Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 237 Pill Formation
Chen Yuan didn't expect to meet other physical cultivators.

This person blocked the attack of a top-grade spiritual weapon, but was only slightly injured. His physical body was comparable to that of a fourth-level monster, only slightly inferior to him. He couldn't help but feel a little interested and became more cautious.

Lin Hao was temporarily out of danger, so he was not in a hurry to take action.

The savage said coldly: "Yes, I am a physical cultivator, who are you?"

He spoke in a very arrogant manner, but his eyes as he looked at Chen Yuan were full of vigilance.

The savage looks rough, but he is actually very alert. Chen Yuan came up behind him silently, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. He would not act rashly before knowing the details.

When Chen Yuan heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared. He said calmly: "The person you are chasing is my senior brother. If you stop now, it will be fine. Otherwise, if the two of us join forces, you will not be able to escape."

He really wanted to keep the savage and snatch the physical cultivation techniques from him to see if there were any physical cultivation secrets that could be practiced. However, in order to avoid being targeted by Liu Fan, he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and spoke to persuade him first.

Although the savage was a physical cultivator, he only had a large animal bone knife in his hand. It was not easy for him to face two cultivators in the late foundation building stage.

Moreover, there were many lone late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators on the battlefield, so there was no need for the savages to fight to the death with them.

But as soon as these words came out, the savage's eyes looking at Chen Yuan suddenly became fierce, and he grinned: "You dare to bluff in front of me, you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, a green gust of wind surrounded him and rushed straight towards Chen Yuan.

Lin Hao's expression changed: "Brother Chen, be careful, this guy is extremely strong, quickly dodge, don't fight him head-on!"

As he spoke, he made a magic gesture with his hands and a flaming spear shot out, piercing the savage's back.

At this moment, he felt extremely regretful for involving Chen Yuan.

Even he is no match for the savages. How can Chen Yuan, who has just entered the late stage of foundation building and has only a top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, save his life in the hands of the savages?

When Chen Yuan heard Lin Hao's words, he just frowned, then retreated instead of advancing and went forward to meet him.

Lin Hao was extremely anxious, and he frantically activated the true energy in his body, condensing hundreds of purple fireballs and shooting them at the savages.

The savage grinned fiercely, revealing his sharp white teeth, and rushed forward even faster.

When Chen Yuan tried to persuade him, he concluded that this person was just bluffing, otherwise he would have attacked him long ago. His worries disappeared and he attacked without hesitation.

What Chen Yuan didn't know was that although the savages would weigh the pros and cons, they had a bloodthirsty beast in their hearts. Once they set their sights on a prey, they would never let go!
The savage was extremely fast. In just a moment, he arrived in front of Chen Yuan and threw a punch with a whistling sound.

At this time, Chen Yuan still did not sacrifice any spiritual weapon. Under Lin Hao's anxious gaze, his body suddenly grew to about eight feet tall, only slightly shorter than the savage. His muscles bulged and took on a bronze color. He also threw a punch, intending to confront the savage head-on!
boom!
The two fists collided, and Chen Yuan only retreated ten feet, but the savage's right arm was broken with a snap under the huge force of three hundred thousand pounds. The flesh and blood on the arm also exploded and dispersed into a blood mist, but soon turned into countless white snowflakes, which were frozen by an inexplicable icy force. Only a little red in the middle was faintly visible.

The savage's right arm was also covered with a layer of white frost, and the whole person flew backwards, like a stone thrown hard by someone from the top of the mountain, and it seemed that he would hit the cliff and shatter into pieces in the next moment.

His face changed drastically, the ferocious expression on his face disappeared, and a green whirlwind appeared out of thin air under his feet. He retreated dozens of feet before he could barely stabilize his body.

Lin Hao looked at Chen Yuan, whose body shape had changed drastically, in disbelief, then glanced at the severely injured savage. He subconsciously urged his true energy, and the tip of the flaming spear trembled, slightly changing direction and heading straight for the savage.

The savage hurriedly took out his bone sword to block the flaming spear, then roared and blew out a gust of wind, which condensed into hundreds of wind blades and cut off all the purple fireballs.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan caught up again. His bronze body exuded an ancient and vast aura. He raised his hand to grab the savage. His palm seemed to cover the sky and the sun, as if he wanted to crush the savage to pieces.

The savage was horrified. This man's body was even stronger than his own. His immense strength was far beyond his reach. He no longer had any fighting spirit.

He madly urged the true energy in his body, and his figure disappeared out of thin air, swapping positions with the white bone sword, and appeared in front of the flaming spear.

He would rather be stabbed by a top-grade spiritual weapon than be punched by Chen Yuan again.

Lin Hao naturally would not miss this opportunity. He pierced the savage with his flaming spear, leaving a deep wound on his left shoulder.

The raging flames attached to the gun body suddenly exploded and spread around, but they could only burn the black hair on the savage's chest into ashes, leaving a charred mark.

The savage could not withstand Chen Yuan's punch, but he was not afraid of the flaming spear. He roared, pulled out the flaming spear and threw it out fiercely.

After the bone sword and the savage switched places, it chopped heavily on Chen Yuan's hand, but did not leave any scars.

Chen Yuan, who was unharmed, grabbed the bone sword and spread his spiritual sense, trying to erase the imprint of the savage's spiritual sense in this piece of top-grade spiritual energy.

But as soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the white bone sword, a burst of blood suddenly appeared on the sword, isolating Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness firmly.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and a white light suddenly appeared on his right hand that was holding the white bone sword. A layer of white frost quickly spread on the sword, wrapping the white bone sword and turning it into a crystal clear ice sword.

Then he raised his left hand and smashed it down heavily. The ice on the blade shattered, and then countless tiny cracks appeared, flashing a tiny blood-red light. The spiritual light became so dim that it could no longer be used.

Since we cannot control this spiritual weapon, we must destroy it and never let the savages use it again!
The moment the bone sword was hit hard, the savage's body shook violently and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, dyeing most of his body red. He emitted a strong smell of blood, which completely covered up the burnt smell left on his body after being burned by the flames.

After Chen Yuan destroyed the bone sword, he handed it to his left hand, then he flashed and rushed straight towards the savage.

The savage stared at Chen Yuan, his crazy eyes mixed with despair. He ignored the injury on his left shoulder and punched him.

He was proficient in the art of escape, but the White Bone Sword was too closely connected to him. This spiritual weapon was destroyed by Chen Yuan, and he was also seriously injured and could no longer escape.

However, he was of a rebellious nature and did not even think of begging for mercy. Instead, he wanted to fight to the death with Chen Yuan.

boom!
The two men's fists collided, and the savage was in even worse shape than before. His left arm exploded and was covered in ice. He didn't fly far before Chen Yuan caught up with him, grabbed his neck, and crushed his cervical vertebrae.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the savage's soul into his hand. Then he stroked his storage bag, took out a jade bottle, and put his soul in it.

He was very interested in the savage's experience. He was the second physical cultivator he had met besides Du Yu, and his physical body was much stronger than Du Yu's.

He really wanted to know how the savages strengthened their bodies since they had no jade beads and could not draw starlight into their bodies.

But now he was on the battlefield and had no time to be distracted. He could only take away the man's soul first and search his soul later. He unlocked the secret technique of the giant spirit body, collected the jade bottle and the wild man's body, and took the wild man's storage bag into his hand.

Lin Hao flew over from a distance and looked at Chen Yuan with doubt and uncertainty: "Chen... Junior Brother Chen, are you also a physical cultivator?"

Chen Yuan raised his head, staring closely at the Jindan cultivator in the sky, and said, "I had some adventures..."

Before he finished speaking, several streaks of blood flashed by and rushed towards Chen Yuan as fast as lightning.

Chen Yuan's expression changed, and he summoned the Duyun Boat, saying, "I'll discuss this matter with you later!"

He activated the power of the Wind Luan without hesitation, and the Duyun Boat was wrapped in the phantom of a Wind Luan. Its speed suddenly increased, and it turned into a misty green light and shot out.

Lin Hao stayed where he was. Several streaks of blood flew past him. They were actually blood spirits. Behind the blood spirits were two Jindan real people chasing after them from a distance.

Lin Hao was startled and didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly took out a flying boat and fled for his life.

The two Jindan cultivators were Liu Fan and Wang Xian, who had been fighting for more than half an hour. Liu Fan was in front and Wang Xian was behind.

Liu Fan was surrounded by a thick layer of blood and was moving at an extremely fast speed, but Wang Xian, who was flying on a sword, was on par with him.

Wang Xian shouted, "The outcome has not yet been decided, Brother Liu, don't leave!"

The two were originally in a fierce battle with no clear winner, but Liu Fan's expression suddenly changed. He drove several blood spirits to fly over here, and then he directly left Wang Xian behind and flew over.

How could Wang Xian let Liu Fan escape? He chased him relentlessly, with thirty-six sword lights flying back and forth. Taking advantage of Liu Fan's distraction, he killed dozens of blood spirits in one fell swoop.

Liu Fan's heart was bleeding. These blood spirits were the rare spiritual objects he exchanged from the Blood Spirit Sect at a huge cost after he formed a Jindan. They were mixed with the essence and blood of a Jindan cultivator and carefully cultivated. If one was destroyed, there would be one less.

But he had finally found Wei Wuding's whereabouts, and he must not let this man leave. He made up his mind, and took out a whisk. Countless white silk threads suddenly stretched out, weaving into a big net, covering Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was startled and slowed down his escape speed. He retracted the thirty-six sword lights and protected himself.

Liu Fan had fought him fiercely to this point, using only his blood spirit and a magical power that could condense into a thousand-foot-long blood cloud to fight the enemy. He actually had a magic weapon in his hand, which caught him off guard and made him cautious.

Wang Xian did not dare to hold back at all, and pointed at one spot, shouting, "Increase!"

Thirty-six sword lights suddenly gathered together and condensed into a giant sword three meters long, which slashed heavily on the large net formed by white silk threads.

The white silk threads emitted a crystal-clear light and seemed extremely tough, but when the giant sword slashed them, they broke into pieces one after another. A gap appeared in the woven net, and Wang Xian broke out.

Wang Xian let out a light exclamation. The power of the large net woven by the magic whisk was far less powerful than he had expected.

But when Wang Xian broke the magic whisk, Liu Fan had already escaped hundreds of feet and completely got rid of his pursuit. He was only two hundred feet away from Chen Yuan, and the distance was still shrinking. He would soon catch up.

The blood spirits he had released in advance were only a dozen feet away from Chen Yuan, and it seemed that they would attack Chen Yuan in the next moment.

Liu Fan's usually free and easy expression now became distorted, filled with hideous and cruel meanings.

He will never forget that he was almost ambushed and killed by Wei Wuding and Yu Qing, and most of the Qingyou treasures were taken away by the two.

Liu Fan had never suffered such a big loss in his practice.

In the secret realm of Wentianding, he pretended to be nice to the two of them, but in fact he was filled with hatred. Now that he finally had the chance to take revenge, he would never let Wei Wuding leave!

Liu Fan chased after him relentlessly, but the speed of the flying boat driven by Chen Yuan was so fast that it was even comparable to that of a cultivator in the early Jindan stage. He could not catch up with him for the time being and could only slowly shorten the distance between them.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Liu Fan's eyes. He slapped his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which wrapped around his whole body. His escape speed suddenly increased and he chased after him.

The night is long and dreams are many. Now they are on the battlefield. As a Jindan cultivator, he has broken the rules by attacking a foundation-building junior for no reason. He must not drag it on.

When Chen Yuan saw that Liu Fan actually used the Blood Escape Technique, he was shocked and decided to use the same technique to escape.

But just as he had this thought and had not yet taken any action, a strange beam of light mixed with black and white fell from the sky and transformed into a bright yellow mountain shadow, blocking Chen Yuan behind him.

The phantom of the mountain was about a hundred feet high, solid and heavy, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed everything, completely blocking Liu Fan's way.

Liu Fan's expression changed and he slowed down his escape speed. Hundreds of blood spirits flew out together, emitting filthy blood light, dyeing the shadow of the mountain into blood color, but without damaging it in the slightest.

Liu Fan showed an unwilling look on his face, and he made hand gestures. Above the phantom of the mountain, a blood cloud quickly condensed. It was about a thousand feet in size, covering the sky and the sun, rolling and unsteadily, and raining endless blood.

The blood rain fell on the phantom of the mountain, on Chen Yuan, and on several foundation-building monks within a thousand feet, emitting a thick bloody smell that made people want to vomit.

But at this moment, another strange beam of light mixed with black and white fell down, turning into a silver-white brilliant thunder, striking into the blood cloud!
Boom!

A loud bang was heard, and countless silver snakes flashed in the blood cloud. They quickly evaporated under the lightning and became thinner.

When Liu Fan was blocked by the phantom of the mountain, Wang Xian caught up with him. Thirty-six sword lights flew out and slashed at Liu Fan, saying, "Fellow Daoist Liu, you actually killed a youngster. Don't you feel ashamed?"

At the same time, Jin Luoheng in the sky looked at Liu Fan below with a cold gaze. The Gen and Zhen positions on the Tai Chi diagram in front of him gradually dimmed, while the Xun and Li positions shone brightly. In front of him, there was a constant strong wind and surging waves, which firmly suppressed the late Jindan cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect opposite him.

He looked at Chen Yuan deeply again, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Jin Luoheng only found out today that Chen Yuan was actually a physical cultivator.

Chen Yuan couldn't see Jin Luoheng who was hiding behind the layers of spiritual light, but he had seen Jin Luoheng using the Tai Chi diagram to fight against the purple-clothed female cultivator in Dongxu Mountain, so he knew that it was his master who came to the rescue.

He bowed deeply towards the sky, but the Duyun Boat did not slow down and continued to fly out of the battlefield.

At this moment, an old voice came into Chen Yuan's ears: "Haha, my friend, please wait, I am here to lend you a hand!"

(End of this chapter)