Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Jiangzhou and Dingzhou were separated by seven states, a long distance. Liu Fan fled for three days before he rushed back to Dingzhou and landed his flying boat in a valley in the Lingyang Mountains.

He put away the airship, spread out his consciousness, and found nothing unusual. Then with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen blood shadows flew out of his body and rushed toward a mountain wall.

The mountain wall shook for a while, and more than a dozen golden blades shot out, slashing at the blood shadow.

The blood shadow was cut in half, and with a flash of blood, it returned to its original state and continued to attack Liu Fan.

Liu Fan stood with his hands behind his back. It took a dozen blood spirits a quarter of an hour to break the formation, revealing the two stone doors hidden behind it.

This is where the Ningbi Cave Mansion is located. The Golden Blade Formation that protects the mansion is a low-level spiritual formation, but it does not rely on spiritual veins and is unmanned, so its defensive ability is greatly reduced.

Liu Fan stepped into the Ningbi Cave Mansion and took a closer look. Everything was as usual.

"It seems that the person who killed Ningbi didn't know the location of her cave..."

With a thoughtful expression on his face, Liu Fan took the flying boat and fled to the Boping Mountains.

He left a total of two people in Dingzhou to look for traces of the Yu family monks, namely Ningbi and Zhuang Ji.

Ningbi died, so he naturally wanted to find Zhuang Ji to find out the situation.

An hour later, Liu Fan arrived at the Boping Mountains. He figured out the direction a little, turned his flying boat, and flew towards a mountain peak hundreds of feet high.

Suddenly, Liu Fan frowned slightly, and the flying boat slowed down, reached halfway up the mountain, and stopped in the air.

In front of Zhuangji Cave Mansion, there was a person standing.

This man was dressed in a white shirt, about twenty years old, tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary bearing. He wore a jade pendant with sparkling light around his waist, and held a folding fan in his hand that was shaking gently. He was Chen Yuan.

He looked over with a smile: "Are you Liu Fan?"

Liu Fan raised his eyebrows, spread out his consciousness, and carefully examined the surrounding environment. Then he stepped out, put away the flying boat, and said lightly: "Yes, you killed Ningbi and Zhuang Ji?"

Chen Yuan laughed loudly, flicked his wrist, put away the folding fan, and bowed his hand in salute: "That's right! I, Wei Wuding, a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, came here to take the life of Fellow Daoist Liu, and I hope that Fellow Daoist will fulfill his wish."

This gesture was extremely elegant, but in Liu Fan's eyes, it looked pretentiously chic and full of ugliness.

He narrowed his eyes and looked Chen Yuan up and down: "Just you?"

Chen Yuan laughed loudly: "That's right! Wei killed Ningbi and Zhuang Ji, and cut off all of your minions. You are now alone and your death is imminent!"

After that, he touched the storage bag, took out a vermilion gourd, raised his hand to make a seal, and shouted: "Jiu!"

Three hundred and sixty grains of red sand were released from the gourd, swelling to the size of a fist, spinning rapidly, making a whistling sound, and attacked Liu Fan.

As soon as he made a move, the idea leaked out, Liu Fan chuckled: "In the middle stage of foundation building, a high-grade spiritual weapon, how dare you brazenly say that you want to take Liu's life?"

He waved his hand casually, and thirty-six blood spirits flew out of his body and faced him.

The thirty-six blood spirits are the same as ordinary people. They are dressed in blood-colored clothes. They are much more solid than the blood spirits of Ningbi and Zhuang Ji. Their faces have blurred facial features.

The red sand hit the blood spirit and made a big hole, but the next moment, the blood spirit recovered as before and continued to pounce on Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry, and the magic formula in his hand changed: "Disperse!"

Three hundred and sixty grains of red sand dispersed and attacked Liu Fan from all directions. At the same time, they released streams of red smoke, forming a red cloud that continued to fill the air.

Liu Fan looked calm, and thirty-six blood shadows continued to attack Chen Yuan. Then he waved his sleeves, and another thirty-six blood shadows flew out, circling around him, blocking all the red sand attacks.

After these blood shadows are hit by the red sand, no wounds will appear. Instead, they will be like a large flexible net, wrapping the red sand.

Chen Yuan activated his true energy, and the red sand rotated rapidly, constantly grinding the blood spirit's body, and the red smoke emitted continued to corrode the blood spirit's spiritual machine.

However, the blood spirit is a most filthy thing. It is not afraid of the red sand grinding and corrosion. Instead, it emits a blood-colored light. With one brush, the spiritual energy on the red sand is wiped out. It becomes the size of a soybean and is destroyed by the blood spirit. Swallowed into the body.

In an instant, dozens of grains of red sand were swallowed up by the blood spirit, and all they got in exchange was the bloody light on the blood spirit's body, which was slightly dimmed.

At the same time, the thirty-six blood spirits that rushed towards Chen Yuan allowed the red sand to leave big holes in their bodies, and then immediately recovered, their momentum continued unabated, and soon came within ten feet of Chen Yuan's body. .

Chen Yuan's face darkened, he touched his storage bag, took out a small dark blue flag, threw it in front of him, and shouted softly: "Ning!"

A basalt beast shadow flew out and came to the top of Chen Yuan's head. Two streams of water were sprayed out from the head of the turtle and the tail of the snake, condensing into a dark blue water ball and surrounding him.

The blood spirit pounced on the water ball and slammed it hard with both hands, making a splashing sound and causing ripples. However, it was unable to break the water ball. Instead, it was bounced several feet away by the force of the rebound.

Liu Fan raised his eyebrows, raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves. The blood spirit raised his hand and released streaks of blood light, invading the water polo and filthy spiritual intelligence.

Under the combined power of thirty-six blood shadows, in just a moment, a layer of blood appeared on the surface of the water ball, giving off a fishy smell.

Chen Yuan snorted coldly, changed the magic formula in his hand, the Xuanwu beast shadow roared, and each of the turtle's head and snake's tail spurted out a stream of water, pouring into the water ball.

The filthy blood was spilled one after another, but the water ball was replenished by the water flow and was as thick as before, firmly blocking the blood spirit from outside.

Chen Yuan laughed and said: "Is this the terrifying blood spirit of Fellow Daoist Liu? Nothing more than that!"

Liu Fan said calmly: "Stop making noise, use whatever means you have. If you can't even deal with the blood spirit, you will never be able to kill Ningbi, let alone break her secret blood technique."

Chen Yuan shouted: "Okay, since Fellow Daoist Liu wants to die, let you see Wei's methods!"

As soon as the magic formula in his hand changed, the shadow of the Xuanwu beast flew back to the small dark blue flag. The water ball around him no longer had water flowing into it. It was soon completely filthy by the blood spirits, glowing with a faint blood color, and fell to the ground. Wherever you go, there is no life left.

The thirty-six blood spirits only had their blood light dimmed a little, but were not seriously injured and continued to pounce on Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan smiled coldly, instead of retreating, he rushed towards the blood spirit, raised his fist, and struck out hard!

Not to be outdone, Blood Spirit also punched to fight back.

Not only are these monsters fast and capable of filth, but they are also extremely powerful, comparable to second-level monsters and far superior to monks.

boom!

The fists struck each other, and the blood spirit flew out backwards, half of its body split open. Chen Yuan continued to punch other blood spirits without losing any strength.

Several blood spirits flew out one after another, and half of their bodies were shattered. Although they recovered immediately, the blood light in their bodies was obviously dimmed.

Chen Yuan fought against more than a dozen blood spirits one after another, but he was unscathed. Only a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings on his hands were corroded by the blood and turned a faint blood color.

Liu Fan's usually indifferent expression finally became serious: "You are actually a physical practitioner?"

As a true disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, he is well-informed. He once met a body cultivator in the North, and his powerful physical strength left a deep impression on him.

However, physical training has extremely demanding requirements on the physical body of monks. It also requires the consumption of a large amount of rare elixirs to strengthen the physical body, which is extremely rare. Unexpectedly, physical training can also be seen in the barren world of immortal cultivation in Qi State.

Chen Yuan laughed and said: "Why are fellow Daoist Liu afraid? Under Wei's iron fists, there are countless dead souls, and he has never been defeated. Fellow Taoist, it's best to capture him without hesitation and avoid the pain of his flesh and blood!"

He swayed and rushed straight towards Liu Fan. He punched several times in succession, knocking back all the blood spirits that blocked his way. He soon got within ten feet of Liu Fan.

At this time, the three hundred and sixty grains of red sand had been completely defiled by the blood spirits. Without the red sand as a support, the red clouds disappeared. The thirty-six blood spirits freed up their hands and pounced on Chen Yuan, blocking his steps.

Under the siege of seventy-two blood spirits, Chen Yuan's pace finally slowed down.

He shattered half of the blood spirit's body with one punch, but then several blood spirits attacked. He punched several times before he could move forward a few feet.

At the same time, the blood spirit released dozens of filthy lights, which fell on Chen Yuan. Although they could not penetrate into the body, they left bloody traces, making his steps slower and slower.

Chen Yuan fell into the siege, roared angrily, and suddenly threw out a few punches, knocking back several blood spirits. He rushed forward two feet, but was quickly surrounded by the blood spirits again.

Liu Fan stared at Chen Yuan, looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly smiled: "It turns out to be just a flower shelf with no physical power..."

He raised his hand and waved, and another twenty-one blood spirits flew out of his body and joined the ranks besieging Chen Yuan.

The addition of these blood spirits increased Chen Yuan's pressure sharply, and his forward momentum was completely curbed.

He lost all grace at the moment and roared again and again, smashing the bodies of blood spirits to pieces, but then more blood spirits came in, one after another, endlessly.

Every time he punched, the blood on the blood spirit's body dimmed a bit, but after such a long time, not a single blood spirit collapsed.

However, Chen Yuan's body was covered by the filthy light emitted by the blood spirit, leaving bloody marks, which slowly invaded the body, and his movements became stiffer.

Liu Fan said calmly: "Friend Daoist Wei, don't waste your efforts. Liu's blood spirits are all refined with the blood essence of monks in the late stage of foundation establishment. They are extremely difficult to destroy. Fellow Taoist, it's best to capture them without hesitation and avoid the pain of soul refining."

He returned everything Chen Yuan said.

Chen Yuan shouted: "Liu Fan, don't be complacent. You are the best at physical training and fighting for a long time. I want to see how long blood spirits like you can last!"

Liu Fan said coldly: "Really? Liu doesn't have time to spend time with Fellow Daoist Wei, so he will send Fellow Daoist Wei on his way!"

He stroked the storage bag and created a ten-foot-long river of blood, which was divided into more than ninety channels and injected into the bodies of ninety-three blood spirits.

The blood on the body surface of the blood spirit glowed brightly, and several blood spirits whose figures were illusory and about to collapse suddenly became solidified and became stronger than when they were at their peak.

Chen Yuan's expression changed: "River of dirty blood!"

Liu Fan smiled slightly, raised his sleeves and waved, and ninety-three blood spirits poured into the foul blood river rushed forward.

Chen Yuan struck with his fist, but he could only push back the strengthened blood spirit a few feet. Without the power of the punch that shattered his body, he was about to be overwhelmed by the blood spirit.

With a look of fear on his face, he shouted: "Liu Fan, I'll spare you for now, but I'll take your life again tomorrow!"

He punched a few times to force the blood spirit back, then touched his storage bag, pulled out a green flying boat, and fled away.

Liu Fan sneered: "Want to escape?"

He raised his sleeves, took the blood spirit into his body, launched a vermilion flying boat, and chased after him!