Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

After the bald sturdy man and Kun Feng, a few more people entered the square, but they were all unknown Jindan cultivators.

Chen Yuan observed secretly from the side, and memorized all these monks and all the monks and monsters that had entered the square before.

Finally, the one-month deadline was up, and the hazy fog covering the edge of the square slowly dissipated, revealing the true face of Jueling Island.

Everyone turned to look and saw many human cultivators and monsters who were entering Jueling Island for the first time, with curiosity in their eyes.

But they were soon disappointed, as what appeared before their eyes was a large area of ​​ruins.

Collapsed mountains, dilapidated halls, ruined attics, dried-up rivers, and in the distance an endless plain, desolate and silent, filled with a layer of faint black mist.

These cultivators were all extremely surprised. Jueling Island was the most precious land in Yuqing Sea. It was said to have countless natural treasures, but it was in a dilapidated state.

However, many cultivators had already heard about the situation inside Jueling Island. They looked calm, but were a little surprised in their hearts.

They knew that Jueling Island was in ruins, but they didn't expect it to be so ruined.

Chen Yuan had the memory of Master Qingyou and was well prepared, but after seeing the magnificent Tongtian Palace, he found it was in ruins and dead silence, which made him feel sad.

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

All the cultivators and monsters withdrew their gazes and looked towards Tongtian Palace.

Patriarch Yuntian, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, and a smile inexplicably emerged on his calm face.

Old Ghost Ji looked around, laughed, stood up first, and appeared in front of the gate of Tongtian Palace and walked in.

Wen Qingxiang followed closely behind, Taoist Yunhe also stood up and followed. Shen Yi bowed to Patriarch Yuntian and stepped out.

Mr. Qingliu put away the bamboo slips in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Kunfeng on the other side of the square, his eyes fell on the bald strong man: "I am waiting for the Demon King to come in the Demon Plain!"

He turned and walked towards Tongtian Palace, his figure as straight as a pine tree.

The bald strong man snorted coldly, but ultimately he did not dare to threaten the elders of Haoran Sect in front of a group of cultivators.

After Qingliu entered the Tongtian Palace, he turned to Kunfeng and whispered, "Be careful and remember to avoid that old man."

Kun Feng nodded, but his expression showed some indifference.

The bald man looked at Ao Fang and said, "Brother Ao, let's move too."

Ao Fang stood up from the ground, glanced at the human cultivators, and shook his head slightly: "Kui Xing didn't come, what a pity..."

He strode towards Tongtian Palace, followed by the other three demon kings.

A powerful pressure emanated from Ao Fang, sweeping across the entire square, as if a mountain was pressing down!
Everyone lowered their heads involuntarily, not daring to look directly at Ao Fang.

This is the power of the Demon King, and even more so the power of a dragon. All those below the Nascent Soul stage bow down to him.

But there are two exceptions.

Kun Feng stood straight with a defiant look, and even followed the four demon kings towards the Tongtian Palace.

Wang Lin had a calm expression as he sat cross-legged on the ground. The way he looked at Ao Fang was no different from the way he looked at a stone.

Everyone noticed the abnormality of these two people and fear appeared in their eyes.

They treated the pressure from the eighth-level red dragon as nothing and these two people must not be provoked.

Wang Lin is a rare physical cultivator, and he is also notorious in the Yuqinghai immortal cultivation world. It is rumored that he is a disciple of the Kuixing ancestor, and he will never let grudges go unpunished.

Kun Feng is from the Kunyu clan and is the son of the Demon King. He dared to walk into the Tongtian Palace in front of Patriarch Yuntian. He was arrogant and lawless.

According to convention, every time Jueling Island is opened, before the Nascent Soul cultivator and the transformed demon king enter the Tongtian Palace, everyone else can only wait in the square.

At this time, Patriarch Yuntian was still in the square. Kun Feng's move made several Zhenhai Sect monks very angry.

But they did not dare to rebuke Kun Feng and could only look at Patriarch Yuntian.

Patriarch Yuntian, however, had a calm expression and seemed to not care about it at all. He walked towards Tongtian Palace.

Wang Lin's gaze shifted away from Ao Fang, looked at the crowd, and fell on Chen Yuan.

He lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look at Ao Fang, just like everyone else.

Chen Yuan seemed to feel Wang Lin's gaze. He turned around, glanced at him, and turned back.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and looked away.

Chen Yuan was a little puzzled, wondering why Wang Lin suddenly looked at him.

After the four demon kings and Kun Feng walked into the Tongtian Palace, Ao Fang's dragon might disappeared, and he, like the others, raised his head again.

He refined Zhu Yan's true blood, so he was naturally not afraid of the dragon's power, but he didn't want to show it, and still pretended to be frightened.

At this time, the voice of Patriarch Yuntian sounded beside Chen Yuan's ears: "Little friend Chen, remember to be careful and don't create unnecessary trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure was swallowed up by the darkness in Tongtian Palace.

After the Nascent Soul cultivator and the transformed demon king left, the silent crowd finally came alive.

The ten-foot-long red dragon moved and flew towards the hall. The golden-winged eagle was not willing to be left behind, and it flapped its wings and followed closely behind.

Next came the blue dragon and the light golden-winged eagle. After the four royal monster beasts had all left, the rest of the cultivators and monster beasts swarmed in and walked into the Tongtian Palace.

Jing Shuhan took light steps and nodded to Chen Yuan with a smile on her face before leaving.

Wang Lin, who was walking with Jing Shuhan, also nodded to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan frowned. Not only did he have no friendship with these two people, but he also had a conflict with them in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters. Why would they still show kindness to him?
At this time, most of the cultivators and monsters had entered the Tongtian Palace, and there were only a few people left in the square.

Chen Yuan did not delay any longer. He flew to the gate of Tongtian Palace and walked in.

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

Deep in the hall, there are two stone platforms ten feet in size, on which are engraved two magic arrays. Intricate lines crisscross each other, flashing with a faint spiritual light.

One of the stone platforms was empty, but the other one was continuously entered by Jindan cultivators and untransformed monsters, who were then enveloped by a white light and disappeared.

Chen Yuan had the memory of Master Qingyou and already knew the situation in the palace.

These two formations are teleportation formations. The one that no one uses leads directly to the third trial site and can only be used by Nascent Soul cultivators.

Another teleportation array leads to the first trial site, and most of the monks have been teleported there.

As long as the other cultivators and monsters step onto the stone platform, they will be teleported away immediately without having to wait at all.

This is much more mysterious than the ancient teleportation array that Chen Yuan had used. It does not require spirit stones to activate it, nor does it require a teleportation order to protect it.

Chen Yuan came to the teleportation array, stepped on the stone platform, and a white light wrapped him up. The next moment, his figure disappeared.

The familiar force of space compression surged, much stronger than when using the Tongtian Order.

A slight feeling of dizziness came over him, and the white light was blinding in front of his eyes. Chen Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes.

When the dizziness disappeared and he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a strange place.

The sky and the earth were dark. Chen Yuan's ears were filled with the sound of the whistling cold wind and in front of him were snowflakes dancing in the wind.

He raised his right hand, and snowflakes fell on his palm and arm, condensing and not dispersing, soon accumulating into a thin layer, turning him into a snowman.

His feet sank into the deep snow, reaching above his knees.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless ice field, heavy snow and a vast expanse of white.

Chen Yuan felt the long-lost chill, but it was not strong.

He practiced both magic and body, and was immune to cold and heat. Even though he felt cold, the coldness of this ice field was far beyond ordinary.

Chen Yuan circulated his true energy, the snow on his body melted quietly, and his figure slowly rose into the air.

The trials in Jueling Island are not conducted on Jueling Island, but in three secret spaces.

This is the first trial - the realm of ice and fire.

Jueling Island has been opened dozens of times, and the three trials have long been known to everyone. Chen Yuan also has the memory of Master Qingyou, and understands these three trials better than other cultivators.

The Ice and Fire Realm is divided into two parts: the ice field and the desert, which are clearly separated. The cultivator needs to obtain the inner alchemy of the two ferocious beasts of ice and fire and pass through the Ice and Fire Realm before he can pass the first trial.

Ferocious beasts are a general term for wild and exotic species. Like monsters, they can absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth and use their innate magical powers, but they have no intelligence and are ferocious in temperament.

The beasts in the Ice and Fire Realm were not too strong, only equivalent to Jindan cultivators, but in the ice desert environment, they were like a tiger with wings and were very difficult to deal with.

When Master Qingyou entered Jueling Island, he was already a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period and a true disciple of the Wentian Sect. He was very powerful, but it took him a lot of effort to kill the two ferocious beasts and pass the first trial.

The scene of Master Qing You passing through the Ice and Fire Realm emerged in Chen Yuan's mind. He spread out his spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding situation.

But he didn't know that it was due to the special nature of the Ice and Fire Realm. The heavy snow at that time had the effect of suppressing his spiritual sense. His spiritual sense could only cover a radius of twenty miles around him, which was reduced by one third.

Within this range, there were no other cultivators, nor any traces of ferocious beasts.

Not only that, in the snowstorm, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were moving, and it was impossible to tell the direction. Chen Yuan frowned, randomly chose a direction, and flew away.

He was not moving very fast, about thirty feet above the ground, and he was always paying attention to the ice field beneath his feet.

Master Qingyou was once careless and was ambushed by a ferocious beast that rushed out from the ice field. He almost died at the beast's claws.

Although the ferocious beasts have no intelligence, they can survive in the ice and fire environment. They are also very cunning and must be guarded against.

Moreover, the heavy snow blocked the vision, and the spiritual consciousness was suppressed, so the detection range was greatly reduced. We had to be wary of other cultivators and monsters entering the Ice and Fire Realm.

This caution soon showed its effect. Chen Yuan had just flown for two hours when he met a middle-aged cultivator.

He suddenly broke into the range covered by Chen Yuan's spiritual sense, and his escape speed was also slow, with a vigilant look.

But he was only at the middle stage of the Jindan stage, and his spiritual awareness was not as good as Chen Yuan's, so he did not find any trace of him.

Chen Yuan turned his body and flew in another direction.

It is difficult to find ferocious beasts in the ice and fire realm, and everyone is a potential opponent.

He had no interest in joining forces with this person, nor did he have any interest in killing people for treasure, so he simply stayed away from him.

After passing the middle-aged monk, Chen Yuan flew slowly all the way, constantly spreading his spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding situation, especially the solid ice under the thick snow.

All he saw along the way was a vast ice field with ice as hard as stone and thick snow. He did not encounter any plants or any living creatures.

This ice field seemed to be a dead place, shrouded by a never-ending snowstorm. Only ferocious and cunning beasts hid in the wind and snow, waiting for the monks who entered this place.

The solid ice beneath the snow is also quite strange, able to block the detection of spiritual consciousness.

But Chen Yuan still used his spiritual sense to explore every inch of ice wherever he passed, and even slowed down his speed for this, as if he was looking for something.

One day later, more than half of Chen Yuan's true energy was consumed. He had to lower his escape light, set up a formation, hide his body, meditate and practice to restore his true energy.

He had been flying in the air the whole time, and he needed to continuously circulate his true energy to resist the cold. Although the consumption was not great, the accumulation should not be underestimated.

Moreover, he was constantly spreading his spiritual sense to carefully investigate every inch of ice field he passed by. The consumption of spiritual power should not be underestimated, and he needed time to recuperate.

Two hours later, Chen Yuan continued to fly forward in the original direction.

The sky was dark in the snowstorm, and there was no difference between day and night.

Chen Yuan's escape speed was extremely slow, and his exploration of the ice field was more thorough.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan paused, and a cultivator entered the range of his spiritual awareness.

This man looked to be around thirty years old, with a goatee under his chin. He had an overflowing aura and was at the late stage of the Jindan realm.

The monk with a goatee also noticed Chen Yuan's whereabouts, but his reaction was much more intense. He immediately took out a bronze mirror, looked alert, and looked at Chen Yuan from a distance.

The two men faced each other quietly in the midst of the wind and snow. Neither of them could see the scene more than ten miles away, but with their spiritual senses, they could see every move of the other clearly.

After a while, Chen Yuan said, "I have no intention of becoming your enemy, please don't misunderstand me."

The monk with the goatee relaxed his expression a little: "I don't want to cause trouble to you, how about we both withdraw?"

He moved and slowly retreated. Chen Yuan also retreated, and his spiritual sense quickly lost the sense of the goat-bearded monk.

After he escaped for hundreds of miles, he suddenly turned back and escaped for hundreds of miles again before slowing down.

During this process, he kept an eye on the movements around him, guarding against the goat-bearded monk coming back and attacking him secretly.

Chen Yuan didn't want to fight with others for no reason, but he wouldn't easily believe what others said.

He continued to explore the solid ice under the snow, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. He changed direction slightly, flew a few miles, and then descended his escape light.

He waved his sleeves and a gust of wind blew past, clearing the snow in front of him and revealing a corpse.

The dead was a young female cultivator, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly open, and her expression was horrified, but it still could not hide her beautiful appearance.

She was wearing a gorgeous palace dress, lying on her back in the snow, with a sword wound piercing her heart, blood staining her front. Her left hand was covering her chest, and her five slender fingers were very beautiful, but now they were covered with a layer of white frost, cold and stiff.

Chen Yuan still remembered this female cultivator. In the square, this woman was surrounded by a male cultivator who was very attentive, but she looked cold and unmoved.

In less than two days, she turned into a cold corpse.

Chen Yuan looked at the horrified face of the female cultivator, was silent for a moment, then snapped his fingers and a fireball flew out, burning the female cultivator's body into a small pile of ashes.

The female cultivator did not have the mustard seed ring and storage bag on her body, so they must have been taken away by the person who killed her.

Chen Yuan raised his sleeve and blew a gust of wind, and a small pile of snow flew over and covered the ashes of the female cultivator.

Although he was not a good person, he couldn't just ignore the tragic death of someone like that.

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly and set off again, but he was much more cautious than before.

The ice field was too cold. When a monk died, his body would freeze immediately, and the endless snow would quickly cover it.

He didn't know when the female cultivator died. Perhaps the person who killed her was still nearby, so he had to be careful.

When he had flown for thousands of miles without encountering any other cultivators, he finally put his mind at ease and focused on exploring the ice under the snow.

In the next day, Chen Yuan still did not encounter any ferocious beasts, but he was not in a hurry at all. After recovering the true energy in his body, he continued on his journey.

The Ice and Fire Realm is vast, the environment is harsh, and it is difficult to find ferocious beasts.

There were even cultivators who flew hundreds of thousands of miles and spent two months, but still failed to collect the inner cores of the two ferocious beasts until the trial was over, and were forcibly teleported out of Jueling Island.

Of course, this is only a minority, but most Jindan cultivators need at least half a month to a month of a dozen people to collect two kinds of inner elixirs and pass the trial.

It's still early now, so Chen Yuan doesn't need to rush.

He flew slowly for three hours, and when he was carefully examining the ice, a huge figure suddenly broke into his consciousness.

This is a giant eagle, about ten feet long, with black feathers all over its body, a pair of cyan eyes, a strong body, and a strong demonic aura. It is actually a level seven blue-eyed eagle.

When Chen Yuan was hunting monsters in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, he once encountered a level seven green-eyed eagle and had to abandon the battle and flee.

But now when he meets her again, he is not afraid at all.

The monster's spiritual awareness is not as good as that of a human, and the green-eyed eagle did not notice Chen Yuan.

But it was extremely fast and soon flew several miles away, coming within fifteen miles of Chen Yuan and spotted his figure.

The green-eyed eagle let out a sharp cry, a cold light flashed in its green eyes, and it flapped its wings and flew towards Chen Yuan.

He was just a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period. It didn't take him seriously at all and just treated him as a snack.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly. He was thinking about how to prevent the blue-eyed eagle from escaping, but it came to him on its own, saving him a lot of effort.

He stopped where he was, summoned the Yuantu armor, and waited for the green-eyed eagle to fly over.

The Green-Eyed Eagle was indeed fast enough. Within a few breaths, it crossed a distance of more than ten miles and arrived in front of Chen Yuan.

It flapped its wings and two green gusts of wind flew out, transforming into dozens of feet long wind blades, slashing towards Chen Yuan.

The green wind blade came with great force, and with the help of the power of the cold wind, it rolled up countless snowflakes, which grew to three feet long and came overwhelmingly.

But Chen Yuan did not back down. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The Yuan Tujia expanded rapidly in the wind and turned into a giant tortoise shell about ten feet in size. He then pointed his finger and three tortoise shell phantoms appeared, which rushed forward.

clang clang clang!

The sound of metal clashing continued, with the Yuanluo armor's main body as the main force and the three tortoise shell phantoms as auxiliary forces, blocking all the hundreds of wind blades.

The magic weapon in the hands of the Nascent Soul cultivator was indeed extraordinary. This green wind blade was the innate magical power of the Green-Eyed Eagle clan. It was extremely sharp, but it was useless in front of the Yuan Crocodile Armor.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the blue-eyed eagle, shouting: "You evil beast, do you dare to fight me!"

The Blue-Eyed Eagle was furious. It had been roaming the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons for hundreds of years and had killed more than a dozen human cultivators, but it had never been looked down upon like this!
"Looking for death!" It screamed and raised its claws to grab Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was delighted. This blue-eyed eagle had actually refined the transverse bone in its throat. Its strength should be quite good. After the demon pill was refined into a medicine, its medicinal power would be even better.

However, the Green-Eyed Eagle did not lose its mind in its rage. It displayed its innate magical power and condensed a huge green claw shadow outside its iron claws, and grabbed down fiercely.

Chen Yuan pointed his fingers together, and a Yuan Crocodile Armor appeared in front of him, blocking the green claw shadow and causing it to break apart.

This is a phantom separated from the Yuan Crocodile Armor. Its defensive ability is far inferior to that of the original body and it was shattered by the magical power of the Green-Eyed Eagle.

But this block also reduced most of the power of the green claw shadow. Chen Yuan activated his nameless magical power, and his body grew to about two meters tall. His whole body turned silver-white. He raised his left arm to block in front of him. The green claw shadow swung past, leaving only a shallow scar.

This claw was only slightly stronger than an attack from a low-level magic weapon and was easily blocked by Chen Yuan.

The blue-eyed eagle was shocked that Chen Yuan actually blocked the claw with his body, which made it feel very bad.

Although this attack was blocked by the tortoise shell magic weapon, the remaining power was enough to tear any Jindan cultivator into pieces. There must be something fishy about this person!

The blue-eyed eagle immediately pulled back, but it was too late.

Chen Yuan raised his right hand like lightning and grabbed its left claw, then stretched out his left hand and grabbed its right wing, and suddenly exerted force, tearing the blue-eyed eagle in half! (End of this chapter)