Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he replied through a message: "I accept the kindness of Taoist friends, but I am entering Jueling Island this time to find a treasure. I have no time to clone myself, so I may not be able to cooperate with my Taoist friends."

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, don't worry. The treasure Zong is looking for is not in the secret realm, but within the Demonic Field. I shouldn't miss your fellow Taoist."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Chen Yuan seemed to be a little moved, and there was a bit of curiosity in the voice transmission, "Fellow Taoist Zong, can you elaborate in more detail? I wonder what kind of treasures there are in the magic field that can make fellow Taoist's hearts move? "

The voice of the yellow-haired old man was lowered again, revealing a bit of mystery: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you know that ten thousand years ago, when Jueling Island first appeared, although the Demon Plain was also a turbid place, it was far from as full of demonic aura as it is today. , monsters are rampant..."

Chen Yuan frowned: "What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled slightly: "Fellow Taoist, don't be impatient. Let me listen to Zong's detailed explanation. After giving birth to a baby, he became very interested in Jueling Island. He paid attention to the rumors about Jueling Island everywhere."

"Hard work pays off. Zong accidentally obtained a jade slip left over from the Wentian Sect and discovered that this demonic source is not simple. It is most likely that it was infected by external forces and became what it is today."

"Infection by external forces..." Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of the Demon Realm.

After he entered the Demon Realm, he discovered that there were many similarities between the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm. They were both filled with demonic energy, but the demonic energy in the Demonic Realm was purer and even contained real demonic energy.

The demonic energy in the demonic realm is much thinner. Although the demonic beasts have no intelligence, they are not as ferocious as the monsters in the demonic realm.

Could it be that this demonic source is also related to the ancient demon?

The yellow-haired old man said: "Yes, it was due to the influence of external forces. Zong concentrated on exploring the matter of the Demonic Origin. Later, he gained something and found two things."

"It can be proved that there are likely to be relics left by ancient monks deep in the Demonic Field, and there may be many treasures hidden in them..."

He paused for a moment, and there was a bit of excitement in his voice: "The ancient monks were able to create giant floating islands like Jueling Island, and they had the means to reach the sky. The treasures they left behind must be so precious. Are you interested, fellow Taoist?" ?”

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and replied: "What are those two things that fellow Taoist got?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said: "There are many people here and it is difficult to show it to the public. If fellow Taoist intends to join hands with Zong to search for it, Zong will ask fellow Taoist to take a look after entering the magic field."

Chen Yuan frowned: "Fellow Taoist Zong is so sure, will you agree to your suggestion?"

The yellow-haired old man chuckled: "Zong is not sure whether fellow Taoist will agree, but Zong doesn't know much about fellow Taoist."

"But a hundred years ago, my fellow Taoist, when he was just a mid-stage pill-forming monk, he dared to offend the three demon kings and the Zhenhai Sect."

"Now that fellow Taoists have formed a Nascent Soul, they have entered the country so fast that it is rare in the world. Even the Kunyu clan doesn't take them seriously."

"I think Taoist friends must have a brave and diligent heart and strive to be the first in everything, so that they can make rapid progress on the road to immortality."

"Zong is now placing an opportunity in front of fellow Taoist, and fellow Taoist should not let it slip away."

"With the strength of fellow Taoist to kill Kuntong Demon King, there is no need to worry about Zong's methods."

"If fellow Taoist doesn't want to join forces with Zong after seeing those two things, it won't be too late to part ways."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Since fellow Taoist Zong knows this, aren't you afraid that I will steal your opportunity from you?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said: "Although Zong's strength is mediocre, I still ask myself how many ways to save my life. I don't dare to say that I can compete with my fellow Taoists, but I am still somewhat confident that I will escape unscathed."

Chen Yuan fell silent, and after a while, he finally replied through a voice message: "It's okay, my fellow Taoists from the sect have said so. If I don't agree, I'll look coy."

"If there are really relics of ancient monks in the depths of the Demonic Field, I will naturally not miss them. But I wonder how I will meet up with my fellow Taoists after entering the Demonic Field?"

The yellow-haired old man perked up and immediately replied: "The matter is simple. In the southeast of the Demon Plain, there is a lake with a strange shape, thirty miles in radius, like a crescent moon."

"I have a map of Moyuan in my hand, and this place is marked. Fellow Daoist Chen can follow the map and find it. It's not difficult to find it. You and I can just meet there."

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said: "Fellow Daoist's method is still a bit troublesome... I have a method that can roughly determine the location of fellow Taoist. It just needs to leave a mark in the body of fellow daoist."

"After entering the Demon Field, fellow Taoist, please stay where you are and don't move around. You will find fellow Taoist later. How about that?"

The yellow-haired old man's expression changed slightly: "This..."

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I have absolutely no ill intentions. It's just a mark. Fellow Taoist can erase it at any time."

"I have the same cultivation level as my Taoist friend, and it is physical cultivation, not supernatural power."

"Is it possible that Fellow Daoist is worried that with just one mark, I can be detrimental to Fellow Daoist?"

The old man with yellow hair laughed dryly: "Of course Zong can trust fellow Taoist, but there are many people here, and fellow Taoist has offended the Zhenhai Sect and the Kunyu clan."

"If Mr. Zong gets too close to fellow Taoist, it is inevitable that he will bear his grudge. The treasure hunt will also go wrong, and I am afraid that fellow Taoist will not be able to leave a mark..."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "This is easy, as long as I and my fellow Taoists enter the Tongtian Hall at the latest and avoid everyone."

The yellow-haired old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed, and there was a look of hesitation on his face. After a long time, he replied: "Then I'd like to thank you, fellow Taoist..."

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A few more hours passed, and the hazy fog covering the edge of the bluestone square slowly dissipated, revealing the true face of Jueling Island.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the curious eyes of many human cultivators and monsters who entered Jueling Island for the first time.

But they were soon disappointed. What appeared in front of everyone was a large area of ​​ruins.

Collapsed mountains, dilapidated halls, ruined attics, dry rivers, and in the distance was an endless plain, desolate and silent, filled with a layer of light black mist.

These cultivators were all very surprised. Jueling Island is the first treasure land of Yuqing Sea. Legend has it that there are countless natural treasures, but it looks so dilapidated.

But many cultivators have heard about the situation inside Jueling Island for a long time. They look calm, but they are a little surprised in their hearts.

They know that Jueling Island is dilapidated, but they didn't expect it to be so dilapidated.

Chen Yuan looked at this familiar scene with a calm expression and deep eyes.

At this time, the gate of Tongtian Hall, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened, revealing the deep and dark hall behind it.

All the cultivators and monsters retracted their gazes and looked at Tongtian Hall.

Kunhai stood up suddenly, turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, sneered, strode quickly, and soon crossed half of the bluestone square and walked up the stone steps.

Kuixing Patriarch stood up on his own and walked towards the hall.

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Elder Gu bowed to Qingliu Layman: "Brother Qingliu, please."

Qingliu Layman ignored him, put away the book, and said to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I will go first."

Chen Yuan nodded, still sitting cross-legged, as steady as a mountain.

Elder Gu glanced at Chen Yuan, smiled slightly, and walked up the stone steps with Yang Liqian and Yuntian Patriarch.

Ao Fang, the charming woman and Zhang Chao followed closely behind. The yellow-haired old man also stood up and followed, but his steps were very slow and he fell behind.

As for those Jindan cultivators and the monsters that had not yet transformed, they all stayed where they were, not daring to compete with the demon king Yuanying.

Soon, a group of Yuanying cultivators walked into the hall one after another.

It was not until then that Chen Yuan stood up and walked slowly up the stone steps, his figure swallowed by the depth of Tongtian Hall.

The hall was dark, and thousands of bronze candles, half the height of a person and as thick as a child's arm, were scattered in the hall, but the oil in the lamps had long dried up.

In the depths of the hall, there were two stone platforms ten feet in size, on which were engraved two magic arrays, with complex lines crisscrossing and flashing a faint spiritual light.

The yellow-haired old man stood beside one of the stone platforms. When he saw Chen Yuan coming in, he hesitated and asked, "How do you want to leave a mark?"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and his black hair slowly turned snow-white, and Zhuyan True Fire rose from his hands.

The yellow-haired old man was stunned. Chen Yuan had come within ten feet of him. He smiled and said, "Please don't resist, fellow Taoist Zong..."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and a wisp of Zhuyan True Fire quietly flowed into the yellow-haired old man's soul space.

The yellow-haired old man was shocked and subconsciously wanted to use his magical power to extinguish the white flame, but facing Chen Yuan's slightly cold eyes, he forced himself to suppress this impulse.

The next moment, the white flame slowly condensed and turned into a fist-sized flame lotus, which slowly floated in his soul space.

The yellow-haired old man spread his consciousness and carefully scanned the flame mark, but there was no abnormality, as if the flame lotus did not exist at all.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, the Zhuyan True Fire in his hands disappeared, and his white hair turned back to black: "Okay, you can enter the Demonic Plain."

The yellow-haired old man's consciousness was always paying attention to the flame lotus. He was in doubt and forced a smile: "Zong will go ahead. Please meet up with Zong as soon as possible, otherwise something might happen."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, and the yellow-haired old man stepped onto the stone platform on the right. A white light flashed, and his figure disappeared.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked onto another stone platform. He injected his true essence, but the teleportation array did not respond.

He shook his head slightly and walked off the stone platform. This teleportation array led to the Ice and Fire Realm, and Yuanying cultivators could not use it.

Chen Yuan walked onto the stone platform on the right, injected his true essence, and a white light wrapped him up. The next moment, his figure disappeared.

The familiar space squeezing force surged, which was much stronger than when using the Tongtian Order.

A slight dizziness surged, and the white light in front of his eyes was dazzling. Chen Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes.

When the dizziness disappeared and he opened his eyes again, he saw an endless wasteland filled with a faint black mist, like a veil covering the earth. It was not very thick, but it was very obvious, covering everything with a light black, giving people a sense of oppression and heaviness.

With a roll of light, Chen Yuan flew into the sky, spread his consciousness, and took in all the scenes within two hundred miles around him.

Affected by the demonic energy, the detection range of the consciousness was reduced by one third.

Chen Yuan didn't care, closed his eyes slightly, felt the vague fire lotus mark, folded his body, and flew to the northwest. (End of this chapter)