Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 176 Old acquaintance
Chen Yuan rode on the light and came into the air. He ignored Zhuang Ji and looked at the cold-faced monk carefully.

The cold-faced monk was puzzled by Chen Yuan's behavior, but he still forced a smile and said, "If you are willing to help me, I have spirit stones to offer you. I will never let you suffer any loss."

Zhuang Ji had calmed down by now. Hearing this, he was shocked and bowed to Chen Yuan, saying, "I advise you not to interfere in this matter. I am a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect and have been ordered to arrest this man. If you interfere, you will offend the Blood Spirit Sect. But if you stand aside and watch, after I capture this man, I will give you all the spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual tools and spiritual materials on him."

He was hunting down the grim-faced monk this time because of something extremely important, and he was willing to give up everything else.

After Chen Yuan showed up, he did not hide his cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building. Although Zhuang Ji was not afraid, he did not want to cause any trouble.

He had consumed a lot of his true energy in order to break the pine forest formation. Now fighting one against two was a big risk. He might not get what he wanted. He couldn't take this risk.

The cold-faced monk was worried that Chen Yuan was afraid of the reputation of the Blood Spirit Sect, so he hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, please do not trust this beast! He must be planning to stabilize you first, deal with me first, and then attack you. The only way for you to escape today is to join forces with me."

Zhuang Ji laughed: "Yu Qing, who do you take me for?"

He looked at Chen Yuan and said sincerely, "My fellow Taoist, I swear an oath that as long as you don't interfere in this matter, I will never make things difficult for you. After killing this man, I will hand over all the spiritual stones and spiritual weapons on him to you. If you break this oath, you will be invaded by foreign demons when you practice in the future!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expression of the cold-faced monk Yu Qing suddenly turned ugly.

External demons are invisible and intangible, omnipresent and can penetrate any hole.

A cultivator swears an oath to an external demon. If he breaks his oath, his heart will be damaged and the external demon can take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, invade his soul and cause him to go astray and die.

After Zhuang Ji made this oath, he would never break it, otherwise he would be seeking his own death.

It is impossible for the person who suddenly appeared in front of him to offend the evil cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect for his own sake.

It seems that this is where I will be buried...

But just when Yu Qing was in despair, Chen Yuan, who had been staring at him carefully, suddenly showed a look of realization on his face. He turned to look at Zhuang Ji and said lightly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Brother Zhuang. I have a history with you. Although you are sincere, I still want to lend you a helping hand."

Yu Qing was stunned and looked at Chen Yuan carefully twice, but was still confused.

He had never met this person before, why did this person say that they were old acquaintances?
But now is not the time to worry about these things. He bowed to Chen Yuan and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Zhuang Ji's face darkened, and he said in a stern tone: "Very good, since you don't want to accept my toast, then I will let Zhuang learn a lesson from your methods!"

After saying this, the magic formula in his hand changed, and he suddenly activated his true energy. The iron ruler trembled slightly, and turned into hundreds of ruler shadows, together with more than thirty blood shadows, attacking Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. He stroked his storage bag and raised the Fire Cloud Gourd. Three hundred and sixty grains of Fire Cloud Sand flew out of the gourd, spinning rapidly towards the enemy and continuously spewing out red smoke that spread out.

After being nurtured in the Fire Cloud Gourd for a night, the Fire Cloud Sand has regained its power and can now be used in combat.

Huoyunsha easily blocked the ruler shadow, but he could do nothing about the more than thirty blood shadows.

These blood shadows were extremely strange. After a big hole was smashed by the Fire Cloud Sand, the blood light on their bodies only dimmed a little, but it would soon recover and pounce on them again.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, turned to Yu Qing and said, "Fellow Daoist Yu, please step back. My spiritual weapon does not distinguish between friend and foe. If I hurt you, it will be bad."

These blood shadows are called blood spirits. They are refined from essence and blood. They are immortal until the essence and blood in their bodies are exhausted. Ordinary means are useless against them and they are extremely difficult to deal with.

The reputation of the Blood Spirit Sect mostly comes from this thing. Every Blood Spirit Sect cultivator has a blood spirit by his side, without exception.

Yu Qing was stunned for a moment, then said: "This beast is very powerful, I can join forces with you to fight him together."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I am enough."

Yu Qing's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped. However, he finally nodded and retreated dozens of feet, away from the area covered by the red smoke.

Chen Yuan turned his head, changed the spell in his hand, and shouted softly, "Disperse!"

The Fire Cloud Sand spewed out more red smoke, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, and turned into a red cloud, concealing the figures of Chen Yuan and Zhuang Ji.

Zhuang Ji spread out his spiritual sense, but found that the red cloud could confuse his spiritual sense and he could not see where Chen Yuan was.

He sneered and didn't care.

The blood spirit was connected to his mind, and wherever he went, it was as if he was there in person. Although the red clouds had the effect of confusing his consciousness, it was useless to him.

This person is so arrogant that he relies on a top-grade spiritual weapon to fight him alone. He is really courting death!

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhuang Ji's eyes. He raised his hand and slapped his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a cloud of blood mist and merged into the blood spirits. More than 30 blood spirits were nourished by Zhuang Ji's blood, and their bodies glowed with blood. They became more ferocious, and rushed towards Chen Yuan despite the constant grinding of the fire cloud sand.

At the same time, Yu Qing tried to probe his spiritual sense into the red cloud to check the battle situation, but he could not continue after only going a dozen feet deep.

He was only at the early stage of foundation building, and his spiritual awareness was weak. The Fire Cloud Gourd was a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the red smoke suppressed his spiritual awareness greatly.

Yu Qing tried twice more but still couldn't get deeper, so he had no choice but to give up. He was quite nervous and waited for the outcome of the fight between Chen Yuan and Zhuang Ji.

Zhuang Ji is a cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect. He has refined more than thirty blood spirits. His cultivation is higher than Chen Yuan's and he has touched the bottleneck of the late foundation building stage. Even if he faces a cultivator in the late foundation building stage, he can still fight.

Chen Yuan's origins are unknown. Although he took out a top-grade spiritual weapon, the red sand released from it had no obvious effect on the blood spirit. It could only be slowly consumed, which inevitably made people worry. He was very likely to lose.

Yu Qing stared at the red clouds in front of him, his eyes changing constantly, and an idea suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart.

The two had no time to care about anything else while fighting, so it was a perfect opportunity to escape!
Yu Qing stroked his storage bag, took out a green flying boat, threw it in front of him, and it expanded to about ten feet in length.

But at this moment, Zhuang Ji's terrified cry suddenly rang out from the red cloud: "Impossible! You are actually...Ah!"

Zhuang Ji's voice stopped abruptly, and then the huge red cloud began to shrink, and Chen Yuan's figure was looming.

Yu Qing's expression changed, and he raised his sleeve and put the green flying boat back into the storage bag.

However, in just a dozen breaths, Chen Yuan killed Zhuang Ji, and Yu Qing no longer dared to have any other thoughts.

Soon, all the red clouds dissipated, and the three hundred and sixty grains of fire cloud sand flew back into the vermilion gourd, leaving only Chen Yuan.

He was holding a storage bag in his hand. Yu Qing recognized it at a glance. It belonged to Zhuang Ji, but Zhuang Ji himself was nowhere to be seen.

Yu Qing didn't know whether Chen Yuan noticed that he had used the flying boat to escape. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes. He bowed to Chen Yuan and said, "Thank you for your help in killing that demon. I am very grateful."

Chen Yuan slowly flew in front of Yu Qing and returned the greeting, saying, "Fellow Daoist Yu, there is no need to be polite. You and I are old acquaintances. How can I stand idly by when you are in danger? It's a pity that I used too much force, otherwise I would have captured this beast and handed it over to you for you to deal with."

This was the second time Yu Qing heard Chen Yuan talk about this matter. He tried hard to recall the foundation-building cultivators he had met in the past, but no one could match Chen Yuan.

He was puzzled and asked, "Excuse my poor eyesight, but where have you met Mr. Chen before?"

Chen Yuan said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Yu, do you still remember that more than forty years ago, in the Chimang Mountains, there was a mortal warrior who entered the Yinfeng Cave for you, picked three ice grasses, and asked for the immortal cultivation method. Seeing that he was determined to be a Taoist, you gave him a volume of "Red Flame Art"?"

"It's you! You are the young warrior, Chen Erniu!"

Yu Qing looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief, and the memories of forty years ago instantly flooded into his mind.

The face of the young warrior slowly overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.

Yes, this person was exactly the ordinary warrior from that day, but he had become much more mature, had made great progress in his cultivation, and his temperament had changed greatly, so I did not recognize him.

And it only took him forty years to go from being a powerless mortal to the middle stage of foundation building.

Yu Qing was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chen Yuan nodded and bowed to Yu Qingshen: "Yes, I am the ordinary warrior that day, but I have changed my name to Chen Yuan. Thank you for your kindness in teaching me the Dao that day. I will remember it in my heart and never forget it."

Yu Qing hurriedly returned the greeting: "Daoyou Chen, you are too polite. Daoyou spent your blood and energy to get the spiritual herbs for me, but I only gave you a basic exercise. Thinking about it now, I still feel guilty..."

He didn't dare to take any credit in front of Chen Yuan.

The mortal warrior who could be killed with one hand that day has now turned into a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building who can easily kill the evil cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect. If you are not careful, you may be in great trouble.

He knew that many cultivators, after achieving success in their cultivation, not only did not feel the slightest bit of gratitude for the favors they had received when they were at a lower level in the past, but instead felt humiliated and angry. In the mildest cases, they threatened the person who had done the favor and asked him to keep his mouth shut. In the worst cases, they simply killed the person to prevent the news from getting out and being laughed at by others.

At the beginning, Chen Yuan knelt down and begged him, which was considered a great shame and humiliation in the eyes of some monks.

Although Chen Yuan now expressed his gratitude, the human heart is unpredictable. Yu Qing did not dare to act arrogantly, for fear of arousing Chen Yuan's shame and anger and killing him to silence him.

Seeing Yu Qing being so careful in his words, Chen Yuan thought for a moment and guessed what he was thinking. He said solemnly, "Don't worry, Daoist Yu, I am not a person who repays kindness with enmity. If it weren't for Daoist Yu's "Red Flame Art", I would still be an ordinary person today and would not live more than a hundred years. I will never forget this favor!"

(End of this chapter)