Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The four people who were besieging Lu Gui were like being hit by an invisible hammer. They flew backwards, their magical powers were shattered, and their magic weapons were shaking.

Chen Yuan and Wang Lin, who had been fighting fiercely, separated immediately, and Wei Changhong and the Tianji Sect's mid-stage Jindan cultivator also stopped.

The sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles suddenly became quiet, as if a giant hand pressed down from the sky, calming all the waves.

In the face of this overwhelming pressure, no one dared to act rashly.

Lu Gui put down his hands, his pupils suddenly turned blue, and his whole temperament changed drastically, becoming calm and indifferent.

He raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the sea, which had been frozen like a mirror, came back to life, raising huge waves, as if expressing its reluctance and anger at being suppressed.

Lu Gui looked around, his eyes stayed on Chen Yuan and Wang Lin for a long time, and finally landed on Jing Shuhan: "What a lively scene, you have the aura of Ji Laogui, who is he to you?"

His voice was completely different from before, becoming gentle and low.

Jing Shuhan's magical power was broken and he suffered backlash. His face turned pale and his already rosy lips became even brighter, as if stained with blood.

When she heard what Lu Gui said, she pursed her lips and bowed: "Junior Shu Han, I am practicing Taoism under Master Ji, and I am here to meet Senior Yuntian."

Lu Gui nodded slightly: "Sure enough, he is Ji Laogui's disciple."

After Lv Gui's temperament changed drastically, Wei Changhong had been staring at him. At this moment, he no longer hesitated and bowed deeply to Lv Gui: "Disciple Wei Changhong, I pay my respects to the Grand Elder!"

When Mr. Song Shi heard this, his heart skipped a beat. A legendary magical power emerged in his mind, and he blurted out, "The art of summoning spirits?"

Lu Gui glanced at him, as if he was quite surprised: "You actually know the art of summoning spirits. Confucian monks are indeed well-informed."

Mr. Songshi looked frightened, with cold sweat on his forehead, and he quietly retreated.

Ancestor Yuntian, the supreme elder of Zhenhai Sect, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, is a powerful figure in Yuqing Sea!

This art of summoning spirits is an extremely unique magical power that can only be performed by cultivators above the Jindan stage.

After a cultivator has cultivated this kind of magical power, the Nascent Soul cultivator will separate a wisp of his soul and attach it to the cultivator's body.

After the cultivator has performed the spell, a Nascent Soul cultivator can then descend in his body.

Lu Gui originally had the cultivation base of the peak of the Jindan stage. After performing the art of summoning spirits, Patriarch Yuntian's strength approached that of the early Yuanying stage, far surpassing all the cultivators present.

The three Tianji Sect mid-stage Jindan cultivators looked at this renowned Yuanying master, no longer indifferent as before, their faces were filled with fear.

Wang Lin, however, had an indifferent look, as if he was not intimidated by his reputation at all, and was not worried about dying in his hands at all.

Chen Yuan's expression was solemn, and his hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the thought of running away kept arising, but he kept suppressing it.

The instinct in his soul was reminding him frantically that he must escape from here immediately, but he didn't dare to make any move.

After the arrival of Patriarch Yuntian, a powerful pressure has been pressing on him.

Chen Yuan believed that as long as he made the slightest movement, Patriarch Yuntian would immediately attack him.

Chen Yuan didn't know how he had provoked this powerful Yuanying realm master, so he could only stay where he was. Guess after guess emerged in his mind, but was quickly rejected.

When he saw that Lu Gui was not panicked at all when the Tianji Sect’s people attacked him, he knew that Lu Gui must have a trump card.

But what he didn't know was that Lu Gui's trump card was so powerful.

Since he has such means, he can definitely snatch the Golden Scale Fruit by himself, so why does he invite others to join forces?
Suddenly, Chen Yuan recalled the scene when Lu Gui invited him to join forces, and looked at Mr. Song Shi again. An idea rose from the bottom of his heart, and his expression slowly calmed down. He knew that Patriarch Yuntian would never kill him.

……

Patriarch Yuntian didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. He looked at Jing Shuhan and said gently, "Young friend, please ask Ji Laogui to come out. Since you have his aura, I believe he has also planted the art of summoning spirits in you."

Jing Shuhan said: "Senior Yuntian has a keen eye. Please wait for a moment. I will invite Master to come."

She raised her hand and made hand gestures, and a powerful aura emanated from her body, but it was much weaker than the pressure from Patriarch Yuntian.

Patriarch Yuntian frowned slightly, raised his sleeves and flicked them to calm the pressure.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yuntian, how are you?"

After performing the art of summoning spirits, two clusters of faint ghostly fire ignited in Jing Shuhan's beautiful eyes. She stared at Patriarch Yuntian with an old and hoarse voice, as if an old man in his twilight years was whispering to himself.

But after hearing this eerie voice, the three Tianji Sect monks all breathed a sigh of relief, bowed deeply, and said in unison: "Greetings, Grand Elder!"

Mr. Song Shi felt as if he had been pardoned and quietly retreated behind Ji Laogui.

Wang Lin bowed slightly to Ji Laogui and said, "Disciple greets Master."

Patriarch Yuntian glanced at Wang Lin and said, "Old Ji, you have accepted a good disciple. Such a talented and beautiful person actually fell into your hands."

Old Ghost Ji chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "Haha, Brother Yuntian, you are joking. The aura of that white-haired young man is strange. He must have refined an extremely powerful monster bloodline. He is much stronger than this inferior disciple of mine."

"But there is one thing I don't understand. Fellow Daoist Yuntian is already strong enough, so why do you want to train such a disciple? Isn't this redundant?"

Patriarch Yuntian said calmly: "One more method means one more chance of success."

The ghost fire in Ji Laogui's eyes grew even brighter: "It seems that Daoist Yuntian is determined to win this time. Could it be that Zhenhai Sect is going to send out all its forces?"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry about this."

Ji Laogui stared at Patriarch Yuntian, with two ghostly lights flashing in his eyes. He was silent for a while before saying, "Since Daoist Yuntian doesn't want to talk about it, I'll take my leave. We'll see each other again in two years."

"You can leave if you want, but you, my disciple, stay." Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and pointed at Wang Lin.

Ji Laogui said coldly: "Impossible, I have spent all my efforts to train him to this level, not to make wedding clothes for you!"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Old Ghost Ji, you don't seem to understand the situation clearly."

"The person you possessed is only at the early stage of Jindan, while Lu Gui is at the peak of Jindan. You are no match for me."

Ji Laogui was not moved at all: "I am indeed no match for you, fellow Taoist, but when you and I fight, this white-haired young man will not be able to escape death."

"Fellow Daoist, you have trained him to this point, and he is about to bear fruit. If you are willing to let all your hard work go to waste, then I will accompany you to the end."

"You dare to threaten me?" Patriarch Yuntian's tone was calm, but murderous intent was hidden in his eyes.

Ji Laogui laughed and said, "My cultivation is one level lower than that of Daoist Yuntian, how dare I threaten you."

"But I don't think you would want to see a situation where both sides suffer losses."

"Why don't we both take a step back and call it quits? What do you think, fellow Taoist?" (End of this chapter)