Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

After Chen Yuan escaped for dozens of miles, his face turned even paler and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This short fight broke several of his meridians, and the tearing of his meridians became more serious.

After escaping for dozens of miles, he suddenly turned around and flew towards the southwest.

The Nascent Soul cultivators can travel extremely fast, and it is common for them to travel tens of thousands of miles a day.

The mountain gate of Zhenhai Sect is less than 100,000 miles away from the deserted island where Chen Yuan opened up a cave. Patriarch Yuntian can arrive there in less than two days.

Chen Yuan had already been running for more than a day and had traveled tens of thousands of miles. Patriarch Yuntian should have caught up with him and might even be not far away from him.

He didn't dare to continue fleeing towards the northwest, for fear of being caught up by Patriarch Yuntian.

Now the blue light spot has just moved abnormally. It will take at least two or three hours to break through the blockade of Zhu Yan's True Fire next time. His sudden change of direction should be able to create a considerable distance.

Chen Yuan made up his mind. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and suppressed the severe pain coming from his body.

Above the azure sea, a blood-red light flew by, like a scarlet red meteor, crossing the sky and flying away into the distance.

……

Patriarch Yuntian looked at the white-haired old man in front of him with cold eyes and said indifferently: "Where did Chen Yuan escape to?"

The white-haired old man's aura was fluctuating. He was in the late Jindan stage of cultivation. His right arm was broken at the shoulder, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

Facing the question from Patriarch Yuntian, he answered respectfully: "Reporting to the Grand Elder, Chen Yuan fled to the west. He used the Blood Escape Technique and his speed was so fast that he could almost catch up with a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Patriarch Yuntian frowned and said, "What nonsense! He is only in the middle stage of Jindan. Even if he uses the blood escape technique, his escape speed cannot be compared with that of a Yuanying cultivator. Are you exaggerating like this to make excuses for yourself?"

The white-haired old man trembled all over and hurriedly explained: "Grand Elder, please understand. What I said is true."

"Chen Yuan's blood escape technique is different from that of ordinary people. The blood light is extremely dense, and even more refined than that of the magic cultivators who specialize in the way of blood. Even if his escape speed is not as fast as that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not far behind!"

Patriarch Yuntian frowned even more tightly: "I will verify whether what you said is true. You should leave first and make sure that the Righteous Alliance does not discover your identity."

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I will obey the order of the Grand Elder!"

Ancestor Yuntian's figure flashed and soared into the sky, and soon disappeared from the eyes of the white-haired old man.

He flew westward, and the clouds, islands and sea below him quickly swept away. In the blink of an eye, he had escaped dozens of miles away.

This was the sixth day that he had been personally hunting down Chen Yuan.

Ever since the hidden hand left in Chen Yuan's body erupted, Patriarch Yuntian immediately left Zhenhai Sect and rushed to the Huangling Sea.

At the same time, he used the conch shell given to him by the head of the sect to notify all the elders and spies of the Zhenhai Sect in the waters under the jurisdiction of the Zhengqi League and the Tianji Sect, and ordered them to set up a dragnet to kill Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan wanted to escape to Jiuxianzhou, but Jiuxianzhou was more than 100,000 miles away from Huangling Sea. For a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, the journey was extremely long. In addition, the hidden hand he left behind could sense Chen Yuan's location, so there was no way he could escape.

Patriarch Yuntian was confident and it only took him two days to catch up with Chen Yuan, three thousand miles away.

But an hour ago, he once again activated the hidden hand he had left behind and sensed Chen Yuan's location, but found that he was still three thousand miles away from Chen Yuan!

For four whole days, the distance between him and Chen Yuan never shortened.

He was using his secret technique all the time, but the time he could sense Chen Yuan was getting longer and longer.

He had to believe that perhaps what the white-haired old man said was right. After Chen Yuan performed the Blood Escape Technique, his escape speed could really be comparable to that of an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

Patriarch Yuntian had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked ahead, as if he could see Chen Yuan running for his life. He murmured, "I wonder how long you can escape!"

……

Fu Hai Ge chopped down heavily, cutting a boy of seven or eight years old in front of him into two pieces. A golden pill flew out of the broken body and fled in panic.

"Cut!" Chen Yuan pointed his finger and the Feiyun Sword shot out, cutting the golden elixir into two halves. It broke into a ball of pure spiritual energy and dissipated into the sky and earth.

puff!
Chen Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. His pale face was bloodless, his body was thin, and his whole body was wrapped in a thin layer of blood-colored light that was flowing unsteadily.

He raised his hand, put away the Fu Hai Ge and Fei Yun Sword, took the mustard seed ring on the boy's wrist, and flew forward at a faster speed.

This was the seventh wave of Zhenhai Sect monks who came to kill him.

The Zhenhai Sect is worthy of being the largest sect in Yuqing Sea, with a profound foundation. Even in the sea area under the rule of the Tianji Sect and the Zhengqi League, there are dozens of Jindan cultivators who can be commanded.

However, most of them were cultivators in the early and middle stages of the Jindan period. The boy was the third cultivator in the late Jindan period that Chen Yuan met along the way. It took some effort to kill him.

The price he paid for this was that several meridians in his body were broken.

As he fled, getting closer and closer to Jiuxianzhou, Chen Yuan's injuries became more and more serious.

At this time, half of the meridians in his body had been broken. Although it was mainly the residual meridians and branches, it also greatly reduced the circulation of true energy. Every time he fought with others, he would need to consume more true energy.

Fortunately, the main meridians were extremely tough and there was no danger of breaking. Otherwise, Chen Yuan's true energy would not be able to circulate and he would have been caught up by Ancestor Yuntian long ago.

But the main vein will not break. Every time the true energy flows, the dense cracks on the main vein will become deeper and wider.

Chen Yuan was suffering from excruciating pain like being tortured to death all the time, but his heart was as cold and hard as a rock. He suppressed the growing pain and his growing hatred for Patriarch Yuntian.

He had only one thought at this moment, escape!
After flying hundreds of miles, the already thin blood-colored light around Chen Yuan finally dissipated, and his escape speed dropped sharply.

He took a deep breath, suddenly raised his hand and patted his chest, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, which turned into a ball of blood mist and merged into the escaping light.

After slowing down for a moment, he immediately restored his original speed and flew forward.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Chen Yuan's pale face lost all its luster. He looked like a zombie, with skin and bones all over his body, and as thin as a stick.

As soon as he had a thought, a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand. He poured the bottle into his mouth, and a drop of hundred-year-old spiritual milk fell into his stomach. His true energy was restored, and his escape speed increased a bit.

Chen Yuan suddenly exerted force and crushed the jade bottle. He opened his hands, and the white jade powder flew away with the wind. In the whistling wind, it turned into a long tassel and fell into the sea. Under the sunlight, it sparkled with a crystal luster.

Three days ago, he used up the first drop of Centennial Milk. This is the second and last drop.

Flying at full speed, performing the Blood Escape Technique, and fighting with the cultivators from the Zhenhai Sect, Chen Yuan's true energy was consumed very quickly. The fact that he could hold on for three days was already a result of his pure and strong true energy.

If it were an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, his true energy would probably be exhausted by the first day.

This was also the third time he used the Blood Escape Technique. The first time he used up 20% of his blood and essence, the second time he used up 30% of his blood and essence, and this time, he used up 30% of his blood and essence again.

This is his limit. If he consumes any more essence and blood, his strength will drop greatly.

This was all thanks to the fact that he was a physical cultivator and had refined Zhu Yan's true blood, so his blood and essence were extremely pure. With only 20% of his blood and essence remaining in his body, he was not greatly affected, but his appearance was extremely terrifying.

Most cultivators can easily bear the consumption of 30% of their essence and blood, but the recovery will be extremely slow afterwards.

But on this basis, every additional 10% of essence and blood consumed will double the damage.

An ordinary cultivator would fall into the brink of death if he consumed 60% of his essence and blood.

Even the demon cultivators who specialized in the way of blood did not dare to consume their blood essence in this way. Chen Yuan consumed so much blood essence, paid such a huge price, and also reaped a huge reward.

His escape speed far exceeded that of a Jindan cultivator and was almost comparable to that of an early Yuanying cultivator. For six days, he had not been caught up by Patriarch Yuntian.

Chen Yuan didn't know how far away Patriarch Yuntian was from him, but he knew that Patriarch Yuntian must be chasing him closely not far behind him. As long as he relaxed a little, he would die without a burial place.

Over the past six days, whenever the blue light spot showed any unusual movement, it would change direction without any pattern, making it impossible for Patriarch Yuntian to predict.

At this time, he was only more than 10,000 miles away from Jiuxianzhou. The blue light spots kept collapsing on their own, and the intervals between the abnormal movements were getting longer and longer. In addition, the Zhuyan True Fire continued to consume it, and only more than a dozen blue light spots in the meridians were left, still resisting stubbornly.

Chen Yuan finally saw hope. On his hideous face, his eyes were unusually bright. Looking far ahead, he seemed to see the distant Jiuxianzhou.

After escaping for more than 6,000 miles, a beam of light suddenly appeared in Chen Yuan's consciousness, flying from the front.
He turned his body and flew to the side, but the light went straight towards Chen Yuan. Its speed increased suddenly, and it was no less than his blood escape technique. It stopped a thousand feet in front of Chen Yuan.

The escaping light disappeared, revealing a young cultivator with handsome features, vigorous energy, and cultivation base at the late Jindan stage. A wisp of clear air surrounded his body.

He looked at Chen Yuan with an arrogant look and said, "You are Chen..."

A cold light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned snow-white, and Zhu Yan's true fire appeared in his hands. He rushed forward without stopping.

Ancestor Yuntian is right behind us, and we cannot waste even a moment!

Chen Yuan crossed a thousand feet in an instant, and the young monk had to swallow the second half of his words. His face sank, and he pointed a point. A six-story glazed tower appeared out of thin air above Chen Yuan's head, and fell down with a loud bang. A sealing force swept over him.

A strange look flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes. This was actually a Sea-Suppressing Tower. However, it was far from comparable to the Sea-Suppressing Tower of Ancestor Yuntian. It was just a mid-level magic weapon.

The sealing power was much weaker than that of Patriarch Yuntian's Sea-Suppressing Tower, but it still made Chen Yuan's movement a little slow.

The power of sealing involves space, and is extremely difficult for Jindan cultivators to resist.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, he raised his hand and grabbed, the Qinglong Shield appeared out of thin air in his hand, and threw it directly towards the Zhenhai Tower, shouting: "Explode!"

The Qinglong Shield was pierced by the Demon Refining Sword and was severely damaged, making it unusable.

But no matter how badly damaged it is, it is still an undoubted low-level magic weapon.

As soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the Qinglong Shield had already flown to the bottom of the Zhenhai Tower and exploded with a loud bang. Fragments flew everywhere and a powerful wave spread out, offsetting the sealing power of the Zhenhai Tower.

Chen Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and his magic weapon exploded, which inevitably damaged his spiritual consciousness.

But his spiritual sense is strong, and the Qinglong Shield is only a low-level magic weapon, so he can still hold on.

With the help of the self-detonation power of this magic weapon, he moved faster, rushed in front of the young monk, and threw a punch!
The young monk was not in a hurry. The clear air around him turned and he retreated, avoiding Chen Yuan's punch. He sneered: "Haha, self-destructing magic weapon, it seems that you have run out of tricks, so just surrender!"

As he spoke, he summoned a golden flying sword and slashed towards Chen Yuan. It was actually a mid-level magic weapon just like the Zhenhai Tower.

The sword shone like lightning, with a bit of the style of a sword cultivator, which reminded Chen Yuan of Qi Lang who died in his hands.

The sword came with great force, but Chen Yuan did not dodge. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed it.

He must rush over as fast as possible and not waste any time.

The flying sword was extremely fast, but Chen Yuan only needed to stretch out his hand, which was even faster, and he grabbed the golden flying sword in his hand.

A golden light flashed on the sword, leaving a deep crack on Binghuan, almost cutting Binghuan in half.

The sword energy penetrated through the ice illusion and pierced through Chen Yuan's left hand, leaving a huge wound, but not a few drops of blood flowed out.

Only 20% of Chen Yuan's blood and essence were left in his body, and no more blood was left.

The young monk smiled coldly, but the next moment, his face suddenly twisted and he screamed: "Ah! You...what did you do? I will kill you!"

Just as Chen Yuan grabbed the flying sword, the Zhu Yan True Fire rose up, following the spiritual connection between the young cultivator and the flying sword, poured into his soul space, burning his soul!

Chen Yuan did not hesitate to consume his true energy. Zhu Yan's true fire was extremely blazing, burning away a small half of the young cultivator's soul. He looked extremely painful.

Chen Yuan sneered, his pale face became even more terrifying. He wiped out the imprint of his spiritual consciousness on the golden flying sword, put it into the mustard seed ring, and rushed past the young monk at the same speed.

The young cultivator had a ferocious expression on his face, and he wanted to mobilize his true energy, but his soul was burned and his consciousness was disordered, so he was unable to display his magical powers or control the Zhenhai Tower to fight the enemy.

He could only watch Chen Yuan fleeing away, a sense of tyranny rising from the bottom of his heart, and he shouted: "Chen Yuan, I will kill you!"

Chen Yuan heard the young monk's angry shout from afar, but he didn't care. He just fled forward and soon got rid of him.

After that, he never encountered any ambushes from the Zhenhai Sect monks again. After flying more than 4,000 miles, he saw an endless stretch of land in the distance.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed, he finally arrived at Jiuxianzhou!

At this moment, the blue light spot moved again, condensed into a blue spiritual light, rushed out of the body and disintegrated.

Chen Yuan looked inside his body and found that there were only three meridians left in his body, and some blue spots of light.

Zhu Yan's true fire gathered within these three meridians, rising fiercely. It only took a quarter of an hour to wipe out all the remaining blue spots.

Chen Yuan felt relieved. The sea was wide enough for fish to leap and the sky was high enough for birds to fly. He finally didn't have to worry about being caught up by Ancestor Yuntian.

But his speed did not decrease. He flew above the land and continued to escape inland. The blood-red light cut through the sky and soon disappeared.

A quarter of an hour later, a beam of light descended from the sky, revealing the figure of Patriarch Yuntian.

He was suspended in the air, overlooking the ground beneath his feet, his face extremely gloomy.

He no longer used the secret technique because the hidden hand he had left in Chen Yuan's body had been completely wiped out.

Patriarch Yuntian's gaze suddenly paused. Twenty miles away from him was a fishing village by the sea.

It was sunset at this time, and the fishermen in short brown linen clothes were returning to the village carrying their catches.

There were wisps of smoke rising from the courtyards of more than a dozen households, and laughter and joy could be heard throughout the village.

Patriarch Yuntian suddenly felt that this fishing village was a bit dazzling. He flicked his sleeves, and the quiet sea under the setting sun suddenly became angry. A huge wave dozens of feet high rose from the sea, swept towards the shore, and rushed straight towards the fishing village.

There were screams in the village, and everyone tried their best to escape from the village.

A fisherman in his twenties, dark-skinned and thin, was holding a two-year-old girl in his left hand and holding a young woman tightly in his right hand, and was running desperately out of the village.

But the devastating waves soon caught up with them, drowning the young fishermen, women, girls, and the entire fishing village.

After a while, the turbid sea water quietly receded, sweeping away corpses, reeds, wood, iron pots and many other things, leaving behind a mess.

The young fisherman's body was stuck between two rocks, his eyes wide open and an expression of fear frozen on his face.

He opened his hands, and his thin arms were like iron hoops, holding the woman and the girl tightly in his arms.

The gloomy expression of Patriarch Yuntian finally improved a little, and he turned and left, soon disappearing into the horizon. (End of this chapter)