Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

This statue is about ten zhang tall, and it looks like an ox with a blue body and no horns, and only one foot.

Upon seeing this, everyone immediately recognized the extremely famous true spirit. The middle-aged cultivator who had mocked Chen Yuan exclaimed, "Kui Niu?"

The Kui Niu Dharma Image opened its mouth and roared, its sound like thunder, rolling and spreading.

The weather changed dramatically; dark clouds gathered, plunging the world into darkness, with flashes of lightning visible among the clouds.

As everyone gazed at the sky filled with thunderclouds and felt the imminent power of the thunder, a sense of impending doom crept in. Their faces paled and their bodies trembled slightly.

Yan Zhang's expression changed drastically, and he lost all composure. He bowed deeply and said urgently, "Senior Chen! We were blind and did not know that you had already achieved the Nascent Soul stage. We have offended you and beg your forgiveness."

"This junior will immediately offer up Liu Fan's head and beg for your mercy, senior. The entire Blood Spirit Sect will remember your great virtue and follow your lead in the future!"

Everyone's expression changed. The beautiful woman in palace attire turned around and looked at the obsequious Yan Zhang with disbelief on her face.

Liu Fan grabbed her waist and retreated rapidly, his expression extremely gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Leader, how could you do this!"

Yan Zhang ignored him completely and repeatedly bowed, saying, "I beg you, senior, to show mercy and spare the Blood Spirit Sect!"

At this moment, he no longer cared about saving face, nor did he have time to consider why Chen Yuan, who had been hiding for a hundred years, suddenly appeared with the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He also did not want to know why the legendary Kui Niu True Spirit appeared behind Chen Yuan. He only wanted to ensure that the Blood Spirit Sect would not perish.

Although no Nascent Soul cultivators had appeared in Donghua Continent for tens of thousands of years, Yan Zhang felt a chill run down his spine whenever he thought of the records about Nascent Soul cultivators in the ancient texts.

Now everything else can be put aside; we absolutely cannot let Chen Yuan continue to make moves, otherwise the Blood Spirit Sect will not escape its doom today.

Chen Yuan said coldly, "I have already made it clear that today I will only take Liu Fan's life to settle the grudges of the past, and then I will leave immediately."

“But you harbor resistance and still want to use the strength of your entire clan to protect Liu Fan, then don’t blame me for wiping out your entire family.”

Yan Zhang suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Senior, do you really intend to exterminate us all?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but his true essence surged out, and the aura of the Kui Niu Dharma Image behind him became increasingly powerful.

The thunderclouds in the sky expanded rapidly, covering the entire Blood Python Mountain Range.

The world was pitch black, with only occasional flashes of lightning through the gaps in the clouds illuminating the terrified faces of the Blood Spirit Sect disciples below.

The wind howled and thunder rumbled, like the low growl of a god, creating an apocalyptic scene.

Yan Zhang's eyes were bloodshot, his last glimmer of hope shattered. He roared, "Blood Spirit Sect disciples, heed my command! This is a matter of life and death for our sect! Quickly summon the Blood Spirit, gather thirty percent of your essence blood, and form the Blood Spirit Great Formation! Activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his hand and took out an array plate, which was made entirely of blood jade and was exceptionally beautiful.

Yan Zhang raised his hand and slapped his chest hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence that landed on the array plate and was completely absorbed by it.

The array plate emitted a bright crimson light, and Yan Zhang's body visibly shrank, his face turned pale, and his vital energy waned.

But he ignored it all, and hundreds of blood spirits flew out of his body, swirling and circling, before entering the array plate.

The crimson light emanating from the array plate grew even more dazzling. Yan Zhang raised his hand, formed a hand seal, and pointed at the array plate, shouting, "Blood River, condense!"

The next moment, the great array that enveloped the entire Blood Python Mountain Range emitted a red light, and the faint blood color in the rocks became dazzling, turning into wisps of blood-red mist that rose into the sky, gathered together, and condensed into a long blood-red river.

At the same time, the elders of the Blood Spirit Sect and the disciples below summoned their own Blood Spirits, spewing out their essence blood and merging it into their Blood Spirit bodies.

The blood spirit glowed intensely red and involuntarily flew into the sky, merging into the blood river.

Only Liu Fan and the beautiful woman in palace attire hesitated, failing to summon the Blood Spirit.

Yan Zhang turned his head and glared at him, hissing, "Why haven't you summoned the Blood Spirit yet? Are you two going to sit idly by and watch the sect be destroyed?"

Upon hearing this, the two did not hesitate any longer. They immediately summoned the Blood Spirit, spat out their essence blood, and threw it into the Blood River.

The Blood River, infused with endless crimson mist and the Blood Spirits meticulously cultivated by thousands of Blood Spirit Sect disciples, rapidly solidified.

In particular, the blood spirits of the elders of the Blood Spirit Sect are comparable to hundreds of low-level disciples. When they are integrated into the Blood River, they will visibly add a wisp of blood light.

The Blood River expanded rapidly, stretching for dozens of miles, winding and twisting in the same direction as the Blood Python Mountains below.

The stench of blood filled the air, making people nauseous, but the Blood Spirit Sect disciples, who were accustomed to cultivating blood spirits, felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Soon, the Blood River became almost level with the Blood Python Mountain Range, stretching for about a hundred miles, and hung silently in the sky.

The crimson light pierced the darkness, staining the entire Blood Spirit Sect's mountain gate with an eerie red glow.

Yan Zhang threw the array plate in his hand, which merged into the blood river.

A blood cocoon, a thousand feet in size, slowly condensed in the center of the blood river, floating and sinking.

As Chen Yuan watched the blood cocoon take shape, his hand seals suddenly changed, and the thunderclouds in the sky finally stopped expanding.

The Heavenly Thunder Technique had reached its limit. The Kui Niu Dharma Image roared to the sky, its sound like thunder, echoing for thousands of miles.

Dark clouds churned, silvery lightning flashed intermittently, and muffled thunder rumbled everywhere.

Seeing this, Yan Zhang gritted his teeth and roared, "Blood Spirit Sect disciples, listen to my command! Gather another 20% of your essence blood!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped his chest hard, spitting out another mouthful of blood, making his body even more emaciated.

The Blood Spirit Sect elders immediately followed their orders, and even Liu Fan and the beautiful woman in palace attire did not hesitate at all.

Some Blood Spirit Sect disciples below hesitated. Blood essence was extremely precious, and giving away 50% of it at once would surely cause a severe loss of vitality that would be difficult to recover.

However, some disciples, knowing the principle that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact, did not hesitate to spit out their essence and blood.

The others who hesitated also reluctantly offered their essence blood at the command of the Core Formation Steward, turning it into wisps of bloody mist that merged into the Blood River.

The blood river, which had become thin due to the formation of blood cocoons, solidified again, restoring its length of a hundred miles.

However, the Blood Spirit Sect disciples who gave away their essence blood all turned into emaciated skeletons with sunken eyes, pale faces, and an aura of death.

After absorbing their essence and blood, the blood cocoon flickered with light and finally shattered.

A colossal blood spirit giant emerged from the blood cocoon, standing only a hundred feet tall, yet its body was remarkably solid.

Its face was covered only by a pair of bloodshot eyes, which looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky. Its fierce eyes were mixed with a hint of fear.

Chen Yuan sneered: "Unorthodox methods, mere child's play!"

He flipped his hand and took out the Purple Kui Thunder Drum, grasped the drumstick with his right hand, and struck the thunder drum heavily.

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded, and the dark clouds in the sky paused all at once.

The next moment, ten thousand bolts of lightning descended upon the Blood Spirit Sect's grand formation!

The thunder rumbled incessantly, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, while the world shimmered with silver light, a vast expanse of white.

The seemingly solid protective formation was shattered upon contact, and shattered instantly under the bombardment of countless thunderbolts.

Thunder magic is inherently effective against demonic arts, especially thunder imbued with the power of the Kui Niu, which is the most effective counter to demonic arts.

Yan Zhang's pupils contracted, he raised his hand to form a hand seal, and roared, "Go!"

The Blood Spirit Giant silently stretched out its hands and plunged them into the Blood River. The Blood River surged and the blood waves boiled. Countless blood arrows shot out, meeting the lightning and obscuring the entire sky.

However, under the might of the Heavenly Thunder, the Blood River, which had accumulated tens of thousands of years of blood energy of the Blood Spirit Sect and the essence of thousands of cultivators, was also vulnerable.

A jet of blood collided with a bolt of lightning, instantly turning into nothingness, while the lightning only dimmed slightly before continuing its descent.

It takes thousands of blood arrows to extinguish a single bolt of lightning, but not even a trace of blood energy can be left behind. The blood energy in the blood river is consumed extremely quickly and cannot be replenished. In less than ten breaths, it has shrunk by nearly half, to only fifty miles in size, resembling a blood python with half its body cut off.

However, the myriad bolts of lightning were also completely dissipated, and the Blood Spirit Sect disciples below the Blood River breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed to have escaped a calamity.

But before the terror on their faces had faded, Chen Yuan struck the Purple Kui Thunder Drum again, and ten thousand bolts of lightning descended from the sky, turning the entire Blood Python Mountain Range into a thunderous inferno.

The river of blood surged ever more violently, with countless blood arrows shooting upwards against the tide. The simultaneous firing of ten thousand arrows was a powerful display of force, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree. Under the overwhelming power of the thunder, they vanished into nothingness.

Within a mere twenty breaths, the hundred-mile-long blood river that Yan Zhang had gathered from the power of the entire sect was completely exhausted, leaving only a hundred-zhang-sized blood spirit giant.

Yan Zhang's face was ashen, and the Blood Spirit Sect disciples below were completely dumbfounded, but some clever ones had already quietly fled outside.

Chen Yuan would not leave them a chance to escape. He struck the Purple Kui Thunder Drum heavily and shouted, "Fall!"

The third thunderbolt struck, and without the protection of the Hundred-Mile Blood River, the Blood Spirit Sect disciples finally suffered casualties.

They used to be arrogant and domineering, cruelly killing cultivators from other sects, extracting their essence and cultivating blood spirits, but now they were like dying skeletons, tragically dying under the heavenly lightning.

The Blood Spirits, who had been rampaging with their power, had all been thrown into the Blood River, only to be stopped twice by a barrage of lightning.

Some people took out magical treasures to protect themselves, but like the Blood Spirit, the demonic magical treasures were extremely vulnerable to heavenly lightning.

It could only allow them to live a few breaths longer than their fellow disciples, before turning into charred corpses in even greater terror.

When the thunder subsided, the Blood Python Mountain Range was in ruins, with thick smoke billowing into the air.

Several mountain peaks hundreds of feet high were leveled, countless boulders rolled down, and many grand halls and pavilions built of spirit wood were engulfed in flames, illuminating the dark world along with the raging forests.

Most of the Blood Spirit Sect disciples were killed or wounded, and screams and wails filled the air. The survivors hid in their caves and dared not show themselves again.

However, the Blood Spirit Sect elder was unharmed. Although the thunderous attack was impressive, the power of the thunder was dispersed and posed little threat to the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yan Zhang nearly went mad; his withered face became increasingly contorted. He raised his hand, formed a hand seal, and shouted, "Go!"

The Blood Spirit Giant silently pounced on Chen Yuan and reached out to grab him.

At the same time, Yan Zhang suddenly lowered his head and roared, "Blood Spirit Sect disciples, listen to my command! Scatter and flee for your lives immediately! In the future, hide your identities and do not reveal your true identities. Remember, do not provoke the Lingyun Sect disciples!"

He then looked at the elders beside him and said urgently, "You all run for your lives! I'll hold off Chen Yuan!"

Knowing that they were at a critical juncture of life and death, they dared not delay and scattered and fled without even having time to pay their respects.

Liu Fan and the beautiful woman in palace attire were about to flee when Yan Zhang suddenly turned around and hissed, "You two stay here!"

The beautiful woman in palace attire stiffened, but Liu Fan ignored her, pulled her into his arms, and with a flash of light, flew away into the distance.

Yan Zhang gave a shrill laugh: "Junior Brother Liu, do you really think you can escape?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck in front of Liu Fan and the beautiful woman in palace attire, almost grazing their bodies. The two quickly stopped to avoid being hit by the lightning.

Liu Fan's heart pounded wildly. This bolt of lightning was at least twice as thick as the previous "Ten Thousand Thunderbolts." If the two of them were struck, they would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.

Liu Fan turned around abruptly and saw that Xue Ling had already pounced on Chen Yuan in the distance. Its body suddenly swelled up, like a blood-red canvas, trying to wrap Chen Yuan in it.

Chen Yuan neither dodged nor avoided, but simply gripped the drumsticks tightly and struck the purple Kui Thunder Drum standing in front of him.

Boom!

A drumbeat loud enough to drown out the thunder roared, and the dark clouds in the sky paused all at once. A silver bolt of lightning, tinged with a hint of purple, descended from the sky. It was as thick as a person could embrace and twisted like a dragon or snake, landing on the Blood Spirit Giant.

The giant canvas formed by the Blood Spirit Giant was about to wrap around Chen Yuan when it was cleaved open by heavenly lightning. Silver lightning spread out, and endless blood energy evaporated, filling the space between heaven and earth.

The stench of blood permeated the air, as if a million corpses were piled up together. The stench was so strong that even the surviving Blood Spirit Sect disciples could not bear it and vomited incessantly.

Yan Zhang's expression changed, and he raised his hand to form a hand seal, as the Blood Spirit Giant attempted to reform its form.

However, the silver lightning formed a vast net of thunder, hindering the reorganization of blood energy. As it was constantly worn down, it turned into wisps of blood energy that rose into the sky and then vanished into nothingness.

Yan Zhang was utterly dejected. The Blood Spirit Sect's most powerful trump card, the legendary Blood Spirit Giant, which was said to be comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator, vanished without a trace after a single blow.

Chen Yuan looked down at the Blood Spirit Sect elders who had already escaped thousands of feet away, smiled coldly, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and once again, ten thousand bolts of lightning fell.

This time, he did not strike the Purple Kui Thunder Drum.

His full-force strike just now nearly broke the drumstick, and it needed at least ten breaths to recover.

Even without the blessing of the Purple Kui Thunder Drum, the Heavenly Thunder Technique is still incredibly powerful, and it is especially effective against demonic cultivators.

Dozens of bolts of lightning struck one person. The Blood Spirit Sect elder fought desperately, but he could only block a small portion of the lightning before being reduced to ashes by the following bolts.

Those Blood Spirit Sect disciples who stealthily moved from the ground, hoping to deceive Chen Yuan, could not escape the judgment of the heavenly lightning.

When the lightning dissipated, apart from Yan Zhang, Liu Fan, the beautiful woman in palace attire, and the Blood Spirit Sect cultivators hiding underground in the cave, there was no one left alive in the Blood Python Mountain Range.

Half of the Blood Spirit Sect's mountain gate was engulfed in flames.

Black smoke billowed, staining the mountain rocks with a layer of blackish-gray, turning the Blood Python Mountains into the Black Python Mountains.

Yan Zhang slowly lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the deathly silent mountain gate. He smiled sadly, slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell from the sky.

When he activated the Blood Spirit Returning to the Great Formation, he shared life and death with the Blood Spirit Giant.

With the Blood Spirit Giant destroyed, Yan Zhang could not escape death either.

As Liu Fan watched Yan Zhang's life force dissipate, his body trembled, his eyes filled with fear. He tightly embraced the beautiful woman in palace attire, two streaks of cold sweat running down his temples.

Chen Yuan put away the Purple Kui Thunder Drum and drumsticks, raised his hand and waved, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the Kui Bull Dharma Image behind him disappeared.

The sunlight shone down again, but it could not dispel the billowing smoke, nor could it dispel the gloom in Liu Fan's heart.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and made a hand seal. A rain fell from the sky. The rain was not heavy, but it covered the entire Blood Python Mountain Range, extinguished the sea of ​​fire, and dissipated the thick smoke.

A Nascent Soul cultivator can mobilize the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

The water-gathering technique, which even a Qi Refining cultivator could master, was enough for Chen Yuan to summon a heavy rain when he used it.

With a change of hand seals, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and sunlight shone down.

Chen Yuan condensed the Five Elements Spiritual Body. Although it was not long, it brought him closer to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and gave him a profound understanding of the Five Elements Divine Powers, as well as the divine powers of the three attributes of thunder, ice and wind.

The sunlight shone on Liu Fan and the beautiful woman in palace attire, bright and warm, but it could not dispel the chill in their hearts.

Chen Yuan flew to the two of them and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Liu, when you chased me for thousands of miles back then, did you ever think that this day would come?"

Liu Fan lowered his head, remained silent, and embraced the beautiful woman in palace attire.

The beautiful woman in palace attire, her eyes brimming with tears and her expression sorrowful, nestled quietly against Liu Fan's chest.

Chen Yuan was willing to destroy the Blood Spirit Sect in order to kill Liu Fan and avenge himself, so begging for mercy was useless.

After a long pause, Liu Fan raised his head and said softly, "Let's do it."

Without further ado, Chen Yuan pointed and two Kunyu short arrows flew out, piercing the vital points of Liu Fan and the palace-dressed beauty's dantian, erasing even their nascent souls, leaving them no chance for reincarnation.

Knowing they were doomed, the two did not resist and died silently, but they remained tightly embracing each other until their last breath.

Chen Yuan remained unmoved. With a flick of his finger, a nimble firebird flew out, burning the two bodies to ashes and erasing the last trace of them from the world. (End of Chapter)