Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan looked at Kun Tong, whose eyes were red and whose face was ferocious, and his smile faded slowly. He said lightly: "Isn't it the Demon King's wish that Chen came to Hanzhou?"

For the past five years, he has been sitting in a cave a hundred miles away from the glacier crack, monitoring the Lion Barbarian Cave House day and night, never leaving, and never relaxing.

When Kun Tong flew out of the glacier crack, he immediately understood that this was a trap set by Elder Gu and Kun Tong.

Although he didn't know why Kun Tong knew the truth about Kun Feng's death and how he colluded with Elder Gu, Chen Yuan never believed in coincidences.

Elder Gu forced him to kill the Lion Barbarian, and Kun Tong also appeared in the Lion Barbarian Cave House, which must be a trap set for him.

But Chen Yuan did not show up immediately, but quietly followed Kun Tong, and suddenly showed up and stopped him after he flew more than a thousand miles.

Chen Yuan didn't know what traps were set in the glacier cracks, nor did he know why Kun Tong suddenly left the Lion Man Cave.

Out of caution, he wanted to find out the situation first before attacking the Lion Man.

Kun Tong stared at Chen Yuan, hatred surging in his heart, but the remaining rationality prevented him from taking action immediately.

He had waited in the Lion Man Cave for five years, but he didn't wait for Chen Yuan. Today, just after leaving the Lion Man Cave, Chen Yuan appeared. There must be something strange.

Thinking of Chen Yuan appearing behind him, as if he had been tracking him all the way, his pupils shrank: "You have been guarding outside the Lion Man Cave for five years?"

Chen Yuan said coldly: "In the past five years, I have been monitoring the Lion Man Cave day and night, and finally waited for the demon king to show up."

"I wanted to guard for six years. If the Lion Man didn't make any unusual movements, it wouldn't be too late to take action. I didn't expect that the demon king would reveal a flaw just when he was about to take action."

Kun Tong showed a trace of annoyance on his face. If he waited another year, Chen Yuan would step into the trap. It was really a failure after nine steps!

Chen Yuan saw his expression change and smiled slightly: "Did the demon king take it seriously? Elder Gu used all means to force me to come to Hanzhou to deal with the lion barbarians. Let alone five or six years, even if it is ten or twenty years, I will keep waiting. The trap you two set is destined to fail."

Kun Tong's face changed, and a kind of anger after being teased surged in his heart.

He glared at Chen Yuan: "So what if the trap fails? I am enough to take you down alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, flashed in front of Chen Yuan, and grabbed his Dantian vitals.

Kun Tong's attack was extremely sudden, but Chen Yuan's reaction was faster.

At the moment when Kun Tong's figure disappeared, a pair of wide black wings suddenly stretched out from behind him, and with a flap, his figure also disappeared from the spot, avoiding the attack.

And the next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away, and completely exchanged positions with Kun Tong.

Kun Tong's face turned completely gloomy, his eyes fell on the black wings behind Chen Yuan, and he said coldly: "You actually really mastered the art of teleportation."

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Since I have appeared in front of the Demon King today, the Demon King will definitely not lack opportunities for revenge."

"But before I do it, I have a few words to ask the Demon King."

Kun Tong saw Chen Yuan perform the art of teleportation, and knew that it would not be easy to kill him, so he was not in a hurry to make another move.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Okay, I also have a few words to ask you. How about this, I ask a question, and you ask a question, and you must answer it, how about it?"

"Okay, let the Demon King ask first."

"How did you master the art of teleportation?"

"I refined Kun Feng's demon pill."

"How did you do it?" Kun Tong clenched his fists, and the murderous aura around him surged to the sky, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Chen Yuan said lightly.

"Okay, you tell me."

"What trap did the demon king set in the Lion Cave?"

"The forbidden air formation." Kun Tong said coldly.

Chen Yuan's face showed a look of realization, and Kun Tong immediately asked: "How did you refine Feng'er's demon pill?"

"The technique I practiced is quite special, which can refine the essence and blood of demon beasts." Chen Yuan smiled.

Kun Tong's eyes flashed with brilliance, and even his hatred was reduced a lot.

"Did Gu Shaowen give you this forbidden air formation?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Yes." Kun Tong asked again, "The white flame in your hand that can burn the soul is also obtained by refining the essence and blood of demon beasts like the teleportation technique?"

"That's right." Chen Yuan nodded.

Kun Tong's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"How did the demon king know that I killed Kun Feng?" Chen Yuan asked.

He asked himself that he did not leave any traces, but Kun Tong still found out the truth and knew that he was in Renzhou, and he was very puzzled.

"I asked the clan leader to ask Tianjizi to do some divination, and I just found out that you killed Feng'er." Kun Tong said coldly.

"Tianjizi?" Chen Yuan suddenly realized, "I think it was because he divined that Chen was in Renzhou that the demon king could chase him all the way?

When he was in Yuqing Sea, he heard that Tianjimen had a divination treasure that could be used to divine the secrets of heaven, which was extremely effective.

Tianjimen was named after this, and the names of the masters of all generations were Tianjizi, without exception.

Knowing that it was not him who left a flaw, Kun Tong saw through the matter, and Chen Yuan was relieved.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Kun Tong stared at Chen Yuan closely, "Can the demon race also practice your skills?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint the demon king. Chen's skills are special and can only be practiced by human cultivators."

"Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" requires refining the blood of nine true spirits, and the demon clan is the descendant of the true spirit. Tracing back to the source, they all originate from a certain kind of true spirit. If the blood of other true spirits is refined, they will immediately Will explode and die.

Kun Tong sneered: "Really? Other monsters may not be able to cultivate, but my Kunyu clan can devour all things, but it may not be impossible for me to cultivate."

"Kunyu clan?" Chen Yuan smiled slightly, "Even the Kunpeng True Spirit cannot practice Chen's technique."

Kun Tong was furious: "How dare you insult our ancestors!"

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot and teleported in front of Chen Yuan. A thin layer of dark light appeared on his hands, as if he was wearing a pair of translucent silk gloves, and he punched Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was calm and raised his left hand to block in front of him, as if he had expected that Kun Tong would suddenly take action.

A layer of dark light also appeared on his arm, but it was much richer than the black light on Kun Tong's hand. It seemed to be covered with two thick black armors, so deep and dark that it could even engulf people's eyes.

The fists and palms met, and Chen Yuan stepped back a few feet, while Kun Tong flew backwards a hundred feet under the huge force of the shock, and then stopped in an extremely embarrassed manner.

He looked down and saw that the thin dark light on his right hand was mottled, like a pair of torn silk gloves. A deep wound appeared on the fist surface, dripping with blood.

Kun Tong suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Yuan with gritted teeth: "You have indeed refined Feng'er's demon elixir. Only his bloodline can be so pure, and the power of his innate supernatural powers can be so extraordinary!"

"If he survives the thunder tribulation of transformation, he will definitely be able to condense such a condensed black blade like you!"

"Black Blade? The name of this kind of magical power is quite simple." Chen Yuan smiled, "Since the Demon King knows the gap between you and me, it's better to just let it go. If we continue to fight, you will never be my opponent."

Kuntong sneered: "Although your magical powers are strong, you have just given birth to a baby. I want to see how long you can last!"

As he spoke, the dark light covering his hands became much thicker, but it was still not condensed or pure enough.

After the last word was spoken, his figure disappeared from the spot and teleported behind Chen Yuan. His left hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed Chen Yuan's heart.

But the moment Kun Tong disappeared, Chen Yuan turned around and grabbed Kun Tong's arm with his backhand.

Kun Tong's expression changed, and he retreated sharply, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Chen Yuan grabbed the air with his backhand, narrowed his eyes, and activated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned into snow white, and his whole body's aura surged.

Kuntong had already arrived within ten feet of him and spread his consciousness.

He immediately activated his true energy, and Zhu Yan's true fire followed Kuntong's spiritual consciousness and quietly poured into his soul space. It attached to a Kun fish shadow that had shrunk a thousand times, and burned fiercely.

Kun Tong, who was retreating, felt a sharp pain coming over him, as if he was in a raging fire, and he couldn't help but freeze.

But he had long known that Chen Yuan had this method, and immediately mobilized the power of his soul to sweep in from all directions, firmly suppressing Zhu Yan's true fire.

However, Zhu Yan's true fire received a steady supply of true energy from Chen Yuan and stubbornly adhered to Kun Tong's soul. It was much weaker than before, but it did not go out.

Kuntong retreated a hundred feet away, and the pain of his soul being burned was greatly reduced and became bearable. He also suppressed the violent murderous intention rising from the bottom of his heart.

He sneered: "Is this your method?"

Chen Yuan shook his head. The Zhu Yan true blood he had refined was still a little thinner. The soul of the Yuanying monk was at least ten times more concentrated than that of the Danjie monk, and its power was far less than before.

The white-haired giant ape in the Huanyue Mountains was, after all, just a level four demon beast. The demon elixir had not yet transformed, and the Zhu Yan bloodline in his body was not pure enough.

"Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" can only allow Chen Yuan to refine the blood of the true spirit, but it cannot further purify the blood of the true spirit.

Only the descendants of true spirits can continuously purify the blood of true spirits in their bodies while improving their strength, and can even rival true spirits.

Chen Yuan later refined a water ape demon pill containing Zhu Yan's bloodline, but the Zhu Yan bloodline in that demon pill was much thinner than that of the white-haired giant ape, and together it was not as good as the Kunpeng true blood in Kun Feng's body. Pure.

In order to increase the power of Zhu Yan's True Fire, he must refine more Zhu Yan's True Blood to make the Zhu Yan's True Blood in his body more pure.

Now that Kun Tong is on tight guard, Zhu Yan's true fire can only bring him the pain of burning his soul, constantly consuming the power of his soul, and can no longer make his opponent lose the ability to resist like before.

After Kuntong suppressed Zhu Yan's true fire, he teleported to Chen Yuan several times, but he was blocked by him in advance without warning, and he was almost injured.

He finally stopped, enduring the pain from his soul, and his face was very ugly: "You can actually sense the spatial fluctuations when I teleport?"

"Yes, every move of the Demon King is invisible to me." Chen Yuan said calmly.

Kuntong's attack seemed sudden, but when he used the teleportation technique, Chen Yuan clearly sensed a subtle but clear fluctuation in space. He knew where he was going to teleport to, and he didn't panic at all.

Moreover, Kun Tong has Kun fish blood in his body, so he can only perform teleportation once every three breaths, which is not even as good as Kun Feng before he was born.

Kun Tong didn't answer, and teleported to Chen Yuan again, punching out, and Chen Yuan punched back. He didn't move at all, but Kun Tong flew hundreds of feet, and then barely stopped.

Chen Yuan stimulated the blood of two true spirits at the same time, and his physical body was greatly strengthened, even surpassing that of the ninth-level demon king known for his physical body, and almost comparable to the tenth-level demon king.

The heavy black light on Kun Tong's hand was shattered, and his face looked even uglier. He looked at Chen Yuan with horror.

He was obviously the transformed demon king, but he was at a disadvantage in his most proud body, and his innate magical powers were far inferior.

Kun Tong regretted that he had used all his energy to temper his body and improve his cultivation.

He usually only used his great strength and innate magical powers to fight the enemy, and had never refined a magic weapon that was handy.

At this moment, strength and innate magical powers were useless. He had no other way to face Chen Yuan.

The pain that came from all the time and the continuous consumption of spiritual power reminded him that he could not fight Chen Yuan for a long time.

Chen Yuan was suspended in the air, with his white hair and the black wings behind him contrasting with each other, and he looked more like a demon king than Kun Tong.

He looked at Kun Tong and said calmly, "Does the demon king want to fight?"

Kun Tong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I am indeed not your opponent. You have refined Feng'er's demon pill, and the white flame is also very strange. But your body is also very strong. I am afraid that only a ninth-level demon king can fight you."

"But if I want to leave, you can't stop me. The technique you practice is so strange. If it is spread out, I don't know how many people want your life."

"You reveal all your secrets. Do you think that you will be invincible in the world after forming a Yuanying?"

"Although I can't avenge Feng'er personally, as long as I can kill you, I can also relieve my hatred!"

Chen Yuan said calmly, "You might as well give it a try."

Kun Tong sneered, "See you later!"

As soon as the voice fell, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared three hundred feet away.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported to ten feet in front of Kun Tong, saying lightly: "Demon King, please stay."

Kun Tong's pupils shrank, and his body retreated violently. After three breaths, he continued to use the teleportation technique and fled in another direction.

But just as he teleported to three hundred feet away, Chen Yuan appeared ten feet in front of him again and said lightly: "Demon King, please stay."

Kun Tong's face was full of horror. He let out a long roar and used his innate secret technique. He immediately used the second teleportation technique and flashed to five hundred feet away.

But almost at the same time as his figure appeared, Chen Yuan came ten feet in front of him again and said lightly: "Demon King, please stay."

Kun Tong felt a chill in his heart. From beginning to end, except for the strange white flame, Chen Yuan did not take the initiative to attack. Just blocking his way was already chilling.

There were a few bloodshot eyes, his head ached slightly, and he felt a slight dizziness. He growled, "What do you want?"

His soul was still being burned by the white flames. Although the pain was bearable, the violent killing intent in his heart was becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

He had an impulse to rush forward and tear Chen Yuan apart completely.

It was the remaining rationality that made him use the teleportation technique to escape, instead of going up to die.

"Please stay, demon king." Chen Yuan looked at Kun Tong quietly, his voice was flat and his eyes were deep.

Kun Tong took a deep breath and revealed his true form, a huge Kun fish two hundred feet long with wings on its back.

Chen Yuan was as small as an ant in front of him.

Kun Tong opened his mouth wide and used his innate magical power to swallow the sky and the earth. A strong suction came out and swallowed Chen Yuan.

This was his last resort, but Chen Yuan just flapped his wings and flashed hundreds of feet away, easily avoiding it.

The suction from Kun Tong's mouth was similar to the power of sealing. Even for a Yuanying cultivator, it was extremely difficult to get rid of it, but it was not a threat to Chen Yuan, who had Kunpeng's true blood.

Kun Tong let out a long cry of pain. As his soul power was consumed, the white flame burned his soul more and more fiercely.

He swung his body and flew to the north.

Swallowing the sky and eating the earth was useless. He could only join forces with the lion barbarian to seek a glimmer of hope.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and flashed above Kun Tong. He stretched out his hand and pressed down hard on his huge body!

Chen Yuan's tiny body burst out with a huge force that was enough to move mountains. The two-hundred-foot Kun fish fell from a height of thousands of feet and hit the ground heavily.

A huge deep pit was smashed on the hard ice field, and pale ice dust flew up, covering the sky.

The Kun fish wailed and disappeared in the ice dust.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported into the ice dust, ten feet in front of Kun Tong.

He didn't dare to transform into his original form again. The huge Kun fish body was in front of Chen Yuan, and there was no escape at all.

Kun Tong gritted his teeth and wanted to use the teleportation technique again.

But at this moment, the Zhuyan True Fire attached to his soul suddenly rose up, and an unprecedented pain came over him. The tyranny that had been suppressed for a long time broke through the shackles and devoured his mind.

His eyes turned red in an instant, and he no longer teleported away, but flashed in front of Chen Yuan and threw a punch.

While throwing this punch, he finally came to his senses, but he could only watch Chen Yuan raise his left hand covered with dark light, grab his fist, and stretch out his right hand to pierce his chest. When he took it back, he was holding a demon pill in his hand.

Kun Tong's tyrannical aura immediately dimmed. The demon pill was taken away by Chen Yuan, and he was doomed today.

Kun Tong glanced at Chen Yuan with resentment, and was about to destroy his soul.

If he died, he would never let Chen Yuan extract his soul and refine his spirit.

But at this moment, the white flame attached to Kun Tong's soul rose again, but it did not burn his soul, but burned all the soul power that surged from the surroundings into nothingness.

Kun Tong was shocked to find that his soul had become as thin as smoke, and the power of his soul had been exhausted. He was powerless to destroy his soul.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took Kun Tong's soul into his palm, saying lightly: "Does the demon king think that I am so bored that I have been dealing with you until now?" (End of this chapter)