Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The wolf-shaped beast puppet had no intention of retreating, let alone fear, and immediately raised its claws to meet the attack.

Boom!

When the fists and claws collided, Chen Yuan and the wolf-shaped beast puppet both flew back dozens of feet.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled. The power of this wolf-shaped beast puppet was actually almost the same as when he used the nameless magical power. He did not gain any advantage.

Just as Chen Yuan stabilized his body, the wolf-shaped beast puppet opened its mouth and spurted out a blazing silver light column.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and the Qinglong Shield flew in front of him and blocked the attack, but a charred black was left on the surface.

Chen Yuan immediately drove the Feiyun Sword to slash at the wolf-shaped beast puppet, but only left a shallow mark on its back, without hurting the beast puppet at all.

At the same time, he rushed forward, swung his fist, and fought with the wolf-shaped beast puppet again. Still, no one gained any advantage. Under the huge recoil force, he flew back dozens of feet.

Chen Yuan immediately controlled the Feiyun Sword to strike out, but it was still in vain. The silver light beam sprayed by the wolf-shaped beast puppet made the Qinglong Shield burn black again, and the spiritual light became dimmer.

Chen Yuan sighed in his heart. This was his biggest shortcoming now. He could only fight in close combat and rely on his huge strength to fight against the Zhuyan True Fire. He lacked long-range attack methods.

"The Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" directly pointed to the road to becoming an immortal. It was extremely powerful, but it did not contain any magical powers. There were only a few secret methods, and one had to at least become a spirit to practice. How many magical powers could be used and how much power could be exerted depended on the true spirit blood refined by Chen Yuan.

And he only refined one kind of Zhuyan True Blood, and his means were weak. When he met an ordinary opponent, he could still easily win with his huge strength and Zhuyan True Fire.

But when he encountered the ancient beast puppet, a treasure that was not afraid of melee and had long-range attack methods, it was inevitable that he felt very difficult.

Moreover, there was no soul in the beast puppet, so even if he used Zhuyan True Fire, it would be useless.

At this moment, Chen Yuan felt a rare sense of powerlessness in his heart, and Kun Feng's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

If he could refine Kun Feng's true spirit blood and master the power of space, the beast puppet could be broken in an instant.

Unfortunately, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. He did not want to stimulate Zhu Yan's true blood and use all his trump cards. He could only patiently deal with the wolf-shaped beast puppet. The Qinglong shield kept resisting the silver light beam it sprayed, and the damage became more and more serious.

On the other side, Wang Lin had also used his magical powers and turned into a two-meter-tall demon god to face the leopard-shaped beast puppet.

The leopard-shaped beast puppet was extremely fast and agile. The four claws flashed with dark light. I don't know what material it was made of. It was extremely sharp. With a grab, the silver scales on Wang Lin's body would be quietly broken, leaving a deep wound and bleeding.

Wang Lin secretly cried out that it was not good, and used his magical power again. His body shrank to a length of ten feet. The magic energy around him condensed into armor, which was no longer so bulky, and his defensive ability was greatly enhanced. Finally, he was no longer so embarrassed.

But in addition to a pair of sharp claws, the leopard-shaped beast puppet also opened its mouth like the wolf-shaped beast puppet and sprayed out a blazing silver light column, shooting at Wang Lin.

With the supply of spiritual energy from the top-grade spiritual stone, the leopard-shaped beast puppet continuously sprayed silver light columns from its mouth.

As long as Wang Lin was hit twice, the magic armor on his body would be broken, and the silver scales with golden light would be difficult to resist, leaving a charred wound the size of a sea bowl.

Wang Lin rushed forward and fought with the leopard-shaped beast puppet in close combat, but the beast puppet's strength was only slightly inferior to his, and he could not gain the upper hand.

Chen Yuan was only slightly embarrassed in front of the wolf-shaped beast puppet, but he was not worried about his life. He had been paying attention to the situation around him, and seeing Wang Lin in such a predicament, he was very similar to himself.

But Wang Lin's magic skills had a way to deal with it.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and a few strands of magic energy surged out, condensing into a black short spear about a foot long. He threw it hard and shot it at the leopard-shaped beast puppet like an arrow from a bow.

This short spear was much more illusory than the black long spear that Wang Lin threw when he fought with the blue dragon before.

The leopard-shaped beast puppet hurriedly dodged, but the two were only a few dozen feet apart. Under Wang Lin's huge force, the black spear arrived in an instant and shot on the front leg of the leopard-shaped beast puppet.

Bang!

A sound of metal and iron clashing was heard, and the black spear condensed by the magic energy was extremely sharp, piercing through the fur of the leopard-shaped beast puppet, revealing its dark brown wooden body, leaving a mark about an inch deep.

The black spear collapsed on its own, turning into rolling magic energy, drilling into the body of the leopard-shaped beast puppet, but there was no way in, and it soon dissipated on its own.

The dark brown body of the leopard-shaped beast puppet was shining with spiritual light, and the mark left by the black spear was actually slowly repairing.

Wang Lin looked solemn. He raised his hand and continued to condense a black short spear, shooting it at the leopard-shaped beast puppet, while dodging the silver light beam that spewed out of the mouth of the leopard-shaped beast puppet.

The two sides, one physical cultivator and one beast puppet, actually started to fight each other in the air.

Chen Yuan was secretly shocked when he saw this scene, and his eyes when he looked at the wolf-shaped beast puppet were a little more fiery.

This beast puppet has both long-range and short-range capabilities, has infinite strength, and a hard body. After being damaged, it can repair itself. It is worthy of being an ancient object and a treasure.

But when he thought that the beast puppet was driven by a top-grade spirit stone, he suppressed this thought.

Although this treasure is good, it is incredibly expensive, and it is also the property of Taoist Yunhe, so he can't get involved at all.

Chen Yuan patiently fought with the wolf-shaped beast puppet, not seeking merit, but seeking no mistakes.

The Qinglong Shield's spiritual light became increasingly dim in order to resist the blazing silver light column, but this was only a low-level magic weapon, a transitional item, and it was not useful against the Yuntian Patriarch at all. Even if it was destroyed here, Chen Yuan would not feel bad.

Wang Lin and the leopard-shaped beast puppet were also evenly matched, and it was unclear who would win or lose.

The battle between the three Nascent Soul cultivators was much more intense.

Before the arrival of Old Ghost Ji, Ancestor Yuntian and Taoist Yunhe had a very restrained fight, and the magical powers and magic weapons they used were of limited power.

But at this time, both of them used their true methods. The wooden sword in front of Taoist Yunhe split out a series of Yimu divine thunder, weaving into a majestic thunder net, covering several miles, with roaring thunder and cyan lightning. Shining, the entire sky was dyed cyan.

Except for Ji Laogui who was fighting with the yellow-haired giant ape, the others quickly avoided for fear of being involved.

Chen Yuan used the Qinglong Shield to block a silver beam of light, stepped back and left the coverage of the thunder net. He felt as if he had returned to the sea of ​​wind and thunder again, and the sound of thunder and roar could be heard in his ears.

The wolf-shaped beast puppet was in hot pursuit, and Chen Yuan was once again caught in a fight, but his attention was focused on the two Nascent Soul monks.

Ancestor Yuntian touched the ice crystal shield in front of him, and a burst of cold air suddenly spread out, covering hundreds of feet around him, containing countless tiny ice crystals, like the fragments of stars scattered in the world, sparkling.

Boom!

Continuous cyan arcs struck the densely packed ice crystals, like cyan pythons surging forward with ferocious momentum, but the tiny ice crystals were extremely tough. The arcs and ice crystals eliminated each other, and Ancestor Yuntian was safe and sound.

Taoist Yunhe snorted coldly, raised his hand to seal the secret, and a piece of green grass appeared in the void, exuding a faint fragrance. Thousands of weeds flew up and turned into a sharp sword. It had the momentum to cut through the stars in the sky and shot towards Mr. Yun Tian. Ancestor.

Chen Yuan was nearly ten miles away from him, but his heart trembled violently, his eyebrows seemed to be locked by a sword intent, and he broke into a cold sweat behind his back. He hurriedly withdrew his consciousness and peered with only his eyes.

Jing Shuhan was so frightened by the soaring sword intent that she burst into tears. She hurriedly looked away before she stopped.

But when Patriarch Yuntian faced these thousands of grass swords, he just smiled slightly, raised his hand to grab it, and a seven-story glazed tower appeared out of thin air in front of him. It rose to a height of a hundred feet, with majestic momentum, and then fell heavily!

It was like a mountain was pressing down, thousands of grass swords were broken, and the sword intent that reached the sky died midway, all suppressed by the seven-story glazed tower.

boom!

The seven-story glazed tower paused in the air, and an invisible wave spread out, spreading for dozens of miles around. Chen Yuan, who was fighting with the wolf-shaped beast puppet, changed his expression. He put his hands in front of him and tried his best to resist, but he still flew upside down. Dozens of feet.

The wolf-shaped beast was even worse. Like weeds blown up by the strong wind, it flew a hundred feet away before it pounced on Chen Yuan again.

The fierce fight between Wang Lin and the leopard-shaped beast was interrupted because of this. On the contrary, Jing Shuhan, who was farthest away, was least affected.

After Chen Yuan stabilized his body, his heart sank. He ignored the wolf-shaped beast that rushed toward him and raised his eyes to look at Ancestor Yuntian.

If Ancestor Yuntian can still display such strength in the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, then even if he joins forces with Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan, he will never be his opponent.

But at this look, Chen Yuan felt relieved.

His eyesight was astonishing and he could see clearly that Patriarch Yuntian's complexion became obviously pale after this blow. It was obvious that the price he paid was not small, and he could not use this magical power as he wished.

The green thunder net covering several miles in the sky also disappeared in the air under this invisible wave. Even Taoist Yunhe was in a state of embarrassment, with his crown spread out and his bun messed up.

He looked at the seven-story glazed pagoda with a gloomy look on his face: "Zhenhai Fengbo! Fellow Taoist, you work so hard, don't hesitate to lose your true energy, and ignore the erosion of evil spirits. Aren't you afraid of making a wedding dress for Old Ghost Ji?"

Ancestor Yuntian said calmly: "Now, I don't need to worry about you, fellow Taoist!"

"Haha, fellow Taoist Yunhe, at this time, are you still trying to provoke him?" Ji Laogui's voice also rang out.

He released three refined corpses, suppressed the giant ape beast tightly, and looked at Taoist Yunhe sarcastically.

These corpses are strong, with livid skin, dark eyes, and stiff expressions. Each head has the energy of the late stage of pill formation.

A single refined corpse was no match for the beast puppet, but the three refined corpses came out together and firmly suppressed the giant ape beast puppet.

After Ji Laogui finished speaking, he raised his hand to grab it again. An inch-long light gray flying knife appeared out of thin air, and in a flash, it shot towards the giant ape beast.

The giant ape beast wanted to dodge, but a corpse suddenly hugged its body, making it unable to move.

The flying knife shot through the giant ape puppet, flew out from behind the corpse, and then flew back upside down. It went back and forth several times, leaving several deep scars on the giant ape puppet, and finally made a "ding" sound. Crisp sound.

The pure white eyes of the giant ape beast immediately dimmed and became motionless.

Old Ghost Ji smiled slightly, raised his hand, and the gray flying knife flew back. The knife was stained with a little white powder full of spiritual energy, which was the debris after the top-quality spiritual stone was broken.

The riddled corpse grabbed the giant ape puppet with one hand and flew towards Old Ghost Ji. The wounds left by the gray flying knife on its body healed quickly, and it soon returned to its original state.

Ji Laogui put the giant ape beast into the mustard ring, turned to look at Taoist Yunhe, and sneered: "Do you want to continue fighting, fellow Taoist?" (End of this chapter)