Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Upon hearing this, the giant tortoise, which had been formed from bells and tripods, suddenly stopped its attack and transformed back into human form.

His enormous body vanished, causing the surrounding crimson-gold fire poison to surge back in and fill the void.

The cascading black water flowed back and around the bell, slowly moving, giving Jiang Wangchen a chance to catch his breath.

The dark armor was still on Zhong Ding's body. He looked at the blue-white dragon that had the upper hand, his expression solemn.

The Azure-White Flood Dragon's strength was so formidable that it could completely suppress the Void Refining Puppet, which was completely beyond Zhong Ding's expectations.

However, Ao Pan did as he was told and summoned the Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul, so he could no longer hold back his trump card.

This Cold Shadow Demon Saint is no ordinary person. Although she is a woman, her fearsome reputation is widespread and known throughout the Zhenhai Sacred Domain.

If Zhong Ding intends to scheme against Ao Pan and reap the benefits, the Azure-White Flood Dragon will most likely target him after the human cultivator dies.

He said in a deep voice, "I, Zhong, will certainly not go back on my word."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a box carved from ten-thousand-year-old black ice. After opening it, he took out a bead that emitted a chilling aura.

The bead was about the size of a fist, and was deep red all over, like the color of congealed blood. It was covered with a layer of frost, but the inside was not frozen and was slowly flowing.

After Zhong Ding took the pearl out of the jade box, a strong smell of seawater wafted out, accompanied by the faint sound of the tide, making one feel as if they were on the sea.

A hint of regret flashed in Zhong Ding's eyes. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood bead, closed his eyes, and his aura fluctuated, the sound of the surging tide becoming clearer.

Jiang Wangchen was firmly suppressed by Zhong Ding, and although it was not for long, he was in a sorry state.

The vast expanse of black water contained the power of laws, making it incredibly heavy; a single drop weighed over ten thousand pounds.

The Xuanwu True Spirit is known for its powerful physical body, possessing the strength to swallow the sea and carry the heavens.

Zhong Ding possessed the true blood of Xuanwu. After transforming into his true form, he unleashed all his immense power, making the difference between him and the Refining Void Demon King negligible.

Although Jiang Wangchen was the eldest disciple of Jade Sword Peak and had grasped the basics of the Earth Element Law, his strength was unmatched among Nascent Soul cultivators, but ultimately he was no match for the descendants of True Spirits.

Although he was not injured, the earth energy surrounding the Mountain Lord Zhen Yuexi had been depleted by more than half, and the stone shield was covered with cracks, and could shatter completely at any time.

But no matter how disheveled he was, Jiang Wangchen always maintained a clear mind.

He has cultivated to his current level through countless battles, killing hundreds of cultivators and demons, and encountering situations a hundred times more dangerous than today.

At this moment, Zhong Ding slowed down his attack and swallowed the blood bead as if no one else was around, with only Hei Shui protecting him.

Jiang Wangchen immediately seized the opportunity, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He flipped his hand, took out a tattered yellow talisman, threw it forward, and shouted, "Freeze!"

The yellow talisman flew out and then disappeared, traversing thousands of feet, ignoring the black water barrier, and appeared in front of Zhong Ding, sticking to his forehead.

Elusive yellow threads emerged from the talisman, wrapping around the entire bell and tripod, weaving into a dense net.

Zhong Ding suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to break free, but all his strength vanished as if it had disappeared into the sea, leaving him unable to move.

Jiang Wangchen sneered. This was a stun talisman bestowed by Elder Mei. She had obtained it from an ancient ruin in another world many years ago. It was extremely mysterious and could even immobilize a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

It was useless to cultivators at the Integration stage, which is why Elder Mei bestowed it upon him as a trump card for his journey to the Xuanli Realm.

This immobilization talisman, when used on a mere high-ranking demon general, would prevent even a true spirit descendant from escaping.

Jiang Wangchen raised his hand and formed a hand seal. His primordial spirit leaped out of his dantian and hovered above his head. It was pure yellow and about a foot tall. It opened its mouth and exhaled a stream of pure primordial energy, which merged into the Mountain Lord's Seal of Suppressing Mountains.

This treasure rapidly expanded, reaching a width of two hundred feet. The earth's energy surged, transforming into a colossal peak a thousand feet tall, enveloping the giant seal within, piercing the clouds and obscuring the sun.

The mountain god statue transformed into a hundred-foot-tall giant tiger, roaring to the sky and summoning boundless gales, before descending with the giant seal.

At this moment, Zhong Ding's aura surged, breaking through that invisible bottleneck, making him comparable to a Void Refining Demon King.

However, under the immobilization talisman, he was still unable to move and could only watch helplessly as the towering peak transformed from the Mountain Lord's Seal of Suppressing the Mountain descended.

However, the black water surrounding the bell and tripod surged up on its own, supporting the giant mountain and greatly reducing its downward momentum.

Jiang Wangchen's primordial spirit exhaled another stream of pure primordial energy, which merged into the giant mountain. With a loud boom, it fell again, suppressing the heavy black water.

After exhaling two streams of pure primordial energy, Jiang Wangchen's primordial spirit body became much more ethereal, and his aura weakened, causing his face to turn pale.

But he knew this was the best opportunity.

With Zhong Ding's strength, the immobilization talisman could only last for a dozen breaths at most; he had to kill him with a single blow, even at the cost of damaging his own essence.

That blood bead was clearly no ordinary object. If Zhong Ding could survive this calamity, his strength would increase greatly, making him difficult to kill.

The immobilization talisman is only effective against cultivators below the Integration stage, but it may be insufficient against the methods of a demon saint.

Jiang Wangchen had not rushed to use the immobilization talisman because he was worried about being countered by Zhong Ding and the human race was in a superior position.

But now that the Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul has descended, Zhong Ding must also use his trump card. He can no longer delay, so he immediately uses this talisman to settle the matter once and for all.

The giant mountain descended slowly but resolutely, reaching the top of the bell and tripod, threatening to grind it into powder.

Zhong Ding was unable to break free from the binding spell. His usually composed face finally showed a hint of panic, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

He was confident he could stop the giant seal, but he couldn't unleash his full power, and he couldn't die in peace.

But under the effect of the immobilization talisman, he couldn't even let out a roar.

Just as Zhong Ding was in despair, a sigh suddenly rang in his ears: "My son, go in peace..."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhong Ding was overjoyed and was about to speak.

But the next moment, a powerful divine sense surged out from the blood bead that was not yet fully refined, barging into the soul space and transforming into a dragon turtle, which swallowed his demon soul in one gulp.

Zhong Ding was shocked, and the demon soul roared, "Father, you..."

But before he could finish speaking, he lost consciousness.

The dragon turtle usurped the magpie's nest, rapidly expanded, and took hold of the divine soul space within the bell and cauldron.

It felt the familiar blood connection, and a hint of guilt flashed in its eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and it became indifferent again.

Zhong Ding's expression froze for a moment before returning to normal. Looking at the dense yellow net covering his body, he slightly twitched his lips, seemingly revealing a disdainful smile.

The black water was about to dissipate, and the giant seal was only a few feet away from the top of the bell and cauldron, almost within reach.

Zhong Ding suddenly spoke, ignoring the binding effect of the immobilization talisman, and coldly said, "You think you can immobilize me with just a broken talisman? Open it!"

He struggled with both arms, and the thousands of illusory yellow threads snapped all at once. He raised his hand to grab the immobilization talisman stuck to his forehead.

But just as Zhong Ding was about to grab the immobilization talisman, the tattered talisman flashed and disappeared, returning to Jiang Wangchen's hand, only more damaged than before.

Jiang Wangchen gripped the immobilization talisman, his pale face looking quite unpleasant.

He would rather lose this treasure than see the bell and cauldron break free of their restraints. After the bell and cauldron broke free of the immobilization talisman, they looked up at the giant seal that was so close at hand. They were too late to dodge, nor did they intend to. They raised their hands and held up the giant seal.

His body sank dozens of feet before he abruptly stopped, and the giant seal could no longer fall.

The mountain lord roared in frustration, summoning endless gales to amplify the giant seal's descent, but to no avail.

Zhong Ding shouted loudly, his hands suddenly exerted force, his muscles bulged, supporting his dark armor, and he threw the giant seal out.

With another wave of his hand, endless black water overflowed, like a river or a sea, stirring up huge waves that completely washed away the seemingly solid towering peak.

Jiang Wangchen was struck dumb, his body trembled violently, his face turned pale, and a line of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

The primordial spirit above his head became even more ethereal, and Jiang Wangchen changed his hand seals, pulling it back into his dantian.

Zhong Ding did not press his advantage. After throwing out the giant seal, his aura fluctuated slightly and became quite scattered.

He frowned, circulated his demonic power, and completely refined the blood bead. His aura gradually calmed down and stabilized at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm.

When the towering peak collapsed, Shan Jun Zhen Yue Xi took the opportunity to restore itself to its original state, escape the black water, and return to Jiang Wang Chen's side.

The treasure's spiritual light dimmed, and the mountain lord lowered his body, staring intently at the bell and cauldron, his tiger eyes filled with apprehension.

Jiang Wangchen lost two strands of his original pure energy, and his natal magic treasure suffered a backlash, leaving him severely injured and his energy depleted, rendering him powerless to fight again.

He immediately sent a telepathic message to Han Xuan: "I am no match for this person, junior brother, save me!"

Lin Yuanzi was locked in a fierce battle with the Azure and White Flood Dragon. Wei Changlin was not a fellow disciple, Chen Yuan's identity was suspicious, and Yuan Shuheng's strength was inferior to his. He could only ask Han Xuan for help.

Han Xuan's pupils contracted, and he immediately transmitted his voice to Chen Yuan: "Senior Brother Jiang has asked me for help. Please, Junior Brother, hold off Zhou Lang."

Chen Yuan also noticed that Jiang Wangchen was in a bad situation. He shot several lightning arrows at Zhou Lang and asked telepathically, "Senior Brother, are you confident you can stop Zhong Ding?"

Han Xuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "My master bestowed three sword energies upon me. Even if they cannot kill Zhong Ding, they should be able to severely injure him."

Having said that, he changed the hand seals and was about to dispel the sword formation.

Chen Yuan glanced at Zhong Ding, whose aura was gradually stabilizing, and his eyes flashed. He transmitted his voice and said, "Senior brother, you should hold off Zhou Lang. I'll deal with Zhong Ding."

Han Xuan immediately rejected the idea: "This bell and cauldron are descendants of a true spirit. After swallowing that strange blood bead, its aura surged, making it no less powerful than a demon king and even more difficult to deal with than Zhou Lang."

“I have the sword energy bestowed upon me by my master. Even if I am no match for him, I will be able to save my life. I will go and support Senior Brother Jiang.”

Chen Yuan said, "Senior brother went to great lengths to set up the sword formation; how can it be easily dispersed?"

"Although Zhong Ding's cultivation has increased dramatically, it is due to that strange blood bead and cannot last long."

“I am a body cultivator, and I am best at prolonged battles. I will go and support Senior Brother Jiang. Senior Brother can hold off Zhou Lang.”

Having said that, he put away the Guanghan Bow and left without waiting for Han Xuan's response.

Han Xuan was startled and quickly circulated his true energy. The thirty-six green bamboo flying swords emitted clear sounds, bamboo leaves fluttered, and sword energy crisscrossed, filling the gaps in the thunder arrows and blocking Zhou Lang.

Left with no other choice, he could only send a telepathic message to Chen Yuan: "Junior Brother Chen, please be very careful!"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but flapped his wings and headed straight for Jiang Wangchen.

This scene was witnessed by the blue-white dragon, which suddenly transmitted its voice to Ao Pan: "Capture this person, and do not let him fall into Zhong Ding's hands."

Upon hearing this, Ao Pan immediately agreed and stopped standing idly by. With a swift movement, he rushed towards Chen Yuan.

But before Ao Pan could fly far, a purple thunder dragon descended from the sky, roaring as it charged forward, its claws lashing out and unleashing a torrent of purple lightning.

Ao Pan was forced to slow down his escape speed. With a flick of his sleeve, countless trees sprouted and transformed into a forest. They were struck by the heavenly lightning and turned to ashes, but the lightning itself was also completely extinguished.

Yuan Shuheng flew over from afar, a bronze mirror hanging high above his head, a demon core held in his palm, and said coldly, "Your opponent is me!"

Behind him, the carcass of a huge white crane fell from the sky and crashed onto the solidified lava, causing the earth to tremble.

Ao Pan accepted the Demon Saint's decree, but was blocked in his way. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes: "Who are you?"

Yuan Shuheng said calmly, "I am Yuan Shuheng from Huayu Peak of Taixuan Sect. I have come here to learn from the methods of a descendant of a true spirit."

At the same time, he secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Yuan: "Junior Brother Chen, you deal with Zhong Ding, I'll handle Ao Pan."

Ao Pan coldly said, "Just you..."

"Wei Changlin of the Wei family, please enlighten me!"

Before Ao Pan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a clear voice.

Wei Changlin flew over from afar and stood side by side with Yuan Shuheng.

He also secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, we two will deal with Ao Pan. Fellow Daoist Jiang's safety is in your hands."

Ao Pan looked at the two arrogant Nascent Soul cultivators opposite him and said coldly, "You dare to stand in my way?"

Yuan Shuheng said, "If you have a second fragment of the Demon Saint's soul, we will immediately retreat."

After the great battle began, he and Wei Changlin followed the plan and joined forces to deal with those high-ranking demon generals.

With their combined strength, none of these demon generals could match them.

Not long after the start of the war, one of the demon generals had already died at the hands of the two.

Just as they were about to deal with the second demon general, the situation suddenly changed. Ao Pan and Zhong Ding successively used the trump cards bestowed by the demon saint. Lin Yuanzi was at a disadvantage, Jiang Wangchen was seriously injured, and the human race was in grave danger.

Seeing that Chen Yuan was going to rescue Jiang Wangchen, and that Ao Pan intended to interfere, the two immediately changed their minds and came to stop him.

While sweeping away high-ranking demon generals is important, the key to victory in this battle lies in whether Zhong Ding, Ao Pan, and the three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm can be killed.

Once these five are killed, the demon race will be leaderless, and the other demon generals and dragonmen will be unable to reverse the situation.

If Jiang Wangchen, Han Xuan, Chen Yuan, Lin Yuanzi, Zhou Muyun, and Chu Weicai were to suffer any mishap, no matter how many Nascent Soul cultivators and Cloud-Soaring Dragonmen the human race had, they would still be unable to escape defeat.

Ao Pan narrowed his eyes: "Why do I need Lord Han Ying's help? I will take your lives myself!"

After saying that, he transformed into a ten-zhang-long azure dragon and pounced on the two of them.

Seeing that Ao Pan had transformed into his true form without holding back, Yuan Shuheng dared not be negligent.

He flipped his hand and took out a silver crystal the size of a human head, containing countless bolts of lightning, and threw it at the purple lightning dragon.

The Thunder Dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the crystal, which then disintegrated and transformed back into a purple thunder river, boiling violently and turning silvery-white.

The next moment, a Thunder Roc flew out from the Thunder River, its feathers distinct and its eyes bright, just like a real living creature. It flapped its wings and went to meet the Azure Dragon.

Wei Changlin laughed loudly, summoning a jade ruler that split into countless forms, accompanied by auspicious beasts and celestial birds, emitting clear cries as they fell like rain! (End of Chapter)