Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Ji Laogui's position was very clever. He was at arm's length with Ancestor Yuntian, sandwiching Taoist Yunhe in the middle.

Taoist Yunhe stared at Old Ghost Ji with a very ugly expression on his face: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Ji would use all his methods to destroy this iron zombie."

"But there is only one Fulong Chizhen Vine. How can the two fellow Taoists divide it?"

The three of them are all Nascent Soul monks who have been in Yu Qinghai for many years, and they are all supreme elders of the three major sects. They have interacted with each other several times and are very familiar with each other.

These three corpses are the favorite method of Ji Laogui. They need to be made by the dying monks. The soul is sealed in the body and cannot be reincarnated forever. The success rate is extremely low. It is a kind of iron stiffness. After being made, Infinite strength, brave and fearless of death.

All zombies in the world are zombies, and they are not popular below the foundation. Starting from the foundation, zombies are divided into stone, iron, copper, and silver from weak to strong. They can rival or even surpass monks of the same level.

That long, light gray flying knife was Ji Laogui's magic weapon, and it was extremely sharp.

In order to break the giant ape beast puppet, he went through the iron zombie's body several times. The zombie was a secret technique of ghosts, and the demonic energy entered the body. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with the iron zombie, but in fact it was useless.

Faced with Taoist Yunhe's sarcasm, Ji Laogui said nonchalantly: "Fellow Taoist, for the sake of the Fulong Chizhen Vine, I will not hesitate even to the ancient beast puppets and top-grade spiritual stones. It's just a zombie. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. And then it will be destroyed." Just practice.”

"If fellow Taoist still wants to continue the fight, I and Fellow Taoist Yuntian will accompany me. Fellow Taoist will leave behind more than just beast puppets!"

Taoist Yunhe's face became even more gloomy. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Yuan and Wang Lin who were fighting with two beast puppets ten miles away. His hands in his sleeves could not help but clenched tightly.

He knew that he was no match for Patriarch Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji, so he hoped that the two beast puppets could defeat Chen Yuan and Wang Lin, and then turn around to help them, forcing them to retreat.

But I never thought that these two people, who were only in the middle stage of pill formation, could persist until now without showing any signs of defeat, and seemed to be able to continue to be entangled with the two beast puppets.

He had also heard about Wang Lin, who had gained quite a reputation in Mohai, and was once rumored to be the disciple of Kuixing Ancestor.

Now it seems that this boy's demonic skills are indeed extraordinary. They should be the "Underworld Demonic Skills" of the Tianji Sect. After practicing to a great degree, he can condense the body of the underworld demons and defeat the god-transforming monks.

Wang Lin is of course still far from this level, but he has already shown a hint of grace and has mastered the method of condensing demonic energy. Even if the beast puppet can win, it will not be possible in an instant.

In addition, Taoist Yunhe cannot see through the physical cultivation.

This man's physical body was actually stronger than Wang Lin's, and he used magical powers that he had never seen before.

Moreover, except for his huge strength and two low-level magic weapons, he did not use any other means, but he was able to survive the attack of the beast puppet. It was impossible to see how long he could hold on.

He underestimated these two physical abilities, and it was destined to be impossible to obtain the Fulong Chizhen Vine today.

Taoist Yunhe took a deep look at the red vine that clung to the pine trees and looked like a real dragon, and suddenly nodded: "Forget it, I have admitted defeat today!"

He raised his hand and made a move. The two beast puppets that had been attacking Chen Yuan and Wang Lin a moment ago immediately dropped their two opponents and turned around and flew back.

"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist Yunhe, please keep these two beast puppets!" Ancestor Yuntian pointed at the same point, and a mighty long river emerged out of thin air, blocking the two beast puppets.

Ji Laogui sneered and said: "Yes, these two beast puppets are not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy. They only need to swallow a top-quality spiritual stone to be comparable to a seventh-level demonic beast."

"Fellow Taoist, take it away now. If you sneak back later and take away the Fulong Chizhen Vine by surprise, won't our efforts be in vain?"

Boom!

A thunder exploded in the sky, Taoist Yunhe's face was filled with anger, but the two of them just stared at him coldly, without giving in.

The Zhengqi Alliance was jointly formed by many medium-sized sects and cultivating families. It has only been established for a thousand years. In the process of competing for the inheritance of Wentian Sect, it had frequent disputes with the two major sects and attracted many casual cultivators, many of whom offended People who have passed through Zhenhai Sect and Tianji Sect have deeper grudges.

Patriarch Yuntian and Old Ghost Ji, as the supreme elders of the two major sects, had many grievances with Taoist Yunhe in the past, so naturally they would not miss the opportunity to weaken his strength, not just for Fulong Chizhen Teng.

"The old Taoist has written down what happened today, and he will repay it in the future!" Taoist Yunhe's eyes were serious, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and ran away.

The pure white eyes of the two beast puppets suddenly dimmed, their energy dissipated, they stopped in the air, and turned into two dead objects again.

Ji Laogui looked at Taoist Yunhe who was walking away, with a smile on his face, feeling quite proud.

Patriarch Yuntian looked indifferent, raised his hand, and the leopard-shaped beast flew towards him and stopped in front of him.

He looked at the leopard-shaped beast puppet carefully, then turned to look at Old Ghost Ji: "My fellow Taoist and I will each have one beast puppet. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

Old Ghost Ji nodded slightly and put away the remaining wolf-shaped beast puppet and the broken giant ape beast puppet.

The iron corpse, which had been penetrated several times by gray flying knives, had weakened and was put into the body refining bag by him.

Ancestor Yuntian put the leopard-shaped beast puppet into the mustard seed ring, looked at Old Ghost Ji, and said calmly: "Old Ghost Ji, since Yun He has left, it's time for you and me to make a break."

"You know that my cultivation level is one level higher than yours, and Wang Lin is no match for Chen Yuan, but you are still willing to join forces with me to drive Yun He away first. I think you must have a trump card that allows you to defeat me. Now It can be revealed.”

"Haha!" Ji Laogui suddenly laughed wildly, staring at Fulong Chizhen Teng closely, his eyes were burning, and he tore off the cunning mask.

He murmured in a low voice: "I have been planning for more than a hundred years, and today I finally got what I wanted. I will definitely break through the bottleneck in the middle stage!"

Yuntian Patriarch frowned: "This Fulong Chizhen Teng can only prolong life. How can it help you break through the bottleneck?"

Ji Laogui sneered: "Don't worry about it, Taoist friend, today this Fulong Chizhen Teng will be obtained by me!"

He turned and looked at Jing Shuhan ten miles away, and his voice suddenly became soft: "Good disciple, come here quickly!"

Jing Shuhan's body trembled, glanced at Chen Yuan inconspicuously, and then flew over.

Since the two beast puppets were taken away, Chen Yuan and Wang Lin put away their magical powers and flew to within a few miles of Yuntian Patriarch and Ji Laogui, paying attention to their actions.

They didn't dare to communicate privately. The consciousness of a Yuanying cultivator can cover a radius of 100 miles. The two's every move could not escape the sight of Yuntian Patriarch and Ji Laogui.

Jing Shuhan's look made Chen Yuan's heart tremble, and he recalled what she had said before.

"...When necessary, Ji Laogui can occupy my body with his spirit, stimulate the potential of the soul body, and temporarily increase his strength to the Yuanying stage."

"Although in that secret realm, the cultivators are affected by the demonic energy and cannot exert their full strength."

"But I am not affected because I have a trace of pure spiritual energy in my body. I can be a great help to help him seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine."

At this time, Yuntian Patriarch looked at Jing Shuhan who was flying towards this side, his eyes turned cold, raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the sound of a huge wave came from the void, and thousands of blue spiritual lights gathered and condensed into a drop of dark blue and almost black water in the palm of his left hand.

This drop of water was only the size of a soybean, but Yuntian Patriarch's left hand sank slightly downward, as if holding a mountain.

He thrust his left hand forward, and the water droplets flew out, as fast as a meteor, and in an instant they reached Jing Shuhan.

Ji Laogui brought a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan with him, and suddenly called him to his side at this time. He must have some plan. How could he sit back and watch?

Jing Shuhan watched the dark blue water droplets flying towards her and hurriedly retreated, but her cultivation was low and her escape speed was slow, so she couldn't dodge at all, and was about to be hit by the water droplets.

Ji Laogui's face changed, and he suddenly realized that he was a little too proud of himself and actually revealed this flaw!

With a thought, an iron zombie behind him flew over.

The water droplets shot out at a very fast speed, but Jing Shuhan was closer to Ji Laogui. At the critical moment, the iron zombie blocked Jing Shuhan in time.

Bang!

The water droplets hit the iron zombie, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and half of the iron zombie's body was shattered.

But Jing Shuhan also took the opportunity to retreat, and the remaining half of the water droplet shot through the iron zombie and fell to the ground, stirring up sand waves all over the sky.

Ji Laogui felt relieved. Fortunately, this was in the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, and the power of the Yuntian Patriarch's magical powers was much lower. Otherwise, this blow would have left nothing but the corpses of the iron zombie and Jing Shuhan.

After Yuntian Patriarch shot out this drop of water, he pointed and re-sacrificed the seven-story glazed tower, shouting: "Friend Chen, I will stop Ji Laogui, you quickly kill Wang Lin and pick up the Fulong Chizhen vine!"

Before the voice fell, the seven-story glazed tower rose to a height of about 100 feet, covering the sky and the sun, and fell heavily, smashing towards Ji Laogui.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and his figure immediately rose to a height of about 10 feet, his black hair turned snow-white, and rushed towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's face changed slightly, and then he used his magical powers continuously, turning into a demon god about ten feet tall, wearing black magic armor, and went up to meet him.

The two fought to a place, and collided several times in an instant, with fist shadows all over the sky. The black armor on Wang Lin's body was broken into demonic energy again, and Chen Yuan's body was left with scars. It was a life-and-death fight from the beginning, which was very fierce.

Ji Laogui only had time to use his spiritual sense to take a look, and seeing that Wang Lin was not at a disadvantage, he had no time to be distracted and focused on dealing with the falling seven-story glazed tower.

This treasure is the natal magic weapon of the ancestor Yuntian, named Zhenhai Tower. Only those who practice the Zhenhai Sect's Zhenzong skills can refine it. It has the ability to seal the sea and the waves, and the sealing ability is extremely strong.

Even if there is an invisible demonic energy erosion, the power of the Zhenhai Tower has greatly decreased, but it is enough to make Ji Laogui palpitate.

His cultivation was one level lower than that of the old ancestor Yuntian, so the power of his magic weapon would only be weakened further. Moreover, he was not good at facing the enemy head-on. If he wanted to block the Zhenhai Tower, he had to use extraordinary means.

A trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face. He raised his sleeves and flicked them. The light of the corpse refining bag on his waist flashed. Twenty-eight iron zombies appeared out of thin air. With a roar, they all rushed towards the seven-story glazed tower!

Ding!

The Zhenhai Tower hit the twenty-eight iron zombies heavily, and an invisible wave spread out, but it only covered a radius of a hundred feet and completely condensed on these iron zombies.

The twenty-eight iron zombies raised their hands and wanted to support the Zhenhai Tower, but under this invisible wave, their bodies sank suddenly, and nine iron zombies exploded in an instant and turned into powder.

Then one after another, the iron zombies exploded, but the Zhenhai Tower could not continue to fall, and it was suspended in the air, flashing light.

Ji Laogui's eyes showed a look of regret. These iron zombies were treasures that he spent hundreds of years to refine, but today, half of them were destroyed by the hands of the old ancestor Yuntian.

"Yuntian, today is the day you die!" He roared, turned around and flew towards Jing Shuhan. (End of this chapter)