Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Qi State, Jiangzhou.

The silver moon in the sky is like a disk, and the moonlight is like water, shining on the earth, creating numerous bright shadows.

Two figures were suspended in the air, tens of feet apart, facing each other.

One of them was wearing a black robe, standing with his hands behind his hands. He had a wide robe with big sleeves and long hair that reached his shoulders. He had a handsome appearance, a smile on his face, and a chic demeanor.

The other person looked to be in his thirties, with a solemn expression and a rich aura. He was a late-stage foundation-building monk. There was a silver flying sword about a foot long hanging in front of him. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, ready to go.

The black-robed monk said with a smile: "Shi Jinyan, you are scared."

The thirty-year-old monk said coldly: "It's ridiculous. Shi has been practicing for more than 130 years, and his sword heart is clear. He can move forward indomitably, so why should he be afraid!"

"Then why don't you take action?"

The thirty-year-old monk's pupils shrank, then he raised his hand to make a seal and shouted: "Split!"

The silver flying sword made a slight sound, and divided into fifteen sword lights, which was the light-splitting and shadow-transformation technique of the Tiangang Sword Sect.

The black-robed monk said with a smile: "You can divide sixteen swords in one breath. You are indeed the most proud disciple of Master Yunfeng. If I kill you, Master Yunfeng will be very sad, right?"

The thirty-year-old monk said coldly: "Stop trying to show off your words, let's see the truth behind your hands!"

He pointed at one point and shouted: "Behead!"

Sixteen flying swords flew out together, slashing at the black-robed monk, as fast as lightning, the swords were dazzling and sharp.

Facing the sixteen flying swords that were attacking, the black-clothed monk remained motionless. He just raised his sleeves and touched them. Dozens of blood shadows flew out of his body and faced them. Their speed was no less than that of the flying swords. .

The thirty-year-old monk activated his true energy, and the speed of the sixteen flying swords suddenly increased a few points, piercing the blood shadow, and went straight to the black-shirted monk.

But after the blood shadow was pierced by the flying sword, there was a flash of blood on the surface, and the wound closed as before. He turned around and threw himself on the flying sword, wrapping the sword body.

The speed of the flying sword suddenly dropped, and then more blood shadows rushed forward, wrapping up the sixteen flying swords.

The face of the thirty-year-old monk changed, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The sixteen flying swords emitted silver light, and the blood shadow could not cover it at all. It almost competed with the bright moon in the sky, trying to break free from the shackles of the blood shadow.

The black-robed monk said with a smile: "Friend Shi, why should you waste your efforts? How can you break the blood spirit that Liu carefully refined?"

He raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the blood shadow suddenly turned into pitch black. The flying sword made a hissing sound. The aura was corroded by the blood shadow, but after a moment, it became much dim.

The thirty-year-old monk had a look of determination in his eyes and shouted: "Explode!"

Fifteen rays of sword light suddenly exploded, leaving only a silver flying sword. The aura suddenly became dazzling and forced the blood shadow back, broke away from the restraint, and shot towards the black-clothed monk.

When the swordsmanship is low, there are not many methods available. This secret technique of self-exploding sword shadows and increasing the power of flying swords is one of them.

However, once this technique is used, the technique of splitting light and shadow can no longer be used for a period of time. You can only use a flying sword to fight the enemy, which is a life-threatening move.

The thirty-year-old monk did this in order to survive. The blood shadow released by the black-shirted monk was as fast as the flying sword, which broke the biggest advantage of the flying sword's ability to move freely in all directions.

The technique of splitting light and transforming into shadow was useless, so he simply gave it a desperate blow, and maybe he still had a chance to win.

But the black-robed monk just smiled faintly, and more than a dozen blood shadows rushed out from his body, blocking the flying sword.

The thirty-year-old monk's face was extremely solemn, and his flying sword rushed left and right, cutting off the blood shadow blocking the road.

But with a flash of light, the blood shadow returned to its original state, and continued to attack from all directions. The flying sword's room for maneuver became smaller and smaller, and finally it was wrapped in dozens of blood shadows, and gradually became silent.

The lives of Feijian and the thirty-year-old monk are intertwined, and they will not be stained for a while. But without Feijian, the sword cultivator is like a tiger without its claws and teeth, losing 90% of its strength.

The black-robed monk raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves, and several blood shadows flew out of his body and rushed towards the thirty-year-old monk.

The thirty-year-old monk did not dodge, but just stared at the black-shirted monk, and said coldly: "Liu Fan, Shi's skills are not as good as others, and he will die if he dies, but don't be complacent, Master will definitely avenge me! "

The black-robed monk said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Shi, you should go on your way with peace of mind. Liu can escape from Taoist Yunfeng once, and he can escape a second time. On the contrary, it is fellow disciples of Taoist Shi, and Liu will come to the door one by one and kill them." All turned into blood shadows to avenge Master Yunfeng’s sword!”

As soon as he finished speaking, several blood shadows pounced on the thirty-year-old monk. A large mouth suddenly opened on the face without facial features, biting the thirty-year-old monk and sucking him to death.

The smile on the black-shirted monk's face grew stronger: "The essence and blood of a late-stage foundation-building monk can produce many blood shadows. Master Yunfeng, for the blood shadows you destroyed, I will use the essence and blood of your disciples. Refined one by one!"

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, he touched his storage bag, and a picture of a lady appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The painting depicts a woman with fair complexion and emerald green clothes. She is graceful, delicate and refined, with affectionate eyes. She is the Ningbi who died in the hands of Chen Yuan.

The man in the painting looked sad, shed two lines of clear tears, and gave a blessing to the monk in black. The figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a drop of red blood, which slowly spread and dyed the entire painting red.

The black-clothed monk watched the Ningbi figure in the painting disappear with an indifferent expression. He raised his hands to make a suture and closed his eyes to sense it, but found nothing.

He opened his eyes and chuckled: "It's interesting. Before Ningbi died, she didn't even leave any blood. The person who killed her was either a pill-forming monk or someone who had restraint. It seems that he was chasing after Yunfeng. Let’s put the matter of apprenticeship aside for now.”

He raised his hand and took back dozens of blood shadows, took the dim silver flying sword and the storage bag of the thirty-year-old monk into his hands, then drove a vermilion flying boat and fled to the north.

After the black-shirted monk left, the painting of the lady spontaneously burned without fire and turned into ashes, which drifted away with the wind under the bright moonlight.

…

In a house in the north of Lingyang County.

Chen Yuan stood in the yard, looking at a young monk kneeling on the ground in front of him, with his eyes slightly closed and his expression indifferent.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and the young monk kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

"This soul-searching technique is indeed extraordinary. In a short moment, I have read the fragments of memory in this person's soul..."

Chen Yuan smiled and recalled the information he had just obtained from the soul-searching.

The soul-searching technique was very simple. After he captured the tenth-level Qi-refining demon cultivator, he tried twice and successfully performed it. He checked his memory fragments, but the price was that this person's soul was severely damaged and he became a fool.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the storage bag of the young cultivator, then condensed a fire crow and burned it to ashes.

He only needed to hand over Ningbi's body to the sect. These Qi-refining demon cultivators who were only responsible for spreading the Lingshen Sect were all insignificant.

After doing this, Chen Yuan drove the Duyun Boat and fled to Mengmen County in the west.

On the Duyun Boat, Chen Yuan's mind appeared the memory fragments of the young cultivator he saw, and his face was slightly condensed: "Ningbi actually offered a generous reward and ordered this person to find the remaining Yu family cultivators. Could it be that there is another hidden reason for the demon cultivators to destroy the Yu family?"

The destruction of the Dingzhou Yu family, a family of immortal cultivators, shocked the Qi country's immortal cultivation world. Whether it was the immortal cultivation family or the ordinary casual cultivators, people were panicked.

The demon cultivators have brought chaos to the Qi cultivation world and have achieved their goal of disturbing people's hearts. Why do they care so much about the few remaining Yu family cultivators?

Chen Yuan thought for a moment, but he could not figure it out, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

Two quarters of an hour later, the Duyun Boat arrived above Mengmen County. Chen Yuan followed the same method and found the Qi-refining demon cultivator who was spreading the Lingshen Sect here. He easily subdued him and performed the soul-searching technique.

After a while, Chen Yuan read the memory fragments in the soul of this person.

Like the young cultivator, he received Ningbi's instructions and spared no effort to search for the remaining Yu family cultivators.

Chen Yuan was even more puzzled. Why was Ningbi so sure that the Yu family cultivators would stay in Dingzhou after escaping the disaster?

He immediately drove the Duyun Boat and flew to Zhongqu County.

From the memory fragments of this person, he also learned one thing. The Qi-refining demon cultivator who spread the Lingshen Sect in Zhongqu County was a disciple of the Xueling Sect. He had participated in the battle to destroy the Yu family and might know more about the inside story.

Zhongqu County is located in the northernmost part of Dingzhou, separated from the other three counties of Guangqing County by the Lingyang Mountains, and is in a remote location.

The Duyunzhou flew for half an hour before arriving at Zhongqu County. Chen Yuan followed the same method and soon found the Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivator.

Like Ningbi, this person is also a female cultivator with a cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining.

When Chen Yuan came to her house, she was on the bed, flirting with a handsome man.

The woman had a beautiful face and a plump figure. She was wearing a gauze silk dress, which was half-undressed, revealing a large area of ​​white and greasy skin, and her private parts were looming, which made people's blood boil.

The handsome man was so eager that he couldn't wait to touch her and was about to have sex with the female cultivator.

Chen Yuan sent down the escape light in the courtyard and saw this obscene scene with his spiritual sense. His brows were slightly wrinkled. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, the handsome man was shocked and fainted immediately.

Then he released the pressure of a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator and said lightly: "Dress up and come out to see me!"

The beautiful female cultivator was immersed in the pleasure, and she immediately woke up when she felt the strong pressure coming. She quickly put on her clothes, walked out of the room quickly, came to the courtyard, and bowed: "I am Qiao Xin, and I pay my respects to you, senior."

While speaking, she deliberately bent her waist, and her thin and loose gauze clothes fell down, revealing her breasts.

Chen Yuan glanced at her lightly, without changing his expression, raised his right hand, and three fire crows condensed in his palm, flapped their wings and flew to the side of the beautiful female cultivator, circling around her.

The beautiful female cultivator's face changed, and her body froze in place. She did not dare to move randomly, for fear of being swallowed by the fire crows. She said: "Senior, spare my life. No matter what you say, I will do it!"

Chen Yuan ignored her and walked to the front of the beautiful female cultivator, raised his hand and pinched the seal, and was about to perform the soul-searching technique.

As a disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, the beautiful female cultivator also knew the art of soul searching. Seeing Chen Yuan's actions, she was terrified. She took a few steps back without caring about the fire crows surrounding her, and said in a trembling voice: "I am a disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect and know a lot of secrets that cannot be found out by soul searching. I beg you to spare my life, senior. I am willing to tell you everything and will never hide anything!"