Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The flower basket absorbed all the thunder from the peach wood sword. A silver arc of electricity swirled around the mouth of the basket, interweaving with the red glow, and a crackling sound was heard incessantly.

The pink long rope was scattered by the lightning, and another blood-red long rope condensed and pounced on the peach wood sword like a sinister poisonous snake.

Taoist Liu's heart trembled. By chance, he got a broken peach wood that had been struck by lightning for a thousand years. He made this peach wood sword and mastered a magical power of thunder. With this, he made a great name for himself.

Thunder magic is the best way to fight evil spirits, but this flower basket can even absorb heavenly thunder, which is really weird.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw a silver-white bead, hitting the peach wood sword.

The bead was surrounded by arcs of electricity. It hit the peach wood sword and shattered with a snap. Arcs of electricity spread out like small silver snakes, wrapping around the peach wood sword.

Taoist Liu pointed at one point and shouted, "Behead!"

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunder, the peach wood sword was wrapped with silver-white arcs of electricity, like a long sword condensed from lightning, slashing towards the blood-colored rope.

The two elders of the Yuan family were shocked when they saw this scene.

There are very few cultivators who have mastered thunder magic. When Taoist Liu displayed his magical power, the sound was so grand and majestic, as if thunder from the sky had descended to the earth.

The flower basket, which looked weird and evil at first glance, immediately fell into the inferior category.

Even Zhang Wushan was surprised. Confucian and Taoist monks were not good at thunder magic. It was the first time he saw such amazing thunder magic.

Only Chen Yuan looked calm. He had used a Heavenly Thunder Talisman himself, and it was a Heavenly Thunder Talisman that contained a trace of the power of thunder. It was so powerful that even Kun Feng could only swallow half of it.

The magical power of Taoist Liu seems extraordinary, but it is just ordinary heavenly thunder. It does not contain a trace of the power of thunder, and it cannot even cause changes in the celestial phenomena.

He had also seen Taoist Yunhe's Yi Mu Divine Thunder. Compared with it, Taoist Liu's thunder method was far inferior.

The next moment, the peach wood sword directly cut the blood-colored rope into two pieces, which turned into a burst of light and dissipated.

The sword tip swung and shot out, pointing directly at the monk named Zeng.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. As long as we can force the monk named Zeng into a corner, the flower basket will fall apart on its own.

Taoist Liu knew the key to the fight, but the cultivator surnamed Zeng changed the spell in his hand, and the blood-red light gushed out of the flower basket continuously, rolling towards the peach wood sword.

The peach wood sword was enveloped by a huge suction force, unable to move forward, so it had to stop to respond, slashing left and right. Wherever the silver electric arc passed, it shattered pieces of blood-red light, as if cutting off pieces of flesh from a person.

But the blood-red glow was endless, while the silver arcs on the peach wood sword became increasingly scarce.

Taoist Liu's face looked very ugly. He was not a thunder practitioner, but he could only use thunder magic with the help of this peach wood sword.

For this reason, he had to use the Heavenly Thunder Talisman to replenish his thunder power. That silver-white bead was also the power of heavenly thunder that he collected by himself using a special method when he ventured into the thundercloud during rainy weather.

These methods are useless against the flower basket, and other magical powers are also useless.

After more than ten breaths, the peach wood sword could no longer emit any lightning. The blood-red light suddenly increased and took the peach wood sword in.

Until this moment, the beautiful flowers in the basket have dimmed a little, but they are still gorgeous and charming.

The cultivator surnamed Zeng pointed his finger and another blood-red light burst out, brushing towards Taoist Liu.

Taoist Liu's expression changed, and he shouted, "I admit defeat!"

The monk named Zeng waved his hand expressionlessly, and the blood-red light poured back into the flower basket.

Taoist Liu bowed and said, "I admit defeat. Please return the magic weapon to Brother Zeng."

In fact, he still had some life-threatening means that he had not used, but this time he only took advantage of the Haoran Sect and helped the Yuan Family. He used the Heavenly Thunder Talisman and the Heavenly Thunder power that he had collected with great effort. He had already done his best, and he admitted defeat very easily.

The monk named Zeng waved his hand expressionlessly, and the peach wood sword flew out of the flower basket.

Taoist Liu took it in his hand, just looked down at it, then felt relieved, bowed, turned around and flew back to the mountain.

He had no grudges against the monk named Zeng, and the peach wood sword was not damaged at all.

On the opposite mountain, Sect Master Mu laughed and said, "So the Jindan cultivators of the Yuan family are all so incompetent? No wonder the Yuan family master didn't dare to bet with me. It seems that even without the help of the nephew of the Hidden Sword Palace, the Yuan family will be defeated."

The Yuan family of Shifeng Mountain is separated from the others by the Taimang Mountains. They have always been fighting with each other and have deep resentment. Now that he has the upper hand, he will naturally be ruthless.

Yuan Xiang's face looked extremely ugly. He had lost two battles in a row and was ridiculed by Sect Leader Mu, which made him lose face greatly.

At this moment, he only regretted that he had not given the treasure to Yuan Shixiong. There were flower baskets and rare treasures in Shifeng Mountain, and the Yuan family also had many treasures left over from ancient times.

But after Yuan Xiang learned that Cangjian Palace had sent out two true disciples, he thought that he would definitely lose this fight and it was just a formality, so he didn't waste any more energy on it.

I didn't expect that Sect Master Mu would be so cruel. He would ignore the disciples of Cangjian Palace and be willing to give up a late Jindan cultivator just to embarrass the Yuan family.

Taoist Liu came to Yuan Xiang, clasped his fists and bowed, saying ashamedly: "My skills are not good enough to win, please punish me, Master."

There was a glimmer of gloom in Yuan Xiang's eyes, but Taoist Liu was only a guest official in name only, and he had consumed two treasures containing thunder power, so how could he be punished?

He said calmly, "Daoist Liu has done his best. That flower basket is a high-level magic weapon that only Jindan cultivators can defeat. Even if our Yuan family loses this battle, it is reasonable... Elder Yang, what do you think?"

Yang Liqian nodded slightly: "Master Yuan is right. Even if we lose the duel, it is not the fault of the Yuan family."

Yuan Xiang's expression looked better. With Yang Liqian's words, even if this matter got out, the reputation of the Yuan family would not suffer much damage.

He didn't want to pay attention to Taoist Liu, turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, and said lightly: "Friend Chen, that flower basket magic weapon is very strange. If you can't defeat it, just admit defeat."

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and did not care about the Qingliu monk behind Chen Yuan. He spoke bluntly and showed no mercy, as if he was sure that Chen Yuan would lose. Chen Yuan did not care, smiled slightly, and said, "Junior will remember this."

Zhang Wushan's face darkened, and he was quite dissatisfied with the contempt in Yuan Xiang's words, but Chen Yuan didn't say anything, so he didn't want to interfere.

Moreover, the flower basket magic weapon of the Wei family was extremely strange. Although he knew that Chen Yuan was very powerful and Yan Tongchun was not his opponent, he did not have much confidence that he could block the flower basket magic weapon.

Zhang Wushan whispered, "I've heard Master mention that in ancient times there was an evil treasure that consumed one's essence, blood, and lifespan. It was designed to shorten a person's lifespan, hurting both the person and the person."

"This flower basket should be this kind of magic weapon. It is impossible to resist it for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage. Brother Chen, you'd better not let that pink glow hit you."

Chen Yuan nodded, rode on the light of escape, flew above the canyon, and stopped several dozen feet away from the cultivator named Zeng.

Yang Liqian looked at Chen Yuan's back and frowned, "Master Yuan, I am not in a position to take action. I hope you can protect Chen Xiaoyou's life later."

Yuan Xiang was unhappy in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He said calmly: "Don't worry, Elder Yang. I will not let Chen Xiaoyou get hurt."

It was the Haoran Sect that wanted to seize the spirit stone mines, but they sent out such a casual cultivator of unknown origin to participate in the battle, and even asked him, a Nascent Soul cultivator, to protect them. This was a bit too much.

Yuan Xiang only knew that Mr. Qingliu and Elder Gu were not on good terms, and this was something that everyone knew.

But he didn't know the details of the Haoran Sect. He just thought that Yang Liqian was entrusted by Elder Qingliu to look after Chen Yuan.

When Zhang Wushan heard this, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Yang Liqian is on good terms with Elder Gu, so he should be hoping that Chen Yuan would be injured or even die. Why is he so concerned about Chen Yuan's safety?
Chen Yuan didn't know what was happening behind him. He clasped his fists and bowed to the monk named Zeng: "Guest elder of the Yuan family, Chen Yuan, please teach me, Brother Zeng."

"I am Zeng Zhongliang from Shifeng Mountain. Please come in, Fellow Daoist Chen." The monk named Zeng returned the greeting, his voice old and hoarse.

His face was pale and his hands were covered with wrinkles like dry bark.

The mountain wind was strong in the canyon, and his white hair was flying all over the place, looking very desolate.

The flower basket magic weapon not only consumes essence and blood, but also consumes lifespan. It is an outright evil weapon.

But the monk named Zeng seemed to have put life and death aside. He pointed his finger expressionlessly, and a pink glow emerged from the flower basket magic weapon and brushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, and suddenly a pair of broad black wings appeared behind him. His whole aura changed drastically, and a desolate and wild aura rose into the sky.

He flapped his wings, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the pink glow rolled into the sky.

The next moment, Chen Yuan appeared beside the monk named Zeng and raised his hand to grab his neck!
The monk named Zeng's pupils shrank, but he was too late to make any move. The flying sword that had been hanging above his head could only protect its master and slash towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his left hand and firmly grasped the flying sword. The sword flashed, but only left a tiny wound on his palm.

His right hand kept moving, stretching out like lightning and grabbing the monk Zeng's neck.

"Thank you." Chen Yuan's calm voice spread.

The whole place was silent, except for the sound of the wind whistling over the canyon.

The monk named Zeng opened his eyes wide, not daring to move, for fear that Chen Yuan would suddenly exert force and break his neck.

"I...I give up." He said in a hoarse voice.

Chen Yuan then loosened his hands. The monk named Zeng retreated violently and looked at Chen Yuan with lingering fear. The flying sword flew back to his side and circled around.

Everyone stared at Chen Yuan. He stood in the wind, motionless, his clothes rustling.

A pair of broad black wings stretched out, like the deepest abyss. When the sun shone on them, not a single light was reflected. Even if people's eyes stopped on them, they seemed to be swallowed up and would subconsciously look away.

"Instant...teleportation technique?" Yuan Shizhen's murmur broke the silence on the two mountains.

Taoist Liu shook his head repeatedly, no longer looking like an immortal: "How is this possible?"

Zhang Wushan stood there in a daze. He only knew that Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator and was worried that Chen Yuan would be restrained by the flower basket. He didn't expect that Chen Yuan actually had such a method.

Everyone present here is a cultivator who has been in the late Jindan stage for many years and has become very experienced.

Zhang Wushan is a true disciple of the Haoran Sect and is knowledgeable and experienced.

But they had never heard that a Jindan cultivator could perform the art of teleportation!
Even the two cold-faced monks behind Elder Yan were filled with surprise at this moment.

The sword-cultivating escape technique is rare in the world, and is only comparable to the thunder escape technique and the wind escape technique. However, compared with the teleportation technique, it is still inferior.

Yuan Xiang suddenly laughed out loud: "Elder Chen has great skills! The monks from Shifeng Mountain are only so good. Even if they take out the ancient evil treasure, they are no match for the guest elder of my Yuan family!"

The monk surnamed Zeng turned back to the top of the mountain, came to the front of Sect Master Mu, bowed his head, clasped his fists and bowed: "My disciple is no match for my opponent, please punish me, Sect Master."

Hearing Yuan Xiang's sarcasm, Sect Master Mu snorted coldly: "It's not your fault that this person has mastered the art of teleportation. Take this pill and have a good rest."

He took out a jade bottle from the mustard seed ring and handed it to the monk named Zeng, but his eyes were always fixed on Chen Yuan, his face as gloomy as water.

He bestowed a precious treasure on the cultivator named Zeng and was even willing to sacrifice the path of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, just to win the battle before the disciples of the Cangjian Palace took action.

Only in this way could Lion Peak Mountain get more of the profits from the spirit stone mines, but now they have all been destroyed by Chen Yuan.

Where did this person come from? He actually mastered the art of teleportation, which is a skill that only great cultivators can master. Even he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, cannot perform it.

Yang Liqian had the same question as him. He looked at Chen Yuan with a look of surprise and doubt.

Even Elder Yan changed his previous indifference, looked Chen Yuan up and down, and said slowly: "This young friend Chen's pair of black wings looks familiar. If I am not mistaken, you have refined the blood of Kun fish and mastered the art of teleportation?" (End of this chapter)