Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The woman wore a white top with a light blue gauze covering it, revealing two white and flat lumps on her chest.

She wore a short skirt that was not even knee-length, revealing two tight calves, bare feet, and flawless white jade feet.

It was the charming woman who had provoked the old man Yuntian and the layman Qingliu in front of the Tongtian Palace, the Jin surnamed demon king!

"Junior greets the senior demon king." Chen Yuan's face was extremely ugly, and he bowed to the charming woman.

"What senior demon king? You call me old, just call me sister." The charming woman frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"..." Chen Yuan was stunned and quickly changed his words, "It was the junior who was rude, meet... sister."

"That's right, what's your name? Which sect are you from?" The charming woman chuckled.

"Junior Chen Yuan, a cultivator of the Tianji Sect, practicing Taoism under Master Ji." Chen Yuan answered respectfully.

The gentler the charming woman's attitude was, the more he dared not be careless.

Chen Yuan saw all the verbal confrontations between her and the old ancestor Yuntian in front of the Tongtian Palace.

Therefore, he did not dare to reveal his and the old ancestor Yuntian's identities, fearing that he would anger the charming woman, so he could only borrow the name of Ji Laogui again.

"Ji Laogui? It's rare that he can teach you a physical cultivation." The charming woman's tone was a little surprised.

"Ex-sister...Is there an old relationship with my master?" Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

The charming woman smiled lightly: "Haha, I have fought with him before, so we are acquainted. Since you are Ji Laogui's disciple, I can't treat you unfairly."

"My position as the main wife in Luoxia Palace happened to be vacant not long ago, so I will let you be my main wife, how about it?"

"Main wife?" Chen Yuan's face changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Senior, do you want me to be your face-to-face?"

"Why do you still call me senior? Am I so old in your eyes?" The charming woman glanced at Chen Yuan with dissatisfaction.

"Senior, you are joking. I have a low level of cultivation, how dare I blaspheme you." Chen Yuan's face was very ugly.

"Why, you don't want to be my main wife?" The charming woman's face sank.

"Senior, why do you want me to be your face-to-face? I am ordinary in appearance, and I really dare not defile you." Chen Yuan said.

The charming woman smiled and said, "Your appearance is really not that good. I have also collected many beautiful boys before, but they are not durable. After only a few months, their bodies collapsed."

"And you are a physical cultivator, with a strong body. You only need a little training. Your skills in bed must be good, and you must be much better than those beautiful boys who are only good-looking."

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your appreciation, senior. It seems that I have no choice but to agree."

"Don't call me senior anymore, call me sister!" The charming woman rolled her eyes at him.

"Yes, sister." Chen Yuan immediately changed his words.

The charming woman smiled: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. Being my wife is what many people dream of. I will cherish you."

"This Jueling Island is too dangerous. To prevent accidents, I will leave a mark in your body. If you are in danger, I can save your life."

Chen Yuan's face changed slightly: "That's not necessary. What danger can a junior have when following my sister?"

"Hehe, this is not up to you!" The charming woman chuckled, raised her hand and waved, and the snow-white chest trembled slightly like water waves, and a golden light flew towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and his body suddenly grew to a height of about ten feet. The white of his eyes appeared on his body, and his black hair turned snow-white, dancing without wind. Zhuyan True Fire appeared in his right hand, and he punched out!

Dang!

The silver-white fist covered with white flames hit the golden light, making a clear sound like the collision of metal and iron.

Chen Yuan retreated a hundred feet, with countless wounds all over his body. Invisible Qi burst out from his body, blood splattered, his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood.

On the back of his right hand, there was a deep wound, and the white bones could be seen.

He had stored the Ice Illusion in his Dantian for warming. Without the protection of this pair of gloves, his hands became much more fragile.

The golden light shattered, and the charming woman's face suddenly changed. She said with a painful expression: "How dare you fight back? What kind of magical power is this?"

At the moment when the golden light shattered, a burning feeling actually flowed into the soul space along her spiritual connection with the golden light, spreading to her soul.

The soul was burned, which was like refining the soul and extracting the spirit. Even a Yuanying cultivator could not bear it.

The charming woman immediately looked inside herself and found a wisp of white flame attached to her soul. She immediately mobilized the power of the soul to extinguish it.

She looked at Chen Yuan's right hand, her eyes gleaming with wonder. This white flame could actually follow the ethereal spiritual connection and burn the soul. It was unheard of.

Chen Yuan said coldly: "It's just a small trick. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

He agreed to be the concubine of the charming woman, just to flatter her and wait for an opportunity to escape.

But the charming woman wanted to plant a restriction in his body. He was already held hostage by the old ancestor Yuntian. How could he let his life and death be controlled by others?

Being the concubine of the charming woman, he could not go to the old ancestor Yuntian as agreed. The mysterious red light spot exploded and he could not escape death.

Either way, he would die. Why not give it a try!

The charming woman's face turned cold: "If you don't accept the toast, you will be punished!"

As soon as the voice fell, he shook his body and flew towards Chen Yuan.

Just now she just wanted Chen Yuan to be her concubine, but now she wanted to ask Chen Yuan about the origin of this white flame.

Chen Yuan had been staring at the charming woman's every move, and immediately stepped back when he saw this.

But the charming woman was very fast, and she flew in front of Chen Yuan in an instant, raising her hand and pressing on Chen Yuan's chest.

Her petite body seemed fragile in front of Chen Yuan, who was ten feet tall, and the press was also light, as if it was just a caress between lovers.

But Chen Yuan was hit by this, as if he was hit by a meteorite falling from the sky. His body flew backwards, rubbing a gully a hundred feet wide on the ground before he stopped.

Puff!

Chen Yuan spit out a large mouthful of blood, his chest was deeply sunken, his internal organs were severely injured, and even two ribs pierced through the skin and flesh, with white bone stumps exposed outside, which was extremely creepy.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, this blow would have killed him.

But he was a physical cultivator, with a strong body and tenacious vitality, but he was seriously injured.

He covered his chest and stood up with difficulty.

The next moment, the charming woman had flown to Chen Yuan and stood in mid-air.

She looked at Chen Yuan, her beautiful eyes blinking, her long eyelashes fluttering like a flying butterfly.

"You are indeed the one I have chosen. You are still alive and well despite such a serious injury. It would be a pity if I don't train you to be my mistress, isn't it?" The charming woman chuckled, a layer of light golden light appeared on her right hand, and she raised her hand to grab Chen Yuan's neck.

Snap!

Chen Yuan suddenly raised his left hand, grasped the charming woman's wrist, his eyes showed a fierce look, and the Zhuyan True Fire suddenly rose from his hand and poured into the charming woman's body!

"Ah!"

The charming woman's body trembled, and with a flick of her right hand, Chen Yuan's huge body flew dozens of feet away, smashing a big pit on the ground.

The charming woman's body trembled constantly, her facial features were distorted, and her originally beautiful face looked extremely ferocious at this time. A little white fire appeared in the depths of her pupils, which looked extremely weird.

Chen Yuan's attack consumed 90% of his true essence, which was all transformed into Zhuyan True Fire and poured into the body of the charming woman.

In her soul space, a golden feather eagle that had shrunk a thousand times was wrapped in white flames and burned fiercely.

This was the soul of the charming woman. The eagle soul, which was originally golden, had become much dimmer at this time.

The charming woman mobilized a large amount of soul power and finally extinguished the white flame, but the soul became much thinner as a result. The pain of burning soul and burning spirit was deeply engraved in her heart.

She stared at Chen Yuan, bloodshot in her eyes, and said word by word: "You are looking for death!"

"It's just a courtesy. Is the demon king satisfied with this taste?" Chen Yuan smiled coldly.

He got up from the pit with difficulty, covering his chest with his right hand, and his left arm drooped limply. The swing of the charming woman just now shattered his left shoulder.

But the charming woman was more seriously injured than him. The physical injury can be healed with just one healing pill, but the soul injury can only be recovered slowly.

This is the power from Zhu Yan's true spirit. Even if Chen Yuan's cultivation is only in the middle stage of Jindan, he can still hurt the transformed demon king with Zhu Yan's true blood!

When the charming woman heard this, her eyes were full of murderous intent, but the next moment, her face suddenly changed, raised her hand and waved, and a golden light flew out, directly hitting Chen Yuan's head.

This golden light was extremely fast, and Chen Yuan was seriously injured at this time. He was already unable to resist, let alone dodge. He could only stand there and watch the golden light shoot towards his face.

Ding!

But at this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky and smashed the golden light to pieces.

"Haha, isn't it unbecoming for the demon king to kill a junior?" At the same time, a gentle voice came leisurely.

Chen Yuan was stunned and immediately looked up at the sky.

A cultivator descended from the sky. He was wearing a gray robe and a turban. He had an old face and a peaceful expression. He held a purple brush with a tortoise-shell tube in his right hand and a bluestone inkstone with a fish pattern in his left hand. There was a thin layer of ink in the inkstone.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed. He raised his right hand and bowed reluctantly: "Junior Chen Yuan, thank you for saving me!"

"Master Qingliu!" The charming woman looked very ugly. "You want to stop me? You said you would not interfere in the affairs of the Yuqinghai Immortal Cultivation World!"

Her soul was burned, and she had to retract her consciousness and extinguish the strange white flame. For a moment, she forgot to check the surrounding situation.

It was not until Master Qingliu approached within a thousand feet that she noticed it and wanted to kill Chen Yuan first, but it was too late.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist smiled slightly: "I did say that, but the demon race is the common enemy of the human race. How can I sit back and watch the demon king harm my human cultivators?"

"Then I will learn your tricks!" The charming woman shouted coldly, raised her hand and grabbed it, and a golden short gun appeared out of thin air in her hand, and threw it hard.

At the same time, a pair of golden wings appeared behind her, and her figure flashed and rushed over.

The golden short gun turned into a golden stream of light, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and shot towards Qingliu Lay Buddhist.

This shot was fired, like a golden lightning that cut through the sky, and the black mist was torn into a long trajectory.

Chen Yuan was behind Qingliu Lay Buddhist, looking at the golden short gun, feeling like a needle piercing his eyebrows, and felt a tingling sensation, and the hair on his body stood up.

If this shot was aimed at him, he would have no chance of survival.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist just smiled slightly, shook his wrist, and tapped the purple brush in the bluestone inkstone, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the word "shield" in the air.

The tip of the pen moved forward a little further, and the word "Shield" turned into a black shield, blocking in front of Qingliu.

Ding!

The golden short spear pierced the black shield, and the shield immediately shattered, and Qingliu retreated.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, but the next moment, Qingliu layman flicked his wrist and wrote five "shield" characters in succession with his purple brush, which turned into five shields and blocked them in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and the golden short spear shattered four shields in succession, only to be blocked by the last black shield.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time he saw the Yuanying monk take action. He was quite uneasy. He didn't know if the Qingliu layman could stop the charming woman. Seeing this, he felt a little relieved.

At this time, the charming woman had flown to the side of the golden short spear, grabbed the golden short spear, pierced the last black shield, and stabbed the Qingliu layman with the spear.

The golden short spear shone brightly, and a lifelike shadow of a golden feathered eagle formed on the spear body, with sharp eyes, as if it were a living creature.

Chen Yuan's body froze, and the golden feathered eagle's shadow just glanced at him, but it pierced his soul, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Qingliu layman's eyes became slightly more solemn. He dipped his purple pen in thick ink and wrote the word "binding", which turned into an ink-colored rope and wrapped around the golden short spear.

The charming woman raised her gun and swiped it, then cut off the ink-colored rope and continued to stab Qingliu layman.

At this time, the distance between the two was only ten feet. It seemed far away, but to the Yuanying monk, it was actually very close. The golden short spear could pierce the Qingliu layman in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he stared closely at layman Qingliu, worried that he would be stabbed by the golden short spear.

But layman Qingliu didn't panic. He stepped back in an airy manner, seemingly slow but actually fast, not much slower than the charming woman.

At the same time, his right hand moved the pen like flying, writing five flying Chinese characters of "bin", "tangle", "bundle", "bundle" and "stagnation", which turned into five ink-colored ropes and tightly wrapped around the golden short spear. Keeping him from making any progress.

"This treasure is full of spirituality and is truly a rare treasure. As a courtesy, I invite the Demon King to appreciate the sword!"

Qingliu layman smiled slightly, put the purple pen in the inkstone a little, then flicked his wrist, and wrote the word "sword", which turned into a flying sword, pointed the tip of the pen, and shot at the charming woman.

At this time, the golden short spear had just broken free from the five black ropes and was unable to resist.

The charming woman raised her hand to grab it, and a shield made of golden feathers appeared in front of her, blocking the black flying sword.

"How can a sword be without a knife? There are also weapons such as spears, halberds, hammers, axes, hooks and forks. Please share the rewards with the demon king!"

Qingliu layman's writing was as fast as flying, and he wrote ten characters in a row: "knife", "gun", "halberd", "ge", "hammer", "axe", "yue", "hook", "fork" and "stick". , transformed into ten ink-colored divine weapons, and all attacked the charming woman.

Ten pieces of ink soldiers came out together, stirring up the black mist in the sky, looking like ten magic treasures were born.

But in Chen Yuan's eyes, these ten weapons were full of awe-inspiring righteousness, just like a righteous master who punished the people and punished evil. At a glance, he suddenly felt that he was guilty of a great crime and was abandoned by heaven and earth. Feeling of regret.

His heart trembled, and he quickly suppressed this feeling, suddenly feeling a cold sweat break out on his spine.

He was only slightly affected, but he was in such a mess. What would it be like for a charming woman to face ten ink soldiers?

Chen Yuan looked intently and saw the charming woman with a solemn expression. Facing the ten attacking ink soldiers, she fluttered her wings and retreated.

She raised her hand a little, and the golden feather shield flashed, and the golden feathers on it flew out, intertwining into a ten-foot-high golden feather wall, blocking her in front of her.

The ink hammer, ink axe, and ink knife flew out and struck down together, smashing the golden feather wall into pieces.

The golden feathers dimmed and returned to the golden feather shield, and the three black ink soldiers also disappeared.

The remaining seven ink soldiers continued to attack, and the charming woman's face became more and more ugly. She threw the golden short spear and shattered five ink soldiers in a row. The remaining ink spears and ink halberds were unable to attack again.

The charming woman stepped back very fast, but the two black ink soldiers followed closely behind her like gangrene attached to her bones, unable to get rid of them at all.

"Haha, I asked the Demon King to reward the magic weapon together. Why doesn't the Demon King reward me?" layman Qingliu said in a leisurely voice.

The charming woman still avoided it blindly, raised her hand and made a move, and the golden short spear flew back and shot at the two black ink soldiers.

Qingliu layman smiled slightly: "Since the Demon King is so unkind, I have no choice but to be polite first and then fight. Please don't blame the Demon King."

With a flick of his wrist, he dipped his purple pen in thick ink and wrote the word "burial" in front of him.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

The word "burial" is as if there is iron under the pen, a silver hook and an iron painting. The pen is sharp and reveals a strong sense of death.

He just glanced at it, and felt a sense of death in his heart. He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

After Master Qingliu finished writing this word, he took a long breath and looked a little tired. He moved the tip of his pen forward and said, "I have a skill for burying soldiers. I would like to ask the Demon King to appreciate it!"

The word "Burial" flew out, the ink gun and ink halberd trembled slightly, and the ink flames rose up from the end of the long handle, as if pouring out of a splash-ink landscape painting, exuding a thick aura of death.

The speed of the ink spear and ink halberd increased sharply, and it shot at the charming woman, far exceeding the speed of the golden short spear in pursuit.

The charming woman's complexion changed, she raised her hand to seal the secret, and a pair of golden wings on her back suddenly doubled in size, glowing with bright golden light. With the movement, her speed doubled, trying to distance herself from the ink spear and ink halberd.

But as the ink gun and ink halberd continued to burn, the death aura emitted became thicker and thicker, and the speed became faster and faster.

In the end, only the tip of the spear was left, and he caught up with the charming woman at an incredible speed and stabbed her!

The face of the charming woman changed, and a pair of golden wings from her back were gathered in front of her. The golden light shone brightly, and the tip of the spear pierced it with a halberd, making no sound, leaving only two thick ink marks.

The charming woman stopped in the air, slowly let go of her golden wings, stared at Master Qingliu, and suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned out to be pitch black!

Qingliu layman was a little surprised: "The demon king's divine power can actually block me from the art of burying soldiers. I also have a small skill, please appreciate it from the demon king!"

After saying that, his face slightly condensed, he dipped his pen in the ink, flicked his wrist, and left a stroke in the void in front of him.

The face of the charming woman changed, and she suddenly fluttered her wings and fled away, leaving behind a vicious voice: "Old man, I have recorded this grudge, and I will repay it in the future. And that little thief, I will kill you!"

Chen Yuan's expression changed, and he turned to look at layman Qingliu, hoping that he would be able to eliminate all evil deeds.

But Qingliu layman was indifferent and put the purple hair pen on the bluestone inkstone, as if the charming woman was not scolding him.

Chen Yuan's heart sank, but he did not dare to make a mistake in front of layman Qingliu, so he could only sigh secretly.

Qingliu layman looked at the direction where the charming woman was going. After a while, he raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves. The purple hair pen and bluestone inkstone in front of him disappeared, and the escaping light came down and came to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan reluctantly raised his right hand and gave a deep salute: "Junior Chen Yuan, thank you senior for saving your life."

Qingliu layman looked Chen Yuan up and down, stroked his beard and smiled: "It is not easy for my little friend to survive two or three battles under the hands of the Demon King in Transformation."

"In my opinion, my little friend's physical strength is almost unmatched by anyone under the Nine Immortals Continent Nascent Soul."

"Senior, I'm ridiculous. I live overseas, how can I compare with the monks from Jiuxianzhou?" Chen Yuan said in a Qian voice.

"My little friend, you don't have to be humble, I'm not wrong about my vision." Qingliu Jushi said with a smile, "This is nothing. I was just tens of miles away, and it was strange and extraordinary to see my little friend attack the enemy with that white flame. "

"Haha, this is just a little skill..." Chen Yuan laughed dryly, and his thoughts began to change, thinking about how to explain it.

Qingliu layman waved his hand: "Little friends, don't be nervous, I just asked casually out of curiosity."

"Although the white flame is mysterious, our sect has its own way to becoming a god. I will not give up day and night to study the principles of the sages and cultivate my awe-inspiring righteousness. I still think that the years are like running water. How can I covet my little friend's magical power?"

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully: "This junior treats a gentleman with a villain's heart. I hope my senior will forgive me."

layman Qingliu said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, but you need to remember, don't show this kind of magical power in front of other Nascent Soul monks."

"I have read ancient books and asked myself that my knowledge is quite extensive. I have also heard of several types of spiritual fire that burns the soul."

"But this kind of white flame can actually follow the connection between the divine consciousness and burn the soul, but I have never seen it before."

"The demon clan has little knowledge and does not realize how powerful it is. However, if it is seen by other Nascent Soul cultivators, especially those from the ten major sects, my life may be at risk."

Chen Yuan's heart shivered and he solemnly said: "This junior will strictly follow the teachings of my seniors and will never reveal such magical powers in front of others easily."

Qingliu layman nodded slightly: "You can teach me. Since I am a physical practitioner, I think this injury is nothing. I still lack the magic core of an eighth-level magic beast, so let's just say goodbye."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Senior, stay!" Chen Yuan said.

Master Qingliu turned around and smiled slightly: "What else can I do, little friend?"

"Senior's life-saving grace will be unforgettable by me. I would like to ask you to accept it as a small gift to show your appreciation." Chen Yuan said respectfully.

He raised his right hand, and a wooden box appeared out of thin air in his palm. He sent it forward, and the wooden box slowly flew towards layman Qingliu.