Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 203 The war is about to begin
Mo Jingchun also looked over, curiosity in his eyes.

Chen Yuan did not answer immediately, but asked: "Senior Sister Shen and Senior Brother Mo, do you want to sign up?"

Shen Danmei said without hesitation: "Of course! The rewards for this battle are so generous, and the opportunity is rare, how can we miss it?"

Mo Jingchun smiled and said, "Senior Sister Shen's words make sense. Although my cultivation is low, I think my strength is not weaker than others. I don't want to miss the sect's reward, so I will sign up to participate in the battle."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took a task talisman into his hand, attracting the attention of many monks in the hall.

He was the first person to take down the mission talisman. Some of Wang Xian's disciples recognized his identity and were surprised.

Mo Jingchun has been making up for his poor foundation for the past twenty years, and his cultivation progress has been slow, so he has been stuck in the early stages of foundation building. Yet he has to participate in this battle?
Mo Jingchun faced many gazes but remained calm. He injected a trace of true energy into the task talisman, leaving a mark of true energy.

Shen Danmei looked at Mo Jingchun with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. She also raised her hand and took a task talisman into her hand, leaving a mark of her true essence.

The actions of the two men were like two pieces of flint, colliding one after another, igniting the already restless atmosphere in the hall.

People took off the task talismans one after another. In a flash, more than twenty task talismans were taken off, and more people showed signs of interest.

Seeing that the time was right, Chen Yuan raised his hand and took down a task talisman, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Shen and Senior Brother Mo are both going to participate in the battle, so naturally I can't fall behind."

Seeing that Chen Yuan was also going to sign up, Shen Danmei frowned slightly and said, "Junior Brother Chen, you should reconsider this battle. Although the rewards for this battle are generous, it is the first time for both sides to fight. Without knowing the details of the demon cultivator, it must be extremely dangerous."

She had never seen Chen Yuan take action. She only knew that after Chen Yuan successfully established his foundation in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain, he returned to Lingyun Sect and secluded himself for eight years. He was then forced to come out and complete a sect mission that was not difficult. He then secluded himself for another three years. Although his cultivation progress was fast, he rarely dealt with demonic cultivators and lacked experience in dealing with them.

Mo Jingchun was also surprised and advised: "Brother Chen, are you interested in the sect's reward? You are a master of alchemy, why bother to wade into this muddy water."

"Your alchemy skills are extraordinary, and you never withhold elixirs privately. As long as you spread the word, other fellow disciples will definitely ask you to help them make elixirs, and there will be no shortage of elixirs."

"This first battle is too dangerous. Junior Brother, you might as well wait for a while until you have a better understanding of the details of the demon cultivators before joining the battle. It will be much safer."

He has a close friendship with Chen Yuan and shares the same concerns as Shen Danmei, not wanting to see Chen Yuan in danger.

Chen Yuan smiled, left a trace of true energy mark on the mission talisman, and said: "Thank you for your reminder, senior brothers and sisters. I will avoid it and will not take any risks in this battle."

He spoke sincerely but firmly. Although Shen Danmei and Mo Jingchun were still quite worried, they did not know how to persuade him any further.

Moreover, he left a mark of his true essence in the mission talisman, which meant that he had accepted this sect mission and there was no room for regret.

Shen Danmei was straightforward. Seeing that Chen Yuan insisted on his opinion, she didn't say anything more and said seriously, "The magic cultivation method is strange. You have been practicing in seclusion for many years and have no experience in dealing with magic cultivation. Remember to stay beside me and don't wander around."

Chen Yuan did not refuse and said, "Yes, thank you for your care, Senior Sister."

Shen Danmei turned to look at Mo Jingchun again: "Junior Brother Mo, the three of us have signed up to participate in the battle, so why not go with us so that we can take care of each other, what do you think?"

Mo Jingchun said, "I appreciate Senior Sister Shen's kindness, but my master has already issued an order for me to travel with my fellow senior brothers. I am afraid I cannot travel with you two."

Shen Danmei showed a look of regret: "That's a pity..."

Mo Jingchun smiled and bowed to Shen Danmei and Chen Yuan respectively: "I need to return to my residence to recuperate in preparation for the battle, so I'll take my leave now."

The two men bowed in return, and then Mo Jingchun turned and walked out of the Hall of Good Deeds with the smile on his face gone.

In fact, Wang Xian did not issue such an order, and he was the last one to join Wang Xian's school, so his relationship with his fellow brothers was indifferent, so there was no possibility of them joining forces.

It's just that he is arrogant by nature, and his cultivation is inferior to Shen Danmei's, so he is unwilling to travel with her and be cared for by her.

Moreover, like Shen Danmei, he believed that Chen Yuan only had some skills, but he usually just practiced hard in seclusion and refined pills. He lacked experience in fighting and his strength was mediocre. It was already not easy for Shen Danmei to take care of him in the battle, so he didn't want to cause her more trouble.

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After Mo Jingchun left, Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei also left the Shangong Hall one after another and returned to the small building where they lived, where they meditated and regulated their breathing to recuperate.

Boom!
Three days later, a heavy and long drum sound spread throughout the oasis, awakening Chen Yuan from his meditation.

Then Zhuge Qi's voice reached his ears: "Lingyun Sect's disciples who are participating in the battle, quickly gather in front of the Good Merit Hall!"

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and walked out of the small building.

Looking up, I saw more than a dozen rays of light rising up, passing over the bamboo tips and flying towards the center of the Lingyun Sect’s base.

Boom!
Another heavy drum sound that resounded through heaven and earth slowly spread out, like the desolate roar of a prehistoric beast, and reached Chen Yuan's ears.

A fighting spirit suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making him eager to fight with the demon cultivator. The true essence lake in his dantian also became active, with splashes of water.

But the next moment, the jade disc in Chen Yuan's soul space emitted an invisible wave, suppressing the inexplicable fighting spirit, and his eyes regained clarity.

"This drum sound is so strange that it can actually affect the cultivator's mind and true essence..."

Chen Yuan was secretly shocked. He dispersed his spiritual sense to protect his soul to avoid being affected by the drum sounds. He then rode on his escape light and flew towards the Hall of Good Deeds.

He had just flown out a dozen feet when Shen Danmei also walked out of the small building, riding on a beam of light and following him.

Her face flushed slightly, and an invisible flame seemed to be burning in her eyes. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted: "Junior Brother Chen, is there any abnormal movement of the true energy in your body?"

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he frowned and said, "Senior sister was also affected by the drum sound? After I heard the drum sound, a fighting spirit rose from the bottom of my heart, and the true energy in my body became particularly active. I couldn't wait to step onto the battlefield..."

While speaking, he did not forget to mobilize the strength of his body, making his face turn slightly red, giving people a sense of excitement.

Shen Danmei's expression eased a little: "This drum sound is extremely strange, it can affect the cultivator's mind and true essence, but since it sounded before the battle, it should not be a bad thing."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Senior Sister, what you said is very true. This drum sound has an impact on the cultivators of the six sects. It must be emitted by a magic weapon."

Having said that, he still protected his soul and dantian firmly so as not to be affected by the drum sounds.

The two of them walked all the way to the Hall of Good Deeds and escaped in a flash.

Zhuge Qi, Wang Xian and Wu Zexian stood in front of the Shangong Hall, with their hands behind their backs and expressionless faces.

Dozens of foundation-building monks stood in front of the three people, looking solemn and silent.

Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei saluted respectfully to the three Jindan Zhenren and stood at the end of the crowd. There were foundation-building cultivators falling one after another around them.

Chen Yuan looked up and saw that everyone had the same slightly flushed face as Shen Danmei, with invisible flames burning in their eyes, revealing a sense of excitement.

Soon, one hundred foundation-building monks who had signed up to participate in the war arrived and stood silently in front of the Hall of Good Deeds.

The weather was not good today, with low clouds hanging low, as if you could reach out and touch them. The sky and earth were dark, the wind was whistling, and the sound of drums, like the long roar of a giant beast, kept echoing, giving people a feeling of desolation and solemnity. The Foundation Establishment cultivators did not dare to act rashly in front of the three Jindan True Immortals, but they all showed more or less worry on their faces.

They were all affected by the sound of the drums, their hearts were filled with fighting spirit and their true energy was boiling, but they didn't know the source of the drum sounds, so they couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Zhuge Qi seemed to see what everyone was thinking and said, "Don't worry, this drum is called the Heavenly War Drum. It is the treasure of the Ziyang Sect. It is made from the skin of an eighth-level demon king, the Canghai Whale, and is soaked in the demon king's blood."

"For cultivators below the Jindan stage, the drum sounds will affect their true essence and increase their combat power by 20%. They will become extremely tired after one day, but it's not a big deal. They will recover after three days of meditation."

Everyone was relieved and gained more confidence.

The Six Sects of Qi State have such a treasure, and their hope of winning this battle has increased a little bit.

Chen Yuan, however, remained unmoved and continued to protect his soul tightly to avoid being affected by the drum sounds.

Zhuge Qi spoke lightly, but he did not dare to let such a magic weapon affect himself.

At this time, the desolate sound of the War Drum finally stopped, after a total of seventeen beats.

The expressions of the group of foundation-building monks in front of the Hall of Good Deeds became even more excited, with strong fighting spirit in their eyes. They were agitated and did not hide their own cultivation aura at all, as if they could not wait to join the fight.

Chen Yuan then released his own spiritual energy, pretending to be excited, and took the opportunity to check everyone's cultivation.

Among these one hundred people, there are fourteen cultivators in the late foundation building stage, fifty-eight cultivators in the middle foundation building stage, and twenty-eight cultivators in the early foundation building stage.

Lingyun Sect has the largest number of cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, but everyone also knows that this war is extremely dangerous. Those who sign up to participate in the war are all people who are quite confident in their own strength, and there are not many cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.

Zhuge Qi's expression became serious: "The drums stop beating, the battle begins, you all follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode on a beam of light and flew towards the north.

Wang Xian and Wu Zexian followed, and the other foundation-building cultivators did not dare to be negligent and followed closely behind.

At the same time, dozens or even hundreds of beams of light rose from the other five sects' bases, cutting through the dark sky and flying towards the north.
The monks from the six sects flew for an hour before slowly coming to a stop.

This place is about a hundred miles away from the oasis. Deep in the Dangmo Desert, the gravel-covered Gobi Desert has disappeared. Looking around, there is endless yellow sand all around.

Crescent-shaped sand dunes are scattered in the desert, reflecting dazzling light under the scorching sun.

Five hundred foundation-building monks were scattered across the country, forming a line several miles wide from east to west.

The monks from the six sects were all wearing the standard robes issued by their sects. The monks from Zi Yang Sect were in the middle, with a total of 130 people. The monks from Ling Yun Sect and Tian Gang Sword Sect were on the left, with 100 and 30 people respectively. The monks from Wan Shou Mountain and Ming Yin Valley were on the right, with 80 people each.

Twenty Jindan Zhenren were at the front of this line, looking solemnly towards the north.

Chen Yuan stared at it, then was shocked and quickly looked away.

There are a total of five Jindan Zhenren from Zi Yang Sect participating in the battle this time. The leader is Xie Chaohong. Elder Qi, who has researched the secret technique of making demon pills, is also among them.

Fortunately, the two of them were looking towards the north at the time and had no time to look around, so they did not notice Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan quietly took a half step back and hid his body behind a monk from the Lingyun Sect.

At this moment, a huge river of blood surged from the northern sky at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, and suddenly stopped a thousand feet away from the line of the six sects' monks.
A bald monk stood above the blood river, with an overwhelming aura, and he looked exactly like Zhuge Qi, a monk in the late Jindan stage.

He grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, raised his hand and waved it, and the river of blood suddenly shrank to a foot in size, surrounding the bald monk like a blood-colored cloak.

After the blood river disappeared, the figures of hundreds of monks who were swept away by it appeared.

Nineteen people stood out from the crowd and stood beside the bald monk, emitting a huge spiritual pressure. They were all Jindan monks.

Among the five hundred foundation-building monks who followed, three hundred of them were wearing red robes that seemed to be made of solidified blood, which was shocking to look at.

The other two hundred people were half male and half female, all dressed in white.

The male cultivators are all handsome and dignified, while the female cultivators are so beautiful that they can make fish sink to the bottom of their chests and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on flowers.

A man and a woman, walking hand in hand, exchanging glances, showing affection to each other. It doesn't seem like they are here to fight, but rather like they are on a picnic.

After they emerged from the blood river, they formed a line several miles wide, facing the monks of the six sects from a distance.

Chen Yuan glanced at the five hundred demon cultivators and did not see Liu Fan, so he felt relieved.

The one hundred beautiful female cultivators all looked over, their eyes were tearful and seemed to express infinite tenderness. Many cultivators from the six sects showed expressions of obsession.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded like thunder in the ears of these monks, waking them all up.

Clang!
A clear sword sound was heard, and someone raised a flying sword. The next moment, the cultivators from the six sects all sacrificed their spiritual weapons.

In an instant, hundreds of spiritual weapons flew out, emitting colorful spiritual light, and spiritual birds and beasts made clear noises and roars, causing chaos in the field.

Chen Yuan's expression became serious. He stroked his storage bag and took out the Fire Cloud Gourd and the Mysterious Water Flag.

The charms of the one hundred female cultivators had no effect on him, but they bewitched several Lingyun Sect cultivators around him and almost made them lose themselves in it.

The secret technique of the Hehuan Sect is indeed amazing.

After these people who had lost their composure were awakened, they showed expressions of shame and anger on their faces, but the one hundred female cultivators giggled and looked extremely proud.

The bald monk laughed wildly: "The six sects of Qi State are nothing but this, who wants to fight with me?"

Xie Chaohong stepped out from the crowd and said coldly, "I am Xie Chaohong from Ziyang Sect. I hope you can teach me, Taoist friend!"

The bald monk laughed wildly again: "Good! Yuan Ye of the Blood Spirit Sect, let me teach you the methods of Brother Xie!"

After the two men exchanged their names, they immediately rode on their beams of light and flew above the clouds.

Other Jindan cultivators also found their opponents and fled to the sky.

Zhuge Qi's voice rang in Chen Yuan's ears: "You must fight bravely and kill the enemy. You cannot stop fighting without my order!"

(End of this chapter)