Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

No one noticed Gu Zu's gaze, nor did they notice that just after Chen Yuan killed the elk monster, two more monsters surrounded him.

After Gu Zu successfully launched a sneak attack on Daoxuan, the situation on the battle changed again.

Daoxuan was seriously injured, and the two level ten monsters had no opponents and rushed towards other Nascent Soul cultivators.

Although they were also injured by the thunder and fire, and Gu Zu did not hold back at all, the monsters and monsters were just as strong, so their injuries were not serious and they still had the strength to fight.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhang flipped his hand and summoned a river of blood, a hundred feet long. The bloody aura rose into the sky, even suppressing the demonic aura in the sky.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. This was the Blood Spirit Sect's most precious treasure, the Blood River. Over tens of thousands of years, it had condensed the blood and essence of countless monsters and cultivators.

The monks of the Blood Spirit Sect can use this to condense blood spirits, claiming that the blood river is inexhaustible and the blood spirits are immortal.

Yan Zhang raised his hand and made a gesture, condensing twelve blood spirits, which rushed towards the two level ten monsters under the thunder and fire of heaven and earth, and stopped them.

The twelve blood spirits may not seem like many in number, but each one is extremely condensed and lifelike, except that they have no faces. Their strength is comparable to that of an early Nascent Soul cultivator, and they are not much inferior to the two level ten monsters joining forces.

Only the great monks of the Blood Spirit Sect can condense a blood spirit of this level.

Previously, when Yan Zhang fought against a level ten monster, he only released twelve of them, which was all he had.

If the situation was not critical and the Blood River had not come to his aid, he would never have released the twelve blood spirits again.

The Blood River is the Blood Spirit Sect's fundamental foundation, and every bit of blood and essence must be consumed with extreme caution.

Long Pokong took the initiative to grab the level 10 monster in front of Chu Xiao and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Chu, Fellow Daoxuan is seriously injured, so Gu Zu must be on guard. Please go and provide some assistance."

Chu Xiao did not refuse. He immediately raised his hand and made a gesture. In a flash, he came to Daoxuan's side. The magic gesture in his hand changed, and he used the technique of locking the heaven and earth, locking the area a hundred feet around him to prevent Gu Zu from attacking again.

Daoxuan didn't care about anything around him. He just stared at Gu Zuo and asked again, "Junior Brother Gu, why did you do this?"

Chu Xiao advised: "Daoxuan, you are too seriously injured. You can't delay."

The short black thorn pierced into the vital point on Daoxuan's back, emitting a trace of demonic energy that lingered around Daoxuan. His face became increasingly gray and withered, like a dying old mortal.

After hearing this, Daoxuan took out a healing pill from the mustard seed ring and swallowed it.

Gu Zu retracted his gaze from Chen Yuan and said calmly, "Nothing else, just for the sake of immortality."

Daoxuan swallowed two more pills, each of which was a precious pill filled with spiritual mist, but they had no effect on his injuries at all.

When spiritual energy enters the body, demonic energy will surge out from the meridians and devour the spiritual energy, leaving no trace.

Daoxuan finally gave up taking the elixir to heal his wounds and slowly closed his eyes: "But the Demon Lord promised you the way to immortality?"

Gu Zu bowed his head and said, "Brother, you have a good eye. I have to do this in order to seek immortality. This is not my original intention. I hope you will forgive me..."

"Shut up!" Elder Zhou shouted angrily, "Gu Zu, you old thief, you actually betrayed the sect for your own selfish reasons, and you betrayed your master and ancestors. You deserve to die!"

Lu Hong was stunned, even forgetting about the monster in front of him. He looked at Gu Zu in despair: "Brother Gu, how could you kill your fellow disciples?"

The other Tianxuan Sect elders either cursed or were in disbelief. Their distraction caused great chaos in the battle, and a Nascent Soul cultivator was seriously injured.

Chu Xiao said coldly: "You are all Nascent Soul cultivators. Where have you cultivated for hundreds of years? Concentrate on fighting the enemy and don't be distracted!"

The Tianxuan Sect elder then calmed down, but the sadness and anger in his eyes were still difficult to conceal.

Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes at this time, and the anger in his eyes was gone.

He bowed to Chu Xiao, Yan Zhang, Long Pokong and the others, and whispered: "I failed to discipline my disciples properly, which led to the emergence of such a scum in the sect, delaying the great plan of the Nine Sects. I hope you will forgive me." Chu Xiao stared at Gu Zu with a frown, "Why do you have to do this, fellow Taoist? Who would have thought that a great cultivator would betray the sect?"

"Fellow Daoist Gu, who exactly is that Demon Lord? What kind of promise did he make to you that made you cut yourself off from the sect and the human race? Could it be... that he was helping you break through to the God Transformation Realm?"

Gu Zu shook his head slightly: "Just breaking through to the God Transformation stage is nothing but a dead end. The Demon Lord can help me ascend to another world, escape from the cage, and seek immortality."

"Ahem!" Daoxuan coughed twice, his face full of sorrow, "Junior Brother Gu, others may not know, but do you not know?"

"Since ancient times, the world has changed drastically, and the path to ascension has been cut off. The Demon Lord must be lying to you. How can you believe such nonsense?"

Gu Zu said calmly: "Brother, you don't understand..."

"Fellow Daoxuan, is the path to ascension really cut off?" Yan Zhang suddenly asked.

He used the blood river as his support and commanded twenty-four blood spirits to block three level ten monsters with ease.

However, the blood river was consumed very quickly as a result. The river water turned into wisps of blood vapor, evaporating, and the bloody smell spread, making people sick.

If a low-level cultivator were to be infected by the blood energy here, all the blood and essence in his body would be drawn out and thrown into the blood river.

Daoxuan hesitated for a moment and replied, "The founder of our sect said that the path to ascension has been cut off, and the path to incarnation... has also been cut off. For you younger generations, becoming a great cultivator is the end, so don't... don't have any unreasonable expectations."

Yan Zhang's eyes fixed, but Long Pokong, Chu Xiao, Sect Master Wei, and Sect Master Hong all looked calm.

Long Pokong sneered and said, "Even if the path to ascension is not cut off, it doesn't matter. Donghua Continent has not had a Divine Transformation cultivator for tens of thousands of years, so how can we talk about ascension? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Yan still has the intention of ascending to the spirit world?"

Yan Zhang said without hesitation: "Of course, as a cultivator of my generation, we don't think about immortality, so what do we seek?"

Long Pokong was stunned, his smile disappeared, he raised his hand and used a magical power to force back the two level ten monsters, and said no more.

Chen Yuan was fighting with two level eight monsters. Hearing this, his heart tightened.

But then he remembered the well-known demon cultivator who had transformed into a god in the Southern Province of the Nine Immortal Continent, and he felt relieved again.

Donghuazhou cannot ascend, but that does not mean Jiuxianzhou cannot ascend.

Gu Zu looked at Yan Zhang deeply and pointed. The mouth of the Thunder Fire Gourd slowly turned and aimed at Chu Xiao. The electric arc flame flashed and was about to burst out.

Chu Xiao smiled coldly, and took out a big knife with a coiled dragon carved on it. It was about two meters long and looked very majestic. It looked quite funny when placed in front of Chu Xiao.

But no one dared to laugh at Chu Xiao, because everyone knew that this was the inherited treasure of Jiangxian Mountain, the top-level magic weapon Panlong Sword.

She pointed at one point and shouted, "Behead!"

A golden dragon flew out from the blade, roared towards the sky, wrapped around the Panlong blade, and slashed straight towards Gu Zu.

Gu Zu did not dare to delay. He took out the rusty iron round shield and held it in front of him. The thunder and fire gourd flashed, and thunder and fire from the sky and earth gushed out.

clang!
The Panlong sword slashed on the iron round shield, leaving a deep mark, but ultimately failed to penetrate it directly.

The thunder and fire swept in, forcing Chu Xiao to use his magical powers to resist.

At this moment, Gu Zu's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away, took out a pitch-black round bead, and threw it at Mo Daoyu who was fighting the monster! (End of this chapter)