Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

When Elder Yan heard this, the sword intent emanating from his body became much restrained: "Little friend Chen? Who is Elder Yang talking about?"

Yang Liqian raised his hand and pointed at Chen Yuan: "This little friend Chen Yuan and Chen have an old relationship with Yang. Yang is worried that he will be damaged in the fight, so he came here to bear witness. Elder Yan shouldn't mind, right?"

Everyone looked over. Chen Yuan looked calm, but Zhang Wushan next to him had a gloomy face, staring at Yang Liqian.

Elder Yan stared at Chen Yuan: "This... Chen Xiaoyou, is what Elder Yang said true?"

Chen Yuan cupped his fists and bowed: "This junior does have an old relationship with Elder Yang."

Zhang Wushan's expression changed and he whispered: "Brother Chen..."

Chen Yuan waved his hand, then raised his hand to Yang Liqian and said, "Thank you, Elder Yang, for traveling thousands of miles to come to the Taimang Mountains. I would like to thank you."

Elder Yan's expression softened and he said calmly: "Elder Yang is overly worried. This battle is only to determine the ownership of the spirit stone veins. With the care of the Nascent Soul cultivators like me, lives will not be harmed."

He turned around and flew back to the opposite mountain peak, and the tense atmosphere finally dissipated.

Elder Yang smiled, bowed his hands to Sect Leader Mu, and cast his light.

Yuan Xiang went up to greet him, cupped his hands and said: "Elder Yang, I have long admired your name. I, Yuan Xiang, don't know that Chen Xiaoyou is close to Elder Yang. If there is any slight, please forgive me."

Yang Liqian glanced at the mountain peak opposite, raised his sleeves, and placed a spiritual barrier around him, smiling and saying: "Master Yuan is too polite, Yang just declined. Chen Xiaoyou accepted the task of this sect to help the Yuan family. Yang I’m here just to be a witness.”

"I see, Elder Yang, please excuse me." Yuan Xiang had a look of surprise on his face, but he still had doubts in his heart.

Is it worth Yang Liqian's personal trip for a task that is bound to fail?

And as far as he knew, Yang Liqian should be on good terms with Elder Gu. Chen Yuan was a casual cultivator guarantored by layman Qingliu. Why would he say that he had an old relationship with Chen Yuan?

Liu Daoren, Yuan Shizhen, and Yuan Shixiong were unaware of the conversation between Yang Liqian and Yuan Xiang, and looked at Chen Yuan with a bit more solemnity.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was specially present to protect Chen Yuan from being injured in the fight. He was also accompanied by a true disciple of the Haoran Sect. What was the origin of this person?

Zhang Wushan calmly walked up to Yang Liqian, cupped his fists and bowed: "Disciple Zhang Wushan, I have met Elder Yang."

He was naturally very dissatisfied with Yang Liqian, who was close to Elder Gu, but as a disciple of the Haoran Sect, he could not lose his etiquette in front of the elder.

Yang Liqian said: "Senior nephew Zhang, there is no need to be polite. I am just here to bear witness this time. You can do as you please."

Zhang Wushan was not polite and immediately turned around and walked back to Chen Yuan.

Yang Liqian smiled slightly, as if he didn't care, but there was a hint of gloom deep in his eyes.

At this time, Elder Yan had returned to the opposite mountain peak and said calmly: "The battle continues."

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Yuan Shixiong and the monk surnamed Zeng, who were forced to interrupt their fighting due to the arrival of Yang Liqian, both looked sharply when they heard this. The magic weapon that had been hovering in front of them for a long time flashed and they attacked.

Yuan Shixiong took out a writing brush and pointed it at each other, injecting an aura of awe-inspiring righteousness. The milky white light on the brush barrel was flowing, pointing towards the monk surnamed Zeng with a majestic aura.

The Yuan family also focused on Confucianism and Taoism. Yuan Shixiong looked like a rough man, but he also studied Confucianism and Taoism scriptures carefully and cultivated an awe-inspiring righteousness.

The monk surnamed Zeng threw out a flower basket with a simple and natural shape, painted with peonies, golden chrysanthemums, winter plums and orchids, with hundreds of flowers blooming.

It looked extremely awkward to sacrifice such an elegant magic weapon from the hands of a half-century old man. The monks who were watching couldn't help but frown.

The flower basket flew straight towards the writing brush. Yuan Shixiong frowned, raised his hand to make a seal, and connected the dots with the tip of the pen. Dozens of ink plum petals bloomed in the air and fell towards the flower basket.

He looks rough and arrogant, but in fact he has a delicate mind. This flower basket looks a bit strange, and he is deliberately testing something.

The monk surnamed Zeng calmly raised his hand, and a burst of pink glow was released from the flower basket. The suction force was strong and all the petals of the plum blossoms were sucked in.

Yuan Shixiong was not surprised but overjoyed. Each of these dark plum blossom petals contained a little bit of righteousness. The monk named Zeng was so trusting, which was exactly what he wanted.

He raised his hand to seal the secret, the true energy in his body flowed, and Haoran's righteous energy poured into the brush continuously.

The tip of the pen is dotted one after another, like a master painting hand splashing ink, and countless ink plum blossoms appear, forming a sea of ​​ink flowers, covering half of the sky, like dark clouds covering the sky, blocking out the sun, and fluttering. Majestic and sad.

Yuan Shixiong could clearly see that this flower basket, like his writing brush, was an intermediate magic weapon. Even if it was not the natal magic weapon of the monk named Zeng, it was not far behind.

And Haoran's righteousness is the most tenacious and unyielding, not afraid of being swallowed by filth. As long as he sends more Haoran's righteousness into the flower basket, he can break this magic weapon from the inside. If he continues to fight, it will be much easier.

When Yuan Xiang saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel certain.

The magical power used by Yuan Shixiong is called "Xiang Rujiu". It is a magical power passed down by the Yuan family for generations. It is specialized in destroying people's magic weapons. The more black plums are stained, the great righteousness gathers. In the final explosion, the magic weapon is damaged at first and worst at worst. Abandoned, extremely domineering.

The monk surnamed Zeng faced the boundless sea of ​​plum blossoms with a calm expression, just injecting true energy into the flower basket. The pink glow glowed brightly, swallowing up the fallen plum blossoms.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, and a full quarter of an hour passed.

Nearly half of the great righteousness in Yuan Shixiong's body has been consumed, but the flower basket is still sucking in the plum blossom petals continuously, like a bottomless pit.

Yuan Shixiong felt a bad feeling in his heart and did not dare to delay any longer. He changed the technique in his hand and wanted to detonate Haoran's righteousness.

But Mo Mei, who was sucked into the flower basket, was like a mud cow drowning in the sea. Haoran's righteousness disappeared without a trace, and his magic formula had no effect at all.

Yuan Shixiong's heart sank. The brush no longer pointed out the black plum blossoms, but was like a flying sword, stabbing straight at the monk named Zeng.

At the same time, he raised his hand and threw something, shouting: "Quick!"

The object swelled up in the wind and turned into a size of about ten feet. It turned out to be a large seal with a chilong carved on it. It emitted a white light, like a meteor that hit it.

The monk surnamed Zeng calmly raised his hand to light the flower basket, and the pink glow bloomed.

Accompanied by a scent of flowers, the writing brush and Chilong seal that flew towards the monk named Zeng were rolled up in pink light. They trembled and stopped in the air, unable to move even an inch.

Yuan Shixiong's complexion changed drastically, and he crazily activated the true energy in his body. The struggle between the brush and the Chilong Seal became even more intense, and he was about to break away from the pink glow.

But the monk surnamed Zeng raised his hand and patted his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence and blending it into the flower basket. The blood-colored light flashed, and the suction power of the flower basket increased greatly, and all two magic weapons were taken in!

puff!

Yuan Shixiong's face turned pale, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his figure was on the verge of collapse.

The magic weapon was broken, and he was seriously injured.

The monk surnamed Zeng took the opportunity to throw out a flying sword and pointed at it: "Cut!"

The flying sword shot out, Yuan Shixiong retreated violently, and hurriedly took out a shield to protect himself.

The monk surnamed Zeng raised his hand to seal the secret. Thirty-six sword shadows were separated from the flying sword, and they struck the shield one after another, making a muffled sound.

The sword shadows disintegrated one by one, but left deep scars on the shield.

This flying sword is a mid-level magic weapon, with a sharp edge, while the shield is just a low-level magic weapon, which can make judgments between high and low.

When only the Feijian body was left, the shield was almost cut into two halves. Yuan Shixiong was horrified and shouted loudly: "I surrender!"

The flying sword suddenly stopped, only an inch away from the Tengpai.

Yuan Shixiong's face was extremely ugly, and he cupped his hands and said: "Zeng Dao's friendly approach makes Yuan feel ashamed. I lost this battle. I also ask fellow Taoist Zeng to return the magic weapon."

The monk surnamed Zeng raised his hand expressionlessly, and the flying sword flew back. The flower basket flashed with light, and the writing brush and Chilong Seal flew out.

Yuan Shixiong hurriedly took these two magic weapons into his hands and examined them carefully. He found that the aura was only slightly dim but not damaged. He breathed a sigh of relief and put them into his dantian.

He then turned around and flew back to the top of the mountain, bowed to Yuan Shixiong with clasped fists, and said with a look of shame on his face: "I had a bad start, please punish me, head of the family."

Yuan Xiang said calmly: "Second Elder, you don't have to blame yourself. If I'm not mistaken, the flower basket in this person's hand is a high-level magic weapon left over from ancient times. It has great power, but it will consume the essence, blood and longevity. "

"Perhaps Sect Leader Mu was worried that the true disciples of Hidden Sword Palace would not be able to win, so he did not hesitate to sacrifice the path of a late-stage pill-forming monk just to show off his power in the fight. It is reasonable for the second elder to lose."

After hearing this, everyone looked at the monk surnamed Zeng in the air, and saw that his already gray hair had a few silver strands now, and his face was pale, showing his old age.

But he himself stopped in the air, expressionless, and not at all concerned.

Sect Leader Mu smiled slightly: "Does the Yuan family have to worry about what magic weapons my Shifeng Mountain monks use when fighting? I can use whatever means the Yuan family has."

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly and turned to look at Taoist Liu: "Taoist Master Liu, please go out to meet the enemy. Yuan is not seeking victory. He only hopes that you can defeat this person and dampen the spirit of Shifeng Mountain."

Taoist Liu said seriously: "Master Yuan is just waiting for good news."

After that, he turned around and left the top of the mountain, flew over the canyon, and said to the monk surnamed Zeng: "I'm a poor Taoist, Liu Ruyuan, my fellow Taoist has invited me."

The monk surnamed Zeng bowed his hands and said, "Zeng Zhongliang from Shifeng Mountain, please!"

Taoist Liu held out a peach wood sword, raised his hand to seal the secret, and shouted: "Fall!"

Boom!

A thunder exploded out of thin air, and a silver arc as thick as an arm surged out from the tip of the mahogany sword and struck at the monk surnamed Zeng.

As soon as they had a fight, Taoist Liu took out the magical power at the bottom of the box. The thunder method could destroy all evils. He didn't believe that this flower basket could even collect thunder from the sky.

He accepted the benefits of Haoran Sect. Even if he lost to the true disciples of Hidden Sword Palace, he could not lose to the monks of Shifeng Mountain, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Haoran Sect.

Yuan Xiang smiled. Even he didn't know that Liu Taoist had mastered the thunder method. It seemed that the Yuan family had won this time.

Sect Leader Mu frowned, but then relaxed his face and smiled, as if he was confident and not worried about the defeat of the monk named Zeng.

The monk surnamed Zeng was the same as when he faced Yuan Shixiong before. He was still unhurried and calm. He raised his hand and patted his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood and blending it into the flower basket.

With this mouthful of essence and blood leaving his body, his beard and hair all turned a frosty white color, and the wrinkles on his face were healed, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.

After the flower basket absorbed the essence and blood, hundreds of flowers bloomed in full bloom, as if they were watered by sweet rain, emitting a rich pink glow, and with one roll, the sky thunder was directly collected into the flower basket!

Not only that, the pink glow came fiercely, and condensed into a long pink rope, heading straight for the peach wood sword, intending to take away this magic weapon.

Taoist Liu's face sank, he raised his hand and slapped a silver talisman on the peach wood sword, and shouted: "Fall!"

Chen Yuan recognized at a glance that this talisman turned out to be the Heavenly Thunder Talisman he had used before. At this moment, it was attached to the Taomu Sword and turned into a burst of electric arc, all of which was absorbed by the Taomu Sword.

Boom! Boom!

The roar continued, and thunders fell one after another, crisscrossing, half of them struck the flower basket, and half of them struck the monk surnamed Zeng.

For a moment, thunder roared above the canyon, and the monk surnamed Zeng was enveloped by thunder, and it seemed that he would be struck into ashes in the next moment.

But he was still fearless, and pointed a point, and a burst of blood-red light surged out of the flower basket, absorbing all the falling thunder lights! (End of this chapter)