Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan's soul was so powerful that the roar that shook the souls of other Qi Refining cultivators reached his ears, but he only felt slightly uncomfortable.

But Mo Jingchun's words made his heart skip a beat.

This "evil dragon" sounds like a powerful monster. If you fall into madness when you see him, what should you do?

Chen Yuan's mind turned and his eyes fell on Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng in front of him, feeling slightly relieved.

He is a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, and these two Danjie elders should not sit back and let the evil dragon devour him.

A moment later, a dragon-like figure flew from the sky and landed on the top of the barren mountain with a crash, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun.

"Disperse!"

Xu Changan snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up, sweeping away the smoke and dust.

The stern-faced Taoist Yingting also frowned slightly.

Only Jin Luoheng always had a smile on his face and a calm expression, as if nothing in the world could touch his heart.

The smoke dispersed, revealing a ferocious blue evil dragon, covered in scales, with a single horn on its head and four claws on its feet. Its body was about thirty feet long, with more than sixty people standing on it.

"Ouch!"

The evil blue dragon roared low, and the people on its back flew down one after another. The blue dragon shrank to a length of three feet and lay lazily on the ground.

The first two people exuded powerful spiritual pressure, and they were both Dan-Jie cultivators.

One of them was a sixty-year-old woman wearing a green robe, with white hair and chicken skin, holding a dragon-head crutch, and saluted Xu Changan, Jin Luoheng, and Yingting Taoist:

"I came a little late."

Standing next to her was a middle-aged monk in a long robe with wide sleeves and an air of immortality. He smiled and saluted the three of them.

The three of them all returned the gift. Xu Changan looked unhappy and looked at the middle-aged monk and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, take care of your blue dragon and don't disturb our disciples."

The middle-aged monk smiled and said:

"This Jiao is usually very restrained. He rarely goes out, but he is a little out of control. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist Xu."

He said he was sorry, but there was no apology on his face, instead he looked smiling.

Xu Changan's expression changed, he flicked his sleeves and said coldly:

"It seems that the Nine Refining Crystal I obtained last time made Fellow Daoist Wei very unwilling."

The middle-aged monk's expression dropped and he stared at Xu Changan:

"You still have the nerve to say that if I hadn't blocked that pill-forming monk from the God-Slaying Sect, would you have been able to collect the Nine Refining Crystals?"

"Haha, it's obviously you who is entangled by him, what does it have to do with me?"

"Shameless! You swallowed the treasure all to yourself, and you are so boastful about it. You are in vain to be called Master Jie Dan!"

The two of them refused to give an inch, and the spiritual pressure emanating from their bodies became stronger and stronger, almost condensing into substance.

Suddenly, two strong winds blew up from the top of the mountain, making a roaring sound and colliding with each other.

boom!

The old woman frowned slightly and struck the ground with her dragon-head crutch:

"Junior Brother Wei, stay here!"

Boom!

A green spiritual ring appeared out of thin air under the old woman's feet, fixing the two strong winds in the air and slowly dissipating.

Jin Luoheng also chuckled and said:

"Senior Brother Xu, the secret realm is about to open. How about leaving the grudges between you and fellow Daoist Wei to be resolved later?"

As soon as he said this, Xu Changan and the middle-aged monk stared at each other, smiled coldly, and then gave up.

The Qi refining disciples of the three sects almost felt suffocated under the pressure of the two powerful spiritual pressures. At this time, they were finally free, but they also broke out in cold sweat. They all used the dust removal technique to cleanse their bodies.

"Ouch?"

At this moment, the blue dragon suddenly roared, slowly raised its upper body, and looked at the disciples of the Lingyun Sect with a pair of copper bell-like eyes. The head of the dragon poked out, as if it was sniffing something.

Everyone looked at him, even the middle-aged monk showed doubts.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, the blue dragon's eyes turned red, it opened its bloody mouth, its body snaked, and pounced on the disciples of the Lingyun Sect!

Everyone was shocked and backed away.

Chen Yuan was caught in the middle, with the same panicked look on his face, but his eyes were extremely calm. He touched his storage bag, took out the Qianjun Ax Talisman, and was ready for a desperate fight.

Xu Changan saw this and said angrily:

"You evil beast, you still dare to run wild!"

He raised his hand to seal the secret, and a red stream of light flew out, turning into a big sword about ten feet long, and slashed towards the blue dragon!

The blue dragon was just a level four monster, comparable to a late-stage foundation-building monk. He didn't dare to carry the sword forcefully, so he swung his body to avoid it.

boom!

The broadsword struck the ground, creating a deep pit about ten feet in size. The earth and stone on the surrounding walls melted, as if they had been burned by fire.

The smile on Jin Luoheng's face faded, he waved his sleeves, and a Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him, shooting out a mixed black and white light beam, and the blue dragon was firmly fixed on the ground, unable to move.

"What does Fellow Daoist Wei mean by this? Could it be that he wants to attack my Lingyun Sect disciple?"

He stared at the middle-aged monk, the Tai Chi diagram slowly turning, and if he disagreed, he would take action.

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his expression changed, he raised his hand to make a hand seal, and shouted in a low voice:

"You evil beast, how dare you make a mistake!"

"Ouch!"

The blue dragon roared, his eyes turned blood red, and he rolled on the ground.

After a long time, the blue dragon finally calmed down, lying on the ground, opening its mouth wide, breathing heavily, saliva dripping, corroding deep pits on the ground.

After Lan Jiao was subdued, the old woman frowned and looked at the middle-aged monk:

"Junior Brother Wei, why is this?"

The middle-aged monk looked solemn, took out a spirit beast bag, put away the blue dragon, and bowed solemnly to Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng:

"Forgive me, my two Taoist friends. I don't know why this beast suddenly went berserk. It's not that Wei is targeting your disciples. After this trip to the secret realm, I will lock this evil dragon in the sect for ten years as a punishment."

No matter how big the grudge between him and Xu Changan is, it doesn't matter.

But if he attacks the disciples of Lingyun Sect, it would be bullying the weak, which would cause a fight between Wanshou Mountain and Lingyun Sect.

He can't bear this responsibility.

Jin Luoheng and Xu Changan's faces eased slightly after hearing this.

The Tai Chi diagram behind Jin Luoheng disappeared silently. Xu Changan snorted coldly, raised his hand, put away the red sword, and said coldly:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, take care of your spirit beast. If you hurt our disciples, I will fight you to the death!"

He is now temporarily in charge of the sect. If something happens to his disciples, it will be a loss of face, so he is very protective of his disciples.

The middle-aged cultivator knew that he was in the wrong, so he did not argue, but said solemnly:

"Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Xu, Wei has no such intention."

He said this sincerely, but a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he quietly released his spiritual sense.

He planted the demon soul blood ban in the blue dragon demon soul, and could faintly sense the emotional changes of the blue dragon.

When the blue dragon went crazy just now, a very crazy desire to devour suddenly broke out from the depths of the demon soul, as if there were some delicious food hidden among the disciples of Lingyun Sect.

He used his spiritual sense to scan them carefully, but found that there was nothing special about these Lingyun Sect disciples.

Could it be that the blue dragon just went crazy because it had been in the sect for too long and had not devoured a cultivator for a long time, and suddenly escaped from the cage?

The middle-aged cultivator was puzzled, but in front of Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng, he dared not have any more thoughts, and could only bury this doubt deep in his heart.

…

Seeing the middle-aged cultivator subduing the blue dragon, the frightened Lingyun sect disciples regained their composure, but they looked at the disciples of Wanshou Mountain with a strong sense of disgust.

They did not dare to disrespect the middle-aged cultivator, so they could only vent their dissatisfaction on these disciples.

The disciples of Wanshou Mountain glared back without any hesitation, and some of them even made two extremely provocative gestures.

Chen Yuan was in the crowd, watching all this silently, putting the talisman in his hand into the storage bag, and he was sweating coldly.

In addition to being afraid, he also blamed himself for only preparing for the trip to the secret realm, but forgot about Wanshou Mountain.

This sect specializes in the art of taming beasts, and it is reasonable to tame monsters to hurry on the road.

Fortunately, Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng stopped the blue dragon, otherwise he would have no chance of survival.

Fortunately, the other three sects did not practice the art of taming beasts, so this kind of thing would not happen again.

Chen Yuan has a way to avoid the monsters in Dongxu Mountain, but he is powerless against this kind of high-level monster that comes to the door.

After the trip to the secret realm is over, he must find a way to solve this problem, otherwise the monster will go crazy when he sees him, which is too dangerous.

…

After the turmoil caused by the blue dragon passed, everyone continued to wait for the remaining disciples of the three sects.

Half an hour later, two giant boats came together, but they were Guiyuan Sect and Mingyin Valley.

More than a hundred cultivators came down from the giant boat of Guiyuan Sect, including more than 70 Qi Refining disciples, and the other more than 30 people were formation masters.

Every time the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain is opened, the formation master needs to set up a large formation to take advantage of the loopholes in the restriction and send the disciples into it.

Every time the formation is set up, one of the sects sends the formation master, and the others send the formation materials, which are replaced every ten years. This has been the case for thousands of years.

This year, it is the turn of the formation master of Guiyuan Sect to set up the formation, and the next time it will be the Tiangang Sword Sect.

Only more than 40 people came to Mingyin Valley. The cultivation of this sect requires Yin Qi. In addition, the disciples of the sect have not seen the sun for a long time. Their faces are pale and indifferent. They are wrapped in black robes, which makes them look gloomy and not like the righteous way.

The two sects also have two Jindan monks escorting disciples. After greeting Jin Luoheng, Xu Changan, Yingting Taoist and other Jindan monks, they stood aside and waited quietly.

Time passed slowly, but the monks of Ziyang Sect had not arrived yet.

Mo Jingchun showed impatience and whispered to Chen Yuan:

"Last time, Ziyang Sect made the five sects wait for two hours. I wonder how long we have to wait this time."

Chen Yuan was also dissatisfied. He had no feelings for Ziyang Sect, but he didn't want to stay with the people of Wanshou Mountain. He echoed:

"This sect is really domineering and doesn't take fellow practitioners seriously at all."

After two hours, a purple light flashed across the sky, and a huge boat slowly flew from the east. The purple spiritual light was shining, dyeing all the clouds and mist purple, like a surging sea tide, very much like the purple air coming from the east.

The five sects' Jindan cultivators all showed displeasure when they saw this. The handsome Taoist narrowed his eyes and shot out two sharp sword intents.

A moment later, the purple giant boat was suspended on the top of the barren mountain, and more than a hundred cultivators flew down from the giant boat.

They were all wearing purple robes, and the two leading ones had a strong spiritual pressure on their bodies. They were all Jindan cultivators.

One of them had black hair and beard, was about forty years old, had an elegant appearance, and wore a Taoist bun. He saluted to the group of Jindan cultivators and said:

"Thank you for being late, please forgive me."

Everyone returned the salute, but the handsome Taoist sneered and stood still.

The Tiangang Sword Sect and the Ziyang Sect had a feud and had always been at odds. The sword cultivators were stubborn and he didn't even bother to practice the superficial skills.

Jin Luoheng just smiled slightly and stood there without saluting.

The elegant cultivator ignored the two people, with a smile on his face, and just greeted other Jindan cultivators.

The other Jindan cultivator next to him stared at Jin Luoheng and said word by word:

"Mr. Jin, how dare you show up in front of me?"

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