Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In the center of the Demon-Slaying Desert, the sun was hanging high, shining on the vast yellow sand, reflecting thousands of golden lights.

In the boundless blue sky, the seven giant boats that the Qi cultivators were riding on slowly stopped.

On the giant boat of the Lingyun Sect, Zhuge Qi's calm voice spread: "Lingyun Sect cultivators, form a battle array!"

The thirteen Jindan elders left the giant boat first, followed by a group of foundation-building cultivators. Chen Yuan and the other four followed Jin Luoheng's instructions and dispersed to avoid being too conspicuous, but the distance was not too far, so that if one person was in danger, they could lend a hand.

When leaving the giant boat, Chen Yuan stroked his storage bag, took out a wooden mask with a pine tree painted on it, and put it on his face.

He got this mask by chance, and he couldn't remember which demon cultivator he got it from. It was a top-grade magic weapon with only one effect, which was to block other people's spiritual consciousness from spying.

If others wanted to spy on his face, their spiritual consciousness must be far superior to Chen Yuan's. If they forcefully probed in, he would know it.

Sun Congyao was the closest to Chen Yuan. When he saw Chen Yuan wearing a mask, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.

At the same time, the cultivators on the other six giant boats also left the giant boats and followed the Jindan cultivators to form a formation.

Although they were called formations, these cultivators have always been solitary. Even though they have been fighting with the demon cultivators for nearly three years, they have been fighting on their own. More than 2,000 cultivators stood together without any rules, and it was a mess.

The Jindan cultivators of each sect didn't care about this. No one restricted the formation. Anyway, after the war started, they would still fight on their own.

The cultivators of the six major sects deliberately kept their distance. Each cultivator wore the standard robes of their own sect to distinguish between the enemy and us. Only those immortal cultivation families came to the side of their own sects.

Chen Yuan noticed that Song Qingru stood with several family cultivators. One of the middle-aged men looked at her with concern, but she returned to her usual cold appearance and just said a few words.

Thousands of feet away from the Qi cultivators, there were equally large numbers of demon cultivators.

These demon cultivators were divided into three groups. The Blood Spirit Sect cultivators in blood-stained clothes stood in the middle, with about 700 people.

There were several blood spirits circling around each Blood Spirit Sect cultivator. From a distance, it looked like a thick blood cloud.

The Hehuan Sect cultivators stood on the left, separated from the Blood Spirit Sect cultivators by dozens of feet. The female cultivators were plump and thin, each with their own merits, while the male cultivators were handsome and unrestrained, with a romantic demeanor. The pairs looked like immortal lovers, but the expressions on their faces were extremely solemn.

On the far right, there were thousands of demon cultivators who were not from the two major demon sects. They were dressed in different clothes and had strange looks. Some looked like big-headed boys, and some looked like zombies with pale faces. The spiritual weapons they used were also strange, but all of them were full of demonic energy and ferocious.

Chen Yuan looked around and roughly estimated that the number of foundation-building demon cultivators was less than that of Qi State, less than two thousand.

In front of the group of foundation-building demon cultivators, there were more than seventy Jindan cultivators, who released their spiritual pressure unscrupulously, enough to change the color of the world.

Dark clouds gathered and blocked the dazzling sunlight. The sky and the earth were dark, and the air seemed to become solidified, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

But the Jindan cultivators from the six major sects and the cultivation families of Qi State gathered together, and there were several more Jindan demon cultivators. How could they sit back and watch the Jindan demon cultivators oppress their own cultivators? They also released spiritual pressure one after another.

Chen Yuan saw the handsome Taoist of Tiangang Sword Sect who had given him the sword light, the old monster Qu of Wanshou Mountain, Xie Chaohong of Ziyang Sect whom he had offended severely, the white-haired old man who had studied the secret technique of demon pills, and the purple-shirted female cultivator who had a grudge with Jin Luoheng.

They stood in front of the Qi cultivators, wantonly releasing their spiritual pressure, crushing all the dark clouds covering the Qi cultivators, and the bright and warm sunlight fell again.

Within a radius of ten miles, half was bright and half was dark, clearly divided.

The cultivation of Jindan cultivators was limited, and even if they gathered the strength of dozens of people, they could only change the celestial phenomena in such a small range.

If the Yuanying cultivator took action, it would be enough to change the color of the sky and the earth within a radius of a hundred miles.

When the Jindan cultivators on both sides released their pressure, Lin Hao, Sun Congyao and Shen Danmei looked over the foundation-building cultivators in front of them and fell on Jin Luoheng, with a hint of joy on their faces.

The pressure Jin Luoheng exuded was only slightly weaker than Zhuge Qi beside him, but he was on par with Xie Chaohong. He was indeed a late Jindan cultivator!

The three of them were delighted when they noticed Jin Luoheng's cultivation.

Jin Luoheng's cultivation had greatly improved. Regardless of whether he won or lost this battle, his status in Lingyun Sect would be greatly improved. As disciples, they would also rise with the tide.

Chen Yuan also saw Jin Luoheng's cultivation, but under his calm face, his eyes were quite complicated, with some hesitation and hesitation, and finally became determined.

No matter how Jin Luoheng's cultivation was, he would not change the plan he had already made.

The other Lingyun Sect cultivators did not have the same mood as Lin Hao and the other two. Although there were many Jindan cultivators in Qi, the pressure they exuded was inferior to the more than 70 Jindan demon cultivators on the opposite side.

Moreover, the two great demon sects have profound backgrounds, profound inheritance, countless treasures, and the strength of the cultivators in the sects is often higher than that of the cultivators of Qi State. In this war, the Qi State is still in danger.

However, not all sects can eliminate the influence of the sound of the War Heaven Drum. In addition to the Lingyun Sect, only the Tiangang Sword Sect and the monks of Wanshou Mountain have clear vision.

The faces of the foundation-building cultivators from Guiyuan Sect, Mingyin Valley, and those from the immortal cultivation families were all flushed, full of fighting spirit. They looked at the opposite demon cultivators with murderous eyes, wishing that they could rush up and fight happily the next moment. They were not afraid at all because of the gap between the Jindan cultivators on both sides.

As for Ziyang Sect, as the first sect of Qi State, it suffered the greatest loss after the defeat and was most eager to win. It sent more than 500 foundation-building cultivators, almost twice as many as other sects. Each cultivator was deeply influenced by the Zhantian drum, with red eyes and fearless, more like a demon cultivator than a demon cultivator.

At this time, in the sky thousands of feet high that the cultivators of both sides could not see, more than a dozen Yuanying cultivators stood opposite each other, overlooking the thousands of cultivators below.

There were only seven people on one side, who were the heads of the six sects of Qi State and a supreme elder of Ziyang Sect. After seeing the gap in the cultivation level of the Jindan cultivators on both sides, their expressions were slightly solemn, but they did not lose their demeanor.

But Bai Yanji, the head of Guiyuan Sect, who was the last to enter the Nascent Soul stage, clenched his hands tightly behind his back, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

There were six people on the other side. The leader was wearing a black long gown, with an elegant appearance. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes. He was the head of the Blood Spirit Sect, the great monk Yan Zhang who was feared by Donghuazhou.

He looked down at the monks of both sides who were as small as ants below, with a smile on his lips, his clothes fluttering, and his temperament free and easy, very much like a fairy. No one would have thought that he was a demon cultivator with countless blood on his hands.

Yan Zhang raised his head and looked at the Yuanying of Qi State opposite him, and said with a smile: "If you change your mind, this battle can be avoided."

The head of Ziyang Sect, Taoist Du Qing, said lightly: "The arrow is on the string and must be shot."

Yan Zhang nodded slightly and praised: "The cultivators of your country are more dignified than the cultivators of Wu State. After this battle, the time for the cultivators of your country to move to the sect can be extended from three days to five days."

The head of Tiangang Sword Sect, Taoist Shen, snorted coldly, looked up and stared at Yan Zhang, his eyes like swords: "The outcome is still unknown, Daoist Yan, don't be too confident!"

His cultivation is only in the middle stage of Yuanying, but as a sword cultivator, his combat power is extraordinary. Even facing a great cultivator, he has no fear.

Yan Zhang did not take his provocation seriously, chuckled, and said no more.

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When the Yuanying cultivators of the righteous and evil sides exchanged words, the cultivator army finally started a contest.

Neither side would allow the foundation-building cultivators to be slaughtered wantonly. Every time they fought, the Jindan cultivators would tacitly rise to the sky and open up another battlefield.

This was the case in every battle in the past. Usually, as long as a Jindan cultivator died or one side fell into a disadvantage, they would take the initiative to retreat.

After the Jindan cultivators decided the winner, the foundation-building cultivators would naturally decide the winner.

But today was a decisive battle, and both sides were fighting to the death.

After the Jindan cultivators decided the winner, they would attack the foundation-building cultivators to kill the opponent to the maximum extent.

After three years of fighting, the two sides had already forged a blood feud. If they had not slaughtered the opponent's low-level cultivators wantonly, they would have suffered heavy losses. They would even attack the foundation-building cultivators as soon as possible.

When the Jindan cultivators of the two demon sects came up, Chen Yuan saw Liu Fan.

He rushed straight to Elder Wang Xian of the Lingyun Sect, but his eyes were scanning the foundation-building cultivators, as if he was looking for someone.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, stroked his storage bag, took out a dark green steel fork, and went to meet a late-stage foundation-building demon cultivator.

This steel fork was a top-grade spiritual weapon he got from his storage bag after robbing and killing Yue Zishan and others. It had a pure and positive aura, unlike the things used by demon cultivators. It should have been obtained from the hands of a foundation-building cultivator guarding the Guiyuan Sect's spiritual stone mine.

Chen Yuan's commonly used spiritual weapons either exploded or were taken by the white ape in the Huanyue Mountains. He had no spiritual weapons to use for a while. After returning to the sect, he sacrificed and refined this steel fork for two months, and could barely use it like an arm.

The opponent he chose was a demon cultivator who also controlled a top-grade spiritual weapon, but he was not from the two major sects. His aura was comparable to Chen Yuan's, and both had just entered the late stage of foundation-building.

The two met their match and immediately fought in one place, and it was hard to tell who would win.

At this time, Liu Fan had already fought with Wang Xian, but his attention was still on the Lingyun Sect's foundation-building cultivators below, looking for Wei Wuji's figure, but after a quick glance, he found nothing.

In the past few years, Liu Fan had been obsessed with the two magic weapons in Wei Wuji's hands. He asked many people about the physical cultivators in the Lingyun Sect and asked several cultivators under his command to search for his traces. Every time he went to battle, he also paid special attention to the Lingyun Sect cultivators, but found nothing.

He was very puzzled. With Wei Wuji's strength not inferior to his own, he rarely met opponents below the Jindan stage, so he should be famous, but no one had ever heard of such a physical cultivator in the Lingyun Sect who was able to rival the peak foundation-building cultivators.

Liu Fan learned that in the entire Qi Kingdom's cultivation world, only the Ziyang Sect had a physical cultivation inheritance. More than 20 years ago, a physical cultivator with only Qi Refining cultivation appeared, but died in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain.

It is said that in the past few years, a Jindan elder of Ziyang Sect has trained a physical cultivator, but he only has the Qi Refining level, which is far from Wei Wuji.

Liu Fan once suspected that Wei Wuji might be a cultivator of Ziyang Sect, but after thinking about it for a while, he still denied this idea.

At that time, Wei Wuji's strength was almost the same as his, and Yu Qing set up an ambush to kill him, but failed in the end. There was no need to hide his identity. He should be a cultivator of Lingyun Sect, but he hid it very deeply, and no one knew that he was a physical cultivator.

Liu Fan calmed down and continued to look for Wei Wuji's trace. During this period, he killed two early Jindan cultivators and became famous.

But Wei Wuji seemed to have disappeared from the world and never showed up in the Demon Desert. Liu Fan always returned empty-handed.

Today, the righteous and evil sides launched a decisive battle. Liu Fan learned that the six sects of Qi State almost spared no effort. Lingyun Sect even sent out the deacons and disciples of the sect. Wei Wuji would definitely not be absent.

But he searched carefully and still found nothing.

Liu Fan frowned and released hundreds of blood spirits in his body to block Wang Xian's flying swords that kept attacking. He was still unwilling to find Wei Wuji's trace.

This time, he focused on more than a dozen mid-stage foundation-building cultivators who covered their faces, and used his powerful spiritual sense to spy on their faces, but still found nothing.

Suddenly, he remembered that Wei Wuji used the power of his physical body to repel the blood spirits. With a move in his heart, his spiritual sense probed several late-stage foundation-building cultivators who covered their faces.

Wei Wuji's body was so strong that after performing the secret technique, he was comparable to a level 5 demon beast. His cultivation level may have reached the late stage of foundation building.

After all, the threshold for physical cultivation to improve cultivation lies in the body. As long as the body is strong enough, there will be no bottleneck.

But at this moment, Wang Xian noticed that Liu Fan was absent-minded, and he was furious. He pointed and shouted: "Cut!"

The bright yellow flying sword in front of him split into thirty-six sword lights, all slashing towards Liu Fan. Within a thousand feet, the sword energy was everywhere.

Liu Fan's face changed. He dared not be careless anymore. He withdrew his consciousness and concentrated on the enemy.

Because of Wei Wuji's matter, he knew Lingyun Sect very well. Wang Xian had been famous for a long time and was only one step away from the middle stage of Jindan. He was proficient in the art of flying swords and had extraordinary strength. He should not be careless.

With a thought, hundreds of blood spirits in front of him condensed into thirty-six blood spirits, with rich blood light, facing the sword light split by Wang Xian and blocking the attack.

The two men were fighting in one place, rising to a height of thousands of feet to avoid affecting the foundation-building monks below.

Only when one side was completely defeated and lost the power to resist, these Jindan monks would kill the foundation-building monks and weaken the opponent's potential.

The two men were already a bit slow, and the other Jindan monks had already risen to the sky and fought in a group.

The magic weapons and blood spirits intertwined, the ghosts of spirit beasts danced, the sea of ​​fire and the long river collided, and countless gorgeous lights shone. The momentum of the Jindan monks' fight was earth-shaking, affecting a thousand feet in radius. Some foundation-building monks were involved and could only die silently.

The monks on both sides simultaneously lowered their escape lights, only a few dozen feet above the ground, almost falling into the desert, just to avoid the aftermath of the fight between the Jindan monks.