Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, looking embarrassed: "I only have one Qingyuan Pill, which I have already taken..."

Qingyuan Pill is made with eight hundred year old spiritual herbs as the main ingredient, and its value is comparable to that of pills in the late stage of Jindan.

He got a total of three Qingyuan Pills from Lu Gui and packed them in three jade bottles. He had taken one pill before, so there were two left, but Patriarch Yuntian didn't know about it.

This kind of elixir is hard to come by, so how could Chen Yuan use it all here? Anyway, he is not the one who is craving for the Fulong Chizhen vine.

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Yuntian frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Please wait a moment, senior..." Chen Yuan smiled embarrassedly, closed his eyes and continued to meditate and practice.

Patriarch Yuntian hesitated for a moment, raised his left hand, and a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm. It slowly flew towards Chen Yuan and said, "Wait a minute, my friend Chen. There are three drops of hundred-year-old spiritual milk in this bottle, which can help you recover your true essence."

Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes lit up, he took the jade bottle with both hands, opened it and saw three drops of milky white spiritual liquid inside, clearly separated, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Thank you for the reward, senior!" Chen Yuan bowed and poured a drop of milky white spiritual liquid into his mouth.

The spiritual liquid entered the stomach and turned into a huge stream of spiritual energy, pure and gentle, like a surging river, but not wild at all. It rushed through the meridians and merged into the dantian. The remaining 50% of the true energy sea immediately became full.

The true energy in Chen Yuan's body was not completely consumed at all. He just acted like this in order to confuse Patriarch Yuntian.

This drop of milky white spiritual liquid actually restored 50% of his true essence in an instant, with a small amount of spiritual energy still remaining, which merged into the already full sea of ​​true essence, and even improved his cultivation a little.

Chen Yuan stood up, put the remaining two drops of spiritual liquid and the cushion into the mustard seed ring, and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being a hundred-year spiritual milk. My true essence has been fully restored. Let's set off now."

When Patriarch Yuntian saw Chen Yuan's actions, his face darkened slightly, and he said calmly: "Another three hundred miles is where the Fulong Red True Vine is. You won't need to fly then, and the consumption of your true essence will be less. My friend, you must make good use of these two drops of Hundred Years Spiritual Milk, and don't waste them."

"Yes." Chen Yuan responded, riding on a beam of light and coming to the side of Ancestor Yuntian.

The Hundred-Year Spiritual Milk is an extremely precious treasure. A large spiritual vein can only condense one drop every hundred years. It is the essence of the spiritual vein and can instantly restore the true essence of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

Only the three major sects in Yuqing Sea can produce such treasures.

This thing is extremely useful to Chen Yuan. After he stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, his true energy was consumed very quickly. With these two drops of hundred-year-old spiritual milk, he can last longer.

The only drawback is that although Chen Yuan's cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, his level of strength and purity is even higher than that of the late-stage cultivators. One drop of the Hundred Years Spirit Milk can only restore 90% of his true essence.

For a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator like Patriarch Yuntian, the Hundred-Year-Old Spiritual Milk is of little use.

However, after a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage takes it, he can instantly recover 10% to 20% of his true essence, which is very useful at the critical moment. It is equivalent to a top-grade spiritual material.

Patriarch Yuntian gave it away just like that, feeling a little reluctant.

According to his original intention, he only wanted to give Chen Yuan one drop of the Hundred Years Spirit Milk, and take the remaining two drops back.

But Chen Yuan had already put the jade bottle into the mustard seed ring. As a senior Yuanying stage master and had a request to Chen Yuan, he naturally could not ask for it again, but he made a note of the matter.

I will make plans after I get the Fulong Chizhen Teng.

The two of them continued flying without stopping, and after running for more than 300 miles, they finally stopped.

The Yellow Sand Secret Realm is desolate and without any living creatures. There is only strange evil spirit and endless desert that permeates the world.

But in the core of the desert, a thousand-foot-high peak rises from the ground, like a pillar supporting the sky of this world.

This is a solitary peak, no more than a hundred feet in circumference, surrounded by steep cliffs that reach straight into the sky.

The closer you get to the peak, the stronger the invisible evil spirit becomes.

Fortunately, the consumption of true energy was greatly reduced after he stopped flying, otherwise Chen Yuan would have exhausted his true energy in less than half an hour.

His eyesight was excellent. Even from a few miles away, he could see that at the top of the mountain, there was no grass growing, but there was a tall pine tree with a red vine clinging to it. It looked like a real dragon and was very lifelike.

The Fulong Chizhen Vine was right at the top of the mountain, but Patriarch Yuntian stopped in front of the solitary peak.

The reason was simple. A beam of light flew from the left side of the solitary peak and stopped a hundred feet away from Ancestor Yuntian, revealing the figure of Taoist Yunhe.

He glanced at the red vines on the top of the peak, then at Chen Yuan, and bowed to Patriarch Yuntian: "Daoist Yuntian brought a junior with him, and he actually came so quickly. I admire you."

Patriarch Yuntian said calmly: "You are not slow in coming, but I am a little surprised that you are so confident that you come here alone to fight for the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

"Haha, this young man is a physical cultivator, right?" Taoist Yunhe glanced at Chen Yuan again and said with a smile, "I don't have the luck of you and Old Ghost Ji to cultivate two physical cultivators without any notice. I have to find another way."

He raised his sleeves and suddenly two monsters appeared beside him, a wolf and a leopard, about ten feet in size, with ferocious faces.

Chen Yuan was shocked. Aren't the demons unable to enter the Yellow Sand Secret Realm? Where did these two demon beasts come from?

Patriarch Yuntian's expression changed slightly. He stared at the two monsters for a while, and suddenly laughed, "So they are two puppets. Daoist friend, you have great skills. These two beast puppets are almost indistinguishable from the real ones. Even I almost made a mistake."

After hearing this, Chen Yuan looked at the two monsters carefully again and finally saw some clues.

The two beasts looked ferocious, but they did not emit any aura, and they did not look like living creatures. Their eyes were pure white, hollow and dull, and they were actually two jade beads embedded in them. Taoist Yunhe smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, you have good eyesight. I have searched for these two beast puppets after traveling half of the Nine Immortal Continent. I wonder which one is better than the one next to you."

He raised his hand and waved, two spirit stones flew out, and the two beast puppets opened their mouths to swallow them. Their empty eyeballs suddenly lit up, and they howled towards the sky. Their aura spread out, which was actually one level higher than that of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Yuntian narrowed his eyes and said, "Top-grade spiritual stones? Daoist friend, you are willing to spend the money!"

Taoist Yunhe stopped smiling and said calmly, "I will not live more than a hundred years. I have no hope of reaching the late Nascent Soul stage. Without the Fulong Red True Vine, I will soon turn into a pile of yellow earth. I will just give up this mere top-grade spirit stone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two beast puppets stared at Ancestor Yuntian, let out low roars, and arched their bodies as if they were about to rush out at the next moment.

Patriarch Yuntian didn't even look at the two beast puppets, and said calmly: "I can't match your courage, but Old Ghost Ji hasn't arrived yet. If you and I fight now, won't he be the one who takes advantage? Or are you sure you can take me down in no time?"

Taoist Yunhe glanced at Chen Yuan and said calmly, "I naturally don't have such extravagant hopes, but this young man beside me has only the cultivation base of the middle stage of Jindan, and he dares to enter the Yellow Sand Secret Realm. I wonder if he can stop these two beast puppets of mine? Go!"

He shouted softly, and a wolf and a leopard suddenly jumped out and pounced on Chen Yuan.

He raised his hand and a wooden sword appeared out of thin air. After a flash, a thunderclap sounded in the void, and then a green arc of electricity flew out from the tip of the sword and struck towards Ancestor Yuntian.

This electric arc was about several feet long and as thick as a child's arm. It was extremely fast and arrived first. The two beast puppets had just pounced halfway when the green electric arc arrived above the head of Ancestor Yuntian.

Patriarch Yuntian was calm and unhurried. He raised his hand and an ice crystal shield appeared in front of him. The green electric arc struck the shield with a crackling sound. The ice crystal shield simply sank, but the surface remained intact.

"A lightning-struck jujube wood that's three thousand years old? Fellow Daoist, you have quite a few treasures in your hands. You just need to nurture it carefully, and the Righteous Alliance will have another high-level magic weapon in the future." Patriarch Yuntian looked at the wooden sword with a surprised expression.

Taoist Yunhe said calmly: "This small ice crystal shield of yours is also quite good. It is a bit of a waste to refine such a large piece of black ice marrow into only a mid-level magic weapon."

As they were talking, the two men kept moving their hands. Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and made a hand gesture, condensing a water dragon that was more than ten meters long and pounced towards Taoist Yunhe.

Taoist Yunhe pointed his finger, and the wooden sword shook again. A green electric arc that was much thicker than the previous one flew out and hit the water dragon, destroying both of them.

The two were cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Their natal magic weapons had been nurtured for hundreds of years, and had been refined with top-grade and even top-grade spiritual materials several times. They were full of spirituality and had long been refined into high-level magic weapons.

But what they were offering at this moment were only mid-level magic weapons, all because of the erosion of invisible evil spirits. If they used high-level magic weapons against the enemy, the loss of true energy would be too great, and the power would be greatly reduced, which would not be worth the loss.

Not only that, the two of them did not even dare to use their best magical powers easily, for fear of wasting too much true energy and giving the other party an opportunity to take advantage.

This is why they all used mid-level magic weapons to fight the enemy, and the magical powers they displayed were also the ones they used when they were forming the elixir in the past.

Both of them are cultivators in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and their true essence is far purer than that of Jindan cultivators.

Under the erosion of demonic energy, the power of mid-level magic weapons and Jindan magical powers is only slightly reduced compared to Yuanying magical powers and high-level magic weapons, but the consumption of true essence is greatly reduced, which is the most cost-effective.

Patriarch Yuntian and Taoist Yunhe fought twice and were evenly matched. Knowing that it was impossible to defeat the opponent in a short time, they patiently maneuvered.

On the other side, two beast puppets had already pounced in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan immediately displayed his nameless magical power, his body grew to about ten feet tall, and turned silver-white, and he went forward to meet the enemy.

Taoist Yunhe was confident, as these two beast puppets were ancient objects that he had obtained with great difficulty. They were extremely powerful and were not affected by demonic energy. A mere mid-stage Jindan cultivator, even a physical cultivator, would not be their match.

Patriarch Yuntian had a solemn expression on his face. He had seen Chen Yuan's methods before, but these two beast puppets were powered by top-grade spirit stones and had amazing momentum. Chen Yuan would probably suffer a loss if he fought one against two.

But Taoist Yunhe was watching closely, and the green arcs of electricity emitted by the wooden sword in front of him were authentic Yi Mu divine thunders, with great power.

Although Patriarch Yuntian seemed calm and composed, he actually did not dare to be careless at all and was concentrating on dealing with Taoist Yunhe.

If he were to spare a hand to help Chen Yuan, Taoist Yunhe would immediately use drastic measures.

Just when Patriarch Yuntian was worried, his eyes suddenly lit up and he turned his head to look into the distance.

Taoist Yunhe frowned, raised his hand and waved it. The two beast puppets, which were only a few feet away from Chen Yuan, suddenly stopped, turned around and flew back.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but he did not chase after them. He just stopped where he was and looked at the two beast puppets warily.

After a while, a black light flew from a distance and stopped in front of the two Nascent Soul cultivators.

Patriarch Yuntian and Taoist Yunhe stopped at the same time. Taoist Yunhe recalled the wooden sword. Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and waved, and a water dragon that had just condensed slowly dissipated.

The escaping light faded away, revealing the figures of Ji Laogui, Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan. The three of them were standing on a huge black boat that was ten feet long.

Chen Yuan felt relieved and his body returned to its original state. Although the use of his nameless magical power did not consume much true energy, it should not be underestimated under the erosion of invisible demonic energy. Every bit saved counts.

Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan flew down from the giant boat. Ji Laogui raised his hand and put away the black giant boat, his face slightly pale.

A jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand. He poured the bottle into his mouth and three drops of milky white spiritual liquid fell one after another. It was the hundred-year-old spiritual milk that Patriarch Yuntian gave to Chen Yuan.

After taking three drops of the hundred-year-old spirit milk, Ji Laogui's face turned slightly ruddy. He put away the jade bottle and bowed: "Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Taoists. I am a little late." (End of this chapter)