Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 175 Breaking the Formation
The Boping Mountains are located in Boping County. They are about two hundred miles long, with high mountains and dense forests, and are rarely visited by people.

Different from the many strange legends about the Lingyang Mountains, there are no ghosts or monsters in the Boping Mountains. The only difference is that the wild beasts are fierce, the environment is harsh, and there are no minerals or medicinal materials. Therefore, few mortals enter the mountains.

On an inconspicuous hill several dozen feet high on the east side of the mountain range, continuous rumbling noises were being heard.

A cultivator was suspended in mid-air, full of energy and with the cultivation base at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. He was wearing a grey robe and was about fifty years old. His hair and beard were black, with a few strands of white hair on his temples, which made him look more experienced.

He made a hand gesture and controlled a thick iron ruler about a foot long, which transformed into hundreds of ruler shadows and bombarded a pine forest on the mountainside.

Next to the iron bars, there were more than thirty blood shadows, shaped like human bodies, but with hands like animal claws, extremely sharp, cutting down the pine trees one by one.

But after these pine trees were cut down by the iron rulers and blood shadows, they returned to their original state with a flash of light and once again blocked the gray-robed monks.

This pine forest was actually a wood formation. In addition to the tough pine trees, there were dozens of vines extending out from the pine forest, entangled with the blood shadow, slowing down its speed of destroying the pine forest.

The gray-robed monk frowned slightly and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Yu, now that I have found your trace, I will not let you leave. Although your pine forest formation can hold out for a while, it cannot resist forever. Why do you still hope that someone will come to save you?"

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but no one responded.

The gray-robed monk's face darkened: "Okay, let's see how long you can hold on!"

He stopped talking nonsense with the people in the formation and intensified his offensive, bombarding the formation. Loud noises were heard, echoing all around and startling flocks of birds.

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When the gray-robed monk was trying his best to break the formation, Chen Yuan, wearing a Luo Yan gauze, came to a huge rock at the foot of the hill, stopped, and looked over.

Following the information he got from the middle-aged monk's memory fragments, he flew for an hour and arrived at the Boping Mountains, flying towards the hiding place of the Yu monk.

He heard from afar the rumbling sound of the gray-robed monk breaking the formation, and immediately lowered the Cloud Ferry.

At this time, the sun had risen and the sky was bright. Chen Yuan no longer had the cover of the night. If he flew in the air, the gray-robed monk would be able to see him at a glance.

He put away the Duyun Boat, put on a gauze cover, hid his figure, concealed his breath, and slowly approached.

The gray-robed monk was Zhuang Ji, who had appeared in the middle-aged monk’s memory fragments.

The person in the formation should be the monk from the Yu family who is hiding here.

Chen Yuan arrived in time and Zhuang Ji had not yet succeeded.

However, even if Zhuang Ji has captured and killed the Yu cultivator, it doesn’t matter.

He had already obtained the location of Zhuang Ji's cave from the fragments of the middle-aged monk's memory. He just needed to go there, kill him, and then search his soul.

According to the middle-aged cultivator's memory, Zhuang Ji had specifically reminded him that if he found any trace of the Yu cultivator, he must not reveal it to anyone else, not even to his fellow disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect.

According to the middle-aged monk's speculation, Monk Yu must have some secret, which is why Zhuang Ji is so concerned about it and wants to keep it for himself.

But he didn't expect that the middle-aged cultivator was extremely obsessed with Qiao Xin's beauty. Qiao Xin also had some knowledge of the secret techniques of dual cultivation. Under his deliberate induction, he asked about this matter, and Chen Yuan learned about it.

Chen Yuan looked at Zhuang Ji who was trying his best to break the formation, pondered for a moment, and did not choose to take action immediately, but waited patiently.

Like Zhuang Ji, he also coveted the secrets of the Yu monks, so naturally he would not lend a helping hand to the Yu monks.

After Zhuang Ji had consumed his true energy and broken the formation, he could then kill him with ease, saving the effort of breaking the formation, thus killing two birds with one stone.

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As a low-level spiritual formation of the wood element, the pine forest formation was everlasting and extremely tough. Zhuang Ji spent another half hour and finally broke most of the formation. Only a few pine trees were left, surrounding a cultivator in the middle.

Chen Yuan was at the foot of the mountain, quite far away, and blocked by pine trees, so he couldn't see the man's face clearly. But the formation was about to be broken, and he was ready to take action, and he would never let the Yu family cultivator die in Zhuang Ji's hands.

Zhuang Ji had been trying his best to break the formation for the past two days. Now that he was about to break the formation, he was no longer anxious and advised: "Yu Daoyou, do you still want to resist? You know what I want. As long as you hand over the token, I can spare your life."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed as he waited for the answer from the Yu cultivator.

The token that Zhuang Ji mentioned must be the reason why the demon cultivators have been searching for the traces of the Yu cultivators for the past three years.

The Yu cultivator in the formation said coldly: "If you want the token, kill me first!"

He suddenly raised his hand and waved, actively dispersing the formation, slowly rising into the air, facing Zhuang Ji across the air.

Chen Yuan looked at him intently. The man was wearing a black robe and seemed to be over thirty years old. He had a handsome face, a stern expression, and a resolute gaze. However, his cultivation was only at the initial stage of foundation building, which was far inferior to Zhuang Ji.

He was startled. This monk from the Yu family looked so familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

At this time, Zhuang Ji laughed and said, "Okay, I will help you today!"

He mobilized his true energy, and more than thirty blood shadows pounced forward together. The iron ruler transformed into ruler shadows and attacked the cold-faced monk.

The cold-faced monk touched his storage bag, took out a bamboo pole, threw it forward, raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and shouted, "Fast!"

The green bamboos swelled in the wind, transforming into green bamboos that blocked the bloody shadow of the iron ruler.

When Zhuang Ji saw the green bamboo, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

The cold-faced monk was only at the early stage of foundation building, but the green bamboo in his hand was, like his iron ruler, a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Who knows how many treasures this person has in his hands. We must not let him leave alive this time!

Zhuang Ji continued to mobilize his true energy, controlling the blood shadow of the iron rod and attacking fiercely.

His cultivation was already higher than that of the cold-faced monk, and with the help of Blood Shadow, he destroyed 90% of the green bamboo in just a few moments.

The cold-faced monk could only continuously inject his true essence into the green bamboo to generate new green bamboo to block in front of him.

He had many treasures in his hands, but his cultivation was low. He had consumed a lot of his true energy and spiritual consciousness when he was in charge of the pine forest formation before, and was no longer able to control other spiritual weapons.

Fortunately, Cuizhu's defensive ability was extremely extraordinary, and she was able to barely block Zhuang Ji's fierce attack.

But this was just a last-ditch struggle. Zhuang Ji had already gained the upper hand and in a short moment, he was able to break through the green bamboo defense.

Chen Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the two men fight until the fight became fierce, and he knew it was time to take action.

He raised his hand and brushed away the Luo Yansha, and said loudly: "Stop!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuang Ji and the cold-faced monk both changed color, retreated dozens of feet each, and looked down at Chen Yuan.

Under the cover of Luo Yansha, Chen Yuan's aura was not revealed at all. The two of them never thought that there was a third cultivator beside them!

Zhuang Ji raised his hand to recall the iron ruler and blood shadow, looked Chen Yuan up and down, and said angrily: "Who are you? How dare you spy on me!"

The cold-faced monk was surprised at first, then showed a look of joy, and said loudly: "My fellow Taoist, this man is a demon cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect. Please help me kill this beast. I will not take a single cent of what I get, and all of it will belong to you!"

The cold-faced monk didn't know where Chen Yuan came from, but he was in a desperate situation, and any change was a glimmer of hope.

(End of this chapter)