt appeared on his face.

He clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Zhang Wushan's body, made three long bows, and murmured, "I didn't kill Brother Zhang, but Brother Zhang died because of me. Rest in peace..." (End of this chapter)