Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since you are interested, I dare not hide anything. Please listen carefully..."

He then recited a thousand-word spell, and at the end he said, "This spell is called 'Spring Breeze Transforming Rain'. I got it from a human cultivator. It is very exquisite."

"But there are many restrictions. Over the years, I have only used it a few times."

Chen Yuan frowned slightly. He had already memorized this spell. It was just as the middle-aged scholar said, this method of gentle breeze and rain was quite useless.

As the name suggests, to use this magical power one needs to condense a wisp of spiritual thought and secretly send it into the opponent's body. Little by little, it will subtly influence their mind. One should not rush it, as it is like the spring rain that moistens everything silently.

The primordial spirit's thoughts can only be condensed when the spirit-soul space is transformed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Nascent Soul is integrated with the spirit-soul to become the primordial spirit.

In this case, the remnant soul of the middle-aged scholar is not the soul, but the primordial spirit.

Only the primordial spirit could be so pure. Every strand of spiritual power was a hundred times stronger than Chen Yuan's. He almost exhausted the mysterious golden light before he regained his body.

But compared with the primordial spirit, this condensed primordial spirit's thoughts are extremely fragile and cannot be transmitted out of thin air.

It requires the use of a treasure or a forbidden formation, and it must be concealed from the opponent's eyes and ears. It is only useful for cultivators whose cultivation is one major realm lower than theirs, and has many restrictions.

No wonder the middle-aged scholar said it without hesitation. If the opponent's cultivation was one level lower than Chen Yuan's, why would he need to use this method of gentle rain and gentle breeze to secretly influence his mind? He could just kill him directly.

In other words, the middle-aged scholar was trapped in the Hall of All Spirits, unable to leave at all. Chen Yuan needed to fall into the trap himself, and only then could this method of gentle breeze and rain come in handy.

But Chen Yuan still expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Demon King, for your teachings..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed and he changed his words, "Chen, I'll excuse myself first."

After saying this, Chen Yuan's Nascent Soul closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had lost his spirit and became indifferent and emotionless.

The middle-aged scholar sat down cross-legged again, slowly closed his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

……

When Chen Yuan withdrew his spiritual sense, he just saw Wang Xuan Ge instructing everyone to take shelter for a while, so he immediately stepped aside.

Afterwards, Wang Xuan Ge took out a jar of clear water from the mustard seed ring. The water was pure and pure, and one could tell at a glance that it was a top-grade spiritual material, in no way inferior to the Nine-Bend Yellow Sand that Chen Yuan had been searching for in Donghua Island.

Wang Xuan Ge raised his hand and made a gesture, and spiritual water flew out from the altar, wrapping around the remains of the White Ape Demon King, turning it into a round ball and slowly shrinking.

Wang Xuan Ge had a solemn expression and seemed to be struggling. Three Tai Ming Sect monks were standing beside him, glancing around with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

But how could anyone dare to offend a Divine Transformation cultivator? They just watched quietly.

A quarter of an hour later, the remains of the White Ape Demon King wrapped in spiritual water shrank to a size of ten feet and finally stopped.

Wang Xuan Ge let out a light breath and put the remains of the demon king into the mustard seed ring.

After just a quarter of an hour, his already weakening energy became even weaker.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators of Taiming Sect felt relieved and stepped aside.

Wang Xuan Ge checked again personally and confirmed that there was nothing else in the Hall of All Spirits. He glanced at Chen Yuan casually and ordered everyone to leave the hall and go down the mountain.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he raised his hand to stroke the mustard seed ring on his left wrist.

He hesitated for a moment, then followed in silence.

Once a god speaks his words, he cannot take them back.

Since the black-robed old man had already allowed Chen Yuan to keep the treasure, there was no reason for him to go back on his word for the sake of his face.

Moreover, the old man in black robe had other requests. If I could satisfy him, I would definitely not have to give up the treasure.

But if I cannot satisfy him, the treasure is a small matter, but my life may be in danger. It is useless to try to flatter him and beg for life now.

Everyone performed the Light Body Technique, and a Tai Ming Sect cultivator grabbed the burly man and walked down the stone steps to the foot of the mountain.

Wang Xuan Ge said, "I have not arrived yet, so you guys should first search for treasures and opportunities in the other four peaks."

Upon hearing this, the heavy expressions of the three great monks eased a lot, and their anger over the tragic death of the elders also eased a lot.

Everyone came to the foot of the mountain and stopped at the edge of the formation.

Mo Wuchen frowned and said, "This Immovable Mountain Formation is extremely solid. Our souls are damaged and it is difficult to break through it..."

The white-haired Taoist bowed to Wang Xuan Ge and said respectfully, "When Daoist Wang entered this formation just now, he did so silently and easily. There must be a way to break the formation. Could you please help me break it again?"

Everyone looked at Wang Xuange with anticipation.

But the three Taiming Sect monks looked embarrassed. Wang Xuange shook his head slightly: "When my nephew Wang entered this place, he used a forbidden talisman to break the formation."

"That was the last forbidden-breaking talisman in his hand. Now, if you want to break the formation, you and I have to work together."

Everyone was stunned, and Mo Wuchen was even more surprised. He had never thought that Wang Xuange actually had a talisman that could break the ban in his hand.

Chen Yuan had never heard of the forbidden-breaking talisman before, but when he saw the expression on Mo Wuchen's face, he knew that this talisman must be extremely precious.

Regardless of whether what the old man in black robe said was true or not, he would definitely not take out the ban-breaking talisman again.

If they want to break the formation, they need to exert their own strength.

Ye Guihong suddenly turned to look at Chen Yuan, his eyes fell on his left wrist, and asked, "Did Daoist Chen get the mustard seed ring from the secret realm?"

Everyone turned their heads, and Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he said lightly: "Not bad."

When the secret realm was opened, his and the Jiuli Sect's mustard seed rings were destroyed in the spiritual energy storm, and it was useless to cover them up.

Ye Guihong narrowed his eyes and his voice turned cold: "The corpses we found have all turned into bones, and the mustard rings have long since decayed."

"And the mustard seed ring in Fellow Daoist Chen's hand has survived tens of thousands of years without dying. Its owner must have been extraordinary during his lifetime, and held a high status in this ancient sect."

"I wonder what treasure is in the mustard seed ring. Is there a central array disk that controls the secret realm array?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I'm sorry to disappoint Fellow Daoist Ye. There are only some spirit stones and elixirs in the mustard seed ring, but no central array disk."

Ye Guihong clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xuange: "Senior Qin, this man's one-sided statement is unbelievable to me. Please give the order to have him take out the treasure in the mustard seed ring and check it out."

"If there is a central array disk in it, we can save a lot of effort."

Wang Xuange frowned and turned to look at Chen Yuan: "Friend Chen, do you really not have the central array disk that controls the secret realm array?"

Chen Yuan said firmly: "I dare not deceive you, senior. There is really no central array in this mustard seed ring."

Ye Guihong asked: "Then why don't you dare to take out the treasure and let us check it for ourselves?" "I'm afraid the most precious treasure in this secret realm has already fallen into your hands."

"You have plundered all the spiritual herbs in the spiritual medicine garden. There are at least hundreds of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and I don't know how many three-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs there are. Maybe there are even five-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs."

"Besides, this secret realm is so huge, the ancient sect that opened up the secret realm must be very powerful."

"Perhaps there is a spiritual treasure that can suppress it, and you got there first and took it into your pocket..."

When everyone heard this, the look in their eyes when they looked at Chen Yuan changed slightly, revealing some inexplicable meaning.

Chen Yuan turned his head to look at Ye Guihong, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Although there are many spiritual herbs in the spiritual medicine garden, 90% of them are low-level spiritual herbs under a thousand years old."

"If Fellow Daoist Ye is interested, I can give some to you."

"As for the spiritual treasure, I am just a casual cultivator, and I have never heard of such a treasure in the world, let alone seen one. I hope Brother Daoist Ye can teach me."

Ye Guihong sneered and was about to retort, but Wang Xuange said, "Wait a minute, my friend Ye. Treasures belong to those who are destined to have them. Since I asked my friend Chen to keep what he has obtained, I will not change my mind."

Ye Guihong was still unwilling to give in: "Senior Qin, this person's words are one-sided, don't trust them lightly..."

Wang Xuan Ge said calmly: "Since Chen Xiaoyou said that he doesn't have the central array disk, why does Ye Xiaoyou have to be so aggressive?"

Ye Guihong didn't dare to say anything more. He glanced at Chen Yuan coldly with an ugly expression.

Seeing Wang Xuan Ge defending Chen Yuan like this, everyone suppressed the dark thoughts in their hearts.

Chen Yuan sneered in his heart. Ye Guihong was unworthy of being a great cultivator. It was not known whether it was because his soul was damaged, but he was obviously blinded by hatred.

Since the old man in black robe has made a decision, how could he change it easily?

Afterwards, under the arrangement of the two formation masters Qi Hanzhou and the cultivator surnamed Liu, everyone used their magical powers one by one. Then, with Wang Xuange's decisive strike, they quickly broke the formation.

Chen Yuan was extremely conspicuous in the crowd. He was the only one who did not take out any magic weapon. However, relying solely on the strength of his physical body, his power was in no way inferior to the magical skills displayed by everyone else.

The Spiritual Transformation cultivator was also a Spiritual Transformation cultivator, far superior to a Nascent Soul cultivator. A single strike from him was equivalent to the combined strength of three great cultivators. Everyone's face showed awe.

But when Chen Yuan watched Wang Xuan Ge display his magical powers, he felt in his heart that if he gave it his all and stimulated the three kinds of true spirit blood at the same time, he might not be helpless in the face of the black-robed old man who was extremely exhausted and distracted.

After breaking out of the formation, everyone went their separate ways to look for treasures.

The formations on the remaining four mountains are also quite strong, but they can be broken by great cultivators.

The three great monks broke the formation one after another. Among them, the white-haired old Taoist was the most miserable. He entered the formation alone and had to do everything by himself.

Wang Xuan Ge made a casual strike and broke the formation of the selected mountain. Three Tai Ming Sect monks entered the formation to search for treasure, leaving only Wang Xuan Ge, Chen Yuan, Ye Wen Di and the tied-up burly man.

After everyone left, Chen Yuan looked hesitant and looked at Wang Xuange frequently. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but closed it again.

Wang Xuan Ge saw this and said gently, "Young friend Chen, do you have anything to say?"

Chen Yuan felt relieved. He clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xuange and was about to speak.

Wang Xuange raised his hand to stop, then pointed at the burly man. The blue rope on his body extended a layer of blue light shield, covering him.

The burly man sneered, but no sound came out, and closed his eyes.

Wang Xuan Ge put down his hand: "Okay, you can talk now, my friend."

Chen Yuan glanced at the burly man and said, "I am just a casual cultivator, and I have only met you once, but you are so caring to me. I am very scared."

"May I ask, Senior, why do you insist that I go to Suyue Lake?"

"If there is anything I can do for you, please just ask. I will do my best, even if it means my death."

Wang Xuan Ge smiled slightly: "Don't worry, my friend, I have a great opportunity for you."

"However, whether you can take on this opportunity or not, we will have to return to Su Yue Lake to find out."

Chen Yuan's heart sank. He didn't want any great opportunity. He just wanted to escape from the secret realm safely and stay as far away from the old man in black robe as possible.

The treasures in the mustard seed ring are enough for him to cultivate to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage. The demon pill left by the middle-aged scholar is enough to make the Zhuyan true blood in his body extremely pure, surpassing the Kunpeng true blood and Kuiniu true blood, and become his most powerful trump card again.

But the old man in black robe was distracted and wanted to give him an opportunity, so he couldn't refuse. He had to show gratitude and accept it respectfully.

But Chen Yuan was extremely nervous. He and the old man in black robe were not related or old friends, but he insisted on giving him an opportunity.

This "opportunity" that falls from the sky is not so easy to accept, it might be a fatal disaster.

Wang Xuange raised his hand and the blue light shield disappeared. He sat cross-legged on a rock and closed his eyes to rest.

The burly man opened his eyes and looked Chen Yuan up and down with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Chen Yuan ignored him and turned to Ye Wendi, clasping his fists and bowing: "I was careless for a moment and killed Brother Zhang. Even you almost got into trouble. Please forgive me."

Ye Wendi stared at Chen Yuan with a complicated expression. After a while, he sighed, "Daoyou, don't blame yourself. You were almost possessed by the remnant spirit of the White Ape Demon King. Brother Zhang's death is not your fault."

"Ye was so angry that he lost his mind."

“But now that I think about it, I can see that you have been fighting against the remaining soul of the White Ape Demon King.”

"Otherwise, if he misses the first strike, he will definitely not stop."

“However, when Brother Zhang left the sect, he had not yet formed a fetus, so his means of preserving his life were still a little lacking.”

"And I'm lucky. Before I left, the head of the sect gave me a sword energy from the Azure Sword to protect me. Otherwise, I would have followed in Brother Zhang's footsteps."

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly: "When Brother Zhang died, I was also furious, but the White Ape Demon King left a trace of his soul, which was too powerful."

"I also tried my best. Fortunately, after refining the blood of the monster, my soul was not weak. With the consumption of the three seniors, I was able to destroy it by chance after being attacked from both inside and outside..."

As he spoke, he kept an eye on Wang Xuan Ge's expression in the distance, feeling quite nervous.

A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul could destroy the wisp of soul left by the Demon King Lianxu, but it is impossible for him to do it simply by relying on his own strength.

He didn't know if his explanation was useful, but he couldn't do nothing. It would be best if he could reduce the black-robed old man's suspicion, or at least give him a more reasonable explanation.

Ye Wendi obviously accepted his explanation, and his expression eased: "My generation of cultivators are always going against the will of heaven, and we are in danger of death."

"Fellow Daoist, please do not take Brother Zhang's matter to heart, as it will affect your state of mind."

Chen Yuan said solemnly: "I understand. This time I owe Fellow Daoist Ye a favor. If you need anything in the future, just ask. I will never refuse." (End of this chapter)