Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Three days ago, there was a vast ocean.

There was a lot of noise on the deserted island. Less than half an hour after Chen Yuan left, all the seabirds on the island gathered around Kun Feng's huge corpse, pecking at his flesh and blood.

The skinned Kun fish was very ugly, and the exposed flesh was charred and smelly, exuding a mushy smell.

But it contains majestic demonic power. It is a delicacy that these seabirds have never tasted. It is also a panacea for opening up their spiritual intelligence and becoming demonic beasts.

There are dozens of seabirds that are full and can no longer swallow even a trace of flesh and blood. They flap their wings and fly high, quickly and powerfully, circling in the sky, exuding a faint evil aura, and their eyes keep turning, a little more. Spirituality.

After a few more meals, they can turn into monsters, and even their bloodline will become much purer due to devouring Kun fish flesh and blood.

But this wonderful evolution was forcibly interrupted. Three rays of light flew from the sky and arrived over the desert island in the blink of an eye. Three majestic figures appeared. The leader was none other than Kun Tong.

With evil eyes, he saw Kun Feng's ugly body on the ground and shouted: "Who is it! Who killed Feng'er!"

He looked up to the sky and roared, the sound carried hundreds of miles, like thunder rolling, all the seabirds were killed and fell to the ground in dense numbers.

On the surface of the sea with a radius of hundreds of miles, countless corpses of sea fish, sea beasts, and monsters appeared, endless, dyeing the sea black.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and the sea was as smooth as a mirror, without any ripples, as if it had been smoothed by a hand.

The demon king became angry and laid down millions of corpses.

After a long time, Kun Tong stopped. A strong man next to him sighed softly: "My dear brother, I am sorry for the change. It must be the hands of the Jiaolong clan. Ao Fang led the demon king of the Red Jiao clan to block us." , and then sent people to ambush beside the abyss of the ocean, and Kun Feng’s nephew was unfortunately killed. "

He is also the demon king of the Kunyu clan. His name is Kunsong. He has black hair hanging loosely on his shoulders and a rugged appearance.

"Impossible! Even Ao Hui is no match for Feng'er, how about the few remaining juniors from the Red Dragon lineage? There must be someone else who killed Feng'er!" Kun Tong roared.

"No matter who the murderer is, we can't stay here for long. Let's take the body of Kun Feng's nephew and leave here first." Another majestic man looked across the desert island to the sea to the east, with a trace of fear in his eyes. .

His name is Kunlang. He wears a crown, tied up his black hair, and is dressed in black attire. He does not look like a demon king, but looks like a human warrior with high martial arts skills.

And beneath the sea surface that Kun Lang was looking at was the vast abyss.

Kun Tong vented his anger and calmed down a little. He lowered his light and raised his hand to Kun Feng's body. His palm glowed with dark light. Kun Feng's huge body flashed with light and turned into a human form.

Kun Tong looked at Kun Feng's scarred body with a sad look on his face. He didn't care about the blurred flesh and blood on Kun Feng's body. He hugged his body and flew back along the way.

The other two followed closely behind, and the three of them escaped extremely fast and soon left the desert island.

When he was flying away, Kun Lang looked at Kun Feng's body and frowned: "Who could hurt Kun Feng's nephew like this?"

"I still think it was the work of the Red Dragon lineage. Aofang sent people to intercept us halfway and wanted to kill Kun Feng's nephew. If the three of us hadn't joined forces to resist, he would have succeeded." Kun Song Stand your ground.

Kun Lang shook his head: "What brother Kun Tong said just now makes sense. Those juniors from the Red Dragon lineage combined are no match for nephew Kun Feng. There should be someone else who did it."

Kun Song asked back: "Then who else do you think it is? Apart from the red dragon lineage, who else in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons dares to attack a member of my Kunyu clan, or is it the nephew of Kun Feng who is highly valued by the clan?"

"I'm going to the Tianji Gate to ask Tianjizi to divine who killed Feng'er!" Kun Tong hugged Kun Feng's body tightly without putting it into the mustard ring, and said word by word.

Kun Lang advised: "My dear brother, please do not be impulsive. This matter needs to be considered in the long term. How can the Tianji Sect predict things for my demon clan?"

Kunsong echoed: "Yes, Tianjizi is a great monk, and it is rare to see him. We can all understand the virtuous brother's desire for revenge, but it is too difficult to ask Tianjizi to take action."

Kun Tong said coldly: "If I go alone, of course I will be asking for trouble, but the clan leader has an old relationship with Tianjizi. When he returns from his travels, I will ask him to come forward, and I will definitely get Tianjizi to take action."

Kun Lang frowned: "This is indeed a way, but asking Tian Jizi to do the divination will require a lot of offerings. Have you thought about it, dear brother?"

Kun Tong gritted his teeth and said: "I must avenge Feng'er, even if it costs all my wealth, I won't hesitate!"

Kun Song said: "You cannot make sacrifices to a worthy brother alone. Kun Feng's bloodline is pure and rare to be found in ten thousand years. He is the next clan leader appointed by the clan. The clan should offer sacrifices and ask Tian Jizi to predict the murderer. "

Kun Lang also nodded: "This is reasonable. Brother Kun Tong, when you return to Beiming Island, you will raise this matter with the clan. Both of us will support you. The clan leader also loves nephew Kun Feng very much. , I’m sure he won’t refuse when he comes back.”

Kun Tong said gratefully: "Thank you two brothers. I will remember this favor!"

…

Yuqinghai, Tianji Island.

For tens of thousands of years, sects in Yuqing Sea have risen and fallen, but only three large sects exist at the same time.

Only the earth veins of large islands can carry large spiritual veins, and there are only three large islands in the Yuqing Sea, and Tianji Island is one of them.

Ten thousand years ago, Tianji Island was not called this name, but when the island was occupied by Tianji Sect, it changed its name and surname until today.

As one of the three major islands, Tianji Island Market is also ranked in the top three in Yuqing Sea, second only to Hanxing City Market, and more prosperous than Zhenhai Island Market.

Although Tianji Sect is the largest sect of Yuqing Sea Demon Dao, on Tianji Island, it is no different from Zhenhai Island and Hanxing City. No one dares to make trouble in the market. No matter how cruel the demon cultivator is, he must do business in accordance with the rules.

Only a stable order can support a prosperous market.

But demon cultivators are demon cultivators after all, and their cultivation methods are cruel and bloody.

Here is the largest ghost market in the entire Yuqing Sea. It has all kinds of materials such as living souls, corpses, essence and blood that are not easy to sell in the open, and magic weapons and elixirs obtained by killing and robbing. It is gloomy and frightening.

Chen Yuan wore a gold silk mask and walked in the ghost market of Tianji Island Market. His steps were not fast or slow, and his eyes were calm.

The ghost market was built underground. It existed before the Tianji Sect occupied Tianji Island. It has a long history and is dozens of miles in radius. It is vast, but a few feet above the head is the dark rock, which is very cramped.

Compared with the market on the ground, the ghost market is more orderly.

The monks wearing the standard robes of the Tianji Sect patrolled everywhere. Most of them only had the cultivation of Qi Refining. Under the leadership of a few foundation-building monks, they looked serious and majestic. They were not afraid even when facing Jindan monks.

The Tianji Sect would not ask about the transactions in the ghost market. Even if someone sold the corpse of a Yuanying monk, they would just turn a blind eye.

But every store and every stall had to pay a heavy sum of money to the Tianji Sect. This was an astronomical amount of spiritual stones. They would never allow anyone to disrupt the order of the ghost market, let alone seek revenge in the ghost market.

The ghost market on Tianji Island is the largest den for selling stolen goods in Yuqing Sea, but it is safer than all the markets.

The cultivators in the ghost market were not worried about being robbed, but they did not want to reveal their identities. Almost everyone wore a mask or a gauze scarf and a bamboo hat. Chen Yuan walked among them, looking inconspicuous.

Two years had passed since he killed Kun Feng.

After escaping from the Wanzhang Sea Abyss, he did not rush back to Yuqing Sea immediately, but stayed in Wanyao Sea, using his blood essence to refine the demon-luring pill and hunt monsters.

After two years, he hunted monsters and took pills while rushing back to Yuqing Sea. There were 18 more level 7 demon pills in the mustard ring, as well as more than 20 level 6 and level 5 demon pills.

Unlike when he went there, Chen Yuan did not dare to cross Wanyao Sea again on his way back, but made a big circle, along the edge of Wanyao Sea, hiding during the day and going out at night, and traveling carefully.

He only hunted monsters in remote seas, and only got 18 level 7 demon pills, and they were all monsters with relatively mediocre bloodlines.

But he had obtained 13 level 7 demon pills before, plus the few he obtained in Jueling Island, which were enough to refine dozens of level 7 demon Yuan pills.

In addition, he had more than thirty eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs on him, which could also be used to refine a lot of late-stage pills, enough to cultivate to the false infant realm.

However, after leaving the Wan Yao Sea, Chen Yuan did not rush back to Renzhou immediately, but came to Tianji Island.

It takes a hundred-year-old spiritual herbs to refine the seventh-level Yao Yuan Dan, and the Yao Yuan Dan recipe was created by the old man Dan Jue, who was a Yuqing Sea cultivator. Many of the spiritual herbs in the recipe are Yuqing Sea specialties, which are extremely rare in Jiuxianzhou.

Among them, there are several hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, which are extremely rare and cannot be bought in ordinary markets. They are only sold in the five major markets.

These five major markets are Hanxing City Market, Zhenhai Island Market, Tianji Island Market, Kongyu Island Market, and Xuedao Market. They have become the five most prosperous markets in Yuqing Sea, either because of the reputation of the three major sects or because of the geographical advantages close to the Wan Yao Sea.

Chen Yuan had been to the Hanxing City Market, the Xuedao Market, and the Kongyu Island Market, and had dealt with people there. Out of caution, he would not set foot there again.

The Zhenhai Island Market was on Zhenhai Island, and he was afraid of meeting the Yuntian Patriarch, so he did not dare to go there.

Only the Tianji Island Market, he had never been there, and there was also the largest ghost market in Yuqinghai, which was full of filth and dirt. The Tianji Sect never checked identities, so it was the best choice.

Chen Yuan came to the Tianji Island Market five days ago, and wandered around the market and the ghost market every day, and finally gathered the hundred-year-old spiritual herbs needed to refine the demon Yuandan.

He had no spiritual stones on him, but he had a large number of demon pills.

He sold all the level 5 and level 6 demon pills in exchange for hundreds of high-quality spiritual stones, and then bought more than 200 hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and more than 20 five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs needed to refine pills, and spent all the spiritual stones.

With all the spiritual herbs, Chen Yuan no longer had to stay in the ghost market.

He walked slowly towards the exit of the ghost market, looking around and taking a look at the stalls and shops on the street.

The ghost market was extremely prosperous. In addition to the shops lined up on the street, there were also many monks who rented stalls to sell things that could not be seen in the light.

Those who entered the ghost market were at least foundation-building monks. The things on the stalls were at least low-grade spiritual tools, and most of them were high-grade spiritual tools, top-grade spiritual tools, and even magic weapons.

In other places, magic weapons were all things that monks scrambled for, but the ghost market was different. No one knew who these magic weapons came from, whether they would cause trouble, and it would be difficult to sell them.

Chen Yuan looked at the stalls on both sides of the street and saw many treasures that he had only seen in the illustrations before, which increased his knowledge.

Suddenly, his eyes paused, he stopped, came to a stall on the street, looked down at a magic weapon, and whispered: "How much is this thing?" (End of this chapter)