Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

A month later, Chen Yuan, who was sitting upright on the mat, suddenly opened his eyes. His black hair turned snow-white and danced without wind. A thin layer of white flames appeared on his hands, as if he was wearing a pair of flaming gloves.

He raised his hands, put them in front of his eyes, looked at them carefully, and a smile appeared on his face.

He finally completely refined that trace of Zhu Yan's true blood, and the Zhu Yan's true blood in his body became much purer.

This thin flame glove is the best proof.

Before, Chen Yuan could only let Zhu Yan's true fire burn, wasting his true energy in vain.

Now he can control the power of true fire and use it to attack the enemy more easily.

The time required to stimulate Zhu Yan's true blood was also extended to three hundred breaths.

Stimulating true blood is like boiling a pot of water. True blood is the water, and true essence is the firewood. The purer the true blood, the richer the true essence, and the longer it will last.

After Chen Yuan's cultivation reached the middle stage of Jindan, the time to stimulate true blood was extended to two hundred breaths. Now that he had refined this trace of Zhu Yan's true blood, the time was extended by another one hundred breaths.

One breath is similar to one second in Chen Yuan's previous life. Three hundred breaths is nearly half a quarter of an hour, which is enough to sustain a high-intensity fight.

In addition, Chen Yuan's physical body has also been strengthened a lot, and he is closer to breaking through the bottleneck. Without stimulating true blood, his strength has reached 700,000 pounds.

After stimulating the true blood, it can be completely comparable to a seventh-level monster. Its strength exceeds one million pounds. Even the king of monsters is no more than this.

The power of Zhu Yan's True Fire has also increased a lot. Chen Yuan has not tested it yet, but he speculates that it can even threaten Nascent Soul cultivators.

The only pity is that Zhu Yan's True Fire cannot be used outside the body. He can only grab the opponent's magic weapon, follow the spiritual consciousness, or directly hit the opponent to burn his soul.

However, he has upgraded Ice Illusion to a magic weapon, so he doesn't have to worry about being hurt by the opponent's magic weapon.

Moreover, the opponent will not be able to guard against Zhu Yan's True Fire, and under such circumstances, cultivators of the same level will not be able to survive more than a few rounds.

Even most of the cultivators in the late Jindan stage could not match him.

Perhaps only a few extremely powerful cultivators and the royal families of monsters with extremely pure bloodlines can fight against him.

This is the horror of "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit". After Chen Yuan completed the first transformation, his strength was comparable to that of the True Spirit descendants of the same level.

He smiled with satisfaction, his white hair returned to its original state, and the Zhuyan True Fire that wrapped around his hands slowly dissipated.

Then he raised his hand and the Feiyun Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sword sound.

As soon as he let go, the Feiyun Sword shuttled back and forth like a swimming fish, turning smoothly and freely, and the sword light was everywhere in the training room.

If other cultivators saw this scene, they would be extremely surprised.

Chen Yuan had only had the sword for a month, and after such a short period of time, he was able to wield it as if it were his own arm. This was simply unheard of.

The restrictions in magic weapons are very complicated. When a cultivator obtains a new magic weapon, he needs to nurture it for at least a few months, and constantly infuse it with his spiritual consciousness and true essence. Only then can he leave his own spiritual mark in the magic weapon and use it in battles.

If you want to unleash its full power, you have to nurture it in your dantian for a year before you can fully control this magic weapon.

But Chen Yuan used the Zhuyan True Fire to completely burn away the remaining spiritual imprint in the magic weapon, leaving behind his own spiritual imprint.

Then use pure true energy to warm and nourish it from time to time, which greatly shortens the time of warming and nourishing the magic weapon.

The Zhuyan True Fire not only made Chen Yuan much stronger than the cultivators of the same level, but even the speed at which he could sacrifice and refine magic weapons was far beyond the imagination of others.

In the most extreme cases, he could even use a magic weapon for his own benefit in just a few days.

Chen Yuan flew the Feiyun Sword back and forth, and after making sure there was no problem, he put it into his Dantian and nurtured it with his true energy.

In addition to the material, the nourishment of true essence is also very important in determining the power of a magic weapon.

An ordinary low-level magic weapon, after hundreds of years of nurturing, will be no less powerful than a top-notch low-level magic weapon.

However, the nourishment of a magic weapon cannot be accumulated. Once a magic weapon that has been nourished for a long time changes its owner, it has to be nourished all over again, and its power will be greatly reduced.

After Chen Yuan put away the Feiyun Sword, he took out a jade bottle, tilted it slightly, poured out a sixth-level Yaoyuan Pill, swallowed it, closed his eyes and meditated.

He still had a few Yao Yuan Dan in his hand. Now there was still some time before he entered the Ten Thousand Demon Sea, so he could use them to improve his cultivation and extend the time for stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood.

……

Time passed quickly. Half a year later, Chen Yuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, received a sound transmission note and woke up from his meditation.

The sixth-level demon essence pill had been used up three months ago. In the past three months, he could only use high-quality spirit stones to practice. His cultivation level had increased slightly, but he was still in the initial middle stage.

He stood up and walked out of the training room, raised his hand and took the sound transmission note into his hand.

When his spiritual consciousness probed inside, he heard Wei Changhong's voice in his ears, saying that Lu Gui was visiting and invited him to a gathering tomorrow.

After Wei Changhong finished speaking, the sound transmission note spontaneously combusted without any fire and turned into ashes.

Chen Yuan frowned, took out a new sound transmission talisman, put it to his lips, and said a few words silently.

He raised his hand and threw it, and the sound transmission note turned into a stream of light, passed through the formation curtain, and flew out. In the past six months, in addition to his cultivation, he would meet with Wei Changhong from time to time to discuss the mysteries of the Tao and exchange their cultivation experiences.

Wei Changhong is an elder of the Zhenhai Sect, with a strict inheritance. In the sect, he often listens to the sermons of Nascent Soul cultivators, and occasionally there are brilliant words from them, which benefit Chen Yuan a lot.

But this time Wei Changhong invited him because Lu Gui was coming to visit.

There are still two months left before we set off for the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters. Could something have changed?
After sending out the sound transmission talisman, Chen Yuan returned to the practice room to continue meditating, recovering the true energy that had been consumed by the starlight infusion last night.

The next morning, Chen Yuan arrived at Wei Changhong's residence as scheduled.

Lu Gui was sitting opposite Wei Changhong. Next to him was a middle-aged scholar wearing a blue shirt and a turban on his head, and had a thin appearance.

Chen Yuan bowed and said, "Friend Lu Daoyou, long time no see. This is..."

Lu Gui said: "This is Mr. Song Shi, he has profound cultivation and is only one step away from the late stage of Jindan. His Confucian skills are exquisite and unpredictable. He was invited by me to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters with us."

The middle-aged scholar bowed and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, you are too kind. I am stuck at the bottleneck of the late stage and can't move forward. I am just a sour scholar."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I have long heard of your great name."

"Physical cultivators are rare in Yuqing Sea. Daoist Fellow Chen is definitely much stronger than me. I will need your help in this trip to the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said, "Fellow Daoist Songshi, you are joking. I just broke through the bottleneck of the middle stage a few years ago. My cultivation is shallow, and I only have brute force. The golden-winged eagle is very good at flying and escaping. I still have to rely on the three Daoists."

Wei Changhong laughed: "You two fellow Taoists should stop flattering each other. We don't even know where the Golden Scale Fruit is. This trip is just to fight. Everything depends on Brother Lu's arrangements."

The three of them looked at Lu Gui together, and he said, "Mr. Song Shi and I came here today to meet up with the two Taoist friends and enter the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters together."

Chen Yuan looked surprised. At that time, Lu Gui had agreed with him a period of one year, but now only ten months had passed and he was about to set out into the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, which caught him off guard.

Wei Changhong frowned and asked, "Are we going to enter the Sea of ​​Monsters now?"

Lu Gui said: "The plan has changed. Mr. Song Shi wants to enter Jueling Island. He needs time to prepare. We can't delay. We have to leave early."

"It's just two months in advance. It shouldn't cause any inconvenience to you two fellow Taoists, right?"

Wei Changhong looked at Mr. Song Shi in surprise: "Do you have the Tongtian Order in your hand?"

Mr. Songshi smiled and said, "I got it by chance in my early years."

Wei Changhong's eyes flashed with envy: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Songshi. As long as you enter Jueling Island, you can get at least one treasure. If you are lucky, you can even get a thousand-year-old elixir."

Mr. Songshi waved his hand and said, "Jueling Island has been open for so many years, and the truly valuable treasures have long been taken away. As long as I can get a magic weapon, I will be satisfied, but I dare not compete with others."

Wei Changhong nodded: "Since Fellow Daoist Songshi wants to enter Jueling Island, there is indeed no time to delay. I have no objection. Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Yuan looked at Mr. Song Shi and smiled, "Mr. Chen has no objection either."

Lu Gui said: "Since the two Taoist friends have no objection, how about we set off in three days?"

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong agreed, and the four of them discussed the details until it was getting dark, when Lu Gui and Mr. Song Shi said goodbye and left.

Chen Yuan stayed at Wei Changhong's residence and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wei, do you know the details of Mr. Song Shi?"

Wei Changhong shook his head slightly: "This is the first time I've heard of this person, but according to Brother Lu, he and this person have been friends for many years and have a deep friendship. Since he can be praised by Brother Lu, his strength should be strong."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Anyone who can obtain the Tongtian Order must not be underestimated. This trip to the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters will give us a better chance of success."

Wei Changhong smiled and said, "No matter how powerful the golden-feathered eagle is, it is only a level seven monster. If the four of us join forces, we will definitely be able to defeat it."

Chen Yuan nodded in agreement, said a few more words to Wei Changhong, then stood up and said goodbye.

Three days later, Chen Yuan and his four companions left the Blood Island and flew towards the depths of the Ink Sea under the guidance of Lu Gui.

……

On a deserted island a hundred miles away from Blood Island, several monks gathered together.

The leader was dressed in black, had a tough face and a sturdy build, with long hair simply tied behind his back, fluttering in the sea breeze, looking wild and unrestrained.

Beside him stood a female cultivator, dressed in plain white clothes, with a slender figure, skin whiter than snow, eyebrows as light as smoke, and a pair of clear eyes that were bright and lively.

Behind the two men, there were three monks in different clothes with indifferent expressions.

The black-robed monk said in a deep voice, "Have they set off?"

"Not bad." The female cultivator's voice was clear and moving.

The black-robed monk slowly rose into the air: "It's time for us to get going."

The other four people followed in their wake. (End of this chapter)