Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 180 Battle with Liu Fan
Jiangzhou and Dingzhou are separated by seven states, which is a long distance. Liu Fan flew for three days before he returned to Dingzhou and landed his flying boat in a valley in the Lingyang Mountains.

He put away the flying boat and spread out his spiritual sense, but did not find anything unusual. Then he waved his hand and a dozen blood shadows flew out of his body and pounced towards a mountain wall.

The mountain wall shook, and more than a dozen golden blades shot out and slashed towards the blood shadow.

The blood shadow was cut into two halves, and after a flash of blood, it returned to normal 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 two stone doors hidden behind it.

This is where the Ningbi Cave Mansion is located. The Golden Blade Formation, the protective formation for the cave, is a low-level spiritual formation, but it does not rely on spiritual veins and has no one to control it, so its defensive capabilities are greatly reduced.

Liu Fan stepped into the Ningbi Cave and took a careful look. Everything seemed normal.

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

Liu Fan looked thoughtful as he flew his flying boat towards the Boping Mountains.

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

Since Ningbi died, he naturally had to find Zhuang Ji to find out what happened.

An hour later, Liu Fan arrived at the Boping Mountains. After figuring out the direction, he turned the flying boat and flew towards a mountain hundreds of feet high.

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

There was a man standing in front of Zhuang Ji's cave.

This man was dressed in a white shirt, about twenty years old, tall, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary demeanor. He had a jade pendant with a gleaming light tied around his waist and a folding fan in his hand, which he gently waved. It was Chen Yuan.

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

Liu Fan raised his eyebrows, spread his consciousness, and carefully checked the surrounding environment before stepping out, putting away the flying boat, and said calmly: "Yes, it was you who killed Ningbi and Zhuang Ji?"

Chen Yuan laughed out loud, flicked his wrist, put away the folding fan, and bowed: "That's right! I am Wei Wuding, a disciple of Lingyun Sect, and I have come to take Daoist Liu's life. I hope Daoist Liu will help me."

This posture was extremely elegant, but in Liu Fan's eyes, it was pretentious and ugly.

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

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

After that, he touched his storage bag, took out a vermilion gourd, raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and shouted, "Quick!"

Three hundred and sixty grains of red sand were released from the gourd, which grew to the size of a fist. They began to spin rapidly, making a whistling sound, and attacked Liu Fan.

As soon as he made a move, his inspiration leaked out. Liu Fan sneered: "You are in the middle stage of foundation building and have a top-grade spiritual weapon. How dare you say that you want to take my life?"

He waved his hand casually, and thirty-six blood spirits flew out of his body to meet the attack.

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

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

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

Three hundred and sixty grains of red sand dispersed and attacked Liu Fan from all directions, releasing red smoke and forming a red cloud that continued to spread.

Liu Fan's expression was indifferent. 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 and blocking all the attacking red sand.

When these blood shadows are hit by the red sand, they will not suffer any wounds. Instead, they will wrap up the red sand like a flexible net.

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

But the blood spirit was originally a very filthy creature, and was not afraid of the red sand's corrosion at all. Instead, it emitted a blood-red light, which wiped out all the spiritual power on the red sand, turning it into the size of a soybean and being swallowed by the blood spirit.

In an instant, dozens of grains of red sand were swallowed by the blood spirit, and in return only the blood light on the blood spirit's body dimmed slightly.

At the same time, the thirty-six blood spirits that pounced on Chen Yuan allowed the red sand to leave big holes on their bodies, and then immediately recovered, with their momentum undiminished, and soon came within ten feet of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's face darkened. He stroked his storage bag, took out a small dark blue flag, threw it in front of him, and shouted softly, "Concentrate!"

A shadow of a black tortoise beast flew out and came to the top of Chen Yuan's head. Two streams of water sprayed out from its turtle head and snake tail, condensing into a dark blue water ball that wrapped him up.

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

Liu Fan raised his eyebrows and flicked his sleeves. The blood spirit raised his hand and released streaks of blood, which invaded the water ball and polluted the spiritual energy.

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

Chen Yuan snorted coldly, and the magic spell in his hand changed. The shadow of the Black Tortoise roared, and a stream of water spurted out from the turtle head and the snake tail, and injected into the water ball.

The filthy blood was spilled, but the water ball was replenished by the water flow and became as thick as before, firmly blocking the blood spirit outside. Chen Yuan laughed and said, "Is this the blood spirit that Daoist Liu feared? It's nothing more than that!"

Liu Fan said calmly: "Don't make any 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 Blood Seed Secret Technique."

Chen Yuan shouted, "Well, since Fellow Daoist Liu is determined to die, I will let you see what I can do!"

The spell in his hand changed, and the shadow of the black tortoise flew back to the dark blue flag. No more water was injected into the water ball around it, and it was soon contaminated by the blood spirit, with a faint blood color, falling to the ground. Wherever it went, there was no life.

The blood light on the thirty-six blood spirits only dimmed a little, and they were not in any serious trouble. They continued to pounce on Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan smiled coldly, instead of retreating, he rushed towards the Blood Spirit, raised his fist, and hit it hard!
The Blood Spirit was not willing to be outdone and also punched back.

Not only were these monsters fast in flight and possessed foul powers, they were also extremely powerful, comparable to level 2 monsters and far superior to cultivators.

boom!
The two fists collided, and the blood spirit flew backwards with half of its body torn apart. Chen Yuan continued to punch other blood spirits with his remaining strength.

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

Chen Yuan fought with more than a dozen blood spirits in succession, but was unharmed. Only the pair of gloves on his hands, as thin as cicada wings, were being corroded by the blood and turned a faint bloody color.

Liu Fan's usually calm expression finally turned serious: "You are a physical cultivator?"

As a true disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, he was knowledgeable and experienced. He once met a physical cultivator in the north, and the cultivator's powerful physical strength left a deep impression on him.

However, physical cultivation has extremely harsh requirements on the cultivator's physical body, and it also requires a large amount of rare spiritual medicine to strengthen the physical body. It is extremely rare. I didn't expect to see physical cultivation in the barren Qi State's world of immortal cultivation.

Chen Yuan laughed loudly and said, "Why, Brother Liu, are you scared? Under Wei's pair of iron fists, countless souls have died, and I have never been defeated. It would be best for you to surrender and avoid physical pain!"

His figure flashed and he rushed straight towards Liu Fan, throwing out several punches in succession, repelling all the blood spirits that blocked his way, and soon he was within ten feet of Liu Fan.

At this time, the 360 ​​grains of red sand had been completely contaminated by the blood spirits. Without the red sand as a support, the red cloud disappeared. The 36 blood spirits freed their hands and pounced on Chen Yuan to stop him.

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

With one punch, he shattered half of the blood spirit's body, but then several blood spirits attacked him, and he had to throw several punches 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 invade his body, they left a trail of blood, making his steps slower.

Chen Yuan was trapped in a tight encirclement. He roared angrily and threw a few punches, repelling several blood spirits. He rushed forward two feet, but was soon surrounded by the blood spirits again.

Liu Fan stared at Chen Yuan for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "So he's just a figurehead with only physical strength..."

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

The addition of these blood spirits caused Chen Yuan to face increased pressure, and his forward momentum was completely curbed.

He had lost all his composure at this moment, roaring continuously and smashing the body of a blood spirit into pieces, but then more blood spirits came, one after another, without end.

With every punch he delivered, the blood light on the blood spirit's body dimmed a little, but after such a long time, not a single blood spirit collapsed.

However, Chen Yuan's body was covered with the filthy light emitted by the blood spirit, leaving bloody marks that slowly invaded his body and made his movements increasingly stiff.

Liu Fan said calmly, "Daoyou Wei, don't waste your energy. My blood spirits are all made from the blood essence of late-stage foundation-building cultivators. They are extremely difficult to destroy. It's best for you to surrender, and you can avoid the pain of soul refining."

He returned all of Chen Yuan's words.

Chen Yuan shouted, "Liu Fan, don't be complacent. Physical cultivators are best at long battles. I want to see how long these blood spirits of yours can hold out!"

Liu Fan said coldly: "Really? I don't have time to waste with Fellow Daoist Wei, I will send Fellow Daoist Wei off right now!"

He stroked his storage bag and summoned a ten-foot-long river of blood, which split into more than ninety streams and was injected into the bodies of ninety-three blood spirits.

The blood spirits' bodies glowed with blood, and several illusory blood spirits that were about to disintegrate suddenly became solid, becoming even more powerful than when they were in their prime.

Chen Yuan's expression changed: "Filthy blood river!"

Liu Fan smiled slightly, raised his sleeve and waved it, and ninety-three blood spirits that were injected into the dirty blood river rushed up together.

Chen Yuan swung his fist, but he could only push the strengthened blood spirit back several feet. It no longer had the power to shatter the body with just one punch, and was about to be submerged by the blood spirit.

He showed fear on his face and shouted, "Liu Fan, I will spare you this time today, but I will kill you another day!"

He threw out several punches, forcing the blood spirit back, then stroked his storage bag, summoned a green flying boat, and fled away.

Liu Fan sneered: "Want to escape?"

He raised his sleeve and took the blood spirit into his body, then summoned a scarlet flying boat and chased after him!
(End of this chapter)