Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Thousands of monks gathered around Wanzhu Peak.

From those who were at the Jindan stage to those who were at the Qi Refining stage, almost all the Haoran Sect cultivators who had no duties and were not in seclusion gathered together, looking at the top of Wanzhu Peak and starting to talk.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Everyone looked up and saw iron-gray clouds slowly gathering and expanding outward with Wanzhu Peak as the center. They soon covered an area of ​​thirty miles and were still spreading outward, but at a much slower speed.

Leaden clouds hung low, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. There was no sunlight at all. The sky and the earth were dark, and the air was heavy and stagnant. Only a little bright silver light flashed through the clouds from time to time, occasionally illuminating the earth.

Everyone retreated at the same time, and the Qi-refining monks gathered on the surrounding mountains used the art of lightening their bodies to escape from the area covered by the dark clouds.

Yan Tongchun sneered, slowly retreated, his eyes fixed on Wanzhu Peak.

He was also preparing to form a baby. He could tell at a glance that this was the second major disaster. A heavenly thunder disaster was brewing. Chen Yuan had already shattered his elixir and transformed into a baby, and was now going through the Yin fire disaster.

This is the wrath of heaven and earth. The three disasters come one after another without stopping. After one disaster, there is another. The first disaster has not yet been overcome, and the second disaster is already brewing.

Yan Tongchun was very happy, but also a little jealous.

In a short period of time, this calamity cloud covered an area of ​​thirty miles in radius and was still expanding. How deep must Chen Yuan's foundation be to attract such a strong calamity?

For ordinary cultivators to form an infant, the limit is when the calamity clouds cover a ten-mile radius.

Yan Tongchun thought that he had a solid foundation, but according to the records of the Haoran Sect's true disciples when they formed their infants, he might be able to attract a calamity cloud of thirty miles, or he might not even be able to do it.

Chen Yuan is just a casual cultivator, but the celestial phenomenon of his infant formation is so grand. Doesn't it mean that his foundation is far deeper than his?

Yan Tongchun now only hopes that Chen Yuan will be burned to ashes by the Yin Fire, or struck to death by the thunder. He must not let this person succeed in forming a baby!
"That's quite a big noise. I want to see if you can hold on!"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded in Yan Tongchun's ears. He was startled and turned around. Yang Liqian came to his side without him knowing when.

Yan Tongchun bowed hastily: "Disciple greets Uncle Master Yang."

Yang Liqian waved his hand, his eyes fixed on Wanzhu Peak for a moment: "Junior Brother Yan, come with your uncle and take a good look at how Chen Yuan died under the Three Calamities!"

"Yes." Yan Tongchun also laughed.

He stood up and spread out his spiritual sense, but did not find any trace of his master.

This was normal. The master lived a secluded life and usually meditated and practiced in his cave. He never showed up outside unless necessary, and would not join in such fun, even though he was very concerned about Chen Yuan's affairs.

But Yan Tongchun saw Zhang Wushan. He flew from a distance and stopped at the edge of the dark clouds. He stared at Wanzhu Peak with a solemn expression and worry in his eyes.

The smile on Yan Tongchun's face became even more intense. He knew that Zhang Wushan and Chen Yuan had a close personal relationship. Seeing his good friend die with his own eyes, he must feel very bad, right?
……

At the top of Wanzhu Peak, inside the cave.

Chen Yuan was unaware of the calamity clouds gathering in the sky. At this moment, his entire body, inside and out, was enveloped in pitch-black flames, and he had no time to pay attention to anything else.

He felt like Sun Wukong who was thrown into Laozi's alchemy furnace, burning in the fire and living a life worse than death.

He finally got a taste of what his opponent was like, but the Yin Fire did not burn his soul. This calamity only targeted the cultivator's physical body.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and let the Yin Fire burn his body.

He didn't have any treasure that could resist the Yin Fire, and the Yin Fire appeared out of nowhere, so he couldn't escape it and could only endure it.

But Chen Yuan suspected that even if he had that kind of treasure, it might not be of any use.

His Yin Fire Tribulation was different from that of others. Whether it was the experience of forming an infant that Zhang Wushan taught him, or the story told by the people of Shipingshan at the infant-forming banquet, or the records in the Yuan family's jade slips, the Yin Fire Tribulation of these cultivators only burned the body but would not enter the meridians.

Chen Yuan's Yin Fire Tribulation burned every inch of his meridians, bones, flesh and blood. It seemed that this world was particularly angry at his infant formation and wanted to burn him to death completely.

But he has refined two kinds of true spirit blood, and the strength of his body has surpassed all the Jindan body cultivators from ancient times to the present, and even all the seventh-level monsters.

This Yin Fire was enough to burn other Jindan cultivators to death in an instant, but it could not kill Chen Yuan. It could only erode his body bit by bit and devour his life essence and blood.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...

An hour later, for other cultivators, the Yin Fire Tribulation had ended, but Chen Yuan was still enveloped in the Yin Fire.

He endured the pain of being burned by the Yin Fire, but his expression was somewhat confused.

He discovered that while the Yin Fire was burning his vital energy and blood, it was also burning the impurities in his body.

Under the tempering of Yin Fire, his body continued to strengthen, but the speed was extremely slow and difficult to detect.

Chen Yuan recalled the words of Qing Liu, "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one is hidden by man. The three disasters are both calamities and opportunities..."

In the experience he gained in forming a baby, there was no mention that Yin Fire could actually temper the body.

Did these Nascent Soul cultivators deliberately conceal the truth, or did they not discover the tempering effect of the Yin Fire?
Chen Yuan was more inclined to the second explanation. The Yin Fire was extremely slow in tempering the body, and after an hour, it didn't have much effect.

But starting from one hour, the Yin Fire burned the vitality faster and faster, and tempered the body faster and faster.

It was as if Chen Yuan had taken one body-tempering elixir after another, elixirs made from thousand-year-old body-tempering elixirs, and his body quickly became stronger.

Another hour passed, and Chen Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore. His body was much stronger than before, but his vitality and blood were also burned by the Yin Fire.

He is now like a blazing fire, seemingly vigorous and blazing, but the firewood underneath is getting less and less. When all the firewood is burned out, the fire will go out.

By then, he will become a corpse with a strong body but no vitality.

Chen Yuan stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, his black hair turned snow-white, his body strength increased greatly, and the Yin Fire's devouring of Chen Yuan's vitality was suddenly weakened a lot.

Chen Yuan's ferocious expression became a little calmer, but feeling the drastic consumption of the true energy in his body, his heart sank.

The reason why he endured for an hour before stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood was that he didn't want to consume too much true energy.

After a cultivator's elixir is broken and transformed into an infant, his cultivation level is between the elixir formation and the primordial infant formation, and his true essence is also between the elixir formation true essence and the primordial infant true essence, which is extremely special.

Before overcoming the three disasters, no matter it is the Hundred-Year Spiritual Milk, the Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk, or other spiritual objects that can restore true essence, they are of no use at all.

In order to survive the triple calamity, one can only rely on the cultivator's own true essence, which is also a punishment from heaven and earth.

This Yin Fire Tribulation is so persistent and there seems to be no end in sight. If it continues like this, Chen Yuan’s true energy will be exhausted before he can survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.

He looked at his hands wrapped in dark flames, his mind racing, but he couldn't find a way to deal with it.

Yin Fire is created out of thin air, is invisible and intangible, and cannot be touched by any magical powers or magic weapons. Only a few extremely rare spiritual objects can resist the burning of Yin Fire.

Is it possible that we can only leave everything to fate and struggle on?
Chen Yuan's expression kept changing. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and the true energy in his body flowed. Above his hands, the Zhuyan True Fire rose up. Then he raised his hands and slapped his Dantian, and the Zhuyan True Fire poured into his body.

Driving the Zhuyan True Fire would consume more true energy, but this was the only way he could think of.

Yin Fire is invisible and intangible. Although it is not the soul, its nature is similar to that of the spirit.

Zhu Yan's True Fire can follow the mysterious connection of spiritual consciousness and burn the soul, and it may also be effective against Yin Fire.

As Chen Yuan expected, after Zhu Yan's True Fire entered his body, it pounced on the ubiquitous Yin Fire like a hungry tiger, burning it into nothingness.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed and frantically urged his true energy. Zhu Yan's true fire continuously flowed into his body, burning the Yin Fire.

No matter how precious the spiritual object is, it can only passively resist the Yin Fire, but Zhu Yan's True Fire can actively burn away the Yin Fire.

Even disasters sent down by heaven and earth can only retreat in front of Zhuyan's true fire.

The burning of Chen Yuan's vitality by the Yin Fire was suddenly weakened a lot, the pain was greatly reduced, and the effect of tempering his body was also reduced.

But Chen Yuan couldn't care about anything else at the moment. If he allowed the Yin Fire Tribulation to continue, he would not even be able to see the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation and would die.

When Zhu Yan's True Fire devoured the last wisp of Yin Fire, the Yin Fire Tribulation finally stopped, but it also burned away most of Chen Yuan's essence and blood.

His face was as pale as paper and he looked haggard, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

But before he had time to rest for a moment, a bright silver arc of electricity pierced through the thick mountain wall and appeared in the training room, as agile as a dragon or snake, and landed on Chen Yuan!
Boom!

The thunder came late and exploded in Chen Yuan's ears.

Chen Yuan's body suddenly stiffened. The thunder did not hurt his body, but it passed through his meridians and entered his dantian. It struck the newly born Nascent Soul with rage and judgment!
This is a heavenly thunder calamity, which does not harm the physical body but only strikes the Nascent Soul.

The newly born Nascent Soul is extremely fragile and will disappear into thin air if struck by heavenly thunder.

There are very few treasures that can weaken the thunder tribulation, so this tribulation is extremely difficult. Many cultivators can survive the Yin Fire Tribulation when they form an infant, but it is difficult for them to survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.

Chen Yuan did not expect that the heavenly thunder tribulation would come so quickly. According to the experience of the Yuan family's Nascent Soul cultivators, the thunder tribulation would only come three breaths after one had survived the Yin Fire Tribulation.

But he had just driven the Zhuyan True Fire to devour the last wisp of Yin Fire, and before he had a moment to catch his breath, the thunder of disaster struck. If any other cultivator were here, they would definitely not be able to cope with it.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and Kunpeng, which was swimming in the sea of ​​true energy, suddenly let out a long roar, soared into the sky, opened its mouth and sucked, and the thunder that was striking towards the Nascent Soul was bent in the middle and swallowed by it.

The situation was urgent, so he could only use his devouring power to let Kunpeng swallow the thunder.

Fortunately, the power of this first thunderbolt was not too great. After being swallowed by Kunpeng, the dark body only turned silver-white. It did not reach the upper limit of what it could bear, and there was still some power left.

Chen Yuan immediately drove his Nascent Soul into the sea of ​​true essence and hid himself.

This is the best way to deal with the heavenly thunder. The thunder can destroy everything, and any formation or magical power will be useless.

This is the punishment from heaven and earth for cultivators who go against the will of heaven. They can only rely on their own strength to endure it. Only the magic weapon that is connected to the cultivator's heart and blood can withstand the thunder. Then there is the pure true essence that can dissipate the thunder.

Chen Yuan does not have his own magic weapon, but he has refined two kinds of true spirit blood. Zhu Yan and Kunpeng can help him overcome the tribulation, and the rest depends on the sea of ​​true essence.

Boom!

The first thunderbolt had just been swallowed by Kunpeng when the second thunderbolt came.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, Kunpeng retreated, Zhu Yan stepped forward, beat his chest and roared, his whole body wrapped in white flames, and punched out.

The second thunderbolt was much more powerful. When it struck Zhu Yan, a small part of him was burned by the white flame. The remaining electric arc was enough to make Zhu Yan's hair burnt black and bleed profusely.

Zhu Yan was seriously injured, but he still roared, his eyes were fierce and fierce, and he was eager to fight.

Zhu Yan's way of killing is the most vicious among all the true spirits!

Boom!

The third thunderbolt struck immediately after, with even greater power. Zhu Yan wanted to meet it but was stopped by Chen Yuan. Kunpeng opened his huge mouth and swallowed the thunderbolt.

Although he refined these two kinds of true spirit blood, the true spirit phantom still has some spirituality, just like a magic weapon, the higher the level, the more spiritual it is.

After Kunpeng swallowed this calamity thunder, the silver-white color of his body became brighter and brighter, almost covering up the original darkness.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled. Kunpeng could only swallow one more thunderbolt, and that would be his limit.

When Kunpeng swallowed the thunder, Zhu Yan roared, clasped his hands together, and the white flames on his body surged and gathered into a ball, then slowly stretched out and turned into a giant flaming axe several feet long. Boom!

The fourth thunderbolt fell without any pause.

Zhu Yan roared, grasped the giant flaming axe with both hands, and swung it hard!
It was unclear whether it was the calamity lightning that struck the giant flaming axe, or the giant flaming axe that struck the calamity lightning. The two collided heavily with each other, and the calamity lightning broke in the middle, like a giant python broken into two pieces, one piece fell into the sea of ​​true essence, and the other fell on Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan was bathed in lightning, and his injuries became even more serious, but he didn't care. He held the giant flaming axe in one hand and roared to the sky.

After the calamity thunder fell into the sea of ​​true essence, the sea level suddenly dropped, at least one tenth of the true essence was wiped out, but the calamity thunder also disappeared into thin air.

Boom! Boom!
The fifth and sixth thunders came almost at the same time. Zhu Yan faced them fearlessly, swinging the giant flaming axe and splitting both thunders in half.

The thunderbolt fell on Zhu Yan, and his injuries became even more serious, almost to the point of death.

Two thunders of catastrophe fell into the sea of ​​true essence, and another 20% of the true essence was destroyed.

Zhu Yan lowered his head, opened his mouth and sucked. A huge wave of true energy rose up and poured into his mouth.

Zhu Yan's injuries immediately healed as before, his white hair was like snow, and was surrounded by Zhu Yan's true fire.

However, the level of the True Essence Sea dropped again, and Chen Yuan only had 30% of his True Essence left to resist the remaining thunder tribulation.

The only good news was that the seventh thunder did not fall immediately, and Chen Yuan finally had a brief respite.

At the same time, outside Chen Yuan's cave, the scene had turned into a doomsday scene.

Within a hundred miles of Wanzhu Peak, dark clouds piled up like mountains.

The sunlight was completely blocked, night fell early, and it was pitch dark.

The low-level cultivators had already retreated hundreds of miles away, and only the Nascent Soul elders gathered around Wanzhu Peak.

All the Nascent Soul elders who had not yet entered seclusion or gone out were alarmed and gathered here.

Mr. Qingliu and Elder Yan were among them. Zhang Wushan followed beside Mr. Qingliu. Yan Tongchun and Elder Yan stood together. They were all silent, staring at the top of Wanzhu Peak.

Only Yang Liqian's roar spread: "Chen Yuan, I swear to kill you!"

Just now, the thunderclouds that spread over more than eighty miles suddenly stagnated, and then a giant dragon-like thunderbolt fell directly on the top of Wanzhu Peak. The thunder spread over a hundred miles, as if the world was roaring.

The dazzling silver light illuminated the earth, and the graceful thunder from the sky was deeply imprinted in the pupils of all the cultivators.

The next moment, thunderclouds suddenly spread to an area of ​​hundreds of miles. The darkness cast by the dark clouds suddenly expanded, greedily devouring the light.

Most of the Haoran Sect's mountain gate was covered by thunderclouds.

Then came bolts of lightning, each one faster and more violent than the last. But after landing on the top of Wanzhu Peak, they suddenly disappeared without destroying even a single flower, blade of grass, stone or bamboo.

Everyone knew that these thunders had entered Chen Yuan's body, and his dantian must have been turned upside down.

Until the sixth thunderbolt fell, the heavenly thunderbolt stopped temporarily.

The dark clouds above Wanzhu Peak emitted arcs of electricity, which slowly spun and transformed into a vortex composed entirely of lightning.

Wanzhu Peak remained intact under the thunder, but other surrounding peaks suffered.

A large amount of thunder power gathered in the hundred-mile thundercloud. In addition to mixing with the power of heavenly tribulation and striking Chen Yuan, a lot of thunder power overflowed and formed heavenly thunder that did not contain the power of heavenly tribulation and fell down.

Only the thunder that contains the power of heavenly calamity will not harm anything but only strike the Nascent Soul.

These ordinary heavenly thunders did not dare to compete with the thunders of disaster and fell aimlessly. The mountains within ten miles around Wanzhu Peak collapsed, the grass and trees were broken, and the whole place was in a mess.

The only two thousand-foot-high peaks attracted the most heavenly thunder and suffered the heaviest damage.

The formation set up by Yang Liqian and another Nascent Soul elder was destroyed by the continuous thunder. The top of the mountain was almost flattened and the cave was completely destroyed.

The power of these heavenly thunders is not too great, and each one is only equivalent to a strike from a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

But inside the mountain gate, no one would set up the Nascent Soul Formation; they would only guard the cave.

The formation outside the two people's cave can only resist Jindan cultivators, and its main purpose is to block the detection of spiritual consciousness to avoid being disturbed during retreat.

Under the endless thunder, the formation was quickly broken, the cave collapsed, and everything in the cave was destroyed by the thunder.

Of course, the truly valuable treasure must be placed in the mustard seed ring, but the destruction of the cave was a severe blow to the face of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and Yang Liqian was furious.

But he was just furious, but did not dare to really kill Chen Yuan. Instead, he stopped dozens of miles away and did not dare to get close even a step.

Before the calamity clouds disperse, if a Nascent Soul cultivator dares to approach Wanzhu Peak, he will immediately be targeted by the heavenly calamity and struck by calamity thunder, and will surely die.

The other Nascent Soul elder whose cave was destroyed was slightly better, but his face was also extremely gloomy. He stared at Wanzhu Peak and was obviously in a very bad mood.

But everyone else was shocked, especially the Nascent Soul elders.

They had never heard that a cultivator could condense a hundred miles of calamity clouds when forming an infant.

Is Chen Yuan really just a casual cultivator?

Even the true disciples of the ten major sects do not have such a background!
At this moment, the vortex of lightning above Wanzhu Peak suddenly paused, and the silver electric arc condensed into a thunderbolt, which came down with a bang, like a silver spear, piercing straight into Chen Yuan's cave!

The bright lightning reflected in Yang Liqian's pupils, and he finally calmed down.

He thought about the time when he was forming his infant body and he almost died from nine heavenly thunder tribulations. Whenever he thinks about it now, he still feels a lingering fear.

The calamity cloud that Chen Yuan attracted was five times wider than his own. This seventh calamity thunder was much more violent than his ninth calamity thunder.

He didn't believe that Chen Yuan could survive the heavenly thunder tribulation. No one could survive such a heavenly thunder tribulation.

He doesn't need to be angry, heaven and earth will naturally punish Chen Yuan.

……

There was not a single intact hair on Zhu Yan's body, and he had lost a leg and an arm.

It opened its mouth and sucked in a huge amount of true energy like a tornado. All its injuries were healed. It beat its chest and roared, with murderous aura rising to the sky.

But its originally solid body became much more illusory.

The level of the True Essence Sea dropped again. Chen Yuan had just blocked the seventh thunderbolt, and only 15% of his True Essence was left.

The eighth thunder did not fall immediately. Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense and saw the vortex above Wanzhu Peak.

This world seemed to know that the endless thunder could not do anything to Chen Yuan, so it accumulated strength first and then brought it down in one go.

Suddenly, the vortex paused, and the eighth thunderbolt descended, like a silver dragon descending into the world. The lightning was extremely bright, illuminating the dark earth in every detail.

The silver dragon passed through the thick stone wall, passed through Chen Yuan's body, and entered his dantian.

Zhu Yan was not afraid at all. He grabbed the long handle of the flaming axe with both hands. Fire snakes coiled around the blade and he swung it up fiercely with a roar!

But the silver dragon looked down on everything, Zhu Yan flew backwards, the giant axe disintegrated into a ball of white flame, his body was entangled in electric light, and he let out a painful roar.

The silver dragon was only weakened a little and fell into the sea of ​​true energy like a meteorite falling from the sky, causing huge waves. The pure true energy and the lightning annihilated each other, and the sea level dropped sharply.

When the silver dragon died, the sea of ​​true essence almost disappeared.

Only less than 10% of the true energy in Chen Yuan's body remained.

Zhu Yan stopped absorbing true energy. It dragged its wounded body and looked up at the sky, which seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier of its dantian, penetrate the thick mountain wall, and see the vortex of lightning above Wanzhu Peak.

It roared to the sky, its fighting spirit not diminished in the slightest.

The vortex of lightning was spinning slowly, gradually shrinking and dimming, and condensing into a ray of lightning.

Compared with the eighth silver dragon-like thunder, the ninth thunder was much smaller, only as thick as a child's arm, and not bright enough.

But the pressure contained in it is twice that of the eighth thunder.

The Nascent Soul elders dozens of miles away all retreated, all the way to the edge of the calamity cloud, before they stopped.

They all felt the terrifying aura of the ninth thunderbolt, which was the most violent rage in this world, and the most severe judgment and punishment!

Boom!

The ninth thunderbolt descended, and the sound of thunder spread throughout the entire Haoran Sect’s mountain gate.

In Chen Yuan's dantian, Zhu Yan was the first to meet it.

It only blocked for a moment before its body fell apart.

Kunpeng opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath. Half of the ninth thunderbolt was swallowed by him.

Kunpeng was covered in dazzling silver light, and his devouring ability had reached its limit.

It flapped its wings, and a pitch-black crack appeared in front of the ninth thunderbolt. The thunderbolt entered the crack and broke it open again, leaving less than 30% of it.

Kunpeng let out a long, desolate cry, flapped his wings, teleported in front of the thunder, and collided with it.

The next moment, Kunpeng's body collapsed, and less than 20% of the thunder remained, falling into the thin sea of ​​true essence.

The true essence and lightning were madly destroyed, and the sea level dropped at an alarming speed, revealing the Nascent Soul hidden in it.

As the last drop of true essence evaporated, the lightning also dissipated.

The sea of ​​true energy dried up, and Zhu Yan and Kunpeng condensed again, their figures becoming as illusory as smoke.

Above Wanzhu Peak, the dark clouds slowly dissipated and the sun shone on the earth again.

The second disaster, the heavenly thunder disaster, was successfully overcome.

The next moment, a blue river formed entirely of spiritual energy fell from the sky, passed through the stone wall, and wrapped around Chen Yuan.

Successfully overcome the tribulation, and rain will fall from the sky!
Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

When heaven and earth are angry and send down disasters, they will also send down dew.

Rich spiritual energy poured into Chen Yuan's dantian, and his true energy sea quickly became full. Zhu Yan and Kunpeng's bodies also became solid again, growing to a size of two hundred feet.

Chen Yuan's blood and vitality that were burned by the Yin Fire quickly recovered, and his body was even strengthened a little bit.

He let out a long breath, a surge of ecstasy surged in his heart, and he laughed out loud. He had finally formed a Nascent Soul! (End of this chapter)