Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The cultivator surnamed Han was startled, then he smiled and said, "It is Han who is rude, I hope Fellow Daoist Chen does not mind."

He spoke politely, but his face showed displeasure.

Xiao Chengmo glanced at Chen Yuan, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

If you don't want to take action, then you don't want to take action. How can it be said that it is "inconvenient to take action"?
When the beasts attack the city, no matter what they think in their hearts, the monks in the city should stick together.

As a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, Chen Yuan should not be a stupid person, but he chose to stand by and watch, which made Xiao Chengmo quite disdainful.

But Chen Yuan's cultivation level was there, so he would not criticize him in person.

Moreover, Chen Yuan was a cultivator from another state after all, and if he was unwilling to resist the beast tide, others could not say anything.

After this incident, the cultivator surnamed Han no longer paid attention to Chen Yuan, and instead bowed to Xiao Chengmo and Wei Zhushi: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, Fellow Daoist Wei, the beast tide is about to attack the city, please follow me."

Xiao Chengmo nodded slightly, while Wei, the chief, secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm sorry to leave you. If you need any more information about the transformed demon king, I'll be waiting for you at Bingling Pavilion when the beast tide stops."

He also thought that Chen Yuan's choice was inappropriate. When the nest is overturned, all the eggs will remain intact. At this moment, they should work together to resist the beast tide.

But as the head of Bingling Pavilion, he only wanted to make a deal with Chen Yuan. As for what would happen to Chen Yuan in the future, he didn't care.

However, it seemed a bit strange that Chen Yuan, a Jindan cultivator, wanted to find out the news about the transformed demon king.

However, this is Chen Yuan's business, and Wei will not pry into it.

……

Xiao Chengmo and the other two rode on their flying lights and flew towards the north of the city.

In the market town, cultivators rode on their lights and flew into the sky under the leadership of the foundation-building cultivator of Guanlan Sect.

There were even more Qi-refining monks who used the art of lightening their bodies and ran towards the city walls on all sides.

Chen Yuan watched the three people go away, smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the market, and rented a cave.

The caves in Shuofeng City are all courtyards. Chen Yuan spent ten medium-grade spirit stones to rent the best Tianzi cave, the concentration of spiritual energy in which is comparable to that of a small spirit vein.

When he walked into the cave he had just rented, the beast tide had already arrived at the foot of Shuofeng City.

Endless monsters crashed into the tall and majestic walls of Shuofeng City. They displayed all kinds of strange and bizarre talents and magical powers. Their eyes were red, and they leaped up like crazy and rushed to the top of the city, just like the waves crashing into the rocks, stirring up waves all over the sky.

There were also falcons in the sky with their wings spread, swooping down in the snowstorm. Their sharp claws reflected an iron-like cold light under the light of the torches.

These low-level monsters, which had low intelligence to begin with, seemed to become even more stupid under the blowing of the cold wind from the ice field. Led by the high-level monsters, they attacked the fortified city tirelessly, fearless of death.

After seeing the seemingly endless first-level monsters, the Hanzhou cultivators realized that the seemingly desolate and barren ice field was actually so full of vitality.

But although the beast tide was fierce, the human cultivators did not retreat a single step.

The tall city walls delayed the attacks of many monsters. The Qi-refining monks controlled various magical instruments and cast spells. Sharp blades, sword lights, ice spikes, rocks, fire snakes and black rain fell from the sky and hit them head-on.

Occasionally, monsters would attack the city, but strong soldiers would hold refined weapons, form battle formations, and cooperate with the Qi-refining monks to cut those that escaped the net into pieces with their swords.

Although these strong soldiers have no spiritual roots, they are very successful in martial arts and are all innate warriors, equivalent to the third level of Qi Refining cultivators.

They hold weapons that have been tempered hundreds of times and are infused with true energy, which can pose a considerable threat to lower-level monsters of the first level.

Several people joined hands and formed a formation, which could even deal with a first-level intermediate monster.

The more powerful first-level upper-class monsters will be left to the cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage to deal with.

The battle between first-level monsters and mortal warriors and Qi-refining cultivators is the mainstream of the beast tide. When it comes to second-level monsters and foundation-building cultivators, their numbers are much reduced.

Foundation-building cultivators would only deal with monsters of the same level, especially those recruited by the Guanlan Sect, and would ignore level one monsters.

Even if the Qi-refining cultivators and mortal warriors around them died in the mouths of these first-level monsters, they would not even look at them.

The materials on the body of a first-level monster are of too low value to be noticed by foundation-building cultivators, and are not worth wasting their time on.

There were only some foundation-building monks from the Guanlan Sect who specialized in dealing with those first-level monsters that broke through the defense line, checking for loopholes and filling in the gaps to maintain the formation.

When a Jindan cultivator fights against a monster beast of level five or above, he either flies away from the city walls and into the sky, or goes deep into the wilderness. Within a thousand feet radius, low-level monster beasts dare not approach.

In this beast tide, there were as many as fifty monsters above level five, while there were only more than thirty Jindan cultivators, which was far outnumbered.

But every Jindan cultivator can control magic weapons and perform magical spells.

Among these monsters, most of them are of mediocre bloodline. They can only rely on their strong monster bodies and a few kinds of innate magical powers to fight the enemies, and are always at a disadvantage.

Soon, several level five monsters were killed and a level six monster was seriously injured.

There are only a few monsters with powerful bloodlines and amazing magical powers, and they are rarely rivaled.

Among them, the four most eye-catching seventh-level monsters are a blue eagle, a ten-meter-long giant python with white scales and blood-red eyes, a snow-white violent bear, and a ferocious black giant tiger.

The eagle and the giant python were suppressing a late Jindan cultivator respectively. The cultivator surnamed Han could only hold on tightly in front of the snow-white violent bear, while the black giant tiger was even more ferocious. After a few rounds, it killed a late Jindan elder of the Guanlan Sect.

There were only eight late Jindan cultivators participating in the battle.

One person died, leaving only seven people, but there were eleven level seven monsters, and the defense line was in danger.

Low-level monsters and Qi-refining monks fought desperately, and dozens of monks and monsters died every moment, but the impact on the battle situation was not as great as the death of a late-stage Jindan monk.

At this critical moment, Xiao Chengmo stepped forward.

He brute forcefully killed a level seven demon beast, then used three ice-attributed magical powers in succession to suppress the giant black tiger, and stabilized the defense line again.

Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou did not fight each other, but just faced each other from a distance across the formation.

Although Tang Daozhou was seriously injured, he had the formation to rely on. As long as he did not leave Shuofeng City on his own initiative, Xiong Lie would not attack him.

Neither of them attacked the low-level cultivators and monsters. This was the rule set by the Ice Dragon King and successive Ice Spirit Sect masters. Nascent Soul cultivators and transformed monster kings were not allowed to arbitrarily interfere in fights between cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage.

In order to pass on their heritage, the human clans and families naturally do not want to see low-level cultivators being slaughtered by demon kings, and they never violate this rule.

The demon king has a brutal temperament. There was once a demon king who slaughtered low-level cultivators on a large scale, but was immediately executed by the Ice Dragon King.

It is said that it was the Weizhou Blood Flame Sect that put pressure on the Ice Dragon King, so he had to take action himself and kill the demon king who violated the rules.

Weizhou is just south of Hanzhou, and the Blood Flame Sect is one of the top ten sects, a behemoth with a history of tens of thousands of years.

The cultivators of Hanzhou believed that the Blood Flame Sect had no intention of governing the barren Hanzhou, but also did not want Hanzhou to be completely occupied by the monster clan and invade Weizhou, so they supported the Bingling Sect to fight against the monster clan.

Xiong Lie's white hair fluttered in the cold wind. His face was no longer furious. He stared at Tang Daozhou and said, "The next beast tide will come in fifty years at the latest."

"I will mobilize all my men to attack with all their might. I want to see how long Shuofeng City can hold out. Will you abandon Guanlan Sect for the sake of Hanchi grass?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Daozhou's already pale face became even uglier and he coughed violently twice.

The demon clan was fighting fiercely among themselves. In the past beast tides, the transformed demon kings did not want to see too many demon beasts under their command killed or injured, so they would not attack the seven major cities at all costs. They were more willing to attack the cities built by small sects and families.

The last time a fortified city built by a medium-sized sect was breached was more than nine hundred years ago.

There were three transformed demon kings who joined forces to attack a city. The beast tide they set off was boundless and lasted for three months, completely submerging the city and destroying the medium-sized sect.

Xiong Lie might not be able to capture Shuofeng City on his own.

But if Shuofeng City loses too much strength in this beast tide, how can it protect itself in the next beast tide?
Tang Daozhou spread his spiritual sense and saw a Qi Refining disciple who had his throat scratched by an ice wolf's claws and fell limply.

A giant purple eagle, about ten feet long, flapped its wings and several dark purple ice blades flew out, cutting a foundation-building cultivator who was unable to dodge in time into two pieces.

There was also a cultivator in the early Jindan stage who was fighting with a toad that seemed to be condensed from ice.

A transparent tongue hundreds of feet long came out of the toad's mouth. It was as fast as lightning and extremely tough.

The cultivator in the early Jindan stage was exhausted from dealing with the situation and was in a mess. He was careless and his arm was entangled by the long tongue, which broke it apart, causing him to let out a scream.

The number of mortal soldiers who died was countless. Even though they tried their best, they could only barely contend with a level one intermediate monster.

After all, a warrior is just a warrior. He has no spiritual awareness, cannot control magical weapons, and cannot cast spells. It is extremely risky to fight in close combat with powerful monsters.

As long as the monsters break through the formation, these mortal warriors will be dead.

Tang Daozhou took a deep breath, withdrew his spiritual sense, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

Relying on the protection of the formation, the number of monsters that died was far greater than that of human cultivators, especially the low-level monsters that were fearless and extremely crazy.

But when the monster dies, there will also be cultivators buried with it, most of whom are from the Guanlan Sect.

The other monks were recruited by Guanlan Sect to defend against the beast tide for the sake of their own lives and spiritual stone materials.

The monks of Guanlan Sect have to guard the entire Shuofeng City, especially those Qi-refining monks and mortal warriors. In order to protect their families behind them, they will fight to the death and never retreat.

With every mortal and cultivator who dies, the foundation of Shuofeng City will be damaged, and the danger in the next beast tide will increase.

Tang Daozhou felt a little hesitant.

But when he thought about breaking through the mid-term bottleneck by refining the mature Hanchi grass into pills, his heart became as hard as iron.

He stared at Xiong Lie and said coldly: "I will accompany you to the end!"

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged in the training room in the courtyard, spreading his spiritual sense to take in the entire situation of the beast tide.

He heard the conversation between Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou. It seemed that this beast tide would last for quite some time.

Xiong Lie was determined to get the Hanchi grass, and Tang Daozhou would never hand it over.

Thousands and thousands of monsters and monks became pawns of the two men.

This is a Yuanying cultivator, who can turn his hand to make clouds and turn it again to make rain. He raises an army out of anger and starts a war out of resentment.

Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes. Fortunately, he was also a Nascent Soul cultivator and had transformed from a chess piece to a chess player.

……

The beast tide lasted for three days and three nights before it retreated, leaving behind the corpses of monsters all over the ground.

The resistance of the human monks also lasted for three days and three nights, and low-level monks and mortal warriors suffered heavy casualties.

Xiong Lie was determined to kill, and did not hold back even a bit. This beast tide was extremely ferocious, and there were many casualties among the Foundation Establishment cultivators, and even five Jindan cultivators died.

Of course, relying on the protection of the formation, the number of dead monsters will be only more than that of cultivators.

More than a dozen monsters above level five were killed.

The casualties among monsters below level five were countless.

But except for the first day of fighting, in which a level seven monster and a late Jindan cultivator died, in the remaining two days, the level seven monsters and late Jindan cultivators on both sides just fought in a stalemate, and no casualties occurred.

When one’s cultivation reaches this level, it is easy to determine victory or defeat, but it is difficult to determine life or death.

The black giant tiger and Xiao Chengmo both targeted the weakest late Jindan cultivators and level seven monsters in the enemy's formation in order to achieve their goal in one fell swoop.

After the two fought, Xiao Chengmo firmly suppressed the black giant tiger, but he was unable to kill it.

The same was true for the other three extremely ferocious level seven monsters. The cultivator surnamed Han could only hold on hard in front of the snow-white violent bear, but he would not be defeated for the time being.

The blue giant eagle and the giant python with white scales and blood-red eyes are inferior in strength, but they have the upper hand. Three days is not enough to determine the winner.

But the monsters could not continue their attack endlessly. After three days and three nights, they still could not break through the defense line of the human monks, and their offensive had become weak.

At Xiong Lie's command, the monsters came like a tide and retreated like a tide.

But this is not the end. The monsters are still besieging Shuofeng City. After a temporary rest, they will continue to attack.

The low-level cultivators and mortal warriors who survived the disaster stood on the city wall, staring at the monsters roaming in the distance, breathing heavily.

Behind them, teams of mortals quickly walked up the city wall, carrying corpses and cleaning the city towers.

They were all warriors below the innate level, all under thirty years old, and had never experienced a beast tide.

Looking at the broken arms and legs and blood all over the ground, almost everyone's face turned pale. Some people vomited continuously, and some were so scared that they ran down the city wall screaming.

But under the severe rebuke of the captain, they could only suppress the fear and nausea in their hearts and clean up the battlefield. Those who were frightened were tied up, gagged with cotton cloth, and sent to the bottom of the city wall to avoid disrupting morale.

In the sky, the Foundation Establishment cultivators and Core Formation cultivators of Guanlan Sect were patrolling everywhere, guarding against sudden attacks from monsters.

They had just fought with monsters for three days and three nights and were very tired, but they could only rest in batches.

Those monks who came to help in the battle have all returned to the caves outside Shuofengfang City to meditate and rest.

Xiong Lie and Tang Daozhou had already left, and Shuofeng City had not yet been breached, so it was not the time for Xiong Lie to take action.

Tang Dao was seriously injured all over, and it was impossible for him to leave the formation and fight with Xiong Lie.

When the beast tide recedes, there are generally two situations. One is that the low-level monsters are unable to break through the human defense line, and the other is that the Nascent Soul cultivators repel the transformed monster king, and the beast tide can only retreat with them.

Although Nascent Soul cultivators and transformed demon kings cannot interfere in fights below the Nascent Soul stage at will, if a tide of beasts breaks through a city, the Nascent Soul cultivators can take action at will.

Since even the shapeshifting demon king was no match for them, the beast tide could only retreat. But correspondingly, once the city was breached, the shapeshifting demon king could also attack low-level cultivators. If the Nascent Soul cultivators were defeated, the low-level cultivators could only wait to be killed.

The cultivators in Shuofeng City all saw that Tang Daozhou returned seriously injured and was no match for Xiong Lie.

Only by blocking the attacks of the monsters can the beast tide recede.

If the defense line is breached and Xiong Lie takes action, no monk in the city will survive.

The fierce battle over the past three days was only the beginning. The low-level monsters were still endless, and the monks in Shuofeng City did not suffer much loss.

The real bloody battle is yet to come.

As the beast tide receded, the heavy snow stopped, the strong wind died down, and the dark clouds dissipated.

The night sky in Hanzhou is like black crystal, clear and transparent, clean without a trace of dust.

A brilliant galaxy poured down, and the sky and the earth seemed to have no boundaries, connected as one, as if you could touch the stars in the sky with your hand.

Chen Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the training room, slowly opened his eyes, and with a thought, he took out the jade pendant from the space in his body, stood up and walked to the yard.

The jade beads emitted a faint green light. Chen Yuan showed a look of joy. The stars in the sky seemed to be breathing and twinkled in unison.

The starlight gathered together and condensed into a dazzling silver beam of light, which fell from the sky and enveloped Chen Yuan.

A column of silver light penetrated the sky and earth, but no one noticed its existence.

Only Chen Yuan felt a warmth enveloping his whole body. He looked inside himself and saw countless silver spots of light merging into his limbs, bones, meridians, blood and flesh.

Fifty breaths later, the silver beam of light dimmed. Chen Yuan clenched his fists, and his body became stronger from the inside out.

Compared with Chen Yuan's original physical strength, this seems insignificant, but as it accumulates slowly, the effect will be stronger than any body-tempering elixir.

He spread out his spiritual sense, increasing the distance by ten feet. Compared with the range of spiritual sense that could cover two hundred miles, the improvement was negligible and could only be said to be better than nothing.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, put the jade pendant into the space inside his body, returned to the training room, sat cross-legged and meditated to restore his true energy.

In the Dantian, the level of the sea of ​​true essence dropped a bit, but it was not like before the formation of the infant. Every time the starlight was drawn into the body, the true essence would be completely exhausted.

This time, when the starlight infused his body, Chen Yuan only consumed 20% of his true energy.

More than a month ago, after Chen Yuan left the Chongde Mountains, he did not immediately set out for Hanzhou. Instead, he found a secluded place, took out the jade beads, and drew the starlight into his body.

Compared with the period before the formation of the infant, the duration of the starlight infusion has increased by ten breaths, and the power of the stars in the sky is more pure and rich.

Although the tempering effect of the Zhoutian star power seems weak now, Chen Yuan's physical body is now far superior to before. Although it can't be said to be comparable to a ninth-level monster, it is not far behind.

It is already extremely extraordinary that starlight infusion can have such an effect.

Half a month ago, Chen Run took out the jade pendant again, but failed to attract the starlight. He tried twice more and finally succeeded today.

Exactly one month had passed since he last drew starlight into his body.

It seems that after the formation of the infant, the interval of starlight infusion was extended to one month, and the duration increased to fifty breaths.

Chen Yuan was extremely satisfied with this. Although the interval was longer, the consumption of true essence was greatly reduced. It was ten times more difficult for a Nascent Soul cultivator to recover true essence than for a Core Forming cultivator.

Just like he was practicing his skills now, the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed into his body and was transformed into true essence bit by bit. It would take at least seven or eight days to fully recover.

This only consumed less than 30% of the true energy. If it was all used up, it would take more than a month to recover with only a small spiritual vein.

After a night, Chen Yuan's true energy only recovered a little.

He sighed softly, stopped practicing, stood up, left the courtyard and walked towards the market.

No wonder most of the Nascent Soul cultivators he had met before were in the early Nascent Soul stage, with only a few in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

It is so difficult for a Nascent Soul cultivator to just recover his true essence. If he wants to improve his cultivation, he can only rely on elixirs.

However, thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are extremely rare. Although Chen Yuan has had many adventures, he only has eight thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in his hand.

One of them is a thousand-year-old thunder palm, but it cannot be used to improve cultivation.

It is imaginable how difficult it is for other Nascent Soul cultivators to improve their cultivation, and breaking through the mid-term bottleneck is even more difficult.

Chen Yuan's sea of ​​true essence is thirty thousand feet in radius, three times that of the cultivators of the same level, and his true essence is more refined, so he needs more elixirs to improve his cultivation.

If he had not mastered the method of refining the Demon Yuan Pill, he might have become discouraged about his future path of cultivation.

As Chen Yuan's mind was flowing, he came all the way to the center of the market and stepped into the Bingling Pavilion.

With the arrival of the beast tide, the Shuofeng market became much more deserted, with most of the shops closed. Almost all the monks who participated in the war were recuperating from their injuries in their caves and restoring their true energy, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

But Bingling Pavilion is still open to welcome guests, but there are far fewer guests than before.

Chen Yuan did not wear a mask today. The female Qi-refining cultivator who was entertaining guests in the hall remembered that he stood with Wei, the Master, yesterday. She was a Jindan Zhenren, so she was very respectful and led him to the third floor to meet the old man who had established the foundation.

Both Master Wei and Xiao Chengmo were not there, so the old man who was building the foundation asked Chen Yuan to wait for a while and went to invite Master Wei in person.

About two quarters of an hour later, the old man who had built his foundation came back in and led Chen Yuan to the fourth floor.

Wei, who was sitting in the main seat, came to greet him and bowed: "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, Mr. Chen."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said, "It's okay. Fellow Daoist Wei has been fighting with monsters for three days and needs to recover his true energy. Is Fellow Daoist injured?"

Chief Wei shook his head and said, "Thanks to Elder Xiao's care, I am fine."

"It's a pity for Elder Zou from Guanlan Sect. His cultivation is one level higher than mine, but he was targeted by the Nether Tiger and died on the spot before he could last more than two rounds."

"What is the origin of this Nether Tiger? Why is it so ferocious?" There was a hint of curiosity in Chen Yuan's eyes.

Chief Wei said with lingering fear: "The Nether Tiger is a famous seventh-level monster under the command of the Xiong Lie Monster King. It is completely black and three meters long. It is said to have a trace of white tiger blood and is extremely powerful."

"In every beast tide, at least five cultivators in the late Jindan stage died under its claws."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly. He had not been in a state of meditation for the past three days. In addition to practicing, he separated a bit of his spiritual consciousness to observe the development of the beast tide. He understood exactly what Chief Wei said.

This Nether Tiger should be the giant black tiger. Its strength is indeed extraordinary, but if it is said that it has white tiger blood in its body, it is obviously a false rumor.

The black giant tiger was firmly suppressed by Xiao Chengmo. Although the strength displayed by Xiao Chengmo was not bad, it was not as good as that of the descendants of the true spirit like Kun Feng, and Ye Wendi who mastered the art of the life sword.

He may have hidden some tricks, but the black giant tiger can't get any advantage from him, and it is impossible for him to have the blood of the white tiger in his body.

The White Tiger True Spirit controls the Great Way of Gold, and is filled with murderous aura. It is a first-class True Spirit, and is in no way inferior to Zhu Yan and Kun Peng. The descendants of the White Tiger will not have only such strength.

While Chief Wei was speaking, he had been paying attention to Chen Yuan's expression. Seeing that his reaction was so calm, as if he didn't care at all about it, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He didn't know whether Chen Yuan was just being mysterious or really didn't take him seriously.

But the death of a late Jindan cultivator was a major event that was enough to alarm the sect master, even for the Bingling Sect.

Chen Yuan's expression was so indifferent that Wei Zhushi was puzzled. His previous contempt for Chen Yuan's refusal to take action to resist the beast tide quietly dissipated.

He took the initiative to get to the point: "Friend Chen, are you here to buy information?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "That's right, I need information about the transformed demon king on the ice field, I wonder how much Fellow Daoist Wei knows?"

Wei Zhushi smiled and said, "Looking at the entire Hanzhou, if our sect is second to none in terms of understanding of the demon race, we naturally have a deep understanding of the transformed demon kings. I wonder which transformed demon kings Fellow Daoist Chen wants to buy?"

Chen Yuan said: "The more detailed the news about all the transformed demon kings, the better."

Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is easy to deal with. Except for a few transformed demon kings who have never appeared in the beast tide, our sect knows about the news of other demon kings. It's just that the scope of the information you need is too wide, and it requires a lot of spirit stones..."

"Fellow Daoist Wei, just name your price."

"One hundred high-quality spirit stones and the information about the 90% transformed demon king of the ice field. I will present it to you immediately." The smile on Master Wei's face became even wider.

Chen Yuan frowned. This price was too low. He asked again, "Does it include the location of their cave?"

Wei Zhushi was surprised and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you want to hunt down these transformed demon kings?"

As soon as he said this, he realized that it was inappropriate, and quickly apologized with a smile: "I just made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, I have no right to comment on your actions."

"But the location of the transformed demon king's cave is their biggest secret, and our sect doesn't know it either."

Chen Yuan frowned even more tightly. No wonder Chief Wei asked for such a low price. This information did not include the cave of the transformed demon king, so its value was not high.

But this time he came to Hanzhou just to kill the Hanyu Lion, so he had to find out the location of its cave.

As for the caves of other transformed demon kings, they are used to prepare for hunting demon kings in the ice field in the future.

Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are hard to find, and Chen Yuan's true essence is exceptionally strong and pure. If he wants to improve his cultivation in the future, he will still have to rely on the Demon Yuan Pill.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, the transformed demon king of Hanzhou was a pill of demon essence that could improve his cultivation.

But Chief Wei actually didn't know the location of the caves of these transformed demon kings, especially the Cold Jade Lion, which made the situation a bit tricky.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wei, is it that your sect doesn't know this information, or that it won't sell it casually?"

Chief Wei smiled bitterly and said, "I am only the chief of the Shuofeng City branch. I am not clear about this as it involves the Transformed Demon King."

"You may want to ask Elder Xiao. He is a disciple of our sect's Grand Elder Ning Bing Zhenren, so he may know something."

Chen Yuan asked, "Thank you, Brother Wei, for clearing up my doubts. Where is Brother Xiao now?"

Wei, the chief, looked embarrassed. "Elder Xiao fought with the Nether Tiger for three days and three nights, and his energy was greatly depleted. He is currently meditating in seclusion to recover his energy and prepare for the next monster attack. I'm afraid he has no time to meet with you."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Well, let's wait until the beast tide is over, and then I will visit Fellow Daoist Xiao."

He stood up to say goodbye, and Chief Wei personally escorted him out of Bingling Pavilion.

……

Chen Yuan returned to the rented house and continued to meditate and practice to restore his true energy. At the same time, he did not forget to spread his spiritual consciousness and pay attention to the development of the beast tide.

The monster only rested for one day before continuing to attack the city, and it was even more ferocious than before.

Xiong Lie was hanging above the sky, his messy white hair fluttering in the wind, his snow-white cloak rustling in the cold wind. He lowered his head and looked down at Shuofeng City below with a cold expression.

Below him was a torrent of tens of thousands of monsters, sweeping in from all directions and submerging the entire Shuofeng City.

Shuofeng City is extremely large, with a radius of hundreds of miles, but the monsters are at least ten feet in size, far more ferocious than ordinary beasts.

This is just a first-level lower-level monster. The first-level mid-level monster, the first-level high-level monster, and even the second-level and third-level monsters are even larger.

The number of beasts seemed small, only tens of thousands, less than one-tenth of the mortals in Shuofeng City.

But when gathered together, they are overwhelming and seem endless.

The last time a beast tide attacked the city, thousands of monsters died, but most of them were lower-level first-grade monsters.

The beast tide seemed to have only shrunk slightly, but its offensive became even more fierce, making it even more difficult for humans to resist.

Xiong Lie was originally one of the most powerful eighth-level demon kings on the ice field. In the past few beast tides, not many of his demon beasts were killed or injured. Now that they came out in full force, they put great pressure on Shuofeng City.

If Xiao Chengmo had not happened to come to Shuofeng City and stopped the Nether Tiger, this monster would have joined forces with the snow-white violent bear and would have been unstoppable, and the defense line would have most likely been broken.

Another three days passed, and the monsters left behind thousands of corpses and retreated like a tide.

The casualties among human cultivators and mortal warriors were even more severe than before. The four walls of Shuofeng City were piled with broken corpses and twisted weapons.

The blood was cleaned up by the formation, but the originally black floor tiles were stained with a layer of dark red, and the smell of blood lingered for a long time.

But not a single wailing was heard from the city walls. In order to maintain morale, the wounded were not allowed to scream, and mortal warriors were not allowed to cry or wail. Violators would be severely punished.

Before leaving, Xiong Lie looked down at Shuofeng City, sneered, and said loudly: "Old Ghost Tang, for your own selfishness, you are willing to sacrifice the lives of all the cultivators in the city. You are a hundred times more cruel than monsters like us."

"I will give you one more chance. As long as you hand over the Frost Dragon Grass, I will retreat immediately. The next time there is a beast tide, I will never disturb Shuofeng City at all."

"But if you insist on not changing your ways, or dare to destroy the Frost Chi Grass, I will fight you to the death."

"Even if we fail this time, during the next beast tide, I will join forces with other demon kings to break through Shuofeng City and kill everyone in the city!"

His voice was like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Shuofeng City.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the monks in the city changed drastically, but no one dared to discuss the matter.

The spiritual awareness of a Nascent Soul cultivator is enough to cover the entire Shuofeng City.

Xiong Lie waited for a while, but Tang Daozhou never showed up.

He laughed and turned away.

After experiencing another great war, Shuofeng City returned to peace.

But the atmosphere in the city became much heavier.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he continued to meditate with his eyes closed, absorbing spiritual energy and restoring his true essence. (End of this chapter)