Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Old Ghost Ji's position was very clever. He formed a pincer attack with Old Ancestor Yuntian, sandwiching Taoist Yunhe in the middle.

Taoist Yunhe stared at Old Ghost Ji with an unpleasant expression on his face: "Well, well, I didn't expect that Taoist Ji would use all his tricks to destroy an iron zombie just like that."

"But there is only one Fulong Chizhen vine. I wonder how you two fellow Taoists would like to divide it?"

All three of them were Nascent Soul cultivators who had been in Yuqing Sea for many years. They were also the supreme elders of the three major sects. They had dealt with each other several times and were very familiar with each other.

These three refined corpses are Ji Laogui's specialty. They need to be refined from dying Jindan monks. Their souls are sealed in the flesh, and they will never be able to reincarnate. The success rate is extremely low. They are a kind of iron zombies. After being refined, they become extremely powerful and fearless of death.

All the corpses refined in the world are zombies. Those below the foundation building stage are not considered to be in the mainstream. Starting from the foundation building stage, zombies are divided into stone, iron, copper, and silver from weak to strong, and can rival or even surpass cultivators of the same level.

The light grey flying knife, about an inch long, is Ji Laogui's life-saving magic weapon, and it is extremely sharp.

In order to destroy the giant ape puppet, he did not hesitate to pierce through the body of the iron zombie several times. However, the zombie was a secret technique of the ghost way, and the evil spirit entered the body. Although the iron zombie seemed to be fine on the surface, it was actually destroyed.

Facing the ridicule of Taoist Yunhe, Old Ghost Ji said nonchalantly: "Daoyou, for the sake of Fulong Chizhen Vine, even spared no effort to use the ancient beast puppet and the best spiritual stone. It's just a zombie. If it's destroyed, it's destroyed. We can refine it again."

"If you still want to fight, I and Yuntian will accompany you. What you will leave behind won't just be the beast puppets!"

Taoist Yunhe's face became even gloomier. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Yuan and Wang Lin who were fighting with two beast puppets ten miles away. He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves.

He knew that he was no match for Patriarch Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji, so he hoped that the two beast puppets could defeat the two physical cultivators Chen Yuan and Wang Lin, and then turn around to help and force the two to retreat.

However, no one would have thought that these two physical cultivators, who were only in the middle stage of the Jindan period, could actually hold on until now without showing any signs of defeat, and it seemed that they could continue to fight with the two beast puppets.

He had also heard of Wang Lin, who had made quite a name for himself in Mohai and was once said to be a disciple of Kuixing Patriarch.

Now it seems that this boy's magic skills are indeed extraordinary. It should be the "Underworld Sea Magic Skills" of the Tianji Sect. When practiced to perfection, it can condense a Underworld Sea demon body and be able to rival the gods.

Wang Lin is of course still far from this realm, but he has already shown a bit of style and mastered the means of condensing magic energy into objects. Even if the beast puppet can win, it will not be in an instant.

As for the other physical cultivator, Taoist Yunhe couldn’t see through him.

This person's physical body is even stronger than Wang Lin's, and the magical powers he displays have never been seen before.

Moreover, apart from his tremendous strength and two low-level magic weapons, he did not use any other means, but he was able to easily withstand the attacks of the beast puppets, and it was impossible to tell how long he could last.

He underestimated these two physical cultivators, and it was destined that he would not be able to obtain the Fulong Chizhen Vine today.

Taoist Yunhe took a deep look at the red vine that was clinging to the pine tree and looked like a real dragon. He suddenly nodded and said, "Well, I admit defeat today!"

He raised his hand and the two beast puppets that were attacking Chen Yuan and Wang Lin just a moment ago immediately left their opponents behind and turned around to fly back.

"Wait a minute, Fellow Daoist Yunhe, please leave these two beast puppets behind!" Patriarch Yuntian pointed his fingers together, and a vast river appeared out of thin air, blocking the two beast puppets.

Ji Laogui sneered and said, "Yes, these two beast puppets are not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy. As long as they swallow a piece of top-grade spirit stone, they will be comparable to level 7 demonic beasts."

"If you take it away now, fellow Daoist, and then sneak back and take the Fulong Red True Vine by surprise, wouldn't our efforts be in vain?"

Boom!

A thunder exploded in the sky, and Taoist Yunhe was furious, but the two men just stared at him coldly and did not give in.

The Righteous Alliance was formed by the joint efforts of many medium-sized sects and immortal cultivation families. It was established only a thousand years ago. In the process of competing for the inheritance of the Wentian Sect, it had repeated disputes with the two major sects. It also absorbed many independent cultivators, some of whom had offended the Zhenhai Sect and the Tianji Sect, and the grudges were even deeper.

Patriarch Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji, as the supreme elders of the two major sects, had many grievances with Taoist Yunhe in the past. Naturally, they would not miss the opportunity to weaken his strength, and not just for the sake of Fulong Chizhen Teng.

"I have taken note of what happened today. I will repay you in the future!" Taoist Yunhe's eyes were grim. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and fled.

The pure white eyeballs of the two animal puppets suddenly dimmed, and the aura in their bodies dissipated. They stopped in the air and turned into two dead objects again.

Old Ghost Ji looked at Taoist Yunhe who was walking away, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was quite proud.

Patriarch Yuntian had a calm expression. He raised his hand and the leopard-shaped beast puppet flew towards him and stopped in front of him.

He carefully examined the leopard-shaped animal puppet, then turned to look at Ji Laogui and said, "I will give you one of these two animal puppets. What do you think?"

Old Ghost Ji nodded slightly and collected the remaining wolf-shaped beast puppet and the broken giant ape beast puppet together.

The iron zombie, which had been pierced by the gray flying knife several times, had already lost its energy and was also put into the corpse refining bag.

Patriarch Yuntian put the leopard-shaped beast puppet into the mustard seed ring, looked at Ji Laogui, and said calmly: "Ji Laogui, now that Yunhe has left, it's time for us to end our relationship."

"You know that my cultivation is one level higher than yours, and Wang Lin is no match for Chen Yuan, but you are still willing to join forces with me to drive Yun He away first. I think you must have a trump card that will make you sure to defeat me. Now you can show it."

"Haha!" Ji Laogui suddenly laughed wildly, staring at Fulong Chizhen Teng with a fiery gaze, tearing off the cunning mask. He murmured in a low voice: "I have painstakingly planned for more than a hundred years, and today I finally got what I wanted. I will definitely break through the bottleneck in the middle stage!"

Patriarch Yuntian frowned and said, "This Fulong Chizhen Vine can only prolong your life. How can it help you break through the bottleneck?"

Ji Laogui sneered and said, "Don't worry about that, fellow Taoist. I will definitely get this Fulong Chizhen Vine today!"

He turned and looked at Jing Shuhan who was ten miles away, and his voice suddenly became gentle: "Good disciple, come here quickly!"

Jing Shuhan's body trembled, he glanced at Chen Yuan inconspicuously, and then flew over.

After the two beast puppets were taken away, Chen Yuan and Wang Lin put away their magical powers and flew within a few miles of Old Ancestor Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji, watching their actions.

They didn't dare to communicate privately. The consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator could cover an area of ​​100 miles. Everything they did could not escape the sight of Patriarch Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji.

Jing Shuhan's look made Chen Yuan's heart tremble and he recalled what she had said before.

"...When necessary, Ji Laogui can use his spirit to invade my body, stimulate the potential of my soul-bearing body, and temporarily increase my strength to the Nascent Soul stage."

“Although in that secret realm, the cultivators were affected by the demonic energy and could not exert their full strength.”

"But because I have a trace of pure spiritual energy in my body, I am not affected. I can be a great helper and help him seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

At this time, Patriarch Yuntian looked at Jing Shuhan who was flying towards him, his eyes turned cold, he raised his hand and made a gesture, the sound of rushing waves came from the void, and thousands of blue spiritual lights gathered and condensed into a drop of dark blue, almost black water in the palm of his left hand.

This drop of water was only the size of a soybean, but Patriarch Yuntian's left hand sank slightly downwards, as if holding up a mountain.

He pushed his left hand forward, and the water droplets flew out as fast as a meteor, arriving in front of Jing Shuhan in an instant.

Old Ghost Ji brought a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan with him, and now suddenly called him to his side. He must have some plan. How could he just sit there and watch?

Jing Shuhan looked at the dark blue water droplets flying towards her and hurriedly retreated, but her cultivation was low and her escape speed was slow, so she couldn't dodge at all and was about to be hit by the water droplets.

Ji Laogui's expression changed, and he suddenly realized that he was a little too proud of himself and actually revealed this flaw!

As soon as he thought about it, an iron zombie flew over behind him.

The water droplets were shot out at a very fast speed, but Jing Shuhan was closer to Ji Laogui. At the critical moment, the iron zombie blocked Jing Shuhan in time.

boom!
The water droplets hit the iron zombie, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and half of its body was shattered.

But Jing Shuhan also took the opportunity to retreat, and the remaining small half of the water droplet shot through the iron zombie, fell to the ground, and stirred up sand waves in the sky.

Old Ghost Ji felt relieved. Fortunately, this was in the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, and the power of Patriarch Yuntian's magical powers was greatly reduced. Otherwise, with this blow, both Tie Jiang and Jing Shuhan would be wiped out.

After the ancestor Yuntian shot out the drop of water, he pointed and re-sacrificed the seven-layered glazed tower, shouting: "Friend Chen, I will stop the old ghost Ji, you quickly kill Wang Lin and pick the Fulong Chizhen vine!"

Before he finished speaking, the seven-story glazed tower rose to a height of about a hundred feet, blocking out the sky and the sun, and then fell heavily down and smashed towards Ji Laogui.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and his body immediately grew to about ten feet tall. His black hair turned snow-white, and he rushed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression changed slightly, and then he continued to use his magical powers, transforming into a demon god about ten feet tall, wearing black magic armor, and went forward to meet them.

The two men fought together and collided several times in an instant. Fist shadows filled the sky. The black armor on Wang Lin's body shattered into demonic energy again, and Chen Yuan's body was left with scars. It was a life-and-death fight from the beginning, and it was very intense.

Old Ghost Ji only had time to use his spiritual sense to take a quick look and saw that Wang Lin was not at a disadvantage. He no longer had time to be distracted and focused all his attention on dealing with the falling seven-story glazed tower.

This treasure is the natal magic weapon of Patriarch Yuntian, named Zhenhai Tower. Only those who practice the Zhenhai Sect's skills can refine it. It has the ability to suppress the sea and seal the waves, and its sealing ability is extremely strong.

Even though the power of the Zhenhai Tower was greatly reduced due to the invasion of invisible evil spirit, it was still enough to make Ji Laogui feel uneasy.

His cultivation is one level lower than that of Ancestor Yuntian, and the power of his magical powers and magic weapons will only be weakened further. Moreover, he is not good at facing the enemy head-on. If he wants to block the Zhenhai Tower, he can only use extraordinary means.

A trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face. He raised his sleeve and flicked it. The corpse refining bag on his waist flashed with light, and twenty-eight iron zombies appeared out of thin air. With a roar, they rushed towards the seven-story glazed tower together!

clang!
The Zhenhai Tower smashed heavily on the twenty-eight iron zombies. An invisible wave spread out, but it only covered an area of ​​a hundred feet and completely condensed on these iron zombies.

The twenty-eight iron zombies raised their hands, trying to hold up the Zhenhai Tower, but under this invisible wave, their bodies suddenly sank, and nine of them exploded and turned into powder in an instant.

Then, the iron zombies exploded one after another, but the Zhenhai Tower could not continue to fall and hung in the air with flashing light.

There was a look of regret in Old Ghost Ji's eyes. These iron zombies were treasures that he had spent hundreds of years to refine, but today, half of them were destroyed in the hands of Old Ancestor Yuntian.

"Yuntian, today is the day you die!" He roared, turned around and flew towards Jing Shuhan. (End of this chapter)