Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 204 Bombing and Killing
All the Jindan cultivators on both sides fled to high altitudes, leaving behind a thousand foundation-building cultivators.

They were several miles apart, staring at each other from afar. An invisible evil spirit spread out, the hot and twisted air froze, and even the clattering of the hooves of the strange birds and beasts stopped inexplicably.

Suddenly, the monks from both sides simultaneously rode their lights and rushed towards each other.

This is the great battle between immortal cultivators, just like a street fight between mortal gang fighters, it is far less methodical than a fight between two armies.

But immortal cultivators are not soldiers in the army. They usually go about their business alone, and their cultivation methods are different in style. The spiritual weapons and beasts they use are completely different. Naturally, they do not know how to form any formations to coordinate with each other, and can only fight on their own.

The demon cultivator was originally the invading party and was full of fighting spirit. He rode on a beam of light and rushed straight over.

The monks from the six sects were affected by the sound of the War Drum. They were full of fighting spirit, their true essence was boiling, and they were much braver than usual, and their escape speed was also extremely fast.

Chen Yuan was the only one who was conscious among the 500 foundation-building cultivators from the six sects. He intentionally slowed down his escape speed and slowly fell to the end of the crowd.

But Shen Danmei's escape speed was extremely fast. She was twenty or thirty feet ahead of Chen Yuan, and even ranked at the front among the hundreds of cultivators in Lingyun Sect.

She was a person who acted decisively and swiftly, and the sound of the War Drum further amplified her character. At this moment, she had forgotten that she was on a battlefield with thousands of people, and the only thing in her eyes was the demon cultivator opponent she had chosen.

The demon cultivators on the opposite side also set their sights on Shen Danmei. Two familiar Blood Spirit Sect cultivators originally picked a Guiyuan Sect cultivator as their opponent, but when they saw Shen Danmei suddenly move forward, they slightly changed direction and rushed towards her.

Another male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building had a lustful look in his eyes. He licked his lips, let go of the hand of the female cultivator beside him, and rushed directly towards her.

The cultivators of the Hehuan Sect need to replenish the Yin and Yang energies in order to improve their cultivation. This person took a fancy to Shen Danmei and wanted to capture her to use as a cauldron.

The female cultivator beside him had a moving look in her eyes, as if she was saddened by the male cultivator's abandonment of her, but a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. She also increased her speed and rushed towards a male cultivator from the Zi Yang Sect whom she had taken a fancy to.

The Hehuan Sect's skills are unique. On the surface, she and the male cultivator are a pair of Taoist partners, but in reality they are each other's cauldron. They always want to put the other to death, and replenish all the yin and yang energy in his body, greatly improving their skills.

If they succeed in finding a "dual cultivation partner", or if the "dual cultivation partner" dies, the cultivator of the Hehuan Sect will replace him with another dual cultivation partner, and repeat this process until they succeed in forming the elixir, and only then can they get rid of this situation.

Every Jindan cultivator of the Hehuan Sect had to step on the bones of countless furnaces before he could successfully form a Jindan. Beneath their handsome and affectionate faces, they had a cold and ruthless heart.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for a female cultivator to help a male cultivator deal with Shen Danmei. She even has to capture a cauldron and absorb yang to replenish yin. Otherwise, her cultivation level will be left behind by the male cultivator and she will be in danger of becoming a cauldron.

Chen Yuan noticed the strange behavior of the three demon cultivators and immediately sent a message to Shen Danmei: "Senior Sister Shen, don't be impulsive!"

This message was like thunder, exploding in Shen Danmei's ears and waking her up from her state of excitement.

Her body trembled, and her escape light suddenly slowed down, and she was overtaken by the Lingyun Sect monk next to her.

Chen Yuan felt relieved and sped up a little. He came to Shen Danmei and continued to transmit his voice: "Senior Sister Shen, this is a battle of a thousand people. We must not be the first to come out!"

Shen Danmei replied with lingering fear: "Thanks to my junior brother's reminder, I don't know why my mind was a little dazed just now, and the only thought in my mind was to kill the enemy, and I was almost besieged by the demon cultivators."

The two Blood Spirit Sect demon cultivators on the opposite side frowned when they saw Shen Danmei slowing down her escape speed and hiding herself among the other Lingyun Sect cultivators, and they could only look for another opponent.

But the male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect just stared at Shen Danmei and had no eyes for anyone else.

It is difficult to find a female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. Today, he must capture this female cultivator from the Lingyun Sect and turn her into a cauldron!
The communication between Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei seemed slow, but in fact it happened in an instant.

Within a few breaths, the cultivators on both sides crossed a thousand feet, like two huge waves, roaring and colliding with each other. Hundreds of spiritual weapons collided, and spiritual light shot up into the sky.

The monk who was rushing in the front was besieged by several opponents and died in an instant, with screams rang out one after another.

In an instant, more than thirty headless corpses fell to the ground, and more than a dozen monks were dead without even their heads left, which made the besiegers look sad.

The two sects of the Demonic Path, like the six sects of Qi State, reward meritorious service based on the heads of their cultivators. Without heads, there would be no reward.

Chen Yuan and Shen Danmei were mixed in the crowd, attacked by only a spiritual weapon and a few blood spirits.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and made a gesture, and the shadow of the Black Tortoise flew out from the Black Water Flag, spraying out two streams of water that condensed into four sides of the Black Water Curtain, easily blocking the attacking blood spirit.

The one who was targeting Chen Yuan was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building from the Blood Spirit Sect. The blood spirit he released was shaped like a tiger or leopard, seemingly ferocious, but its body was illusory. It was far inferior to the blood spirit of Liu Fan, and was even inferior to the blood spirits of Ningbi and Zhuang Ji. It hit the Xuanming water curtain, but did not move at all, as steady as a mountain.

The spiritual weapon used by the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect is a black whip about ten feet long, made from thousand-year-old locust tree branches. It is full of sinister aura and as nimble as a snake, and it lashes towards Shen Danmei.

Shen Danmei summoned a rusty bronze shield, which grew to several feet in size and blocked the black whip.

At the same time, she took out a golden glass mirror, which shot out more than a dozen golden rays of light, turning into a sharp blade about a foot long, and shot towards the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect.

The male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect was not in a hurry. He raised a green rattan shield and put it in front of him.

The golden blade transformed by the mirror light was extremely sharp. It slashed on the green rattan shield, leaving more than a dozen inch-long scars and making a harsh scraping sound.

Upon seeing this, the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect showed a look of rage on his face, and rushed forward. At the same time, the spell in his hand changed, and ghosts flew out from the black whip, making sounds like babies crying, and pounced towards Shen Danmei.

Shen Danmei went forward fearlessly and fought with him.

Chen Yuan felt relieved when he saw Shen Danmei dealing with her opponent calmly.

He summoned the Fire Cloud Gourd, and three hundred and sixty grains of Fire Cloud Sand flew out from the gourd mouth, spinning rapidly and releasing streams of red smoke, forming a red cloud that was large enough to cover an area of ​​a hundred feet, engulfing the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

At this time, after the monks on both sides had survived the first wave of concentrated fire, they all looked for their opponents and became entangled with each other.

Various colors of spiritual lights shone, and all kinds of strange spiritual weapons, exotic beasts, and magical powers were displayed, forming a battle formation that was more than ten miles long.

Shouts and screams rang out one after another, and from time to time headless corpses fell and landed on the golden sand dunes, stirring up dust and sand into the sky.

There were also monks who were defeated and turned to flee, but were chased by their opponents, one in front and one behind, and fled several miles away.

The red cloud released by the Fire Cloud Sand was inconspicuous in this battle involving thousands of people.

When the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator saw Chen Yuan offering up a top-grade spiritual weapon, his face became solemn, and he shook his body and flew backwards, trying to exit the red cloud.

But the fire cloud sand was only the size of a fist and moved at an extremely fast speed, surrounding him. The red cloud also spread over and enveloped him again.

The cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect frowned and spread out his spiritual consciousness to look for Chen Yuan's trace, but he found that the red cloud seemed to have the effect of confusing his spiritual consciousness, and he was unable to capture Chen Yuan's figure.

His eyes focused, and he released the remaining tiger- and leopard-shaped blood spirits in his hands. There were twenty-four of them in total. Half of them circled around him, and the other half flew out in all directions, acting as eyes and ears, searching for Chen Yuan's whereabouts.

The rapidly rotating Fire Cloud Sand hit the blood spirits, but it just passed through, dimming the blood light on their bodies a little, but it could not leave any scars. Seeing this, the Blood Spirit Sect monk smiled slightly, and his worries were dissipated.

Like most of the Blood Spirit Sect's monks, he devoted all his efforts and energy to cultivating blood spirits and had no other magical weapons in his hands.

These thirty-odd blood spirits were all refined from the essence and blood of foundation-building monks. They were bloodthirsty and soul-devouring, and their bodies seemed both real and illusory. They were difficult to be harmed by ordinary spiritual weapons. Even high-quality spiritual weapons could only wear away the blood spirits' vitality bit by bit.

But before the red sands completely consumed the blood spirit, he had already used the blood spirit to find the location of the Lingyun sect disciple, devoured his blood and essence, left his head, and went back to collect the sect's reward.

The Blood Spirit Sect monk was extremely confident and released six more blood spirits to search for the opponent.

He could see clearly that Chen Yuan was only in the middle stage of foundation building. He took out two top-grade spiritual weapons, one for attack and one for defense. He should have no other means.

Only those who are extremely wealthy, or have extraordinary talents and special physiques, will have means that are more powerful than top-grade spiritual weapons.

But according to his observation, Chen Yuan acted timidly and deliberately lagged behind his fellow monks. He must be a coward who was afraid of death, so he chose this person as his opponent.

He was already quite surprised that Chen Yuan could produce two top-grade spiritual weapons, but it was impossible for him to have more powerful means.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so careful and could just start killing people.

Leaving behind six blood spirits is enough to protect himself.

This was because he was on a battlefield with thousands of people and acted much more cautiously.

If it were under normal circumstances, he would have released all his blood spirits, sucked the opponent's blood and essence dry, and looked for the next opponent.

The Blood Spirit Sect's reputation for brutality and evil was created by these blood spirits that devour the essence, blood, and souls of the people.

Soon, the two blood spirits found Chen Yuan. His spiritual consciousness attached to the blood spirits and also saw Chen Yuan.

But what surprised the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator was that Chen Yuan actually put away the Xuanshui Flag and flew towards him without any protection around him.

But the next moment, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, and with a thought, twenty blood spirits pounced towards Chen Yuan together.

He didn't know why Chen Yuan took the initiative to put away his protective spiritual weapon, but he would not miss this great opportunity and wanted to kill him with one blow.

Twenty blood spirits rushed towards him from all directions, but Chen Yuan remained calm. He threw several punches in succession, blasting the first five blood spirits to pieces!

The cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect treated the blood spirits as their own spiritual weapons and cultivated them, connecting them with their minds. When the minds of the five blood spirits were destroyed, his own soul was also damaged. He turned pale and spurted out blood.

But the damage to the soul was nothing. Chen Yuan was able to blow up the blood spirit with his bare hands, which made him tremble with fear and his mind was almost blank.

He had experienced dozens or even hundreds of battles, lost countless souls, and faced desperate situations several times, but he had never seen anyone who could blast a blood spirit with just physical strength without using any magic weapon!
He remembered a type of cultivator that only existed in the classics, and asked in horror, "Are you a body cultivator?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but threw out a few more punches, blasting all the remaining blood spirits. Then he flashed in front of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

puff!
Twenty blood spirits were completely destroyed. The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's face turned pale, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession, his body shaking.

The Blood Spirit is the strongest weapon of the Blood Spirit Sect's cultivators, but also their biggest weakness.

Only those who practice the "Blood Nerve" are not afraid of the destruction of their blood spirit.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's blood and essence were greatly damaged, and his soul was also severely damaged. He had lost all will to fight. He gritted his teeth and drove the six blood spirits to pounce on Chen Yuan to stop him, while he himself withdrew and tried to escape.

But these six blood spirits only stopped Chen Yuan for a moment before they were all blown up.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed and he came in front of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator, almost sticking to him. In his horrified eyes, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck.

Click!

Chen Yuan exerted a little force to break his cervical vertebrae, and at the same time released a stream of true energy to shatter his soul.

The Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's eyes dimmed, his limbs fell limply, and he died on the spot.

Chen Yuan stretched out his left hand, took the storage bag on his waist into his hand, then put his fingers together like a sword and cut off his head.

The corpse of the Blood Spirit Sect monk fell downwards, entangled in red smoke, ignited by dark flames, and turned into ashes silently.

Only ten breaths passed from the time the two men fought to the time Chen Yuan killed the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator.

On this battlefield with thousands of people, Chen Yuan directly exerted the power of physical cultivation and killed him alive.

He had to kill five monks of the same level before he could return to the sect to recuperate for three years. There was no time to waste and he had to fight quickly.

Chen Yuan put away the storage bag of the Blood Spirit Sect cultivator and spread out his spiritual sense to look for his next opponent.

Shen Danmei is quite powerful and has already gained the upper hand in the battle with the male cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, so she doesn't need Chen Yuan's help.

The other Lingyun sect monks were also fighting fiercely with their opponents. It was unclear who would win, but most of them were at a disadvantage.

The Lingyun Sect is only one of the six sects in Qi State, while its opponents are from two major demon sects. Their skills are strange, their blood spirits are difficult to deal with, and their spiritual weapons are of better quality.

However, those who sign up to participate in the battle are all extremely confident in their own abilities. Even if they are at a disadvantage, they will not be defeated for a moment.

But not everyone could hold on. A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building who was seven hundred feet away from Chen Yuan had his blood sucked dry by the blood spirit, leaving only his head and a piece of human skin.

Opposite him, a Blood Spirit Sect cultivator had a look of relief on his face. Next to him was another Blood Spirit Sect cultivator, who shook his head slightly with an unwilling look in his eyes.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand and waved it. A dozen grains of fire cloud sand flew out from the red cloud, carrying long red smoke tails, and flew towards the two of them.

The two sides were more than 700 feet apart, beyond the coverage of Chen Yuan's spiritual sense. The Fire Cloud Sand flew halfway and was no longer under Chen Yuan's control. Its trajectory became rigid and was easily dodged by the two people. It then flew back relying on the connection with the Fire Cloud Gourd.

The two men followed the Fire Cloud Sand and looked over. Chen Yuan smiled sarcastically, hooked his finger at them, put the Fire Cloud Sand into the Fire Cloud Gourd, turned around and left.

The two Blood Spirit Sect monks were shocked and angry at this ridicule, and immediately rode their lights to catch up.

(End of this chapter)