Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"Junior Sister Jing, take action quickly!" When Jing Shuhan was stunned, Wang Lin's voice came into her ears.

She suddenly woke up, suppressed her thoughts, and summoned the small yellow tripod. Three hundred and sixty wisps of smoke flew out and condensed into a thick smoke rope, which wrapped around the Zhenhai Tower.

He threw the phoenix-shaped jade hairpin in his hand, which turned into a stream of light and shot out.

But this was not enough, she raised her hand and made a seal, a faint black demonic energy surged out of her body, her delicate body trembled slightly, and it condensed into a three-meter-long demonic python, pouncing towards the Zhenhai Tower.

This is the magical power passed down by Old Ghost Ji. Her cultivation level is low, and she has only mastered the basics.

But at this critical moment, she did not hold back at all and used all her strongest means just to stop the Zhenhai Tower for a moment and buy enough time for Chen Yuan.

When Patriarch Yuntian saw the actions of the three people, he just smiled slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

clang!
The most inconspicuous grey flying knife was the fastest and pierced into the body of the Zhenhai Tower, leaving a deep crack and slowing down its falling momentum.

This attack by Ji Laogui was much stronger than the one he used when he was escaping from the Zhenhai Tower just now.

But Patriarch Yuntian was no longer the same. The Zhenhai Tower flashed with light, and the crystal clear tower body immediately returned to its original state. The sealing power dissipated, and the gray flying knife flew out at a speed several times faster than when it was shot.

The two ferocious demonic dragons were thirty feet long, with a single horn on their heads, four legs and three claws, just like dragons. They were extremely powerful, with demonic clouds following them as they flew, and they roared continuously.

The grey flying knives returned empty handed, and they followed closely behind, opening their mouths and spitting out two jets of pitch-black magic flames, which spread hundreds of feet in the air like a prairie fire, wrapping around the Zhenhai Tower and burning fiercely.

But the Zhenhai Tower only trembled slightly, and the sealing power dissipated. The blazing devil flame was easily suppressed and disappeared, like a phantom.

The two devil dragons were furious and raised their claws to grab the hundred-foot-tall Zhenhai Tower.

Patriarch Yuntian's eyes became fierce, and the Zhenhai Tower fell down with a bang, smashing the two magic dragons into pieces. They turned back into demonic energy and dissipated like smoke.

The Zhenhai Tower was still pressing down on Chen Yuan at an angle, but its momentum had been weakened a lot.

Ji Laogui's magical powers and magic weapons only lasted for a few breaths before they collapsed, but they consumed a lot of sealing power, greatly slowing down his falling speed.

Although Patriarch Yuntian's true essence was fully restored, the erosion of demonic energy was still there. This attack was only equivalent to a full-strength attack from an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

After Old Ghost Ji took the scarlet pill, most of his injuries were recovered. Even though he was defeated, he was able to block most of the attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Yuan escaped seven or eight miles, and only the last four miles were left to the isolated peak.

For a Jindan cultivator, this distance can be covered in a flash. In less than three breaths, Chen Yuan could reach the top of the solitary peak.

Patriarch Yuntian snorted coldly and frantically urged the true energy in his body. The speed of the Zhenhai Tower's descent suddenly increased a bit, and the sealing force it emitted became even more powerful.

In the secret realm of yellow sand, the evil spirit is pervasive and consumes a great deal of your true energy.

For Ancestor Yuntian, controlling a high-level magical weapon like the Zhenhai Tower is like a mortal swinging a heavy hammer. It is difficult to control, let alone wield it as easily as one's own arm.

After he sacrificed the Zhenhai Tower, he could no longer change his position and could only try his best to mobilize his true energy to increase his power.

clang!
The black spear thrown by Wang Lin pierced the Zhenhai Tower, but its momentum was much weaker than the inconspicuous gray flying knife. It only blocked it slightly, and in less than a breath of time, it collapsed.

The spear collapsed, the demonic energy around Wang Lin became chaotic, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The means used by Jing Shuhan were even more despicable. The smoke rope that flew out of the small yellow tripod was shattered as soon as it touched the body of the Zhenhai Tower.

The phoenix-shaped jade hairpin was easily suppressed by the sealing force, and it let out a wail and fell down.

The python was ferocious indeed, and it opened its mouth to bite the Zhenhai Tower, but it was affected by the sealing force and immediately disintegrated into a ball of evil energy, and could not even hold out for half a breath.

Jing Shuhan's magical power was broken, and he turned as pale as paper. His escape light also collapsed, and he fell dozens of feet before he managed to steady himself. He raised his hand to cover his heart, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Chen Yuan flew another two miles and was less than two miles away from the top of the solitary peak. If he was given another two breaths of time, he would be able to pick the Fulong Chizhen vine.

But the Zhenhai Tower no longer had any obstacles. It fell obliquely from behind Chen Yuan like a meteorite falling from the sky, chasing his soul and taking his life. It went straight after Chen Yuan, only a hundred feet away.

The huge tower blocked out the light from the sky, casting a thick, deep shadow that was about to encompass Chen Yuan.

Wang Lin roared wildly, rushed forward and shouted: "Old Ghost Ji, if Fellow Daoist Chen dies, none of us will survive. If you have any tricks, use them quickly. Do you still expect Patriarch Yuntian to let you go?"

After Wang Lin yelled at him, Ji Laogui's hatred for this evil disciple surged from the bottom of his heart and his face changed immediately.

But at this critical moment, he had no time to argue with Wang Lin. He became ruthless and raised his hand to grab something. Out of thin air, an object appeared in his palm. Demonic energy surged around him and he madly poured his true energy into it and threw it out with force.

This is a broken sword, about half a foot long and covered in rust, with only the tip of the sword flashing a sharp, cold light.

When Ji Laogui threw the sword, he infused too much true energy into it, and was attacked by the demonic energy. His Qi suddenly dropped, and the injuries that were suppressed by the scarlet ammunition flared up again.

His face flushed, the wound on his left arm burst open, blood gushed out like a fountain, but he ignored it and just stared at the broken sword.

The broken sword flew across the sky, and the sword intent filled the sky, leaving a long space crack in the air. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and pierced the body of the Zhenhai Tower!

Ding.

A soft sound was heard, like the slight vibration of a bronze bell, or like jade beads falling to the ground, but it was so clear that it reached everyone's ears.

The falling momentum of the Zhenhai Tower suddenly stopped, and the huge structure, hundreds of feet high, seemed to be fixed in the air.

A spider-web-like crack appeared where the sword tip pierced, and instantly spread to several feet in size, adding an ugly scar to the crystal clear tower.

The force of the seal swept over, the broken sword trembled slightly, and suddenly broke apart, turning into specks of dust and dissipating in the wind.

Patriarch Yuntian opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, which was pitch black in color. There was some sword intent remaining in the blood, revealing a strong sense of death and silence.

A few silver threads quietly appeared among his black hair. The stab of the broken sword actually took away some of his vitality, equivalent to three years of his life.

And Ji Laogui paid a huge price for throwing this sword.

His already gray hair had now turned completely snow-white, and his face had a few wrinkles, revealing his old age.

This piece of broken sword is so domineering that it requires vitality to attract, but it can also reduce vitality and lifespan.

After this obstruction, the falling momentum of the Zhenhai Tower was greatly reduced, and Wang Lin also rushed to the bottom of the Zhenhai Tower, raised his hands, pushed upwards, and directly held up the Zhenhai Tower!

boom!
Wang Lin's body fell heavily down to the ground, creating a huge sand pit and stirring up dust all over the sky.

But the Zhenhai Tower was also completely blocked and was no longer able to pursue Chen Yuan.

Patriarch Yuntian tried to mobilize his true energy, but the demonic energy seeped into his meridians, slowing down the flow of his true energy significantly. He could only watch Chen Yuan cross the last two miles and land on the top of the solitary peak.

If he forced his true essence to circulate, the demonic energy would definitely invade his Dantian. This had happened before when he dealt with Ji Laogui, but at that time only a few wisps of demonic energy took advantage of the opportunity to enter, and it was not a big deal. If he forced his true essence to circulate again, a large amount of demonic energy would take advantage of the opportunity to enter, and he would definitely be seriously injured and his foundation would be greatly damaged.

Chen Yuan landed on the top of the solitary peak, which was the place with the most concentrated demonic energy in the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, and immediately caused a demonic energy storm.

He was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, breaking the tranquility of the lonely peak.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and thousands of invisible evil spirits rushed towards Chen Yuan. A faint roar came from the top of the solitary peak, as if it came from ancient times, desolate and heroic.

Patriarch Yuntian’s face was as gloomy as water, and he no longer mobilized his true energy.

Jing Shuhan stared at Chen Yuan in a daze, his pale face without a trace of blood, and his eyes were very complicated.

Old Ghost Ji burst into laughter, his voice as hoarse and unpleasant as that of a crow.

Chen Yuan was doomed to die, but he was able to save his life, and even rekindled his desire to seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine.

But the next moment, all three of them were stunned.

The storm formed by the invisible demonic energy gathered around Chen Yuan, but that was all. It did not penetrate into Chen Yuan's body, nor did it even touch Chen Yuan at all. Instead, it was completely swallowed up by the white flames in his hands!
His white hair flew in the wind, his hands were wrapped in blazing white flames, his ten-foot-tall body returned to its original shape, and he walked step by step to the pine tree. The Zhuyan True Fire in his left hand was suppressed, and he grabbed the red vine that looked like a real dragon and pulled it up by the roots!
Patriarch Yuntian's face was filled with astonishment, and he no longer had the demeanor of a master.

Old Ghost Ji looked at the white flames in Chen Yuan's hands with an expression of disbelief.

Jing Shuhan was stunned for a long time, finally came to his senses and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, Wang Lin flew up from the sand pit. Although he was hit by the Zhenhai Tower, his power had been weakened by 90% by the broken sword, so his injury was not serious.

He looked at Chen Yuan, who was surrounded by strong winds, holding the Fulong Chizhen Vine in his left hand, and with white flames in his right hand almost covering his arm. His eyes almost popped out.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed and flew away from the top of the solitary peak. The Zhuyan True Fire in his right hand disappeared, and the whirlwind of evil spirit surrounding him also dissipated.

He raised the three-foot-long Fulong Chizhen vine, looked at Patriarch Yuntian, and said coldly: "If you still want to use the Fulong Chizhen vine to prolong your life, please stop immediately!"

As he spoke, a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his right palm, and a Qingyuan Pill poured out of it. He swallowed it, secretly practicing Qigong to restore his true energy.

When Patriarch Yuntian saw Chen Yuan take out another Qingyuan Pill, and then remembered that he had asked for the Hundred-Year-Old Spiritual Milk before, his face darkened.

But now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters. He glanced at the Fulong Chizhen Teng, then stared into Chen Yuan's eyes and asked, "You are not afraid of the erosion of the demonic energy. Is this the effect of the white flame?"

Although the Fulong Chizhen Vine was in Chen Yuan's hands, what he was more interested in was the strange white flame.

This fire can not only burn the soul, but also devour invisible evil spirits. It is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Jueling Island has been around for thousands of years, and countless monks have entered the island. No one can resist the erosion of demonic energy, not even great monks with great magical powers. The transformed demon king will explode and die as soon as he enters the secret realm of yellow sand.

According to the secrets of Zhenhai Sect, the leader of Zhenhai Sect once entered Jueling Island 4,000 years ago, wanting to explore the secrets of the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, but was still helpless against the invisible evil spirit.

And that sect leader was the only Divine Transformation cultivator since the establishment of Zhenhai Sect!
Chen Yuan's heart trembled, but his expression remained calm. He said calmly, "This fire is just something I got by chance. It's not worth mentioning. Senior, do you not want the Fulong Chizhen Vine anymore?"

He lifted the red vine in his hand up again.

Patriarch Yuntian looked at Chen Yuan deeply and did not ask any more questions.

He really wanted to obtain that kind of white flame, but no matter how great his magical powers were, he still needed a life to practice them.

Life span is the foundation of everything. He is a dying man. Even if he has the magical power to ascend to heaven, it cannot compare to the Fulong Chizhen Vine that can extend his life by two hundred years.

"What do you want, young man?" His tone became gentle again.

Chen Yuan said: "Senior planted a restriction in my body just to let me pick the Fulong Chizhen vine for you."

"Although I took the initiative to remove the restriction, I also took the elixir and did not create any grudges with the senior."

"As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to trade the Fulong Chizhen Vine with you."

"Deal?" Patriarch Yuntian frowned, then relaxed his brows. "Okay! I am willing to make this deal with you. Please wait a moment. I will discuss this matter with you after I get rid of these three evil cultivators from the Tianji Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a gesture. The Zhenhai Tower flashed and appeared above Ji Laogui and the other two, and was about to fall down.

The Fulong Chizhen Teng was in Chen Yuan's hands, and he had no means to restrain Chen Yuan, so he could only agree.

But after the transaction, he was determined to obtain the power of white flame and would never let Chen Yuan go.

In this way, we must never let Ji Laogui and the other two spread the matter of the white flame and attract the attention of other Nascent Soul cultivators. We must kill them to silence them.

When Ji Laogui heard this, his face darkened. He raised his hand and a gray flying knife appeared quietly. He was ready to fight to the death.

He had just thrown out the broken sword and tried his best to stop Patriarch Yuntian. He was forced by the situation and had to fight to the death.

In his opinion, the evil spirit had invaded Chen Yuan's dantian, and his life would be short. As long as he promised him huge profits and lured him to threaten Patriarch Yuntian with the Fulong Chizhen Vine, he would still have a chance to survive.

But who would have thought that Chen Yuan was not afraid of the erosion of evil spirit, and all his plans were in vain, and he had no way to survive.

Wang Lin was startled, glanced at Chen Yuan, and said coldly: "Just come over!"

Jing Shuhan clenched her teeth, looked at Chen Yuan quietly with complicated eyes.

Chen Yuan glanced at the three of them, looked at Jing Shuhan for a moment, and then looked away.

He looked at Patriarch Yuntian and said in a deep voice, "Senior Ji, Fellow Daoist Wang, and Fairy Jing risked their lives to block Senior's attack for me, so how could I abandon them? Senior, you must let us leave together!"

Patriarch Yuntian was startled, then he smiled: "I didn't expect that my friend is such a kind and righteous person."

Jing Shuhan's eyes lit up, and a blush appeared on her paper-pale cheeks.

Wang Lin laughed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I have remembered your kindness and will repay you in the future!"

Old Ghost Ji suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Yuan with a look of great surprise.

After a long while, he finally bowed and said solemnly: "I owe you a favor."

He is a giant in the demonic world, and has lived for nearly a thousand years. He has witnessed many life and death incidents and betrayals. The only thing in his mind is profit. He never thought that Chen Yuan would be willing to save his life.

Patriarch Yuntian suddenly smiled and said, "But you only have one Fulong Chizhen vine in your hand. It's a bit too much to save four people's lives."

"I would like to give it a try. If I really kill these three people, will you really destroy the Fulong Chizhen Vine?" (End of this chapter)