Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The blue dragon was unable to block the punch in a hurry and flew backwards, with several scales sunken and more seriously injured.

At the same time, the phoenix-shaped jade hairpin flew quietly and pierced through the tail of the blue dragon, leaving a deep wound.

The self-detonation of the magic weapon was a desperate move, and the blue dragon was affected and seriously injured.

It was shocked and angry, and was about to chase Lu Gui, but was stopped by Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan. It was even more furious, and immediately turned its spearhead and fought with Wang Lin.

Wang Lin immediately fell into a disadvantage. After he used his magical powers, his physical body was comparable to that of a level 7 monster, but in front of the level 7 monster royal family, he was still inferior.

He did not hesitate to use his true energy, and his body changed again, shrinking to about ten feet high. The dark demonic energy lingering around his body condensed into a black armor, greatly increasing the strength of his physical body, and his strength also increased by half, which immediately stopped the decline.

Bang!

The fists and claws of the man and the dragon intersected, and the blue dragon retreated dozens of feet, while Wang Lin only retreated a few feet.

The blue dragon was shocked. This man was obviously only in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, but after repeatedly displaying his magical powers, his strength was actually above it, and he immediately put away his contempt.

Jing Shuhan also came in front of the blue dragon, and hundreds of light smoke flew out of the yellow small tripod, condensing into a thick smoke rope, constantly harassing it.

The phoenix-shaped jade hairpin had already flown back, and she secretly held it in her palm, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Although Jing Shuhan's cultivation was low, all his magic weapons were not bad, and they could also slightly restrain it.

The two people and the dragon were entangled in a fight, and the blue dragon seemed to be only slightly at a disadvantage.

On the other side, as soon as Chen Yuan and Kun Feng came up, the sky collapsed and the earth split.

When Kun Feng was about to kill Ao Hui, Chen Yuan displayed his nameless magical power and stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, leaving no spare energy and rushing towards Binghuo Leijing.

He had a very accurate timing. If he had acted a little earlier, Ao Hui would have been rescued. If he had acted a little later, Ao Hui would have died. Kun Feng had no worries.

But at this point, Chen Yuan suddenly attacked, leaving Kun Feng in a dilemma and hesitating.

But he only hesitated for a moment, then released a wisp of demonic power, crushing Ao Hui's soul, and then flapped his wings and disappeared from the spot.

At this time, Chen Yuan was less than ten feet away from the Binghuo Leijing, and was about to succeed, but the next moment, Kun Feng appeared between Chen Yuan and the Binghuo Leijing, and his right hand covered with dark light stretched out like lightning and grabbed Chen Yuan!

The teleportation technique was elusive, and when Kun Feng performed it, it was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of Chen Yuan in the blink of an eye.

He was also very confident in this attack. He had killed countless mid-stage Jindan cultivators.

Kun Feng had also killed two physical cultivators like Chen Yuan, and he did not take him seriously at all.

But when Kun Feng made his move, Chen Yuan seemed to have expected it. A layer of white flames appeared on his hands, rising and blazing, and he punched out!

The reason why he seized the Binghuo Leijing at this time was to turn the passive situation into active, forcing Kun Feng to intercept him, and only in this way could he limit his teleportation technique.

The moment Kun Feng's figure disappeared, he was ready, and almost the moment Kun Feng appeared, he threw this punch.

He was so close to the Binghuo Leijing that Kun Feng could only block him in front of him.

Both of them believed in the principle that one force can defeat ten skills, and they had absolute confidence in their own strength. Their movements were not fancy at all, as fast as thunder, and they collided with each other in an instant.

Bang!

The fists and palms intertwined, pure white and black intertwined, and a huge recoil force came. Both of them retreated dozens of feet, and no one had the upper hand.

Boom!

Just as a thunderbolt fell, just above the island, lightning and thunder came together, illuminating the dark world, illuminating Chen Yuan and Kun Feng.

The Zhuyan True Fire on Chen Yuan's right hand was swallowed up by the pitch-black light, leaving only a thin layer.

He had to activate his true essence before the Zhuyan True Fire rose again.

Binghuan's spiritual light was slightly dim, and a shallow mark appeared on his back.

Chen Yuan poured his true essence into Binghuan, feeling a little sluggish, but it was not a big deal.

The pitch-black light swallowed up a lot of Zhuyan True Fire, but Binghuan was not affected much.

Kun Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of pain, and there was no more contempt in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yuan.

He used his innate magical power, and the power of space was attached to his hands, which was similar to the space crack, and it was sharp and unstoppable. Even Ao Hui's dragon body was as fragile as white paper.

But the thin gloves on this person's hands could actually resist his spatial power, and the strange white flames flowed into the soul space along the spiritual connection of his innate magical power, burning his soul.

He immediately gathered the power of his soul and extinguished the white flame in the soul space, but in just this short moment, the pain of his soul being burned made him a little unbearable.

"Who are you? This white spiritual fire is so strange that it can burn the consciousness. Where did you get it from?" Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan and asked.

Chen Yuan did not answer. The Zhuyan True Fire in his hand rose, and his figure shook, rushing towards the Binghuo Thunder Crystal again.

Kun Feng frowned, fluttered his wings behind him, and teleported in front of Chen Yuan to stop him.

He did not dare to let Chen Yuan approach the Binghuo Thunder Crystal. This white flame was so strange. Chen Yuan must be proficient in the art of controlling fire, and maybe he could put away this treasure.

This Binghuo Thunder Crystal consumed a wisp of ancient Dan Fire stained with the essence of the sun's true fire. It was extremely precious. He must take it back to the clan and must not give it to others.

If Kun Feng was not a fire cultivator, he could only consume his true essence and wear away the power of the thunder contained in the thunder crystal bit by bit, and he would have taken it into his pocket long ago.

boom!

Kun Feng threw a punch, and Chen Yuan reacted without delay, blocking Kun Feng's blow.

The huge recoil force caused the two to retreat violently, and Zhu Yan's true fire and the power of space took the opportunity to fight again.

Kun Feng's soul was burned, and another crack appeared on the ice illusion in Chen Yuan's hand. The Zhu Yan's true fire, which was engulfed by the dark light, forced him to consume more true energy before the flames on his hand were rekindled.

Chen Yuan did not delay at all and rushed to Binghuo Lei Jing again, forcing Kun Feng to fight with him.

Kun Feng mastered the art of teleportation, and he could advance and retreat freely, and he was naturally invincible. Only by attacking the enemy's must-save, Chen Yuan had a chance to win.

And this was also the reason why he did not take Binghuo Lei Jing while Kun Feng was fighting with Ao Hui.

He had no way to take Binghuo Lei Jing, so he could only slowly consume the power of the thunder. If it was revealed, Kun Feng would not care at all.

Only at this time, actively using Zhu Yan's true fire could make Kun Feng misjudge.

"Looking for death!" Kun Feng was furious. He was actually led by a cultivator by the nose. What a shame!

He flapped his wings and rushed towards Chen Yuan. His arms were covered with a layer of dark light. He threw several punches in succession. The shadows of his fists filled the sky, not allowing Chen Yuan to cross the line.

Chen Yuan did not give in and punched back. Every time the dark light devoured a wisp of Zhuyan True Fire, a new Zhuyan True Fire would rise.

The two flew backwards like meteors, and then rushed up like meteors again. Every collision of their punches had a shocking momentum.

In just ten breaths, the two threw countless punches, and under the shadows of their fists, there were intertwined white flames and dark light.

Kun Feng's innate magical power is similar to the space crack, which can devour everything. Although his strength is limited, no one can resist his space power unless the Yuanying cultivator takes action.

Scars appeared on the hard ice illusion in Chen Yuan's hand, and the spiritual light became dimmer and dimmer. The constantly surging ice power was also swallowed by the dark light and did not play any role.

Kun Feng continued to perform the teleportation technique, his figure flashed, and appeared in all directions of Chen Yuan, but Chen Yuan was able to react every time and block his attack in time.

Chen Yuan let Zhu Yan's true fire be swallowed by the dark light, and most of it was exiled into nothingness, but the remaining wisp of flame followed the trace of the mysterious spiritual connection and poured into Kun Feng's soul space, burning his soul and burning his spirit, which was more terrifying than any spiritual fire that could burn everything.

The existence of Zhu Yan's true fire also allowed Chen Yuan to clearly sense Kun Feng's position, and his teleportation technique had no effect at all.

Neither of them could do anything to the other. Kun Feng's soul was burned and the pain was unbearable. Chen Yuan's true essence was consumed violently, and the sea of ​​true essence in his dantian evaporated at an alarming rate.

After another twenty breaths of close combat, the two suddenly separated, separated by dozens of feet, and confronted each other from a distance.

Kun Feng was panting, his facial features were distorted, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and his body was trembling slightly.

He was almost driven crazy by the strange white flames. This was the punishment of refining the soul and extracting the spirit. He had never experienced such pain. His eyes were stained with a layer of red, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him into pieces.

Kun Feng suppressed this desire to kill. Although he was unruly, he was not reckless and crazy.

This white flame could burn the soul and arouse the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart. He had never heard of it. This person could control such a strange spiritual fire, and his huge strength was almost the same as his. He was indeed a great enemy he had never seen in his life. He must not be negligent and reveal any flaws.

Chen Yuan lowered his head slightly, took off the ice illusion in his hand, and his white hair fell down.

Binghuan was covered with scars and a layer of faint black light. His spiritual light was so dim that he could no longer be used.

The power of space was too sharp, and even a magic weapon made of thousand-year-old ice silk could hardly resist it.

Half of his true energy was consumed in the past thirty breaths, and he could only last for fifty breaths at most.

He couldn't drag it on any longer. Kunfeng was a level seven monster, and his demon power was stronger than his. A long battle would be disadvantageous to him.

But Zhuyan's true fire was his strongest means, and he had no other way to threaten Kunfeng.

Chen Yuan had the idea of ​​retreating. He already knew that Kunfeng was a descendant of the true spirit, and he could wait for a breakthrough in his cultivation in the future before entering the sea of ​​​​ten thousand monsters.

But what he didn't know was that Kunfeng was already at the end of his strength.

Kunfeng had fought a big battle with Ao Hui before. Although he was stronger than Ao Hui, Ao Hui was also the son of the demon king and was only one step away from transforming. In order to defeat Ao Hui, he also consumed a lot.

Originally, he did not take Chen Yuan, a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, seriously. However, after a fight, his soul was repeatedly burned by Zhuyan True Fire and was seriously injured. The pain of extracting soul and refining spirit almost made him unable to suppress the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart.

It was the first time that Kun Feng was so embarrassed. No monster or cultivator had ever forced him to this point. His fighting spirit was greatly reduced.

He did not know Chen Yuan's background, and was afraid that if he continued to fight, his soul would be burned into nothingness by the strange white flame.

Both of them wanted to retreat, and they separated at the same time, looking at each other warily, but did not rush forward again.

Kun Feng said coldly: "Don't even think about getting your hands on this Binghuo Thunder Crystal. If you retreat now, I will forgive you for the past."

"What a coincidence, I am determined to get this Thunder Crystal." Chen Yuan said lightly.

Kun Feng narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you want to fight me to the death?"

"Unless you give up the Thunder Crystal, I will definitely accompany you to the end!" Chen Yuan responded sharply.

Although he had the idea of ​​retreating, he could not show weakness in the face of such a strong enemy as Kun Feng.

"Okay! I'll send you off right now. Your golden elixir must be more delicious than others!" Kun Feng flapped his wings and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan could see through his teleportation technique, so he simply stopped wasting his demonic power and used his innate magical powers and physical strength to fight Chen Yuan in close combat.

But at this moment, another battle group changed, and the blue dragon shouted: "Brother Kun, save me!"

Brother Kun stopped immediately and turned his head to look over.

Chen Yuan also looked intently, and saw that Wang Lin's demonic energy was boiling, condensing into a pitch-black spear, and he threw it hard, shooting out like a meteor, directly nailing the blue dragon to the ground!

The rolling demonic energy flew out from the pitch-black spear, seemingly light as a feather, but actually heavy as a thousand pounds, firmly suppressing the blue dragon.

Jing Shuhan pointed at the yellow tripod in front of him, and the tripod shone brightly. Three hundred and sixty light smoke flew out and turned into a long rope, flying towards the blue dragon, tying it up tightly and making it unable to move.

Wang Lin's expression was extremely painful, but he laughed loudly: "It's great! What's the matter with the dragon? I have killed one before, and you can't escape death!"

His armor was broken, and the silver scales with golden light were also damaged everywhere. There were three deep wounds on his chest, and his beating internal organs could be seen. The blood dyed most of his body red.

But the blue dragon nailed to the ground was even more miserable than him. The blue dragon scales that were originally mighty and extraordinary were no longer intact at this moment. Only one of the two long whiskers was left, and the right front claw was broken at the root.

In just a few dozen breaths, a man and a dragon fought to such an extent, which was tragic.

Wang Lin raised his hand and grabbed it. The broken black armor disintegrated by itself, turning into wisps of demonic energy, and then condensed into a spear. He threw it hard and flew towards the blue dragon.

When he threw it, his whole body trembled, his facial features twisted, and he seemed to be in great pain.

Kun Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and his wings flapped. His figure disappeared from the spot, teleported to the front of the spear, opened his mouth wide, and a dark light flashed, swallowing the demonic spear!

Wang Lin's face changed. This magical power of condensing demonic energy was his strongest means, but it was so easily resolved by Kun Feng.

He smacked his lips and looked at Wang Lin: "What a pure demonic energy, only slightly inferior to the true demonic energy. Your golden elixir must taste good."

He flapped his wings, teleported in front of Wang Lin, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

When Kun Feng swallowed the spear, Wang Lin was on guard. Seeing his figure disappear, he immediately retreated and avoided this grab.

But Wang Lin only dodged for a moment. Kun Feng flapped his wings and teleported behind Wang Lin again, stabbing into his dantian.

Wang Lin roared wildly, raised his hand to grab Kun Feng's right hand, and a rolling demonic energy emerged, corroding the dark light attached to Kun Feng's arm, making a hissing sound.

The two were deadlocked together, Kun Feng's right hand could not move forward, and Wang Lin could not get away.

Jing Shuhan was very anxious, raised his hand and threw the phoenix-shaped jade hairpin at Kun Feng.

Kun Feng raised his left hand, the dark light surged, and he easily caught the jade hairpin. He glanced at Jing Shuhan and said coldly: "Don't worry, the next one is you."

He pushed his right hand forward with force, frantically urging the demonic power, and the dark light shone brightly.

But at this critical moment of life and death, Wang Lin tried his best to stop him, and the demonic energy in his body burst out, turning into several giant pythons, biting Kun Feng's arm, preventing him from moving forward.

The two men were deadlocked for three breaths, and Kun Feng still had the upper hand. He slowly inserted his right hand into Wang Lin's Dantian, and grasped his golden elixir with his right hand.

"Stop!" A loud shout came, and Kun Feng's right hand suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and saw Chen Yuan grabbing the blue dragon's neck with his right hand, and the red fire of the devil rose. He looked up at Kun Feng and Wang Lin who were entangled with each other, with cold eyes.

"Ah!"

The blue dragon howled miserably, and the dragon body nailed to the ground by the devil's spear kept struggling and twisting, as if it was suffering from the pain of purgatory.

Suddenly, the red fire on Chen Yuan's right hand dissipated, and the blue dragon stopped, panting heavily, looking at Chen Yuan with fear in his eyes.

"If you kill him, this blue dragon will also be buried with him!" Chen Yuan said coldly.

"You dare to threaten me?" Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan and slowly loosened his right hand holding Wang Lin's golden elixir.

"Let him go!" Chen Yuan said.

"Impossible, you let it go first!" Kun Feng said.

The two refused to give in to each other, and they both saw strong murderous intent in each other's eyes.

But behind the murderous intent, there was fear and hesitation.

Chen Yuan couldn't just sit and watch Wang Lin die. He still needed Wang Lin to help deal with the Yuntian Patriarch.

Kun Feng couldn't let Lan Jiao get into trouble. The Kunyu clan paid a huge price and secretly supported Lan Jiao. It was about to bear fruit and could not afford to lose.

But both of them were worried that if they let go of the hostage, the other party would kill them. The scene was deadlocked for a while.

The atmosphere became heavier and heavier, and the murderous intent in the eyes of the two became stronger and stronger. At this time, Lan Jiao cautiously said: "How about letting go at the same time?"

"Okay, you and I let go at the same time." Kun Feng said.

"Impossible, you know the art of teleportation, and you can kill people at any time." Chen Yuan said.

"I can kill people now!" Kun Feng's eyes turned cold, and his right hand grasped Wang Lin's golden elixir again.

Wang Lin's face changed, and he didn't dare to make any move.

"Don't worry, this blue dragon will be buried with you." Chen Yuan looked at Wang Lin with a cold voice.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the Feiyun Sword appeared out of thin air and pressed against the neck of the blue dragon.

The blue dragon showed fear in his eyes and shouted: "Brother Kun, save me!"

"It seems that you have a close relationship. I wonder if its death here will affect the plan of the Kunyu clan?" Chen Yuan said.

"What do you mean?" Kun Feng's eyes flashed coldly.

Chen Yuan said: "Then let me make it more clear. You killed the red dragon, but then rescued the blue dragon. Although I don't know the inside story, it must have involved the fight between the Kunyu clan and the dragon clan. This blue dragon should have a close relationship with the Kunyu clan, right?"

"This Binghuo Thunder Crystal appears so suddenly, and it is on an island wrapped by a wind wall. It cannot be detected by spiritual consciousness. I think it was you who lured it down, in order to lure the red dragon here."

"Now it seems that you have succeeded, but if this blue dragon dies, it will have a big impact on the plans of the Kunyu family. Otherwise, why would you care about its life and death? Am I right?"

Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan without saying a word.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Haha, it seems I was right. If you let the two of them leave the island, I will let go of this blue dragon."

"You don't care about the life or death of these two people at all?" Kun Feng said coldly.

"They are just from the same sect as me. If they die, they will die. Jueling Island is inherently dangerous. Master will punish them once or twice at most. What should I fear?" Chen Yuan said calmly.

"Don't human monks value the inheritance of their masters the most? I didn't expect you to be so cold-blooded and ruthless, but you have a bit of the demeanor of my demon clan." Kun Feng said sarcastically.

Chen Yuan sneered and said: "The inheritance of the sect is what the righteous monks like to promote most. We, the demonic monks, only look at the strength. Don't talk nonsense, will you let them go?"

He raised his hand a little, and Feiyun Sword invaded Lan Jiao a few inches, and blood slid down the sword body. Lan Jiao's eyes were filled with fear, and he shouted loudly: "Brother Kun, save me!"

Kun Feng glanced at it with disgust and said coldly: "What should you do if you don't keep your promise and regret killing it after I let him go?"

Chen Yuan said: "I will not offend the Kunyu clan for no reason. This is not good for me."

"In order to kill that red dragon, you actually used Binghuo Thunder Crystal as bait. This blue dragon will definitely be of great use to the Kunyu clan."

"If I kill it and get targeted by the Kunyu clan, wouldn't I be asking for death?"

Kun Feng felt relieved and nodded slightly: "I can let you go, but I fought with you and don't know your name and origin. You must tell the truth and I will let you go."

"It's easy to say, my name is Chen Yuan, and I worship under the disciple Ji Zhenren of Tianji Sect." Chen Yuan said calmly.

"Disciple Ji Laogui? I remember you." Kun Feng's eyes flashed coldly.

He took back his right hand, and Wang Lin covered his abdomen and stared at Kun Feng with a fierce look in his eyes.

Kun Feng looked back at him coldly. After all, he did not dare to make a move. He just snorted and flew towards Jing Shuhan.

"Junior brother and sister, please exit this island first. I will follow you later." Chen Yuan said.

"Chen...senior brother, take care." Jing Shuhan saluted Chen Yuan and entered the wind wall with Wang Lin, who had returned to his original shape.

Chen Yuan waited quietly for a quarter of an hour, then reached out and pulled out the demonic spear that penetrated Lan Jiao's body. He took a step back. Lan Jiao's body swung and flew towards Kun Feng. The dragon's blood spilled on the ground, sparking several electric arcs and crackling sounds. Voice.

Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan with murderous intent in his eyes, but remembering the strange white flame, he did not act rashly after all.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Chen said goodbye. If we have a chance in the future, I can learn from Kun Taoist friends again."

After saying that, he took up the escape light and flew out of the island.

"Chen...fellow Daoist Chen, please give me a helping hand. I will be very grateful."

Chen Yuan paused and turned around to see Lu Gui holding his abdomen, his face as white as paper, and his eyes looking pleading.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, then looked at Kun Feng: "This person has an old relationship with me, so I ask fellow Taoist Kun to show mercy."

Kun Feng glanced at Lu Gui and said calmly: "You want to save a dying person? I also want to taste his golden elixir."

Lu Gui's heart tightened, and he looked at Chen Yuan with more pleading eyes.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes: "There are so many golden elixirs. I believe that fellow Taoist Kun is not short of this one."

"Forget it, just take him away." Kun Feng waved his hand.

Lu Gui breathed a sigh of relief and followed Chen Yuan into the wind wall. (End of chapter)