Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Whoops!

There were gusts of gloomy wind, and more and more blood souls flew out from the flags. There were nearly a hundred of them, covering the sky and the moon. The sound of ghosts crying was breathtaking.

The old man in Taoist robes stopped chanting the incantation and sneered:

"go!"

The blood soul let out a shrill scream and pounced on everyone.

The Sanjiang Clan warriors were shocked. Blood Soul not only pounced on the Fuhu Clan warriors on the opposite side, but also on them!

"Gang leader, why is the evil ghost coming towards us!"

"Gang Leader, please stop the Immortal!"

Huang Xiuzhi retreated to Lingguan Palace and laughed:

"Everyone, being favored by the Master is a blessing that you have cultivated for three generations. Today next year, I will burn paper for you to worship!"

"ah!"

A blood soul pounced on the incontinent inner strength warrior, ruthlessly tearing his flesh and blood.

He let out a scream and waved his hands in panic to drive away the blood soul, but to no avail.

But after a while, he lost his voice, and all his flesh and blood were swallowed up by the blood and soul. His skeleton turned into fly ash, and his soul was taken away by Xiaoban, turning into a human face with a painful expression on the banner.

Blood Soul licked his lips with satisfaction, his painful expression eased slightly, the red color in his eyes became more intense, and he pounced on the next prey.

There was a huge chaos in the Shuangqing Temple. The warriors below Gang Jin were weak and could not withstand the blood souls. They were completely devoured, not even the bones were left. Their souls were taken away, which was extremely miserable.

The two Neijin warriors who were guarding Wen Huazhong immediately stabbed Wen Huazhong with their swords when the blood soul pounced on them.

But at some point during the warming process, two thumb-sized fireballs condensed in the palm of his hand, and with a flick of his hand, the two inner strength warriors were burned into cokes and escaped.

Luo Zhenwu glanced at him and lost his voice:

"You are actually a cultivator!"

Wenhua was quite surprised and said with a smile:

"Gang Leader Luo is well-informed, but it is a pity that he will die at the hands of Blood Soul. On the Luo Gang Leader's Memorial Day next year, Wen will definitely offer a glass of thin wine to Gang Leader Luo to show his respect."

He did not attack the warriors of the Fuhu Gang beside him, but walked quickly towards the old man in Taoist robes, and the blood soul turned a blind eye to him.

Hall Master Qi tried his best to wave the long sword in his hand, and the three-inch sword slashed through the blood soul's body, taking away streaks of bloody light.

The blood soul roared in pain, and his expression became more and more distorted, as if he was a ghost who had been tortured in the eighteenth level of hell, full of resentment, and desperately threw himself at Hall Master Qi.

Hall Master Qi used all his strength to activate his sword to block the blood soul, but the second blood soul pounced on him again, biting his left arm, tearing off a piece of flesh and chewing it.

"ah!"

Hall Master Qi stabbed the blood soul back with his hand, forcing him back. He took two steps back, covered the wound, and looked extremely painful.

He looked down and saw smelly black blood flowing out from the place bitten by the blood soul, as if it had been burned by fire or immersed in ice water. The coldness was mixed with scorching heat, making people miserable.

Hall Master Qi was horrified, and the two blood souls rushed forward again, not giving him any chance to breathe.

"roll!"

At this moment, Luo Zhenwu struck with two swords, forcing the blood soul back and saving Hall Master Qi.

Hall Master Qi endured the severe pain, swung his sword to stab the blood soul rushing towards him from the other side, and said urgently:

"Gang leader, retreat quickly, this ghost is too powerful!"

Luo Zhenwu looked extremely solemn and said:

"We can't leave!"

He kept moving his hands, using every move that may be subtle, clumsy, sharp, or heavy, trying his best to resist the blood soul.

But as the number of people in the audience became smaller and smaller, more and more blood souls gathered around him, making it increasingly difficult to resist.

The old man in Taoist robe looked at Luo Zhenwu who was surrounded by blood souls, gently stroked his long beard, and said with a smile:

"Yes, if you can persist under the siege of blood souls for such a long time, I will use your living soul as a carrier to refine a main soul, and you will be able to develop this martial arts in vain."

Wenhua came to the old man in Taoist robes, saluted respectfully, and said:

"Master is wise. This Luo Zhenwu has been immersed in the peak of Huajin for many years. His body is strong and his soul is nourished. His soul is definitely not weak, and he will definitely be able to help Master develop his main soul!"

The smile on the face of the old man in Taoist robes became even stronger, and he seemed to be extremely useful.

He touched the gray brocade bag on his waist, and a three-inch sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He handed it to Wen Huazhong and said:

"This time you lured the elites of the Fuhu Gang to the island and made great achievements. This Qingyun Sword will be given to you. You can refine it with your heart and it will be enough for you to use it until the later stage of Qi refining."

Wen Huazhong was overjoyed, took the small sword with both hands, and said respectfully:

"Thank you Master for the treasure!"

He touched the black brocade pouch at his waist, and the three-inch sword disappeared out of thin air.

While the two were talking, nearly a hundred blood souls had gathered around Luo Zhenwu, and they were besieging him like crazy. Except for him and Hall Master Qi, everyone else died on the spot.

Faced with the siege of so many blood souls, Luo Zhenwu tried his best, but he was unable to support himself. He gradually became exhausted and could no longer take care of Hall Master Qi.

"ah!"

Hall Master Qi accidentally caught the flaw in the blood soul, bit his body and dragged him out.

"Gang leader, save me..."

He shouted for help, but Luo Zhenwu was helpless and watched helplessly as he was devoured by several blood souls.

Luo Zhenwu laughed sadly:

"Hall Master Qi, wait a moment, I will go down to accompany you right away!"

The blood souls covered the sky and the sun, and were about to drown Luo Zhenwu, but suddenly they all stopped.

Luo Zhenwu was startled, and hurriedly seized the rare opportunity to breathe, using his energy and breathing, and looked at the old man in Taoist robes warily, with doubts in his heart.

The old man in Taoist robes paid no attention to him, but turned to look at the gate of Shuiqing Temple, with a surprised and uncertain look on his face, and said loudly:

"Daoyou, why are you here so late at night?"

Luo Zhenwu turned his head and saw no movement outside the gate, only the shouting and killing sounds from the Sanjiang Gang camp in the distance.

The Fuhu Gang did not completely capture the camp, but instead concentrated their masters and rushed into Mingqing Temple first.

So the Sanjiang Gang camp was still in a fierce battle at this time.

Just when Luo Zhenwu was puzzled, the old man in Taoist robe frowned and said:

"Daoyou, your whereabouts have been exposed, but you still don't show up. Are you teasing me?"

As he said, he raised his hand and made a seal, and nearly a hundred blood souls roared and flew towards the gate of Mingqing Temple.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared outside the door and walked into Mingqing Temple.

Luo Zhenwu looked closely and said in a lost voice:

"Master Chen!"

The person who came was Chen Yuan. He looked at the ferocious blood soul in front of him with an extremely ugly face.

After he landed on the island, he released his spiritual sense, bypassed the Sanjiang Gang camp, and came to the outside of Mingqing Temple. He saw the blood soul besieging Luo Zhenwu, and all the Gangjin and Neijin warriors of the Fuhu Gang disappeared.

Through the Sky Eye Technique, he saw that Wen Huasheng had the cultivation of the second level of Qi Refining, and the spiritual energy on the Taoist robe old man was extremely strong, almost reaching the level of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Chen Yuan was horrified and was about to withdraw, but the Taoist robe old man revealed his whereabouts and drove the blood soul to attack, so he had to show up.

When the Taoist robe old man heard Luo Zhenwu's greeting, his eyes narrowed and said:

"Master? Do you have any relationship with the Fuhu Gang?"

Chen Yuan's mind turned quickly, and he bowed and said:

"I don't know what Fuhu Gang is..."

"Master Chen, go quickly! This man can drive evil spirits, he is extremely powerful, I will cover you, and the Fuhu Gang will be handed over to you!"

Before Chen Yuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Zhenwu loudly.

His face was filled with grief and anger, and he rushed towards the old man in Taoist robes with a knife in an anxious expression.

The old man in Taoist robes waved his hand, and several blood souls flew over and entangled Luo Zhenwu.

Wen Huazhong's eyes lit up and said:

"Master, the Fuhu Gang has a deputy hall master named Chen, the deputy hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, Chen Erniu, who is a strong martial artist."

The old man in Taoist robes turned to look at Huang Xiuzhi and said:

"Is this person Chen Erniu?"

Huang Xiuzhi said cautiously:

"Master, the hall master of our Jishitang, Yang Huaizhan, was killed by Chen Erniu, but he lives in seclusion and never shows up. I have sent people to inquire about his news, but to no avail. I don't know what he looks like."

The old man in Taoist robes looked at Chen again. Yuan, looked at him carefully, stopped at his waist, and said:

"Are you Chen Erniu?"

Chen Yuan glanced at Luo Zhenwu coldly, and said:

"I am Chen Erniu, what do you want?"

The old man in Taoist robe laughed and said:

"You don't even have a storage bag. You must be a casual cultivator who accidentally set foot on the immortal road? My Hundred Soul Banner is still missing two main souls. These thousand ordinary warriors can refine one. The third one will be taken by you!"

He raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the blood soul let out a shrill scream, rushing forward and rushing towards Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan's face sank, and he used the light body technique to retreat, while pinching the seal on his hands and muttering something.

The blood soul flew very fast, and Chen Yuan couldn't escape with the light body technique, but he bought two breaths of time and condensed a walnut-sized fireball in his palm.

He stopped, waved his hand, and the fireball shot out.

Swish!

The fireball collided with a blood soul, and the blood soul was ignited with blazing flames. It screamed and turned into nothing, leaving a little red light, which was very strange.

The two nearby blood souls were also affected by the flames, and their surfaces were covered with flames. In just a moment, they disappeared.

The other blood souls were also blocked by the exploding flames. Chen Yuan continued to pinch the spell, condensed the second fireball in his palm, and shot it out.

Swish!

This time, four blood souls turned into nothing, scattering a little red light, and the speed of the other blood souls was a little slower.

Seeing Chen Yuan start to condense the third fireball, Master Duan Fang's face sank, and the spell in his hand changed, and the blood souls dispersed and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Swish!

Chen Yuan shot out the third fireball, but only burned two blood souls. The other blood souls were far away and were not affected by the flames, and they were safe and sound.

Chen Yuan used the Light Body Technique again and retreated. Before the Blood Soul rushed over, he condensed a fourth fireball.

Swish!

Two more Blood Souls were destroyed. The old man in Taoist robes glared at Chen Yuan fiercely and said:

"I wonder how many times you can perform the Fireball Technique!"

The spell in his hand changed again. The Blood Soul screamed shrilly and the speed became faster.

Chen Yuan's face changed, but he didn't dare to stop. Before the Blood Soul came, he condensed the fifth fireball.

Swish!

This time only one Blood Soul was burned to ashes. The other Blood Souls were not affected and rushed towards Chen Yuan fiercely!

Trapped in a desperate situation, Chen Yuan was not panicked at all. He stared at the Blood Soul that rushed over, pinched his fingers, and continued to perform the Fireball Technique.

Even if he died, he would kill a few more Blood Souls!

But just when Chen Yuan finished the spell, the fireball that was about to condense in his palm suddenly collapsed, turned into a little light red magic power, and dissipated in the air.

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that he had been using the Light Body Technique for a long time, and his mana was a little short, which was not enough to perform the Fireball Technique for the sixth time!

Seeing this, the Taoist old man laughed and said:

"Daoyou, please go on your way. I will definitely feed you a few more souls!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of blood souls pounced on Chen Yuan and bit him hard!

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