Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"Ye Wendi? The first true disciple of Cangjian Palace?" Elder Yang looked surprised.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiang immediately asked, "Elder Yang, have you heard of this person's name?"

Elder Yang stared at Ye Wendi, a hint of joy flashed in the depths of his eyes: "I have heard that Ye Wendi is extremely talented. He is only over 200 years old, but he has already cultivated to the False Infant Realm and will soon form an Infant."

"This boy has fought hundreds of battles and never lost a battle. It is said that he once escaped from the hands of a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator in Xizhou."

"That Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator chased him for three days and three nights, using every trick he could think of, but he still managed to escape."

Yuan Xiang was surprised: "Xizhou Yuanying Demon Cultivator? Could it be a cultivator from Xuanyin Sect?"

Xizhou is located at the westernmost part of Jiuxianzhou, close to the Boundless Sea, and is the world of demon cultivators.

The Xuanyin Sect dominates Xizhou and is one of the top ten sects. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and is no less powerful than the Haoran Sect.

Elder Yang shook his head: "If he was an elder of the Xuanyin Sect, he would have died long ago. He is just a casual cultivator."

Yuan Xiang's expression became solemn, and he stared at the two people above the canyon.

The casual cultivator is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. It sounds embarrassing that Ye Wendi was able to save his life from the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but it is actually incredible.

There is a gap between different realms.

No matter how powerful a Jindan cultivator is, he cannot be a match for a Yuanying cultivator, and may not even be able to survive more than a few moves.

There are very few Jindan cultivators who can survive at the hands of Yuanying cultivators, and all of them are extremely talented.

When Chen Yuan encountered such an opponent, even though he had mastered the art of teleportation, Yuan Xiang couldn't help but feel nervous.

……

As soon as Ye Wendi finished speaking, the flying sword in front of him suddenly split into sixty-four sword shadows, forming a sword formation to protect himself.

However, Chen Yuan did not use the teleportation technique to attack the enemy immediately as he did before. Instead, he stopped where he was and watched Ye Wendi set up the formation quietly.

After the battle with Chang Geng, he had already made up his mind. He used his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses and used the art of teleportation to delay time.

His true essence is three times that of the cultivators of the same level, and it is also purer and more powerful, far surpassing the cultivators of the same level.

The sword cultivator used the art of splitting light and transforming it into shadows, which consumed a huge amount of his true energy.

As long as he delays, until Ye Wendi's true energy is exhausted, he will naturally reveal his flaws.

This is the most labor-saving way, and it doesn't require showing too much skill.

The "Demon God Art" spoken by Elder Yan saved him the trouble of explaining the origin of his magical powers, but it also prevented him from using other means.

Zhu Yan's true fire can no longer be revealed. After all, Kunyu does not have the innate ability to drive spiritual fire.

Chen Yuan quietly watched Ye Wendi perform the art of splitting light and transforming it into shadows. Sixty-four flying swords circled back and forth, which was much more tight than the sword formation set up by Chang Geng, and he was secretly shocked.

Yuan Xiang's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene: "Sixty-four flying swords? This boy's attainment in the art of splitting light and transforming into shadows is so amazing!"

The Yuan family lives next to Ningzhou and has a good understanding of the art of sword cultivation. One must first simplify into complexity, separating out eighty-one sword lights, and then simplify again, combining the eighty-one sword lights into one, before one can be considered successful in the art of swordsmanship.

Before Ye Wendi formed his infant, he could differentiate into sixty-four flying swords. After forming his infant, it would be just a matter of time for him to differentiate into eighty-one flying swords.

A hint of joy flashed in Yang Liqian's eyes. The stronger Ye Wendi was, the better. It would be best if he could defeat Chen Yuan immediately.

However, after Ye Wendi set up the sword formation, he left thirty-six flying swords around him, and the remaining twenty-eight flying swords shot towards Chen Yuan. It seemed that his method was no different from Chang Geng's.

Chen Yuan felt relieved, flapped his wings, and used the teleportation technique to deal with the flying sword.

A real sword formation can blockade and suppress, and even form a world of its own. The sword formation set up by Ye Wendi looks grand, but in fact it is just a form, and Chen Yuan can come and go freely.

Yang Liqian's heart sank. Chen Yuan had already defeated Chang Geng in the same way. If he continued like this, Ye Wendi would definitely lose.

Is this the only strength of the first true disciple of Cangjian Palace?

On the opposite mountain, Sect Master Mu looked solemn and asked in a low voice, "Elder Yan, if this continues, will Junior Brother Ye make the same mistake again?"

Elder Yan narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "It is not the turn of Sect Master Mu to teach this disciple Yan how to act."

Sect Master Mu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately clasped his fists and bowed: "I, Mu, made a mistake in my words, and I hope Elder Yan will forgive me. It's just that the battle involves the spirit stone veins, and I am also worried. I have no other intentions."

While the two were talking, Chen Yuan had already used the teleportation technique several times and was in the sword formation without any harm.

Everyone was already numb. How strong must Chen Yuan's true energy be to be able to perform the teleportation technique continuously? It even made people doubt that he could teleport all the way from here to Hanzhou in the far north.

Ye Wendi turned a blind eye to this, his face was stern and he was neither anxious nor impatient.

His face was like a piece of ice, without any temperature.

After a hundred breaths, the sixty-four flying swords gradually dimmed and their speed slowed down a lot. Chen Yuan could dodge more easily.

At this moment, the twenty-eight flying swords that were chasing Chen Yuan stopped, flew back, and rejoined the sword formation, circling around Ye Wendi.

Chen Yuan stopped using the teleportation technique and looked at Ye Wendie with a frown on his face.

He didn't think that the true disciple of Cangjian Palace would admit defeat just like that.

Sect Master Mu couldn't help but said, "Elder Yan, this..."

Elder Yan ignored him and just stared at Ye Wendi.

Ye Wendi raised his right hand, clasped his five fingers together, as if catching a wisp of invisible wind, and the magic gestures in his hand changed continuously.

He suddenly said, "Ye has just learned a magical power and has not yet mastered it. Fellow Daoist, please be careful!"

After saying that, the magic gesture in his hand changed, and the sixty-four flying swords trembled in unison, gathered in the middle, and condensed into a giant sword about ten feet long, hanging above Ye Wendie's head, with light flowing.

Ye Wendi's expression was solemn, the spells in his hands kept changing, he stared at the giant sword, his hands trembling slightly, as if he was struggling greatly.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly flapped his wings and teleported behind Ye Wendi. His arms were covered with a dark light, and he raised his hand to grab it!
But as soon as he teleported over, the giant sword made a clear sound, and countless powerful sword qi burst out, forming a sword energy storm that protected Ye Wendi in the middle.

The sword energy storm was extremely sharp and pierced Chen Yuan's arm, making a hissing sound and constantly dissipating the black light, and soon only a thin layer was left.

After all, the dark light is not a real space crack, and it is difficult to resist the endless sword energy.

There was also a subtle sword energy that shot towards Chen Yuan, cutting through his robes and leaving a shallow blood mark.

These bloodstains seemed insignificant, but in an instant, dozens of sword energies shot out, leaving dense wounds.

There were also overlapping wounds, with blood and flesh rolling around, which looked extremely horrifying.

Chen Yuan had to step aside to avoid this terrifying sword energy storm.

The sword energy storm lasted for more than ten breaths before it subsided.

Chen Yuan also expelled all the remaining sword energy in the wound, healing it completely without leaving a trace.

After he refined Kunpeng's true blood, not only did his physical strength increase greatly, but his vitality also became extremely abundant. Such minor wounds could be healed in a moment.

He suspected that if he continued to refine the blood of his true spirit, he might be able to gain the supernatural power of an immortal body, or even physical immortality and rebirth through a drop of blood.

After the sword energy storm dissipated, Ye Wendi's figure reappeared.

The giant sword in front of him, which was about ten feet long, turned into a three-foot green blade at this moment, with a sharp aura and shining cold light.

Sect Master Mu was shocked and said, "Simplify the complex and combine the two into one?"

He himself was a swordsman and recognized Ye Wendi's methods at a glance.

But even he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was far from reaching the state of simplifying the complex. How did Ye Wendi perform it?
Elder Yan said calmly: "It's just a trick, don't be alarmed, Sect Master Mu."

Above the canyon, Ye Wendi looked at the flying sword. A hint of pity appeared on his cold face, as if he was looking at his beloved woman.

His face was filled with fatigue, and even his eyes were weak, as if all his energy had been drained away.

But the next moment, his eyes turned cold, and he slapped the invisible wind onto the flying sword, and pointed at one point: "Cut!"

A clear sword sound was heard, and the flying sword flashed and appeared above Chen Yuan's head, slashing down on his head.

Chen Yuan frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Instead of dodging, he raised his hand to grab the flying sword.

A layer of dark light appeared on his arms, as if he was wearing black arm armor, and even his right hand was covered with a layer of black, which looked extremely strange.

clang!
The flying sword slashed at the black light, and there was actually a sound of metal clashing.

The sword flashed, the dark light shattered, and the sword edge swept past, leaving a deep wound on Chen Yuan's arm, and the white bones could be vaguely seen.

This sword is so sharp that it can even cut through the dark light!
Chen Yuan's expression changed, and he flapped his wings and teleported dozens of feet away to avoid the sword.

But the next moment, the flying sword flashed above Chen Yuan's head and chopped down again.

Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique repeatedly, but the flying sword was like a thorn in his flesh, flashing over and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and he suddenly teleported behind Ye Wendi and raised his hand to grab him.

But the flying sword immediately flashed between him and Ye Wendi and slashed over. Chen Yuan didn't dare to block it and could only teleport away again.

Ye Wendi said calmly: "This is the life sword technique of my Cangjian Palace. It follows the breath and follows you like a shadow. It is unavoidable even if you go to heaven or earth. Fellow Daoist, please don't force yourself."

Sect Master Mu was horrified. "Is this the legendary Life Sword Technique? It is said that only Nascent Soul cultivators can master this technique. It is a sword that can kill with certainty. How could Junior Brother Ye be able to perform this technique?"

Elder Yan smiled slightly and said, "Wen Di is a genius. He has magical powers that others cannot comprehend even after they have reached the Infant Formation stage, but he is not at all troubled by them."

On the opposite mountain peak, Yang Liqian almost couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he heard Ye Wendi's words.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was also a very cunning person, but his mind was distracted by the Millennium Thunder, and he was worried about Chen Yuan's victory, so he didn't bother to hide his feelings anymore.

He had heard of the art of the Life Sword, which was a secret sword skill of the Cangjian Palace, specifically used to deal with great cultivators. When the sword was struck, the target would either be killed or injured. Even the Nascent Soul Elders of the Cangjian Palace, not every one of them could master it.

Ye Wendi used this magical power, even if Chen Yuan mastered the art of teleportation, it would be difficult for him to escape. Yuan Xiang had been paying attention to Zhang Wushan's movements since he ridiculed Yang Liqian just now.

Chen Yuan was in danger, but Yang Liqian looked happy. He was more certain that this man must have other plans.

But he didn't have time to investigate the matter now. His thoughts flashed and his gaze returned to Chen Yuan.

If Chen Yuan lost the fight, he would have to give away two treasures, and they would be given to Sect Master Mu, with whom he had a deep feud. He would not only lose face, but also suffer a heavy loss, and he was very nervous.

……

Above the canyon, Chen Yuan continued to use the teleportation technique to avoid the flying swords that were chasing him. He also flashed to Ye Wendi's side many times, but was blocked by the flying swords every time.

The flying sword flashed faster and faster, and almost as soon as he appeared, the flying sword followed closely behind him.

The sword energy burst out, tearing the brand new robes he had just put on into pieces, making him look extremely miserable.

Swish!
Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported dozens of feet away. The flying sword followed him like a shadow and chopped him down on the head.

This time the flying sword was extremely fast, and he didn't have time to use the teleportation technique again. He raised his hand to block it, and the black light shattered, leaving a deep wound on his arm.

But at the same time, the light flowing on the flying sword also dimmed slightly.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and the wings behind him flapped. Just as the flying sword was about to slash down again, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared dozens of feet away.

The teleportation technique consumes true energy and has an interval of about half a breath. It is not always possible to dodge in time. This is the third time that Chen Yuan has been injured by a flying sword.

There were two wounds on his right arm and one wound on his left arm, which were deep enough to see the bone and were bleeding profusely.

When Zhang Wushan saw this scene, he clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, his face full of worry, but he did not dare to persuade Chen Yuan to admit defeat, for fear that he would be hurt again.

Yang Liqian's face was full of concern: "Master Yuan, please persuade Chen Xiaoyou to admit defeat. If he drags on, his life may be in danger."

There was a flash of displeasure in Yuan Xiang's eyes: "Why doesn't Elder Yang persuade him personally?"

Yang Liqian smiled and said, "It is not convenient for me to come forward. Chen Xiaoyou is now a guest elder of the Yuan family. It is legitimate for the head of the Yuan family to come forward to persuade him."

Yuan Xiang sighed and said loudly: "Elder Chen, don't take risks. You must put your own safety first!"

He couldn't ask Chen Yuan to admit defeat directly, so he could only remind him in a tactful way.

But Chen Yuan turned a deaf ear to him. After narrowly avoiding the flying sword twice, he was caught up by it again. He had no time to use teleportation to escape.

He raised his hand and grabbed, and a long azure blue spear appeared out of thin air in front of him. It swelled in the wind and turned into a giant spear three meters long. It flew towards the flying sword accompanied by the sound of rushing waves.

clang!
There was a loud bang, and the huge spear flew backwards, with a gap appearing on the blade.

The seemingly fragile flying sword was intact, but the sword light was slightly dim, and it continued to slash towards Chen Yuan.

"Brother Chen!"

Zhang Wushan cried out in surprise, but Chen Yuan did not take this opportunity to teleport away. Instead, he folded his wings and stood in front of him.

Yuan Xiang's pupils shrank, and he was ready to save people at any time.

The flying sword slashed at the pitch-black wings, the sword light burst out, and countless sword energy burst out, but the pitch-black wings were like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all the sword energy.

In just a moment, the sharp aura of the flying sword dissipated by half.

Chen Yuan spread his wings and raised his hand to grab the flying sword. The dark light on his arm dimmed slightly, but did not shatter like before.

He flapped his wings and teleported in front of Ye Wendi.

The two were less than ten feet apart, and Chen Yuan could reach out and grab his neck, just like he did before against Chang Geng.

But he didn't do that. He just looked at Ye Wendi, stretched out his hand and handed over the flying sword. The dark light on his hand faded away, and he smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Ye Wendi was silent for a while, raised his hand to take the flying sword, and said lightly: "I lost."

After performing the Life Sword Technique, he fell into weakness, his breath was weak, and he was even weaker than a foundation-building cultivator.

Chen Yuan finally understood why this technique was called the Sword of Death. Once the sword was swung, it would be a life-and-death fight without leaving any room for maneuver.

Ye Wendi retracted the flying sword into his Dantian and asked, "What kind of magical power did Fellow Daoist Chen use to block the Life Sword Technique?"

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to say." Chen Yuan said.

Ye Wendi nodded and bowed, "Daoyou Chen, if you have time in the future, you can come to the Hidden Sword Palace as a guest. I will prepare a bed for you."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists in return and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye's life sword technique is extremely mysterious. I admire it very much. I will definitely visit you in the future and sit down and discuss Taoism with you."

He used his devouring magical power to break the Life Sword technique. Except for the Zhuyan True Fire, he had used all his trump cards and was quite impressed with Ye Wendi.

He refined the blood of two kinds of true spirits, both of which were the most powerful first-class true spirits, and his physical body was greatly enhanced.

The power of the devouring magic based on the physical body has greatly increased, so it can devour most of the sword energy of the Life Sword Technique.

If Kun Feng were here, he would only have Kunpeng's true blood in his body, and his physical body would be far inferior to Chen Yuan's. Even if he used his devouring magic, he would die under Ye Wendi's flying sword.

Ye Wendi is just a cultivator, but his strength surpasses that of the descendants of true spirits of the same level. Looking at the entire human world, there are very few of him.

But Ye Wendi frowned when he heard this: "What's the point of sitting here and discussing the Dao? I just want to have another exchange of ideas with Fellow Daoist Chen. Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't hold back when the time comes."

Chen Yuan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Fellow Daoist Ye is a master of swordsmanship, I would also like to learn from him."

"It's a deal." Ye Wendi gave a stiff smile, turned around and flew to the top of the mountain.

He came before Elder Yan, clasped his fists and bowed, "My disciple failed to win, please punish me, Master."

He apologized, but his tone was extremely calm.

Elder Yan did not mean to blame him. Instead, he smiled and said, "You have done your best. There is no need to blame yourself."

"This Chen Yuan is extremely powerful, rarely seen in the world. He forced you to use the Life Sword Technique and then gave you a defeat. It doesn't matter if you lose this spiritual stone mine."

Ye Wendi said: "After I mastered the art of life sword, I never had the chance to use it, and there was no opponent worthy of my use. I thought that there would be no rivals below the Nascent Soul stage."

"It is only today that I know that there are always people better than you, and the art of life sword is not invincible."

Elder Yan nodded slightly: "The world of immortal cultivation is full of hidden talents. We cultivators are just people seeking the truth. Compared with the great Dao of heaven and earth, we are as small as ants."

"Even Chen Yuan doesn't dare to claim to be invincible below the Nascent Soul stage, so you can't let your guard down for even a second."

"I will form a baby after I return." Ye Wendi said, "I still have a question. Master, do you know what kind of magical power Chen Yuan used to block the Life Sword?"

Elder Yan shook his head: "Master doesn't know either, but he is practicing the "Demon God Art", which should be the innate magical power of the Kunyu clan."

Ye Wendi said calmly: "After my disciple forms an infant, he will go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters."

Sect Leader Mu was listening to the conversation between the two and his expression became increasingly ugly.

The master and disciple didn't care about the outcome of the fight at all, but he felt heartbroken.

Lion Peak Mountain lost the opportunity to share the spiritual stone mine, and the path of the cultivator named Zeng was ruined, although he had never had much hope of forming a fetus in the first place.

The most important thing is that he has to compensate Yuan Xiang with a bottle of Chengyang Pill. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, this is also an extremely heavy loss.

On the opposite mountain, Chen Yuan had returned to the top of the mountain and changed into a brand new set of robes.

He came to Yuan Xiang, clasped his fists and bowed: "I am glad that I have fulfilled your mission."

Yuan Xiang smiled widely: "Young friend Chen, there is no need to be polite. You have made great contributions to the victory of this battle. I will report the truth to Haoran Sect, request the credit for young friend Chen, and reward him handsomely!"

He is in a very good mood now. Although the Haoran Sect owns the majority of the spirit stone mines, and the Yuan family cannot get any top-grade spirit stones, they can still earn a lot of mid-grade and high-grade spirit stones every year.

This time, Sect Leader Mu was severely humiliated. That bottle of Chengyang Pill was enough to save Yuan Xiang from a hundred years of hard training.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang flew to the top of the canyon and bowed to Elder Yan: "Elder Yan, do you have any objection to the outcome of the duel?"

Elder Yan said calmly: "The Yuan family won this battle, and the spiritual stone mine also belongs to the Yuan family."

Yuan Xiang smiled slightly and looked at Sect Master Mu again: "Sect Master Mu, please withdraw your sect's cultivators from the spirit stone mine within three days. I will send someone to take over."

"Please also send that bottle of Chengyang Pill to the Yuan family within one year, Sect Master Mu."

Sect Master Mu came in front of Yuan Xiang, raised his hand and threw out a jade bottle, and said coldly: "These are five Chengyang Pills. I will deliver the remaining five to the Yuan family within the agreed time limit."

Yuan Xiang took the jade bottle, uncorked it, and examined it very carefully.

Sect Leader Mu narrowed his eyes, a hint of anger flashing across them.

The spiritual energy of Yuanying stage elixirs is so rich, it is surrounded by red clouds, and with a scan of the spiritual sense, one can tell whether the elixir is real or not.

Yuan Xiang's careful inspection was intended to embarrass him.

After a long while, Yuan Xiang put the jade bottle away and said with a smile: "Master Mu is generous and magnanimous, and his promise is worth a thousand gold. If you have such a good thing in the future, don't forget Yuan."

Sect Leader Mu snorted coldly, turned around and flew back.

As soon as he descended the light of escape, Elder Yan bowed and said calmly: "Master Mu, the battle is over. I need to return to the sect to report. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he rode on a beam of light and flew away, with Ye Wendi and Chang Geng following closely behind.

Sect Master Mu's expression became even gloomier. He turned around, looked at Chen Yuan deeply, and said coldly, "Let's go too."

He turned and fled away, and the monk named Zeng followed him silently.

Yuan Xiang laughed loudly, returned to the top of the mountain, and said to Yang Liqian: "Elder Yang has come from afar, and I am sorry for not hosting you well. I hope you can move to Fengyuan Mountain Range and let me make up for it."

Yang Liqian forced a smile and said, "I appreciate the kindness of Patriarch Yuan, but I also have to return to the clan to report, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, he, like Sect Master Mu, gave Chen Yuan a deep look before escaping into the distance. (End of this chapter)