Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

After Chen Yuan escaped for dozens of miles, his face turned a little paler, and a streak of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This short fight broke several meridians in his body, and the tearing of meridians in his body became more serious.

After escaping for dozens of miles, he suddenly turned his body and flew to the southwest.

The Nascent Soul cultivators escaped very fast, and it was normal to travel tens of thousands of miles a day.

The mountain gate of Zhenhai Sect was less than 100,000 miles away from the deserted island where Chen Yuan opened a cave, and Patriarch Yuntian could arrive in less than two days.

Chen Yuan had been escaping for more than a day at this time. After escaping for tens of thousands of miles, Patriarch Yuntian should have caught up with him, and even not far away from him.

He didn't dare to flee to the northwest blindly, lest he be caught up by Patriarch Yuntian.

Now the blue light spot has just moved abnormally, and it will take at least two or three hours to break through the blockade of Zhuyan True Fire next time. He suddenly changed direction, which should be able to open up a lot of distance.

Chen Yuan made up his mind, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suppressed the severe pain in his body.

Above the azure sea, a blood-colored light flew past, like a red meteor, across the sky, and flew away.

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Ancestor Yuntian looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, his eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "Where did Chen Yuan escape to?"

The white-haired old man's aura fluctuated, and he had the cultivation of the late Jindan stage. His right arm was broken at the shoulder, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were full of fear.

Facing the question from Patriarch Yuntian, he answered respectfully: "Reporting to the Grand Elder, Chen Yuan fled to the west. He used the blood escape technique and his escape speed was so fast that he could almost catch up with the Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Patriarch Yuntian frowned and said: "Nonsense! He is only in the middle stage of the Jindan stage. Even if he used the blood escape technique, his escape speed could not be comparable to that of the Nascent Soul cultivator. You are exaggerating like this. Are you trying to make excuses for yourself?"

The white-haired old man trembled all over and hurriedly explained: "Grand Elder, I am wise. What I said is true. "

"The blood escape technique of Chen Yuan is different from that of ordinary people. The blood light is extremely rich, and it is more refined than the magic cultivators who specialize in the way of blood. Even if his escape speed is not as fast as that of the Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not far behind!"

Ancestor Yuntian frowned even more tightly: "I will verify whether what you said is true. You should withdraw first, and do not let the Righteous Alliance discover your identity."

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I will obey the order of the Supreme Elder!"

Ancestor Yuntian's figure flashed, soared into the sky, and soon disappeared from the eyes of the white-haired old man.

He flew to the west, and the clouds, islands, and seas under him quickly swept back. In the blink of an eye, he had escaped dozens of miles.

This was the sixth day that he personally pursued Chen Yuan.

Since the secret hand left in Chen Yuan's body broke out, Ancestor Yuntian immediately left Zhenhai Sect and rushed to the Huangling Sea.

At the same time, he used the conch shell given to him by the head of the sect to notify all the elders and spies of the Zhenhai Sect in the sea areas under the jurisdiction of the Righteous Alliance and the Tianji Sect, and ordered them to lay a net to kill Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan wanted to escape to Jiuxianzhou, but Jiuxianzhou was more than 100,000 miles away from the Huangling Sea Area. For a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan, the journey was extremely long. There was also the hidden hand he left behind, which could sense Chen Yuan's position, so he had no chance of escaping.

Patriarch Yuntian was confident and chased Chen Yuan three thousand miles behind him in just two days.

But an hour ago, he once again activated the hidden hand he left behind and sensed Chen Yuan's position, but found that he was still three thousand miles away from Chen Yuan!

For four whole days, the distance between him and Chen Yuan had never shortened.

He was activating the secret technique all the time, but the interval between him and Chen Yuan was getting longer and longer.

He had to believe that maybe the white-haired old man was right. After Chen Yuan performed the blood escape technique, his escape speed could really be comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuanying period.

Patriarch Yuntian looked gloomy. He looked ahead, as if he could see Chen Yuan running for his life. He murmured, "I wonder how long you can escape!"

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The Fu Hai Ge chopped down heavily, cutting a seven or eight-year-old boy in front of him into two pieces. A golden pill flew out of the broken body and fled in panic.

"Cut!" Chen Yuan pointed at one point, and the Feiyun Sword shot out, cutting the golden pill into two halves, which disintegrated into a ball of pure spiritual energy and dissipated in the world.

Puff!

Chen Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood, his pale face was bloodless, his body was thin, and a thin layer of blood-colored escape light was wrapped around his body, flowing unsteadily.

He raised his hand and put away the Fu Hai Ge and Feiyun Sword, and took the mustard ring on the boy's wrist into his hand. His escape speed increased sharply and flew forward.

This was the seventh wave of Zhenhai Sect monks who intercepted him.

Zhenhai Sect is indeed the largest sect in Yuqing Sea, with profound heritage. Even in the sea area ruled by Tianji Sect and Zhengqi League, there are dozens of Jindan cultivators who can be driven.

However, most of them are cultivators in the early and middle stages of Jindan. The boy was the third late Jindan cultivator that Chen Yuan met along the way. It took some effort to kill him.

The price he paid for this was that several meridians in his body were broken.

As he fled all the way, he was getting closer and closer to Jiuxianzhou, and his injuries became more and more serious.

At this time, half of his meridians were broken. Although they were mainly residual meridians, they also greatly reduced the speed of the circulation of true energy. Every time he fought with others, he needed to consume more true energy.

Fortunately, the main meridians were extremely tough and there was no danger of breaking. Otherwise, Chen Yuan's true energy could not be circulated and he would have been caught up by the old ancestor Yuntian.

But the main meridians would not break. Every time the true energy circulated, the dense cracks on the main meridians would become deeper and wider.

Chen Yuan was experiencing severe pain like Ling Chi all the time, but his heart was as cold as stone, and he suppressed all the deepening pain, as well as the deeper and deeper hatred for Patriarch Yuntian. Go down.

He only had one thought at the moment, escape!

After flying hundreds of miles, the already thin blood-colored escape light around Chen Yuan finally dissipated, and his escape speed dropped sharply.

He took a deep breath, suddenly raised his hand and slapped his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, which turned into a ball of blood mist and merged into the escape light.

The escape speed that had just been reduced for a moment immediately returned to its original speed and flew forward.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Chen Yuan's green and white face lost all luster, like a zombie, with skin and bones all over his body, as thin as firewood.

With a thought in his mind, a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand, he tipped it into his mouth, and a drop of Centennial Spirit Milk fell into his belly. His true energy was completely restored, and his escape speed became a little faster.

Chen Yuan suddenly used force and crushed the jade bottle to pieces. Opening his hands, the white jade powder flew away with the wind. In the howling wind, it turned into a long tassel and fell into the sea, shining with crystal luster under the sunlight.

Three days ago, he used the first drop of Centennial Milk, and this was the second and last drop.

Flying away at full speed, performing blood escape techniques, and fighting with Zhenhai Sect monks, Chen Yuan's true energy was consumed very quickly, and being able to sustain it for three days was already the result of his pure and strong true energy.

If it were an ordinary mid-stage pill-forming monk, his true energy would probably be exhausted on the first day.

This is also the third time he has used the blood escape technique. The first time he used 20% of the blood essence, the second time he used 30% of the blood essence, and this time, he still used 30% of the blood essence.

This is his limit. If he consumes one more point of essence and blood, his strength will be greatly reduced.

Thanks to his physical training and the refining of Zhu Yan's true blood, the blood essence and blood are extremely pure. Only 20% of the essence blood is left in the body, so it is not affected much, but his appearance is extremely terrifying.

Most monks can easily bear the consumption of 30% of their essence and blood, but they will recover very slowly afterward.

But on this basis, for every 10% more essence and blood consumed, the damage will double.

Ordinary monks would be on the verge of death as long as they consume 60% of their essence and blood.

Even demon cultivators who specialize in the blood path would not dare to consume blood essence like this.

Chen Yuan consumed so much essence and blood, paid such a huge price, and received huge rewards.

His escape speed far exceeds that of the Danjie monks and is almost comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul monks. For six days, he has not been caught up by Patriarch Yuntian.

Chen Yuan didn't know how far away Ancestor Yuntian was from him, but he knew that Ancestor Yuntian was definitely chasing him not far behind him at this moment. As long as he relaxed a little, he would die without a burial place.

In the past six days, whenever the blue light spot moved, it would change direction without any rules, making it impossible for Ancestor Yuntian to predict.

At this time, he was only more than 10,000 miles away from the Nine Immortals Continent. The blue light spots continued to disintegrate on their own, and the intervals between abnormal movements became longer and longer. Zhu Yan's true fire continued to wear away, and only the blue light in more than ten meridians remained. Point, still stubbornly resisting.

Chen Yuan finally saw hope. On his ferocious face, his eyes were extremely bright. Looking ahead, he seemed to see the distant Nine Immortals Continent.

After escaping for more than six thousand miles, a ray of light suddenly appeared in Chen Yuan's consciousness, flying from the front.

He folded and flew to the side, but this escape light came straight towards Chen Yuan. The escape speed increased sharply, no less than his blood escape technique, and stopped thousands of feet in front of Chen Yuan.

The escaping light faded away, revealing a young monk with a handsome appearance and strong energy. He had the cultivation of the late stage of pill formation, and was surrounded by a wisp of fresh air.

He looked at Chen Yuan with proud eyes and said, "You are Chen..."

A cold light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, activating Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned into snow white, Zhu Yan's true fire appeared in his hands, and he rushed forward without stopping.

Ancestor Yuntian is behind you, so don’t waste a breath!

Chen Yuan crossed a thousand feet in an instant, and the young monk had to swallow the second half of his words. His face sank, and he pointed, a six-story glazed tower appeared out of thin air above Chen Yuan's head, and suddenly fell down, with a sealing force. swept across.

A strange look flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes. This was actually a sea-suppressing tower, but it was far from comparable to Patriarch Yuntian's sea-suppressing tower. It was only a mid-level magic weapon.

The power of sealing the town was much weaker than that of Patriarch Yuntian's Zhenhai Tower, but it still made Chen Yuan's figure sluggish.

The power of sealing the town involves space, and it is extremely difficult for the alchemy monks to resist it.

Chen Yuan looked sharply, raised his hand to grab it, and the Qinglong Shield appeared out of thin air in his hand, and threw it directly towards the Zhenhai Tower, shouting: "Explode!"

The Qinglong Shield was pierced by the Demon Refining Knife and was seriously damaged, making it unusable.

But no matter how badly damaged it is, it is still an out-and-out low-level magic weapon.

When Chen Yuan finished speaking, the Qinglong Shield had already flown to the bottom of the Zhenhai Tower, exploded with a bang, the fragments flew away, and a powerful wave spread out, offsetting the sealing power of the Zhenhai Tower.

Chen Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and exploded the magic weapon, which would inevitably damage his consciousness.

But his consciousness is strong, and the Qinglong Shield is only a low-level magic weapon, so it can still hold up.

With the help of the self-destructive power of this magic weapon, he became a little faster, rushed in front of the young monk, and punched out!

The young monk was not in a hurry, with a wave of pure energy around his body, he stepped back, avoiding Chen Yuan's punch, and sneered: "Haha, self-destruction magic weapon, it seems that you are at the end of your rope, so let's just let it go!"

As he said that, he launched another golden flying sword and slashed at Chen Yuan. It was actually a mid-level magic weapon like Zhenhai Tower.

The sword shone like lightning, with a bit of sword cultivation style, which reminded Chen Yuan of Qi Lang who died in his hands.

The sword came fiercely, but Chen Yuan did not dodge, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it.

He had to rush over as fast as possible and must not waste time.

The flying sword was extremely fast, but Chen Yuan only needed to stretch out his hand, and it was even faster, grabbing the golden flying sword in his hand.

The golden light flashed on the sword, leaving a deep crack on Binghuan, almost cutting Binghuan in half.

The sword energy penetrated Binghuan and pierced Chen Yuan's left hand, leaving a huge wound, but not a few drops of blood flowed out.

Chen Yuan only had 20% of his blood and essence left, and there was no blood left.

The young monk smiled coldly, but the next moment, his face suddenly twisted and he screamed: "Ah! You...what did you do? I'm going to kill you!"

Just as Chen Yuan grabbed the flying sword, Zhu Yan's true fire rose up, following the connection between the young monk and the flying sword, and poured into his soul space, burning his soul!

Chen Yuan wasted his true essence, and Zhu Yan's true fire was extremely blazing. The young monk's soul was burned by half, and his expression was extremely painful.

Chen Yuan sneered, and his pale face became even more terrifying. He wiped off the spiritual mark on the golden flying sword, put it into the mustard ring, and rushed past the young monk at the same speed.

The young monk looked ferocious and wanted to activate his true essence, but his soul was burned and his consciousness was disordered. He couldn't use his magical powers or control the Zhenhai Tower to fight the enemy.

He could only watch Chen Yuan fleeing away, a sense of tyranny rising from the bottom of his heart, and shouted: "Chen Yuan, I will kill you!"

Chen Yuan heard the young cultivator's roar from afar, but he didn't care. He just fled forward and soon got rid of him.

After that, he didn't encounter the Zhenhai Sect cultivators' interception and killing again. After flying more than 4,000 miles, he saw a boundless land in the distance.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed. He finally came to Jiuxianzhou!

At this moment, the blue light spot moved again, condensed into a blue spiritual light, rushed out of the body, and collapsed.

Chen Yuan looked inside himself. There were only three meridians left in his body, and there were still blue light spots.

The Zhuyan True Fire gathered in these three meridians, rising fiercely. It only took a quarter of an hour to wipe out all the remaining blue light spots.

Chen Yuan felt relieved. The sea was wide for fish to leap, and the sky was high for birds to fly. He finally didn't have to worry about being caught up by the Yuntian Patriarch.

But his speed did not slow down. He flew over the land and continued to flee inland. The blood-colored light cut through the sky and soon disappeared.

A quarter of an hour later, a light fell from the sky, revealing the figure of Patriarch Yuntian.

He was suspended in the air, overlooking the land under his feet, his face extremely gloomy.

He no longer activated the secret technique, because the hidden hand he left in Chen Yuan's body had been completely wiped out.

Patriarch Yuntian's eyes suddenly paused. Twenty miles away from him was a fishing village by the sea.

It was sunset at this time, and fishermen in short brown linen clothes returned to the village with their catches.

There were also curls of smoke rising from the yards of more than a dozen families, and laughter and joy continued in the village.

Patriarch Yuntian suddenly felt that this fishing village was a bit dazzling. With a flick of his sleeves, the quiet sea under the setting sun suddenly became angry. A huge wave several dozen feet high rose from the sea, swept to the shore, and rushed straight to the fishing village.

There were screams in the village, and everyone tried to flee out of the village.

A fisherman in his twenties, dark and skinny, held a two-year-old girl in his left hand and held a young woman tightly in his right hand, and ran out of the village desperately.

But the world-destroying waves soon caught up with them, drowning the young fisherman, the woman, the girl, and the entire fishing village.

After a while, the turbid sea water quietly retreated with corpses, reeds, wood, iron pots and many other things, leaving a mess.

The body of the young fisherman was stuck between two stones, with his eyes wide open and a frightened expression on his face.

He opened his hands, and his thin arms were like iron hoops, holding the woman and the girl tightly in his arms.

The gloomy face of the old ancestor Yuntian finally looked better, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the horizon. (End of this chapter)