Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan stopped beside Jiang Wangchen, received telepathic messages from Yuan Shuheng and Wei Changlin, immediately agreed, and then telepathically said to Jiang Wangchen, "Senior Brother Jiang, I'm here to help you!"

A hint of worry flashed in Jiang Wangchen's eyes. Although Chen Yuan had personally killed Ao Xuan, he had never witnessed Chen Yuan's strength firsthand and still harbored doubts. He preferred to have Han Xuan come to his rescue.

But it's always a good thing that someone lends a helping hand, and he couldn't possibly turn Chen Yuan away.

Moreover, Chen Yuan's peculiar appearance—with wings on his back, silver eyes, and white hair—and the faint aura emanating from his lightning-silver eyes, reassured Jiang Wangchen somewhat.

Even though Chen Yuan's strength is inferior to Han Xuan's, he still took the initiative to come to Han Xuan's aid after witnessing Zhong Ding's sudden increase in strength, so he should have some confidence.

His black armor, shrouded in demonic energy and covered in spikes, made him look like a demon lord descended to earth, but unfortunately, the huge scar on his chest was too conspicuous.

Jiang Wangchen thought to himself that although he was seriously injured, he was not without fighting power.

If the two of them work together, they should be able to save their lives from Zhong Ding's clutches.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wangchen transmitted his voice to warn, "After swallowing that blood bead, the bell and cauldron's energy surged, and even the immobilization talisman given by Elder Mei could not stop it. It is unpredictable and has at least the strength of a demon king. Junior Brother Chen, please be careful."

Chen Yuan kept staring at the bell and tripod, his silver eyes majestic and indifferent. Upon hearing this, he nodded slightly, then suddenly took out the Guanghan Bow and a long black iron arrow, nocking them on the bow.

His silver eyes flashed, lightning surged from his fingertips, enveloping the long arrow, and he suddenly drew back the bowstring and shot it out.

After Zhong Ding threw out the giant seal, he remained stationary, his eyes slightly closed, stabilizing his body's energy.

The black iron arrow, imbued with Chen Yuan's immense power, moved with incredible speed, instantly traversing thousands of feet to reach Zhong Ding.

The black water surrounding the bell and cauldron surged and churned, spontaneously coalescing into a wall of water that blocked the long arrow.

The lightning arc that enveloped the long arrow exploded, and the violent power of lightning spread out. Even the heavy black water could not withstand it and was completely annihilated under the lightning, leaving a huge hole.

A long black arrow pierced through the wall of water, aiming directly at the vital point in Zhongding's heart, where the demon core was located.

Zhong Ding suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and grabbed the black arrow.

Boom!

The lightning exploded, forming a dazzling silver light.

The hand was torn open, bleeding profusely, and you could even see the white bone fragments; it was charred black.

But Zhong Ding still held the long arrow firmly, his right hand motionless, his eyes indifferent and aloof, not even frowning, as if he felt no pain at all.

He looked down at the now calm black arrow, a hint of surprise finally flashing in his eyes. He then looked up and examined Chen Yuan with great interest.

"Such violent lightning laws can even be broken by Xuanwu True Water. Is it true that you only have the bloodline of the Kun fish in your body?"

He put the black arrow into the mustard seed ring, and black water surged in, enveloping his right hand and seeping into it.

In a short while, the hand was completely healed, and the remaining wisps of lightning were completely swallowed by the black water, leaving no trace.

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he put away the Guanghan Bow.

This arrow was merely a test, yet it was imbued with the power of thunder. An ordinary high-ranking demon general would be severely injured, if not killed, upon being struck by it.

Even if they are descendants of true spirits, they cannot easily resolve this.

This thunderous power originates from the true blood of the Kui Niu, containing the might of a heavenly tribulation, and is especially effective against demons, making it the most difficult to eliminate.

However, Zhong Ding wiped it away effortlessly. It seems that the strange blood bead was indeed extraordinary, making his cultivation truly comparable to that of a demon king, rather than just a facade. Only the Xuanwu True Blood in his body could suppress the Kui Niu True Blood.

Chen Yuan met Zhong Ding's scrutinizing gaze. Zhong Ding's eyes were high and mighty, with a hint of nonchalance, exuding an aura of complete control that was quite repulsive.

Chen Yuan coldly replied, "As for me, it seems I don't need to explain to you."

He secretly transmitted his voice to Jiang Wangchen: "Senior brother, do you still have the strength to use that immobilization talisman?"

Jiang Wangchen had already stepped aside, took out a few pills from his mustard seed ring, and swallowed them all at once.

The body's energy gradually stabilized and stopped declining.

Her pale complexion had regained some color, but her eyes still revealed a deep weariness.

Injuries are easy to heal, and true essence is not difficult to recover, but he lost two strands of primordial pure energy, his natal magic treasure was also seriously damaged, and his soul was greatly damaged, which cannot be easily recovered.

He hesitated for a moment, then replied telepathically, "The immobilization talisman consumes a lot of true essence. My source is damaged, and I need at least a quarter of an hour to recover."

"But if it's just about controlling magical treasures and using supernatural powers, I can lend my junior brother a hand right now."

Chen Yuan said without hesitation, "Ordinary methods are useless against this person. Senior brother, rest assured and adjust your breathing. Listen to my instructions and then use the immobilization talisman again."

Jiang Wangchen was startled and transmitted his voice, "Junior Brother, do you perhaps still intend to take Zhong Ding's life?"

"This person's cultivation level has just surged after swallowing the blood bead, but it certainly cannot last."

"We only need to hold him off until Senior Brother Lin Yuanzi, Junior Brother Han, Junior Brother Yuan and the others win, then we can join forces to deal with him."

Chen Yuan solemnly said, "Senior Brother, you are mistaken. Senior Brother Lin Yuanzi can only struggle to hold on, Senior Brother Han is facing Zhou Lang alone, and Senior Brother Yuan and Fellow Daoist Wei are facing Ao Pan, none of them have the upper hand."

"After Zhong Ding and Ao Pan revealed their trump cards, we have already fallen behind. Only by striving to win can we reverse the situation."

Jiang Wangchen's eyes shifted for a moment, then he sighed, "My origin is damaged, and my mind is in turmoil. I will follow your instructions, Junior Brother."

"Unfortunately, only the Nascent Soul Demon Generals can enter this Xuanli Realm. Demon Generals can withstand the power of Demon Saints due to their bloodline."

"If our sect's protectors could also arrive here, the demon race would have no chance of winning."

The cultivation methods of humans and demons are vastly different; humans cultivate their spirit through magic, while demons temper their bodies through physical refinement.

Human cultivators progress through Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul Formation, and Divine Transformation, refining their primordial spirit and comprehending the power of the laws of heaven and earth, relying on magical treasures and supernatural abilities.

The demon race specializes in cultivating their bloodline and physical body, mastering innate supernatural powers, possessing the strength to move mountains and overturn seas, and inheriting their bloodline from their own kind.

Elder Yuan, Elder Su, and Elder Mei either bestowed puppet talismans or sword energy spirit objects; even if they bestowed a split soul, it would be difficult for a Nascent Soul cultivator to withstand it.

Lin Yuanzi only needs to take pills to enhance his soul power to control a Void Refining puppet, and there is also the danger of backlash.

As descendants of true spirits, Zhong Ding and Ao Pan possess top-tier bloodlines and physical bodies among demon generals.

Zhong Ding was the son of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint. After swallowing the blood bead, his cultivation level skyrocketed, becoming comparable to a Void Refining Demon King, something that human cultivators could never achieve.

The two communicated through telepathy, which seemed lengthy but actually only took a few breaths.

Zhong Ding was not annoyed by Chen Yuan's curt reply. He said calmly, "Considering that you have the bloodline of the Kun fish in your body, you can be considered half a demon. I will give you a chance."

"Kill the human cultivators around you, surrender, and I may spare your life." Chen Yuan sneered. It was one thing for the Azure-White Flood Dragon to want to capture him alive, after all, it was a demon saint's divided soul descended, so naturally it wouldn't take a mere Nascent Soul cultivator seriously.

But Zhong Ding's cultivation had only temporarily surged, yet he was so arrogant, which made him furious.

Chen Yuan said, "You have quite the nerve. Ao Xuan also spoke arrogantly in front of me, and now he's just a skeleton."

"I wonder how you compare to Ao Xuan, that you expect me to surrender?"

Zhong Ding said calmly, "You were able to kill Ao Xuan, so you do have some strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you this chance to live."

"My patience is limited. If you do not make a move within ten breaths, I will have no choice but to take action myself, regardless of life or death."

Chen Yuan sneered, about to retort, when the blue-white dragon that was fighting the black-robed puppet in the distance suddenly retreated a hundred feet and temporarily stopped its attack.

It turned its head, stared at the bell and cauldron, and said in a clear voice with a hint of solemnity: "Is it Fellow Daoist Tianzhu in person?"

The spiritual materials used to forge the black-robed puppet's body are extremely unique. Not only can they absorb supernatural powers, but they also give it immense strength comparable to a demon king, making it adept at close combat and fully utilizing the puppet's fearless nature.

However, the black and white puppets were outmatched by the azure and white dragon.

Even more overwhelming was the icy storm that swept in from all directions. Each ice crystal snowflake was comparable to a top-tier flying sword, sweeping across the black-robed puppet's body and covering it with a thick layer of frost.

His body absorbed the power of countless strands of ice, becoming increasingly crystalline, shaped like an ice sculpture, revealing the intricate spiritual runes and restrictions within, a truly magnificent sight.

Only the black robe remained unchanged; it was made of a different spiritual material and would not change its appearance as it absorbed supernatural powers.

However, the power he can absorb is not inexhaustible. When his skin becomes completely transparent, he will no longer be able to absorb the power of ice and will turn into a real ice sculpture.

However, the black-robed puppet has not yet reached its limit. After all, the blue-white dragon is not a true demon saint, and its cultivation is only at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, which is comparable to the puppet.

No matter how fierce the ice storm was, it could not immediately freeze the black-robed puppet.

However, the demonic power of the Azure-White Flood Dragon seemed inexhaustible, and the icy storm grew ever stronger, continuing indefinitely.

Lin Yuanzi didn't know how much longer the black-robed puppet could hold out.

When he saw the azure-white dragon suddenly slow its attack, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He took the opportunity to take out a piece of immortal spirit stone and integrate it into the black-robed puppet's body.

As the Immortal Spirit Stone entered its body, the black-robed puppet's spiritual energy became abundant, the frost on its body slowly melted away, and its body regained some of its jade-like color.

The blue-white dragon saw this but did not intervene; its dragon eyes remained fixed on the bell and cauldron.

Zhong Ding turned his head and looked at the blue-white dragon, saying, "It is indeed me. I did not expect that Fellow Daoist Han Ying would prepare such a demon king dragon corpse for this trip to Xuanli Realm. It is truly a grand gesture."

The azure-white dragon said indifferently, "I was merely using a trick. It is you, Fellow Daoist, who spared no expense, even sacrificing your offspring who would inherit the true spirit bloodline for the sake of the True Dragon Cave."

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you worried that the treasures left behind by that true dragon were too few, or even nonexistent in the cave?"

Zhong Ding's smile faded, and he said, "To obtain the True Dragon's Relic, one must naturally take some risks."

“Ao Pan was able to help you refine this dragon corpse, but I do not have such means. I can only reluctantly sacrifice my child.”

"If you want to blame someone, blame Zhong Ding for being too weak. He was in danger before even entering the True Dragon Cave, forcing me to take action myself."

"As you know, fellow Daoist, I paid a great price for this True Dragon Cave. I cannot return empty-handed."

Whether intentionally or for some other reason, the two did not use telepathy; their voices were not loud, but they still carried for miles around.

Upon hearing that not only had the Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul descended, but the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint had also possessed Zhong Ding, the demon race's morale soared, and they even suppressed the human cultivators on the other side.

Upon hearing this, the human race's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and they frequently glanced at the blue-white dragon and the bell.

A blue-white dragon firmly suppressed the Void Refining Puppet. If the bell and cauldron were to be possessed by the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul, what kind of power would it possess?
Jiang Wangchen was meditating and regulating his breathing when he heard this, so he opened his eyes, and his energy fluctuated slightly.

Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became serious.

The blue-white dragon said, "We have an agreement that if there are any treasures in this True Dragon Cave, you will keep 30% of them, and the rest will be divided equally among us."

"Fellow Daoist, you gave up the bell and cauldron, but only obtained 30% of the treasures. I'm afraid that won't satisfy your appetite, will it?"

Zhong Ding narrowed his eyes and said, "We haven't even broken through the True Dragon Cave Formation yet, so discussing how to distribute the treasures here is a bit too hasty."

"How about we kill all these human cultivators blocking our way first, and then discuss this matter?"

The azure-white dragon glanced at Chen Yuan: "A few minor cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage are nothing to worry about."

“This Chen Yuan, using the alias Bei Ming, infiltrated the Burning Demon Realm and killed Ao Xuan of my Jiaolong clan. His sins are grave, and to die here is too good for him.”

"I would like to ask you to leave this person to me. After capturing him, I will send him back to the Burning Demon Realm and hand him over to Fellow Daoist Yan Yun so that I can extract his soul and refine his spirit to find out his origins."

Zhong Ding's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "It just so happens that I am also somewhat interested in this person. I have known Fellow Daoist Yan Yun for many years, so I will personally deliver this person to him. There is no need for Fellow Daoist to trouble himself."

A hint of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the azure-white dragon: "Fellow Daoist, are you truly unwilling to give this person to me..."

"At the moment of battle, you still treat us as nothing. Do you really think that we human cultivators can be manipulated by you?"

Before it could finish speaking, it was interrupted by a loud shout.

The blue-white dragon turned its head and saw Lin Yuanzi with a resolute expression. With a flick of his sleeve, the black-robed puppet rushed forward.

The azure-white dragon was furious when it saw that a Nascent Soul cultivator dared to attack it. The icy storm that had just subsided raged again, and the dragon swung its tail to meet the attack.

But it still remembered to say to Zhong Ding, "Fellow Daoist, capture this person first. We can discuss how to deal with him later, but please do not harm him!"

The crisp sound echoed for miles around, and everyone in the battle looked at Chen Yuan. The Demon General's eyes were filled with mockery, while the cultivators from the Tai Xuan Sect and the Wei Family were filled with worry.

Lin Yuanzi was no match for the Azure-White Flood Dragon. Yuan Shuheng and Wei Changlin joined forces but could only hold off Ao Pan. Jiang Wangchen was seriously injured, and Han Xuan challenged Zhou Lang, who was of a higher rank.

If Chen Yuan is captured by Zhong Ding again, the human race will truly be doomed.

Zhong Ding nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at Chen Yuan: "You heard it too. If you surrender now, you'll only suffer a bit, but you'll still save your life."

Chen Yuan watched as Zhong Ding and the Azure-White Flood Dragon casually discussed his fate, as if it were already theirs for the taking, and his expression darkened considerably.

He said coldly, "Are you so confident that you can capture me, Chen, alive?"

Zhong Ding frowned: "If you intend to threaten me with death, I will not tolerate it..."

Chen Yuan said, word by word, "Then I, Chen, will experience the Demon Saint's methods today!"

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal. Within his dantian, the sea of ​​true essence surged, billowing and swirling, with endless streams of true essence flowing out and merging into the three illusory true spirit figures. (End of Chapter)