Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Deep within the Wanyan Mountains, hundreds of dragon people, Nascent Soul cultivators, and demon generals were scattered and engaged in a chaotic battle.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, spiritual light shone brightly, demonic energy soared to the sky, and the dragon's might was like a prison, completely disrupting this sea of ​​crimson-gold clouds that had been silent for hundreds of thousands of years.

Following their agreed-upon strategy, Chen Yuan and Han Xuan charged toward Zhou Lang, while Ao Pan and the others were intercepted by Lin Yuanzi, Jiang Wangchen, and others.

The demon race clearly had other ideas, but without saying a word, everyone summoned their magical treasures and weapons, preventing them from finding another opponent they had envisioned.

Han Xuan, as a sword cultivator, cast aside worldly possessions and devoted himself to cultivating the thirty-six green bamboo flying swords.

Facing a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm, he dared not be careless in the slightest. Just like when he faced Ao Pan, he summoned thirty-six green bamboo flying swords and scattered them in all directions, intending to set up a sword formation.

However, Zhou Lang had already been reminded by Ao Pan and knew Han Xuan's methods, so how could he not be on guard?

He snorted coldly, and dragon energy surged around him. Dragon scales and claws grew on his body, and a spiral horn sprouted from his forehead. His body swelled several times larger, transforming into a massive battle form that was half human and half dragon, and he forcefully pushed aside the crimson-gold fire poison.

His slightly dim golden dragon eyes brightened again, as if flames were burning, and a vast dragon might swept out, pressing down on Han Xuan and Chen Yuan.

This was originally Zhou Lang's most common method for slaughtering low-level dragonmen. With just the power of the dragon, he could make those low-level dragonmen tremble and offer their necks for slaughter.

However, this pressure, comparable to that of the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, had no effect on Han Xuan and Chen Yuan, only like a gentle spring breeze.

Han Xuan was Elder Yuan's personal disciple, and Chen Yuan frequently visited the Thunder Mountain Demon King, who was at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm. He had even fought against the puppet clone of the Wood Erosion Demon King. How could they be afraid of an old and frail cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm?

Han Xuan's hand seals changed rapidly as he continued to set up the sword formation without any hesitation.

Zhou Lang's two enormous dragon eyes revealed anger. He clenched his dragon claws, and the dragon energy around him surged, drawing in the crimson gold fire poison and condensing it into tens of thousands of ten-foot-long, single-horned fire pythons.

These fire pythons moved nimbly, splitting into two groups. One half pounced on the thirty-six green bamboo flying swords, while the other half attacked Chen Yuan and Han Xuan.

Zhou Lang cultivated a fire-based technique. His violent temper nearly caused him to go mad when his path to enlightenment seemed hopeless. He indiscriminately slaughtered low-level dragon people, which also allowed him to thrive in the Crimson Gold Fire Poison, greatly increasing his supernatural powers.

The pure dragon energy emanating from the True Dragon Cave, mixed with the crimson gold fire poison, was now being drawn by Zhou Lang's own dragon energy and merged with the unicorn fire python.

This caused a mysterious yellow dragon tendon to appear inside its crimson-gold illusory body, and the blazing flames on its body surface faintly resembled scales, exuding a trace of dragon might.

Han Xuan's eyes narrowed, and his hand seals changed. The Azure Bamboo Flying Sword, which had been half-hidden in the void, reappeared, splitting into thousands of sword shadows that spewed out azure sword energy and slashed at the Unicorn Fire Python.

However, these fire pythons were very tough; when a sword aura struck, it could only extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Only when the second and third sword energies fall can it be destroyed.

But the sword shadows splitting from the Green Bamboo Flying Sword seemed endless, crisscrossing and eventually annihilating all the unicorn fire pythons that rushed towards the sword formation.

But the sword formation that was about to take shape also collapsed.

Han Xuan changed his hand seals again, intending to summon the Green Bamboo Flying Sword to return and cut down the unicorn fire python that was attacking him.

Chen Yuan said, "Senior brother, continue setting up the formation. There's no need to be distracted by this."

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his hand and took out the Guanghan Bow. With his other hand, he pulled out a long, golden arrow from thin air, nocked it on the bow, and suddenly drew back the bowstring, shooting it out.

This is the long arrow that he commissioned a weapon refiner to make using top-grade spiritual materials on Fulong Island in the Ten Thousand Demon Continent.

With Chen Yuan's current cultivation level and strength, the power of this arrow is comparable to a strike from the Void Refinement stage.

The golden arrow, though its power was unassuming, was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it flew a thousand feet and arrived in front of Zhou Lang. All the unicorn fire pythons along its path were reduced to ashes by the arrow.

However, the power of this arrow was too concentrated, and it only destroyed a few dozen fire pythons.

A large number of unicorn fire pythons roared ferociously as they continued to charge at the two.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, and a silver light shone in them, quickly spreading out and filling his entire pupils, transforming into a pair of pupil-less silver eyes, containing the power of heavenly thunder, high above, and incomparably cold.

Several arcs of lightning shot out from his silver eyes and exploded, instantly melting away the crimson-gold fire poison surrounding Chen Yuan.

He released the Guanghan Bow, took out the Zikui Thunder Drum, grasped the drumstick, and struck it heavily, creating a thunderous explosion.

As the drumbeats sounded, dark clouds suddenly gathered high in the sky above the crimson-gold sea of ​​clouds.

This leaden cloud is far inferior to the crimson-gold sea of ​​clouds that covers hundreds of miles. It is only a few miles in size, but it is exceptionally thick and heavy, and even the gale cannot disperse it.

Lightning flashed among the clouds, accompanied by a faint rumbling sound.

Boom!

Thousands of bolts of lightning struck down, piercing through the crimson-gold sea of ​​clouds at astonishing speed, shattering the oncoming unicorn fire python into dust.

A hint of joy flashed in Han Xuan's eyes. He immediately activated his true essence and set up the sword formation again. The thirty-six green bamboo flying swords disappeared into the void once more.

When he fought Ao Pan that day, Ao Pan did not transform into his true form, and the sword formation covered a small area, which could be set up in a short time.

However, after Zhou Lang used the Dragon Transformation Technique, his body became extremely large, and he could control the crimson gold fire poison and the pure dragon energy mixed in with it. It would take him a lot of effort to set up a sword formation.

As the heavenly lightning struck, the golden arrow arrived before Zhou Lang, aiming straight for his vital heart.

Zhou Lang did not dodge, but simply raised one of his dragon claws, igniting a bright yellow spiritual fire that condensed into a fire shield in front of him.

The golden arrow pierced the fire shield, its momentum diminished, and it was coated with a layer of spiritual fire. It then struck the dragon's claw, but left no mark.

Zhou Lang flung the long arrow away, but his expression still darkened.

These one-horned fire pythons, though not some extraordinary supernatural power, were not something he did casually; rather, they were a method he used very often.

If it were a dragon-human at the peak of the Cloud Ascension Realm, even if they didn't die, they would be severely injured.

However, Han Xuan and Chen Yuan easily defused the attack, seemingly with ease, clearly without using their full strength.

Disciples of major sects in the Spirit Realm are indeed not easy to deal with.

Zhou Lang continued to circulate his dragon energy, condensing a one-horned fire python, which attacked the sword formation.

He swung his dragon tail and charged towards Chen Yuan and Han Xuan.

Its massive body crashed through the poisonous aura of fire, accompanied by a howling sound, its momentum fierce, like a mountain pressing down, threatening to crush the two of them completely.

Dragon people are still based on their physical bodies, and the supernatural powers of dragon energy are just auxiliary means.

Since the unicorn fire python was not very effective, Zhou Lang simply decided to use brute force to overcome skill.

Han Xuan frowned. It wasn't that he was afraid. There were body cultivators in the Tai Xuan Sect. When he was conquering other worlds, he had also encountered many alien demon generals with huge bodies. They were all physically strong and could move mountains.

However, this was the first time Han Xuan had encountered an opponent like Zhou Lang, whose cultivation was comparable to the Void Refinement Realm, and he couldn't help but feel that it was a difficult situation.

With Zhou Lang's obstruction, it seems unlikely that they will be able to set up a sword formation.

Is it necessary to use the methods bestowed by my master to kill this person?

Just as Han Xuan hesitated, Chen Yuan's black hair turned snow-white, a pair of wide, jet-black wings stretched out from his back, and his aura surged once again.

"Senior brother, just focus on setting up the formation. I'll test my skills at the Dragon Transformation Realm!" He put away the Guanghan Bow and the Zikui Thunder Drum, raised his hand and drew the Cangming Halberd from the void. Xuan Yin Armor appeared on his body, and a long demonic cloak trailed behind him. His body grew to about ten feet tall, and he charged forward.

Compared to Zhou Lang's dragon-transformed battle body, which was tens of feet tall, Chen Yuan, even though he had become much more robust, was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

However, the aura he exuded was in no way inferior to that of Zhou Lang, who was in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

The jet-black Azure Sea Halberd and the crimson dragon claw collided with a deafening roar.

The sharp black blade and the blazing flames intertwined, emitting a chaotic wave that tore apart the crimson gold fire poison and spread outwards.

Chen Yuan and Zhou Lang were locked in a stalemate, evenly matched.

Chen Yuan sneered, "So this is all there is to the Dragon Transformation Realm."

Having said that, he once again wielded the Cangming Halberd, the black blade flowing like water from his arms to the halberd, condensing into a huge light blade ten feet long, which slashed towards Zhou Lang's dragon-transformed battle body.

Zhou Lang was furious. If he hadn't been worried about the depletion of his source energy and the inability to use the Dragon Transformation Divine Power, how could he have been blocked by a mere Nascent Soul cultivator!
However, he would not waste his already limited lifespan because of Chen Yuan's sarcastic remark. He simply raised his dragon claw to block the black light blade.

Zhou Lang reached for Chen Yuan with his other dragon claw, but Chen Yuan blocked it with his halberd.

Zhou Lang was secretly alarmed. Although he hadn't used his full strength, his Dragon Transformation technique was enough to crush all the Dragon People in the Cloud Transformation Realm.

Chen Yuan wasn't even a dragon-human. Human cultivators aren't good at body refinement, yet his immense strength was in no way inferior to that of a dragon-transformation realm cultivator. It's truly a mystery how he cultivated it.

While fighting Zhou Lang, Chen Yuan did not forget to summon thousands of heavenly lightning bolts to wipe out the one-horned fire python that was interfering with Han Xuan's formation.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, and Han Xuan naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity. His hand seals changed rapidly, and his true essence surged forth as he took the chance to set up a sword formation.

Thirty-six green bamboo flying swords disappeared into the void, and a vast bamboo forest spread out, enveloping the three of them.

However, this bamboo forest was far less realistic than when he fought Ao Pan. Instead, it appeared somewhat illusory, and one could still see other people fighting through the bamboo stalks.

Furthermore, wisps of crimson-gold fire poison, guided by Zhou Lang, continuously eroded the green bamboo.

Zhou Lang possessed profound cultivation, while Han Xuan had only just advanced to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He could only barely set up a sword formation, and it could not be as perfect as before.

However, once the sword formation is complete, it can unleash its power.

A cold glint flashed in Han Xuan's eyes, which formed a sword-like finger. He swung it down: "Slash!"

A fierce wind arose, bamboo leaves fluttered down, falling in a chaotic rain, slashing towards Zhou Lang with the sharpness of a sword.

Just as Zhou Lang blocked Chen Yuan's halberd strike, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of bright yellow spiritual fire, which split in two.

A ball of spiritual fire surged wildly in the wind, transforming into a sea of ​​fire. It absorbed the crimson gold fire poison, becoming increasingly ferocious, and engulfed the bamboo leaf sword rain.

Another ball of spiritual fire transformed into a one-horned fire dragon and pounced on Chen Yuan.

The bamboo leaf swords fell into the sea of ​​fire and turned to ashes, but each bamboo leaf could also extinguish a trace of flame, causing the sea of ​​fire to quickly subside.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and instantly teleported a hundred feet away.

The unicorn fire dragon missed its target, paused for a moment, and then continued charging towards Chen Yuan.

Zhou Lang was surprised that Chen Yuan could still use the teleportation technique even under the sealing power, and immediately stepped forward.

However, Chen Yuan put away the Cangming Halberd and the Xuanyin Armor, took out the Guanghan Bow again, nocked an arrow, and released pure true essence, condensing it into long arrows of lightning, which shot out.

Han Xuan had already set up a sword formation, so he no longer needed to engage Zhou Lang in close combat.

With Chen Yuan remaining within the sword formation, Han Xuan was somewhat wary and unable to fully unleash the power of the sword formation.

The one-horned fire dragon was also annihilated by an even sharper rain of bamboo leaf swords, leaving only a ball of bright yellow spiritual fire that merged into the sea of ​​fire.

Han Xuan changed his hand seals again, and an endless rain of bamboo leaf swords fell, turning into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

However, many bamboo leaves, though broken apart, passed through the sea of ​​fire, restored themselves, and fell on Zhou Lang, leaving wounds on his body.

The lightning arrow that Chen Yuan shot was a divine power he mastered after comprehending the fragments of the Green Mantis Realm's origin. It contained a trace of violent lightning power and was more powerful than the Spirit Light Arrow.

These lightning arrows pierced through the sea of ​​fire, and most of the arrow shafts, formed from condensed true essence, were burned away.

However, the trace of lightning power contained within the long arrow remained, striking Zhou Lang's massive body and exploding with a bang, leaving a charred wound.

Although these wounds were minor, the rain of bamboo leaf swords and the long arrows of lightning were relentless.

As the numbers accumulated, Zhou Lang dared not underestimate the situation and had no choice but to temporarily suspend his pursuit and deal with it cautiously.

His anger blazed fiercely, and he was about to unleash his Dragon Transformation Divine Power to sweep away the sword formation and arrow rain, then kill the two Nascent Soul cultivators to vent his rage.

But the next moment, Zhou Lang forcibly suppressed his anger and continued to deal with Chen Yuan and Han Xuan.

His lifespan was already very short, only a little over a hundred years, and he still needed to break through the bottleneck. He could not waste his life unless absolutely necessary.

Han Xuan is the leader of the Tai Xuan Sect cultivators, and he must possess treasures bestowed by powerful cultivators at the Integration stage. If we force him to use them, it will be difficult to deal with.

Since the demon race is determined to obtain the treasure left by the true dragon, Ao Pan and Zhong Ding should fight to the death.

Although he appeared generous in front of Ao Pan, he had not truly lost his mind and was not willing to risk his life for the demon race.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lang temporarily suppressed his murderous intent and switched from offense to defense.

He already possessed profound cultivation, and could draw upon the Crimson Gold Fire Poison and the Dragon Qi of Heaven and Earth, consuming even less energy. The longer this battle lasted, the more advantageous it would be for him.

……

While Chen Yuan, Han Xuan, and Zhou Lang were locked in a stalemate, the other four cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm also became embroiled in a fierce battle.

They were unwilling to waste their life force, so they transformed into half-human, half-dragon forms and each displayed their unique abilities.

Although the scene was grand and extremely intense, there was actually no real crisis.

The four have known each other for tens of thousands of years, and Chu Weicai and Zhuang Buhui have a long-standing feud and are extremely familiar with each other's methods.

Feng Zhihe is skilled in escape techniques, which is rare among dragon people, putting Zhou Muyun at a disadvantage.

However, he dared not abandon Zhou Muyun and turn to deal with other Nascent Soul cultivators and Cloud Transformation Realm dragonmen.

Otherwise, Zhou Muyun could also slaughter the elders of Yingtian Minister, resulting in a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, Feng Zhihe could not bear to watch his clansmen die in vain.

Breaking through the bottleneck is important, but he also bears the responsibility of carrying on the legacy of the Yingtian tribe.

Like Zhou Lang, none of the four wanted to risk their lives against their opponents.

With reservations in mind, the two groups reached a stalemate, unable to determine a victor for the time being. (End of Chapter)