Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 226 Escape
The white ape rushed over, startling countless flying birds, which circled above the mountains and forests, making panicked cries.

The white ape raised its head and roared, and the flying birds fell down one after another as if they were shot by crossbow arrows, and the forest returned to silence.

The white ape exhaled heavily and opened its mouth slightly. Its four protruding fangs were like four sharp daggers, flashing cold light under the weak sunlight.

Its body was stained red with blood, and its eyes were also faintly bloodshot. It glanced around, but did not find any aura from Chen Yuan.

The white ape roared angrily, suddenly raised its right foot and stomped it hard. Several cracks appeared under the sole of its foot and quickly spread around.

The ground shook violently, and the trees within a radius of dozens of feet around him seemed to be chopped off by an invisible giant axe. They broke close to the ground and fell down in all directions.

A tree fell towards the white ape. It raised its left hand to support the trunk and swung it to the side with force. The tree flew horizontally for a hundred feet and broke more than a dozen large trees that were half a foot thick before it stopped.

It was venting its anger and also taking the opportunity to look for the monk's trace.

The white ape has true spiritual blood in its body and is extremely sensitive. It can faintly feel a faint aura and knows that the cultivator who made it lose face is nearby, but it cannot accurately detect his location. It can only use this method to force this person to show up.

When there was chaos in the forest, the white ape's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, closely watching the movements around it. As long as the cultivator appeared, it would pounce on him immediately without holding back and tear him to pieces alive!

But until the forest returned to calm, the monk's figure still did not appear, and the faint aura also became much weaker.

The white ape was furious and stomped the ground hard, knocking down dozens of trees. The forest was in chaos, but it still couldn't make the cultivator show up, as if he had really disappeared out of thin air.

The white ape vented its anger for a long time, and all the trees within a radius of more than 100 feet were broken. Looking down from the air, a huge and ugly wound appeared in the dense and neat green.

But even though the white ape destroyed the entire forest, it still couldn't find the cultivator who had injured it. The faint aura had now become extremely weak.

After a while, the energy completely disappeared, and the white ape let out a long howl towards the sky, the sound was heard for several miles, and then it flew away into the distance.

The injuries on its body looked horrific, but they were only flesh wounds. Even the right hand, which was the most seriously injured, had no broken bones.

Now it has no place to vent its anger, and the only way to calm down is to kill a few monsters.

After all, it is a monster, and a monster with true spiritual blood.

The brutal nature inherited from ancient times deep in its blood eventually overwhelmed the white ape's remaining sanity.

……

Chen Yuan, dressed in tattered clothes and covered with gauze, walked slowly in a dense forest.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes, which he had tried hard to open wide, were bloodshot and dull. With every step he took, his body trembled twice, like a mortal disaster victim who had been hungry for three days and three nights. He did not have the demeanor of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Half an hour ago, he put on a veil to conceal his figure and aura, and narrowly escaped the pursuit of the white ape.

Chen Yuan was very lucky. When the white ape was destroying the forest to vent its anger, two trees fell in front of him, just a few inches away from hitting him, forcing him to reveal his body.

After avoiding the two trees, he used the cover of Luo Yansha to carefully avoid the cracks on the ground and the fallen trees, walked step by step into the distance, and finally left the forest.

But he still didn't dare to reveal his figure. There were many third-level and fourth-level monsters in the depths of the Fantasy Moon Mountains, and his arms were broken, his spiritual power was exhausted, and most of his strength was gone. His spiritual awareness could only cover less than thirty feet around him, so he didn't dare to take the risk of flying away.

He staggered forward, and with difficulty climbed over two thousand-foot-high peaks. It took him five days to finally walk out of the depths of the Huanyue Mountains.

At this time, 70% to 80% of Chen Yuan's true energy had been consumed. After all, Luo Yansha was a top-grade spiritual weapon. Although it consumed a lot of true energy, after five days, it was difficult for him to bear this consumption.

He gritted his teeth, removed the gauze, rode on the light of escape, and flew out staggeringly.

He no longer had any extra spiritual power to steer the Duyun Boat, so he could only fly out slowly.

Chen Yuan, who was flying close to the treetops, soon attracted the attention of a python monster.

As his soul was severely damaged, the aura he emitted was extremely weak, not even as strong as that of a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building, and only slightly stronger than a cultivator at the tenth stage of Qi Refining.

This second-level python monster became furious when it saw this weak cultivator dared to trespass into its territory. Its body, which was coiled on the tree, bounced back and its head suddenly stretched out, biting Chen Yuan.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Chen Yuan's bloodshot eyes. He stroked his storage bag and took out the Spirit Bamboo Sword.

A bamboo forest appeared, with bamboo leaves flying all over the place, surrounding the python monster in the middle. A bamboo leaf storm was formed, and together with the spiritual bamboo sword, the giant python was cut into pieces.

Even if a tiger is in dire straits, it cannot be bullied by a vicious dog.

Chen Yuan didn't even look at the python monster's corpse that fell to the ground. He put away the spiritual bamboo sword and continued to fly forward.

……

Two days later, Chen Yuan finally flew out of the Huanyue Mountains.

He was already close to his limit at this point. The severe pain in his head surged like a tide, never stopping. No matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, they could only be narrowed into a line. The scene in front of him was covered with a layer of light black, and many afterimages appeared. His arms hung limply, twisted into a strange posture.

He gritted his teeth and flew for more than ten miles, descended on a wasteland, set up a stealth formation, and sat down cross-legged.

After Chen Yuan sat down, all the energy he had held when escaping was gone. His vision suddenly went dark and he almost fainted.

But he knew that he must not fall asleep now, so he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a pain that was no less severe than a severe blow to the soul came over him, waking him up suddenly.

He spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, took a few deep breaths, stroked his storage bag, took out the soul-nourishing wood which was only an inch long, and tried to calm his mind and concentrate.

But the pain of the broken arm and the severe pain in the soul continued to come. Under such pain, Chen Yuan felt extremely irritated and found it difficult to concentrate.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan remembered something and quickly mobilized the little remaining true energy in his body and injected it into the Chilong pendant on his waist.

This low-grade spiritual weapon had limited effect in absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After Chen Yuan broke through the bottleneck in the late stage, it became useless and was forgotten by him.

But today, it comes in handy.

After Chen Yuan injected his true energy into it, the jade pendant glowed with a faint light, and the Chilong on it shook its head and tail, as if it had come alive.

A cold feeling surged into Chen Yuan's body, and he felt like he was sitting on a piece of eternal ice. All his pain and irritability were frozen. His mind slowly became calm, and he finally succeeded in entering a state of meditation.

Chen Yuan slowly practiced the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" technique. Gray spots of light slowly emerged on the rough and dry bark of the Soul-Nourishing Tree, condensing into a gray thread that extended to Chen Yuan.

After the spirit of the soul-nourishing tree entered Chen Yuan's soul space, it slowly merged into his soul. The severe pain was slightly relieved, and Chen Yuan's mentality became more peaceful.

But his soul was too badly damaged, and the speed of absorbing the spirituality of the soul-nourishing wood was extremely slow. An hour later, the inch-long soul-nourishing wood finally turned into debris. Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The severe pain in his head was relieved a lot. After his self-destruction of the spiritual weapon and talisman, his soul, which had become as illusory as smoke, became solid again. Although it was still less than half of its original strength, he no longer had to worry about fainting.

He slowly spread out his spiritual sense, and every move within two hundred feet around him was under his control.

Chen Yuan was completely relieved. He stroked his storage bag, took out a jade bottle, poured out a life-extending pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes to meditate again.

……

Three days later, Lingyun Mountains.

A white-haired old man flew slowly outside the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate, spreading his spiritual sense and carefully investigating everything around him to prevent any demon cultivators from spying on the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate.

The magic cultivation methods are strange, and it is difficult to detect the traces of the magic cultivators if you just set up a formation.

Moreover, over the past year, as the situation in the Demon-Slaying Desert has become increasingly tense, the demon cultivators in various parts of Qi have become more and more rampant. Immortal cultivation families are often massacred, and even several spirit stone mines have been breached by demon cultivators. However, the various sects have intentionally blocked the news, and the cultivators outside the sect are unaware of the inside story.

There were also demonic cultivators who sneaked into the vicinity of Lingyun Sect's mountain gate to spy on the sect's situation. Although their number was small, Lingyun Sect took them very seriously and sent out dozens of deacons and disciples to patrol near the mountain gate day and night.

Two deacon disciples were lax for a moment and did not notice the traces of the demonic cultivators who had sneaked into the vicinity of the mountain gate. They were severely punished by the sect, so the deacon disciples who were given this task dared not slack off anymore and were extremely careful.

The white-haired old man flew for a long time and finally made a rough inspection of the area he was responsible for. He turned around and flew back to start his second inspection.

At this moment, a green flying boat came flying from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

The white-haired old man's heart tightened, and he took out a mid-grade spiritual weapon, went forward, and shouted: "Who is coming?"

The speed of the green flying boat slowly decreased and it stopped ten feet in front of the white-haired old man, revealing a young cultivator.

The man was dressed in a green shirt and looked to be only about twenty years old. He was tall, had a pale face, bloodshot eyes, and seemed very tired.

But judging from the aura emanating from him, he is undoubtedly a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The white-haired old man was shocked, but before he could say anything, the green-robed monk touched his storage bag, took out a jade token, raised his hand and tossed it, and the jade token slowly flew over.

The white-haired old man took the jade token, checked it carefully, and returned it, saying with a smile, "It turns out to be Senior Brother Chen. It is my duty, and I have no intention of offending you. Please do as you please."

In the world of immortal cultivation, age is not respected, and the most capable ones come first. Although he is old, he is only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building and can only regard himself as a junior brother.

The monk in green took the jade token, nodded slightly, and flew into the cloud wall in his boat.

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Yuan's back with a hint of envy in his eyes. He sighed lightly and continued his inspection.

……

The green-robed monk was none other than Chen Yuan, who had just returned from the Fantasy Moon Mountains. He did not dare to stay outside for too long, and after the life-extending elixir took effect and his arms recovered as before, he immediately left Suzhou and flew back to the gate of Lingyun Sect.

Along the way, Chen Yuan still felt bursts of pain in his head from time to time, but the soul-nourishing wood had been used up, and the injuries to his soul could only recover slowly, and there was no need to rush.

He slowly steered the boat through the thousand-foot-high cloud wall and returned to the cave abode on Yunyin Peak, where he meditated and practiced.

Before his spiritual consciousness was restored, the success rate of alchemy was extremely low. He could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth bit by bit to improve his cultivation.

Two months later, after six times of starlight infusion, Chen Yuan's spiritual injuries were finally fully recovered, and his spiritual consciousness once again covered an area of ​​more than six hundred feet around him.

During these two months, in addition to meditating and practicing, and drawing starlight into his body, he had been thinking about how to kill the white ape and seize its true spirit and bloodline.

The white ape was indeed the descendant of a true spirit. It was only a fourth-level monster, but its strength completely overwhelmed Chen Yuan, forcing him to continuously self-destruct his spiritual tools and talismans. He also had two top-grade spiritual tools taken away and both of his arms broken before he barely escaped.

Chen Yuan had no doubt that even a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan would not be a match for the white ape.

The white ape's body was too strong. After Chen Yuan used the secret technique of the giant spirit body, his body could already rival some level five monsters, but in close combat, he was no match for the white ape.

His strength may be only slightly inferior to that of the white ape, but his physical strength is far inferior to that of the white ape.

The sharp Silver Sword could only leave a wound about an inch deep on the white ape. The blue flying sword, which was also a top-grade spiritual weapon, could not even cut through its fur.

Chen Yuan guessed that the white ape's body was at least comparable to that of a sixth-level monster, which was why it was not afraid of attacks from top-grade spiritual weapons.

In other words, the Silver Gang Sword was made entirely of Silver Gang Stone and was extremely sharp, so it could leave a wound on the white ape.

Astonishing divine power, a body comparable to that of a sixth-level monster, and white flames that can burn spiritual consciousness...

Aside from being unable to fly, the white ape has no other weaknesses.

For the first time, Chen Yuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Before he established his foundation, he practiced spiritual awareness. After establishing his foundation, he practiced both magic and body. In the middle stage of foundation building, he was evenly matched with Liu Fan, who was at the peak of foundation building. He had never met an opponent among the cultivators of the same level.

But in front of the white ape, he was as fragile as a child. He used all his means and risked his life to escape by chance, and he also left behind two top-grade spiritual weapons.

His biggest trump card, the Giant Spirit Body Secret Technique, was useless against the white ape.

It is impossible for him to kill the white ape by his own strength, and he must rely on external things.

Chen Yuan made up his mind, stood up and walked out of the cave, summoned the Duyun Boat, and flew out of the mountain gate.

Two months passed, and there were fewer monks left in the Lingyun Sect. The deacons and disciples patrolling outside the mountain gate also became more depressed.

Chen Yuan passed through the thousand-foot-high cloud wall, and the speed of the Duyun Boat suddenly increased, flying all the way to Lingyun Market.

It is still deserted here, with more shops closing down, but Baoguang Pavilion, which has the Immortal Cultivation Family and Lingyun Sect as patrons, is still open to welcome customers.

Led by a female Qi-refining cultivator, Chen Yuan came to the second floor and met Nie Ruyue.

The two of them sat down as host and guest. Nie Ruyue personally served the tea and looked at Chen Yuan with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you here to get the pair of gloves?"

(End of this chapter)