Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The beam of light went out, leaving a wound about the size of a thumb on the body of the strange dragon. Blood flowed out, but it was pure blue and contained a strong sense of life.

Ao Pan hid behind the dragon unharmed, but he still showed signs of lingering fear.

Seeing that the pillar of light had failed to destroy the strange dragon, Lin Yuanzi frowned, and his divine soul power continued to surge forth.

The dark hole in the black-robed puppet's left palm lit up again, but much slower than before.

Chen Yuan, who was locked in combat with Zhou Lang in the distance, was startled when he sensed the immense power contained within the slender beam of light.

As he fired a thunderous arrow at Zhou Lang with the Guanghan Bow, he secretly transmitted his voice to Han Xuan: "Senior Brother Han, could this be the mechanical giant cannon?"

While manipulating the Green Bamboo Sword Formation, Han Xuan replied telepathically, his voice tinged with seriousness: "Not bad, I didn't expect the mechanical cannon to appear on a Void Refining Puppet."

"However, the beam of light emitted by this mechanical cannon is too thin, and its power is far from comparable to that of a real mechanical cannon..."

Chen Yuan had heard Yun Jinyue and others mention the mechanical giant cannon, which was a treasure that integrated the art of mechanism making, weapon forging, talisman making, and array formation.

Even the most ordinary mechanical cannon is at least comparable to a full-force attack from a cultivator in the early stages of the Void Refinement realm, making it Frost Sword City's greatest asset in resisting the beast tide.

When Ao Pan saw that Lin Yuanzi was about to shoot out that slender beam of light, his expression darkened, and he took out a white bead.

This bead is perfectly round and flawless, about the size of a fist, and its surface is covered with a layer of frost. Inside, there seems to be a dragon's shadow floating, and as soon as it appears, it exudes a majestic dragon's might.

At this moment, the Crimson Gold Fire Poison had been scattered and destroyed. Even though Chen Yuan was dozens of miles away, his divine sense could cover the battle between Ao Pan and Lin Yuanzi. He recognized the origin of the bead at a glance.

He had seen this object when he was still in the human realm; it was called the Dragon Ball.

Back then, in the secret realm of the Yuling Sect, Wang Xuange, a great cultivator of the Taiming Sect, came on Qin Wuyai's orders and carried a dragon pearl.

It contains a wisp of Qin Wuyai's soul, which greatly increases his strength after possessing it.

However, the aura emanating from this dragon ball far surpassed that of the dragon ball in Wang Xuange's hand.

The power contained within it made Chen Yuan tremble, and it was even stronger than the Thunder Mountain Demon King at the peak of the Void Refinement stage.

Ao Pan raised his hand and slapped his chest hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, which was tinged with a pale blue color, and landed on the dragon pearl.

The frost covering the surface melted quietly under Ao Pan's blood essence, and the smooth surface of the bead cracked.

The small dragon shadow soared into the sky, transforming into a real dragon and letting out a thunderous roar.

This dragon was crystal clear, as if it were carved from ice, transparent and ethereal, and was clearly a dragon soul.

Only a pair of golden dragon eyes burned fiercely, sweeping over the crowd as if looking down on the earth from the heavens, containing divine might, making people feel a sense of worship from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Yuan's heart sank; this was the power of a demon saint!

The chaotic battlefield came to a halt, as both the demon generals and dragonmen, as well as the Nascent Soul cultivators, were all intimidated by the power of the Frost Dragon Soul.

Suddenly, the Frost Dragon Soul twisted its body and flew towards the three-zhang-long dragon in front of Ao Pan, merging with it.

The dragon slowly opened its tightly closed eyes, awakening from its slumber; its golden eyes shone as brightly as the sun.

A powerful pressure suddenly spread out, overwhelming Lin Yuanzi and the black-robed puppet.

But Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. This pressure was comparable to that of a Void Refining Demon King, but it was far inferior to the wisp of demon saint aura emanating from the Frost Dragon Soul.

If this dragon truly possesses the strength of a demon saint, the human race could scatter and flee right now.

Lin Yuanzi frowned, a hint of regret on his face.

He was well aware that Ao Pan also had trump cards up his sleeve, so as soon as they clashed, he summoned the black-robed puppet, intending to catch Ao Pan off guard and kill him, thus securing victory in one fell swoop.

Now that Ao Pan has blocked the attack of the mechanical cannon, the Frost Dragon Soul and the Azure-White Flood Dragon have merged into one, which will add another variable to this battle.

But Lin Yuanzi did not regret it. Although the Refining Void Puppet was powerful, it also had many limitations.

One of the biggest limitations is that only the souls of cultivators at the Void Refinement stage can control Void Refinement puppets.

The effect of that scarlet pill was to enhance Lin Yuanzi's soul in a short period of time, making him comparable to a cultivator in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm.

However, the extent to which the scarlet elixir can exert its effect depends entirely on Lin Yuanzi's spiritual power.

After the medicinal effects are exhausted, Lin Yuanzi's soul will suffer a backlash, and in severe cases, it may even be life-threatening.

If he were to engage in a prolonged battle with Ao Pan first, he would inevitably expend his divine soul power, weaken the efficacy of the scarlet pill, and shorten the time he could control the Void Refining Puppet.

Since Ao Pan has a treasure bestowed by the Demon Saint, he will have to use the Void Refining Puppet sooner or later, so Lin Yuanzi might as well go all out.

However, Ao Pan survived the most dangerous moment, and it was no longer possible to end the battle quickly; his soul was destined to suffer a backlash.

But the thought only flashed through his mind, and Lin Yuanzi quickly calmed down and focused on his work.

Only by killing Ao Pan as soon as possible can the backlash to the soul be reduced.

Lin Yuanzi's eyes shone even brighter as he stared directly into the majestic golden dragon eyes of the Azure-White Flood Dragon. His divine soul power continued to surge forth, flowing into the black-robed puppet's body.

The giant cannon finally accumulated enough spiritual energy and fired a second slender beam of light, evaporating everything in its path and instantly arriving in front of the blue-white dragon.

The azure-white dragon had icy eyes. It opened its mouth and exhaled a chilling aura. Upon touching the slender beam of light, it turned into a layer of frost, which extended outwards and froze the beam in mid-air.

The slender beam of light transformed into an ice pillar. The pure and violent spiritual energy was enveloped by the extreme cold, turning from nothingness into reality, breaking apart inch by inch, and dissipating into nothingness.

Lin Yuanzi's heart sank. This attack, let alone injuring the Azure-White Dragon, was easily neutralized by a casual breath.

The giant mechanical cannon is already the black-robed puppet's strongest weapon. Just how unfathomable is the strength of the Azure-White Flood Dragon?
After blocking the giant cannon, the azure-white dragon did not immediately launch a counterattack. Its dragon eyes swept over the crowd, lingering on the dragon people for a long time.

It turned its head again and looked slowly at the swirling flames in the distant sky. Despite being in the midst of a great battle, its posture was extremely elegant.

Finally, the azure-white dragon withdrew its gaze, looked at Ao Pan, and asked, "Is this the location of the True Dragon's Cave?"

Surprisingly, its voice was not rough at all, nor was it as deep as when Ao Pan transformed into his true form. Instead, it was very clear and crisp, like jade beads rolling down.

Ao Pan lowered his head slightly, his expression respectful, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes, and clasped his hands in a bow: "Reporting to Lord Han Ying, that vortex of flames is the entrance to the True Dragon Cave Formation."

"These human cultivators and the dragon people of this world have joined forces to compete with us for the True Dragon Cave. They are numerous and powerful, and they also have Void Refining Puppets to help them."

"I have no choice but to ask Lord Hanying to descend and kill all these human cultivators and stubborn dragon people, and reclaim the True Dragon Cave."

The blue-white dragon remained noncommittal and then asked, "Where is Ao Xuan?"

Ao Pan raised his hand and pointed at Chen Yuan, who was entangled in a fight with Zhou Lang: "Ao Xuan was killed by this person. This person is named Chen Yuan and is a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect in the Spirit Realm."

"He infiltrated the Demon Realm, disguised himself as a demon general, and took the alias Bei Ming. He joined the Thunder Mountain Demon King of the Blood Tooth Domain and entered this realm with us." The blue-white dragon turned its head and looked over. Chen Yuan felt a chill run down his spine, and his primordial spirit was about to be frozen. He paused for a moment as he drew the Guanghan Bow.

But the next moment, the three true spirit phantoms in his dantian seemed to sense the provocation and roared in unison, dispelling the chill.

The azure-white dragon let out a soft exclamation and asked, "Since Chen Yuan is a human, how did he manage to deceive the Thunder Mountain Demon King?"

Ao Pan said, "I once asked the demon general of the Blood Tooth Domain. This person seems to be a human-demon hybrid with the bloodline of the Kun fish in his body. It is quite pure and he is even well-known in the entire Blood Tooth Domain. That's why he didn't reveal his weakness in front of the Thunder Mountain Demon King."

The blue-white dragon gave Chen Yuan a deep look, then looked at Zhou Lang and said in an unquestionable tone, "Do not harm this man. Capture him alive and hand him over to me for disposal."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Zhou Lang's eyes. Since he successfully transformed into a dragon, when had he ever been scolded like this?
But the "Lord Hanying" mentioned by Ao Pan made him realize that the Azure-White Flood Dragon was someone he could not afford to offend.

The aura emanating from the azure-white dragon instilled a sense of awe in him, making him even more afraid to offend it.

Zhou Lang could only swallow his anger, but then he slowed down his offensive and even only defended.

He dared not offend the Cold Shadow Demon Saint, but he could not tolerate being humiliated.

Since the Cold Shadow Demon Saint wants to capture Chen Yuan alive, let her do it herself.

Zhou Lang made up his mind to continue the stalemate with Chen Yuan and Han Xuan.

Chen Yuan's face darkened, and he looked back at the blue-white dragon without showing any weakness, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The azure-white dragon ignored them, withdrew its gaze, and finally looked at the black-robed puppet and Lin Yuanzi opposite it.

Lin Yuanzi did not take the opportunity to command the black-robed puppet to launch an attack. Even the mechanical cannon could not harm the blue and white dragon, and other methods were in vain.

He summoned back the black-robed puppet, took out a fist-sized, milky-white crystal, brimming with spiritual energy, and merged it into the puppet's body.

After the black-robed puppet shot out two thin beams of light, its aura weakened considerably, but it has now become full again, and its indifferent eyes have become much brighter.

Chen Yuan was very familiar with this item, having once obtained one from the Heavenly Demon General.

At the time, he did not know the origin of the milky white crystal. Later he learned that it was a fairy spirit stone, which was a hundred times more precious than the best spirit stone.

The azure-white dragon looked at the black-robed puppet, its clear voice melodious yet icy: "This Void Refining Puppet has an unstable aura; it must be a defective product."

"This mechanical cannon is quite ingenious. Although its power has been greatly reduced, I have never seen it installed inside a humanoid puppet before..."

Its gaze shifted to Lin Yuanzi, and it said indifferently, "If you surrender, I will spare your life and allow you to serve me."

Lin Yuanzi remained unmoved and coldly said, "Although you are a demon saint, you are merely a wisp of a soul descended to earth. How can you be so confident in defeating a puppet of the same level?"

The azure-white dragon said calmly, "If I were merely a fragment of my soul, I would naturally be no match for this puppet."

"But with this carefully prepared dragon corpse, sweeping across this realm will be a piece of cake."

"I'm giving you one last chance. Will you surrender or not?"

Lin Yuanzi sneered: "I am a human cultivator, how could I submit to a demon!"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the blue-white dragon: "Then I will send you on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the azure-white dragon rushed towards the black-and-white puppet and exhaled a chilling aura.

Deep within the Ten Thousand Flame Mountains, the crimson-gold fire poison is mixed with pure dragon energy overflowing from the True Dragon Cave. However, without special means, it is extremely difficult to detect and even more impossible to utilize.

But at this moment, this pure dragon energy emerged on its own, merged with the icy aura, expanded continuously, and then turned into a heavy snowfall that fell from the sky.

It then coalesced into a frigid storm, howling in and engulfing the black-robed puppet and Lin Yuanzi.

Each ice crystal snowflake is as fine as a speck of dust, yet as sharp as a flying sword, containing an astonishing chill that can even freeze the fire poison.

The icy storm covered a vast area, forcing many cultivators and demon generals who were engaged in combat to stop and quickly dodge to avoid being caught in it.

However, the several cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm, along with Zhong Ding, Jiang Wangchen, and others, were already quite far away, and the Crimson Gold Fire Poison was also resisting the spread of the Frost Storm, so they were not affected.

Lin Yuanzi's expression was solemn. The black-robed puppet was not good at resisting this kind of supernatural power, so he could only defend against it on his own.

He flipped his hand and took out a jade lotus flower, which he threw out and it grew to about ten feet in size.

Shaped like an umbrella, it hangs overhead, emitting azure light, like a curtain protecting oneself.

The ice crystals and snowflakes, like knives and swords, crashed against the emerald curtain, emitting piercing screams and instantly leaving it riddled with holes.

Lin Yuanzi had no choice but to channel his divine soul power into the jade lotus flower, causing the emerald curtain to turn a scarlet hue and finally stabilize.

With only the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was utterly unable to withstand the divine powers unleashed by the Azure-White Flood Dragon.

However, his spiritual power was comparable to that of a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage. When he used it to control the Jade Lotus, its power was greatly increased, which was enough to barely block the icy storm.

However, this method caused great damage to the jade lotus flower. This third-grade spiritual treasure turned a faint scarlet color and its spiritual light flickered, but it was like oil being cooked over a raging fire.

After this battle, he will definitely lose a lot of spirituality, and may even fall from the level of a spiritual treasure.

However, Lin Yuanzi couldn't care less about anything else at this moment and continued to circulate his divine soul power.

The black-robed puppet opened its mouth and spat out a golden flying sword, then took out a slingshot and fired silver bullets, but they were all frozen into ice blocks by the icy storm.

But when the ice crystals and snowflakes swept across the black-robed puppet, they left no trace; instead, they merged into his body.

The spiritual materials used to refine the black-robed puppet are extremely special, possessing the ability to absorb and devour supernatural powers, surpassing even most defensive spiritual treasures.

However, the power of the frost storm was too strong, and the black-robed puppet's originally fair skin was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

His black robe quickly turned frosty white, clearly indicating that he could not hold on for much longer.

The azure-white dragon rushed in front of the black-robed puppet and swung its dragon claws with lightning speed.

The black-robed puppet couldn't dodge in time, leaving three deep wounds, through which one could vaguely see the complex restrictive runes within its body.

The black-robed puppet's fist landed on the blue-white dragon, but it was as if it had struck solid, millennia-old ice, only managing to shatter a few dragon scales and leave a shallow wound.

The wound quickly turned bluish, brimming with vitality, and healed completely.

The azure-white dragon had the upper hand, and the black-robed puppet was firmly suppressed, but it ultimately possessed the strength of the Void Refinement stage and did not immediately succumb.

But anyone could see that it could only struggle to hold on, powerless to fight back, and would eventually be defeated.

Ao Pan sneered, turned to look at Zhong Ding, and said loudly, "Lord Han Ying's divided soul has arrived. When does Brother Zhong plan to make his move?" (End of Chapter)