Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 315: True Demonic Qi
Chen Yuan suddenly realized, "Then how can I help you and seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine?"

Patriarch Yuntian said: "The Fulong Chizhen vine is in a secret space. Every time the Jueling Island is opened, there will be Nascent Soul cultivators snatching it."

"Old Ghost Ji is about to reach the end of his life, just like me. Taoist Yunhe is also over 800 years old. He probably came to Jueling Island for this purpose."

“That secret place is quite strange. It is covered with yellow sand for thousands of miles, and there is a dead silence. It is filled with a strange and evil aura. When a cultivator enters it, his true essence consumption increases greatly, while his magical power decreases greatly.”

"But you are a physical cultivator, mainly focusing on your physical body. If you are affected by the demonic energy, your physical body will be weakened a lot, so I need you to help me."

"In that case, I will have to fight against two Nascent Soul cultivators?" Chen Yuan showed a look of horror on his face.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Don't worry, my friend. In the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will have his strength greatly weakened."

"Given your strength, it won't be easy to win, but you won't be defeated easily either."

"Besides, the Fulong Chizhen Vine is what I need, so how can I let you take the greatest risk?"

"I will stop those Nascent Soul cultivators. You only need to pick the Fulong Chizhen vine at the end."

"Of course, that old ghost Ji spent a lot of effort to train a Wang Lin, and Taoist Yunhe may have other means. This requires you to deal with it on your own."

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and responded respectfully: "Senior, you have been thoughtful, but I have judged you with my own mean mind. I hope you will forgive me."

Patriarch Yuntian said gently: "It's okay. I left a restriction in your body. It's normal for you to have doubts."

"But you have to understand, my friend. My life span is almost over and I am going to die soon. I must get the Fulong Chizhen Vine, so I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

“As long as you can help me get this item, everything will be fine. I will never treat you unfairly. No matter if it’s magic weapons, elixirs, magical powers or secret methods, as long as you ask, I will never refuse. But if I don’t get the Fulong Chizhen Vine…”

Chen Yuan's expression became serious: "Please rest assured, senior. I will do my best!"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled slightly and said, "That's great. My friend, please wait on the side. After the Tongming Palace is opened, we will immediately go to the Huangsha Secret Realm to seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

"Yes!" Chen Yuan bowed, turned around and walked a few feet away, then sat cross-legged not far from Ancestor Yuntian.

The invisible barrier that had just restricted his consciousness to within three feet around him had now quietly dissipated.

Taoist Yunhe and Shen Yi looked at Chen Yuan deeply and then retracted their gazes. The other three Jindan cultivators saw that he was so close to Patriarch Yuntian, and their eyes became more serious when they looked at him.

Chen Yuan didn't care at all. He closed his eyes and meditated with a calm expression, recalling the words of Ancestor Yuntian in his heart.

What he said was almost exactly the same as what Jing Shuhan said, with only one difference, which was that he did not mention that when the Fulong Chizhen vine was picked, the strange evil spirit would invade the body.

Nine of the stories were true and one was false. If Chen Yuan had not learned the truth from Jing Shuhan in advance, he would have been deceived.

Of course, he actually didn't know who was telling the truth and who was lying between Patriarch Yuntian and Jing Shuhan.

But Chen Yuan would never trust someone who left a ban in his body.

……

Looking down at the Demon Plain from a height of thousands of feet, all you can see is endless black fog covering the plain.

The outermost black fog was very thin. From the outside to the inside, the black fog became thicker and thicker, gradually covering the earth.

Only the area where the thirty-six altars were located was not covered by the black mist.

However, these thirty-six altars can only remove the demonic energy within a hundred feet, which is extremely small compared to the demonic field shrouded by black mist.

They are like thirty-six needles nailed on the endless devil field. They are extremely inconspicuous, but they retain a ray of light in this world full of demonic energy.

But at the core of the Demonic Plain, there is no altar.

The demonic energy here is the most dense, covering an area of ​​ten thousand miles, and can only be seen ten feet away at most.

A level seven magic tiger with red eyes was chasing a level six magic leopard, one in front and one behind, into the magic fog.

The two monsters only ran for a few miles before they suddenly let out a shrill scream and their bodies exploded abruptly, stirring up billowing demonic energy that swirled through their remains.

After a moment, the flesh, blood and magic cores of the two monsters melted into the magic mist, and everything returned to calm.

After an unknown amount of time, a cultivator flew over from a distance, followed the path that the magic tiger chased the magic leopard, and slowly flew into the magic fog.

The man looked to be about forty years old, wearing a black robe with a hideous white skeleton embroidered on the corner of his robe. His body was covered with a layer of pale aura that kept the evil spirit out.

If any Yuqinghai cultivator saw this person, he would surely be scared out of his wits. He turned out to be Wen Qingxiang, the leader of the Hailing Sect and a giant of the Yuqinghai magic world.

Wen Qingxiang's cultivation was only at the early Nascent Soul stage. Not to mention compared with Tianjizi, the leader of the Tianji Sect and the only remaining great cultivator in Yuqinghai, he was even inferior to Ji Laogui, who was at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.

But he was extremely cruel, and cultivated a magical power called the White Bone Yin Soldiers. He was very fond of killing low-level cultivators and using their bones to make white bone soldiers. His notoriety spread far and wide throughout the entire Yuqing Sea. However, he acted with great discretion and never provoked the three major sects and their affiliated forces. He only slaughtered small sects and immortal cultivation families without backing, and did not make enemies with cultivators of the same level.

Over the years, few other Nascent Soul cultivators have bothered Wen Qingxiang, but his notoriety has grown day by day. In the eyes of low-level cultivators, he is even more terrifying than the Nascent Soul demon cultivators of the Tianji Sect.

But at this moment, this giant of the evil ways was completely devoid of his usual cruelty and coldness. He had a serious expression and flew slowly forward.

On the palm of his left hand hung a jade brick about a foot in size. The surface was delicate and white, engraved with brilliant lightning patterns. At this moment, it was stained with a layer of faint black light, flickering unsteadily, with a sinister demonic aura, and looked extremely strange.

As Wen Qingxiang flew forward, the black light on the surface of the jade brick became brighter and brighter, gradually covering the thunder pattern.

Wen Qingxiang showed a look of joy and could not help but speed up his escape. Before he knew it, he had already penetrated thousands of miles deep into the magic fog.

At this time, the jade brick had completely turned black, with demonic energy lingering around it. It flew forward another hundred feet, and a ruined altar came into view.

Wen Qingxiang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his escape speed increased suddenly. He arrived in front of the altar and lowered his escape light.

This altar, like the thirty-six altars scattered across the Demonic Plain, was built of huge white stones, but it was only a few feet high.

A smooth cut was left at an angle on the altar base, with broken white boulders scattered around.

On the surface of several of the boulders, you can still vaguely see the groove lines of the teleportation array.

The middle of the altar was hollow, and from the mouth of a well, which was about ten feet in size, billowing demonic energy emerged. It was as black as ink, and the surrounding demonic mist seemed lighter in color compared to it.

"It is indeed the true devil's aura!" Wen Qingxiang laughed and came to the wellhead.

The well was pitch black and bottomless. Endless demonic energy slowly gushed out in the shape of a column of smoke, rising thousands of feet high before slowly dissipating and merging into the demonic fog.

Wen Qingxiang raised his hand and a yellow gourd appeared out of thin air. He pinched his left hand and a light flashed at the mouth of the gourd. The suction force was so strong that half of the evil energy gushing out of the well flowed into the yellow gourd.

At the same time, Wen Qingxiang put the jade brick into the mustard seed ring, sat down cross-legged, and couldn't wait to practice his skills. Another stream of the demonic energy that emerged from the well was absorbed into his body.

A quarter of an hour later, he successfully refined a wisp of true demonic energy, and his cultivation level was greatly improved, equivalent to several months of hard training.

Wen Qingxiang was delighted. This was extremely pure true devil energy, and it was the best panacea for devil practitioners.

As long as he practices here for a period of time, he will be able to push his cultivation to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, and his foundation will be extremely solid without any hidden dangers.

There was less than a month left before the two-month trial period. Wen Qingxiang felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and he immediately calmed down and continued to practice.

A day passed quickly, and Wen Qingxiang was immersed in the pleasure of rapidly improving his cultivation. He put all his effort into refining the true devil's energy, but he also did not forget to spread out his spiritual sense and be alert to his surroundings.

In the thick demonic energy, his spiritual sense could only cover an area within five miles around him, which was not as good as that of an early stage Jindan cultivator.

The magic fog was very peaceful. There were no traces of magic beasts, nor any other cultivators or monsters, but Wen Qingxiang did not slack off at all.

He had a reputation for being cruel and bloodthirsty, but he had been able to roam the Yuqing Sea for hundreds of years, relying on his caution.

Every time before taking action against a small sect or immortal cultivation family, he would carefully investigate their background.

Whenever Wen Qingxiang had anything to do with the three major sects or medium-sized sects, he would immediately change his target and never act rashly.

But at this moment, a giant claw stretched out from the magic mist and fell to the ground.

Wen Qingxiang was suddenly startled, and immediately stopped practicing, stood up, and turned to look over.

A huge figure slowly walked out of the magic fog.

This is a black lion, about ten feet tall, as big as a small mountain, with black mane, a black tail, and even its claws are black, but its eyes are the only thing that are a rich scarlet red.

Wen Qingxiang was completely unaware of the existence of the black lion until it came within ten feet of him.

His face looked extremely ugly. He raised his hand to recall the yellow gourd, then flashed back.

At the same time, he raised his hand and made a gesture. A bulging brocade bag on his waist flashed with light, and densely packed white skeleton soldiers appeared out of thin air. There were a total of 123 of them, with two faint ghost lights flashing in their eyes. They rushed towards the black lion and opened their mouths to bite it.

These bone soldiers were at least foundation-building cultivators in their previous lives. Among them, there were thirty-seven bone soldiers with powerful auras, who were Jindan cultivators in their previous lives.

This was Wen Qingxiang's trump card. The black lion appeared so strangely that he did not dare to hold back at all and used it immediately.

"Intruders, die..."

A dull sound like thunder came from the black lion's mouth, and it suddenly raised its claws and swung them, moving as fast as lightning.

Wen Qingxiang, who was retreating, trembled violently, and three claw marks suddenly appeared on his body. He was split into three parts, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!
(End of this chapter)