Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Elder Yan heard this and the sword intent emanating from his body was restrained a lot: "Young friend Chen? Who is Elder Yang talking about?"

Yang Liqian raised his hand and pointed at Chen Yuan: "This young friend Chen Yuan is an old friend of mine. I am worried that he might get hurt in the fight, so I came here to be a witness. Elder Yan shouldn't mind, right?"

Everyone looked over here. Chen Yuan looked calm, but Zhang Wushan beside him had a gloomy face and was staring at Yang Liqian.

Elder Yan stared at Chen Yuan: "My dear... Young friend Chen, is what Elder Yang said serious?"

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "This junior does have a history with Elder Yang."

Zhang Wushan's expression changed, and he whispered, "Brother Chen..."

Chen Yuan waved his hand, then bowed to Yang Liqian and said, "Thank you, Elder Yang, for coming all the way to the Taimang Mountains. I thank you."

Elder Yan's expression softened, and he said calmly, "Elder Yang, you are worrying too much. This fight is only to determine the ownership of the spiritual stone vein. With us Nascent Soul cultivators taking care of it, no one will be hurt."

He turned and flew back to the opposite mountain, and the tense atmosphere finally dissipated.

Elder Yang smiled, bowed to Sect Leader Mu, and disappeared.

Yuan Xiang went up to him and said, "Elder Yang, I have long heard of your great name. I am Yuan Xiang. I did not know that Chen Xiaoyou and Elder Yang were so close. If I have been negligent, please forgive me, Elder Yang."

Yang Liqian glanced at the opposite mountain, raised his sleeves and cast a spiritual barrier around him, and said with a smile: "Master Yuan, you are too polite. I just declined. Young friend Chen accepted the mission of our sect to help the Yuan family. I came here just to be a witness."

"So that's how it is. Please do as you wish, Elder Yang." Yuan Xiang showed a look of realization on his face, but his doubts remained in his heart.

Is it worth it for Yang Liqian to go there in person for a mission that is bound to fail?

And as far as he knew, Yang Liqian should be on good terms with Elder Gu. Chen Yuan was a casual cultivator sponsored by Qingliu Jushi, so why would he say that he had a past relationship with Chen Yuan?
Taoist Liu, Yuan Shizhen and Yuan Shixiong were unaware of the conversation between Yang Liqian and Yuan Xiang, and there was a hint of seriousness in their eyes when they looked at Chen Yuan.

A Nascent Soul cultivator came to the scene specifically to protect Chen Yuan from getting hurt in the fight. He was accompanied by a true disciple of the Haoran Sect. What was the origin of this person?

Zhang Wushan walked up to Yang Liqian with a sullen face and bowed, "Disciple Zhang Wushan, greetings to Elder Yang."

He was naturally very dissatisfied with Yang Liqian, who was close to Elder Gu, but as a disciple of the Haoran Sect, he could not lose his manners in front of the elder.

Yang Liqian said, "Nephew Zhang, there is no need to be so polite. I am only here to be a witness. Please do as you please."

Zhang Wushan was not polite and immediately turned around and walked back to Chen Yuan.

Yang Liqian smiled slightly, seemingly not caring, but a hint of gloom flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At this time, Elder Yan had already returned to the opposite mountain peak and said calmly, "The fight continues."

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Yuan Shixiong and the cultivator surnamed Zeng, who were forced to interrupt their fight due to Yang Liqian's arrival, looked fierce when they heard the words. The magic weapons that had been hovering in front of them for a long time flashed and attacked.

Yuan Shixiong took out a writing brush, put his finger together and injected a sense of righteousness. A milky white light flowed on the brush handle, and with a majestic aura, it pointed at the monk named Zeng.

The Yuan family also mainly practices Confucianism and Taoism. Yuan Shixiong looks like a rough man, but he is also a man who has studied Confucian and Taoist classics in depth and has developed a righteous character.

The monk named Zeng threw out a flower basket with a simple and natural shape, painted with peonies, golden chrysanthemums, winter plums and orchids, and a hundred flowers in full bloom.

It looked extremely strange to see such an elegant magic weapon coming from the hands of a fifty-year-old man. The monks who were watching could not help but frown.

The flower basket flew straight towards the brush. Yuan Shixiong frowned, raised his hand, made a gesture, and tapped the brush tip. Dozens of black plum petals bloomed in the air and fell towards the flower basket.

He looks rough, but he is actually very thoughtful. This flower basket looks a bit strange, so he wants to test it out.

The monk surnamed Zeng was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and a pink glow came out of the flower basket. The suction force was so strong that it sucked all the black plum petals in.

Yuan Shixiong was not surprised but delighted. Every petal of the black plum blossom contained a bit of righteousness. The arrogance of the monk Zeng was exactly what he wanted.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, the true energy in his body flowed, and the righteous energy continuously poured into the brush.

The tip of the pen tapped repeatedly, just like a master of painting splashing ink, countless black plum flowers appeared, forming an inky sea of ​​flowers, covering half of the sky, like dark clouds covering the sky, blocking out the sun, fluttering and scattering, magnificent and sad.

Yuan Shixiong could see clearly that this flower basket, like his writing brush, was a mid-level magic weapon. Even if it was not the cultivator named Zeng's natal magic weapon, it was not far off.

And the righteous energy is the most tenacious and unyielding, not afraid of being swallowed by filth. As long as he sends more righteous energy into the flower basket, he can break this magic weapon from the inside, and then it will be much easier to fight.

When Yuan Xiang saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel certain.

The magical power used by Yuan Shixiong is called "Xiang Rugu", which is a magical power passed down from generation to generation in the Yuan family. It is specially used to destroy people's magic weapons. The more black plums are contaminated, the more righteous energy gathers. In the final explosion, the magic weapons will be damaged at best and destroyed at worst. It is extremely domineering.

Monk Zeng faced the endless sea of ​​black plum blossoms with a calm expression. He simply injected his true energy into the flower basket. A pink glow shone brightly, swallowing up the falling plum blossoms.

The two of them remained in a stalemate for a full quarter of an hour.

Nearly half of the righteous energy in Yuan Shixiong's body had been used up, but the flower basket was still continuously absorbing the petals of the black plum blossoms, like a bottomless pit.

Yuan Shixiong felt a bad feeling in his heart and did not dare to delay any longer. He changed the magic gesture in his hand, trying to detonate the righteous energy.

But Mo Mei, who was sucked into the flower basket, was like a drop in the ocean. His righteous spirit disappeared without a trace, and his magic spell had no effect at all.

Yuan Shixiong's heart sank, and his brush no longer drew the ink plum pattern. Instead, it was like a flying sword, piercing straight towards the monk named Zeng.

At the same time, he raised his hand and threw something, shouting, "Fast!" The object swelled in the wind and became about ten feet in size. It turned out to be a large seal with a dragon carved on it. It emitted a white light and was like a meteor, smashing over.

The monk named Zeng was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and touched the flower basket, and a pink glow burst out.

Along with a fragrant scent of flowers, the writing brush and the Chilong seal that were flying towards the monk named Zeng were wrapped in a pink light, trembling constantly, and actually stopped in the air, unable to move forward an inch.

Yuan Shixiong's face changed drastically, and he frantically urged the true energy in his body. The struggle between the brush and the Chilong seal became more violent, and they were about to break free from the pink glow.

But the monk named Zeng patted his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which merged into the flower basket. With a flash of blood-red light, the suction power of the flower basket increased greatly, and it took in both magic weapons!

puff!
Yuan Shixiong's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking.

The magic weapon was broken and he was also seriously injured.

The monk surnamed Zeng took the opportunity to summon a flying sword and pointed: "Kill!"

The flying sword shot out, Yuan Shixiong retreated violently, and hurriedly took out a rattan shield to protect himself.

The cultivator named Zeng raised his hand and made a hand gesture, and the flying sword split into thirty-six sword shadows, which slashed on the rattan shield one after another, making muffled sounds.

The sword shadows dissipated one by one, but left deep scars on the rattan shield.

This flying sword is a mid-level magic weapon, extremely sharp, while the rattan shield is just a low-level magic weapon, the difference is obvious.

When only the flying sword was left, the rattan shield was almost cut in half. Yuan Shixiong was horrified and shouted, "I give up!"

The flying sword suddenly stopped, just an inch away from the rattan shield.

Yuan Shixiong's face was extremely ugly, and he clasped his hands and said, "Friend Zeng Daoyou is very skilled. I am ashamed of myself. I lost this battle. Please return the magic weapon to Friend Zeng Daoyou."

The monk named Zeng raised his hand expressionlessly, and the flying sword flew back. The flower basket flashed, and the brush and the Chilong seal flew out.

Yuan Shixiong hurriedly took the two magic weapons in his hands, examined them carefully, and found that the spiritual light was just a little dim, and there was no damage. He breathed a sigh of relief and put them into his dantian.

He then turned around and flew back to the top of the mountain, clasped his fists and bowed to Yuan Shixiong, with a guilty look on his face: "I have failed in my mission, please punish me, Master."

Yuan Xiang said calmly: "Second Elder, don't blame yourself. If I am not mistaken, the flower basket in this person's hand is a high-level magic weapon left over from the ancient times. It is extremely powerful, but it will consume your essence, blood and lifespan."

"Perhaps Sect Master Mu was worried that the true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace would not be able to win, so he was willing to sacrifice the path of a late Jindan cultivator just to show off his power in the duel. It is reasonable that the Second Elder lost."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the monk named Zeng in the air, only to see that his already grey hair now had a few more silver strands, his face was pale and he looked very old.

But he himself just stopped in the air, expressionless, not caring at all.

Sect Master Mu smiled slightly: "Does Patriarch Yuan have to care about what magic weapons my Lion Peak Mountain monks use when fighting? Patriarch Yuan can also use whatever means he has."

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly and turned to look at Taoist Liu: "Master Liu, thank you for coming out to fight the enemy. I don't seek to win, I just hope you can defeat this man and dampen the spirit of Shifeng Mountain."

Taoist Liu said solemnly, "Master Yuan, just wait for good news."

After saying this, he turned and left the mountaintop, flew over the canyon, and bowed to the monk named Zeng: "I am Liu Ruyuan, Taoist friend, please come."

The monk surnamed Zeng bowed and said, "Zeng Zhongliang from Shifeng Mountain, please come in!"

Taoist Liu took out a peach wood sword, raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and shouted, "Fall!"

Boom!

A loud thunder exploded out of nowhere, and a silver arc of electricity as thick as an arm surged out from the tip of the peach wood sword and struck towards the monk named Zeng.

As soon as they started fighting, Taoist Liu took out his most powerful magical power. The thunder method could break all evil. He didn't believe that this flower basket could even absorb the thunder from the sky.

He accepted benefits from the Haoran Sect. Even if he was defeated by the true disciples of the Cangjian Palace, he could not be defeated by the monks of the Shifeng Mountain, otherwise he would not be able to explain to the Haoran Sect.

Yuan Xiang smiled. Even he didn't know that Taoist Liu had mastered the thunder method. It seemed that the Yuan family had won this time.

Sect Leader Mu frowned, but then relaxed his brows, with a smile on his face, as if he was confident and not worried at all that the cultivator named Zeng would lose.

The monk surnamed Zeng was still calm and composed, just like he was before when he faced Yuan Shixiong. He raised his hand and patted his chest, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, which merged into the flower basket.

As this mouthful of blood left his body, his hair and beard turned completely frosty white, and wrinkles appeared on his face, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

After the flower basket absorbed the essence and blood, all the flowers blossomed gorgeously, as if they had been watered by sweet rain, emitting a rich pink glow, and with a single roll, it actually sucked the heavenly thunder directly into the flower basket!
Not only that, the pink glow came with great force and condensed into a long pink rope, heading straight for the peach wood sword, trying to take away this magic weapon.

Taoist Liu's face darkened. He raised his hand and slapped a silver talisman on the peach wood sword, shouting, "Fall!"

Chen Yuan recognized at a glance that this talisman was actually the Heavenly Thunder Talisman that he had used before. At this moment, it was attached to the peach wood sword and turned into a burst of electric arcs, which were all absorbed by the peach wood sword.

Boom! Boom!
The roaring sound continued, and bolts of lightning fell one after another, crisscrossing each other, half striking the flower basket and half striking the monk named Zeng.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder above the canyon, and the monk named Zeng was enveloped by the thunder, and it seemed that he would be struck into ashes in the next moment.

But he was still fearless, and with a single point, a burst of blood-red light gushed out of the flower basket, absorbing all the falling lightning! (End of this chapter)