Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

In the cave, Chen Yuan flew all the way, spreading his spiritual sense to look for the traces of the ferocious beast.

Suddenly, he bent his body, descended, and landed on a barren hill.

On the top of the barren hill was a dark red thorn bush with stems covered with sharp thorns. An inconspicuous black spiritual herb was hidden in the bush, not at all noticeable.

"Is this... Japanese knotweed? I'm lucky." Chen Yuan raised his hand and a gentle force pulled out the black spiritual grass by the roots.

The knotweed is about one foot long and shaped like a wooden stick. The stem is bare with only three leaves on the top.

This is an eight-hundred-year-old magical herb, which is quite rare in the outside world.

The ninth-level demon essence pill conceived by old man Dan Jue requires knotweed as an auxiliary medicine.

Chen Yuan put the knotweed into the mustard seed ring, rode on the light of escape, and continued to rush north.

He had been flying in the cave for three days and three nights and had encountered many ferocious beasts, but their strength was very weak and none of them was an ice-attributed monster.

They did pick up a few spiritual herbs, but the ferocious beasts had no intelligence and would only eat the spiritual herbs with overflowing spirituality. Most of the inconspicuous spiritual herbs were left behind.

Along the way, Chen Yuan harvested four eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, all of which were relatively rare species in the Yuqing Sea.

Whether it is used to refine Yaoyuan Pills or ordinary pills, it can be used.

However, he only collected the spiritual herbs as a convenience, and his attention was still focused on finding the ferocious beasts.

The further north one goes, the slightly higher the temperature in the cave becomes. Although the change is extremely small, it is obvious enough in the eyes of the monks.

The cave is warmer than the ice field, but still very cold. However, Chen Yuan's body is strong, so the cold cannot penetrate his body.

Chen Yuan flew forward for another two hours, but still did not encounter any ferocious beasts.

He shook his head, turned back and flew south again.

Ice-attributed beasts will not stay in warm places. The further north you go, the smaller the possibility of encountering ice-attributed beasts becomes.

But Chen Yuan did not return the same way, but flew southeast to expand the search range.

He was lucky this time. After only half a day, he encountered a ferocious beast with ice attributes.

This is a wolf-shaped beast with a pitch-black body. It is three meters long and huge in size, but has no hair. Instead, its body is covered with ice-like scales and has a pair of wings on its back.

It lay in a dark forest, falling into a deep sleep, its body blending perfectly into the surrounding darkness, its aura weak.

If Chen Yuan's sense had not been sharp enough and his search had not been very careful, it would have been difficult to find this ferocious ice wolf.

He immediately summoned the Feiyun Sword and slashed it.

After being awakened, the ferocious ice wolf became furious. It flapped its wings and pounced towards Chen Yuan.

This ferocious ice wolf beast was as fierce as a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, while Chen Yuan was only in the middle Jindan stage and was extremely small in size. He looked like a weakling, so naturally the beast would not take him seriously.

Chen Yuan displayed his nameless magical power, and his body grew to about ten feet in height. His body surface became a faint silver-white color, and he flashed and went straight to meet the enemy.

The ferocious ice wolf slapped down with its claws, and Chen Yuan also punched out violently.

The fists and claws collided, and the Ice Wolf flew backwards. Chen Yuan also retreated dozens of feet under the huge recoil force before he could stabilize his body.

The ferocious beasts were all extremely violent in nature. When the ice wolf beast failed to hit its target this time, it roared wildly and rushed forward again.

Chen Yuan frowned, he had underestimated the power of the ferocious beast.

These ferocious beasts are in a daze. Although they can absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, most of them are used to warm their bodies. They also often temper their bodies in the cold wind, making them much stronger than monsters of the same level.

The strength of the Ice Wolf Beast is comparable to that of his nameless magical power. If he continues to fight with physical strength alone, it will take a lot of time.

Chen Yuan didn't want to continue wasting time with the Ice Wolf monster, so he directly activated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned snow-white and danced without wind. A thin layer of white flame appeared on his hands, and he punched the oncoming Ice Wolf monster!
boom!
The ice wolf flew backwards. On the basis of displaying his nameless magical power, Chen Yuan also stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, and his strength increased by twice. The ice wolf, which had been able to fight Chen Yuan on equal terms just now, was no match at this moment.

Chen Yuan took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy, he approached and grabbed one of the Ice Wolf's front paws, and Zhu Yan's True Fire surged out and attacked the Ice Wolf's soul!
"Ouch!"

The ice wolf howled miserably and lost all its strength to resist. The pain of its soul being burned made it almost faint.

The weaker the soul, the stronger the power of Zhuyan True Fire.

The ferocious beast has no intelligence and acts solely on instinct. Once the Zhuyan True Fire approaches its body, the pain is hundreds of times stronger than that of refining the soul.

Chen Yuan moved and came to the head of the ice wolf. While it was confused, he grabbed its head and neck with both hands and exerted force suddenly, twisting its head off!
Click!

The howling of the ferocious ice wolf suddenly stopped, and all life force was gone.

If vicious beasts do not cultivate their inner elixir, they will not be able to be like demon beasts. Even if they die, they can entrust their spirit and energy to the demon elixir and escape.

As soon as the ice wolf died, Chen Yuan's body immediately returned to its original state, his white hair turned back to black, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his hands disappeared.

At the same time, Zhu Yan's true blood and nameless magical power were stimulated, and the consumption of true energy was too great, and it could not even be maintained for a hundred breaths.

If it wasn't that he only had to deal with one ferocious beast and there were no other threats around, Chen Yuan wouldn't have used his trump card directly.

He lowered his escape light, summoned the Feiyun Sword, peeled off the ice crystal scales of the ice wolf, cut off a pair of its wings, took out a black demon pill that emitted a hint of coldness from its corpse, and put it into the mustard seed ring.

This kind of ice wolf beast is quite common in the Ice and Fire Realm. Many of the Wentian Sect cultivators who entered Jueling Island in the past have encountered it. Only its scales and wings have some value.

This is the foundation of a large sect. With years of accumulation, their understanding of a dangerous place far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.

Even though the Wentian Sect has been destroyed for a thousand years, Chen Yuan can still benefit from it.

If it weren't for Master Qingyou's memory, he would still be on the ice field, walking in the wind and snow, searching hard for the ferocious beast.

He snapped his fingers and a fire crow flew out, burning the ice wolf's body to ashes. Then it took off with a beam of light, turned its body, and flew to the north.

The inner elixir of the ice-attributed beast has been obtained. Next, all I need to do is kill a fire-attributed beast to pass the first trial.

Chen Yuan flew for three days and three nights at an extremely fast speed. The coldness in the cave gradually disappeared, and the temperature became higher and higher, even reaching a scorching level.

He had left the ice field and was below the desert.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed and carefully looked for the trace of the fire-attributed beast.

In the past two days, he picked up two more spiritual herbs, one eight hundred years old and one five hundred years old, both of which are relatively rare species in Yuqing Sea.

After two hours, Chen Yuan still had no results.

Although he encountered a group of fire-attributed beasts that looked like leopards, their strength was only equivalent to that of a foundation-building cultivator. He ignored them and continued on his way.

Suddenly, a faint loud noise came from a distance, like a muffled thunder from a very far distance. When it reached Chen Yuan's ears, it had become almost invisible.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he bent his body and flew towards the direction where the loud noise came from.

The space in the cave is small, and any sound can be heard very far away.

It is possible that the ferocious beasts are fighting each other, or it is possible that other monks who have entered the cave are fighting with the ferocious beasts.

No matter what, Chen Yuan had to find out the truth.

If there was a fight between ferocious beasts, he would be the one who benefited.

If other cultivators or monsters enter the cave, they must not be missed.

The three major sects and the monster royal family have explored Jueling Island many times and are aware of the existence of the underground cave.

Kun Feng would definitely enter the cave as well, and maybe he was the one fighting with others.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed, spread out his spiritual sense, and flew more than ten miles. The loud noises coming from the front became clearer and more frequent.

Finally, his spiritual sense saw the people who were fighting.

A young monk was controlling a flying sword, which split into dozens of sword lights and attacked a formation repeatedly.

The sword flashed back and forth, slashing at the formation curtain, causing the formation curtain to shake violently, making loud noises that could be heard for hundreds of miles in the cave.

In the formation, there stood a female cultivator.

She looked pale, her hair was disheveled and her lips were tightly pursed.

With his left hand holding up a formation plate, he stared at the young cultivator with a pair of beautiful eyes full of unwillingness. It was Jing Shuhan, the disciple of Ji Laogui.

The young cultivator had reached the late Jindan stage and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips, white teeth and a childish face, but the look he gave Jing Shuhan was unusually cold.

Suddenly, the young monk's expression changed slightly, and the sword lights attacking the formation stopped. He turned his head to look diagonally behind him and shouted, "Which Taoist friend is here? Please come out and see me!"

Just when Chen Yuan saw the two people, he also discovered Chen Yuan's trace.

Chen Yuan no longer hid his figure, increased his speed, and came in front of the two people.

He had already remembered the identity of the young cultivator. This person had bowed and greeted Patriarch Yuntian after he entered the square. Now he appeared in the cave again. He must be a cultivator from the Zhenhai Sect.

He was controlling a flying sword and using the technique of splitting light and transforming it into shadows. He was actually a rare swordsman.

When Jing Shuhan saw Chen Yuan, his eyes lit up and his pale face immediately glowed.

The young cultivator saw that Chen Yuan was only at the middle stage of the Jindan stage, but the vigilance in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, please come in. I am Qi Lang from Zhenhai Sect. This woman is Jing Shuhan, a demon cultivator from Tianji Sect. I am trying to eliminate demons and defend the Dao. Please do not interfere."

Only the cultivators from the three major sects and the monster royal families knew the secret of the underground cave. He was unsure of Chen Yuan's identity, and it was not easy for him to ask directly, so he introduced himself and tried to test the waters.

Chen Yuan showed a look of surprise, and bowed in return: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Qi, I have long heard of your great name. I am Chen Yuan, a guest elder of the Righteous Alliance. I just happened to pass by here, and I have no intention of interfering in the fight between the two of you. Fellow Daoist Qi, please do as you please."

He had heard of Qi Lang's name before. Although this man looked young, he was actually more than 400 years old. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Jindan stage, and he was a famous swordsman in Yuqing Sea.

Chen Yuan still remembered that Jing Shuhan wanted to take advantage of the situation, and when he saw that it was not a cultivator hunting a fire beast, nor Kun Feng fighting with others, he immediately wanted to retreat. Although Jing Shuhan had repeatedly shown goodwill to him in the square, Chen Yuan would not become an enemy of Qi Lang for such a small matter.

Qi Lang's expression relaxed a little. Although he was a little puzzled as to how a guest elder of the Righteous Alliance knew about the cave, he would not ask at this time.

He showed a hint of smile on his face: "Chen Daoyou is so righteous..."

"If Brother Chen is willing to save my life, I will give you the inner elixir of an ice-attributed ferocious beast!" Jing Shuhan suddenly said.

Qi Lang was interrupted by her, and was angry. He snorted coldly: "Don't be wishful thinking. Chen Daoyou is also a righteous person. How could he help you?"

Chen Yuan glanced at Jing Shuhan and said calmly, "I have already killed an ice-attributed beast, so Fairy Jing, please don't worry about it."

Jing Shuhan chuckled: "Fellow Daoist, you don't care about the inner elixir of the fierce beast, but are you interested in what my master and Patriarch Yuntian are planning?"

After hearing this, Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved back and forth between Jing Shuhan and Chen Yuan, and vigilance appeared in his eyes again.

Jing Shuhan suddenly mentioned Ji Laogui and Yuntian Patriarch, and it seemed that they were related to Chen Yuan, which made him a little confused.

Chen Yuan stared at Jing Shuhan: "Fairy, do you know the inside story of this matter?"

Jing Shuhan smiled and said, “Of course, my cultivation is low. If I wasn’t useful to Master in this matter, how could he agree to let me enter Jueling Island?”

"As long as you can help me, I will tell you the truth."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Qi Lang, and said with a cupped hand: "Qi Daoyou, I ask you to show mercy today and let Fairy Jing go this time."

Qi Lang's face darkened: "Why, has Fellow Daoist Chen changed his mind and wants to intervene in this matter?"

"What this woman said involves our sect's Grand Elder. How can I sit back and watch? Since Fellow Daoist Chen is also implicated, he needs to give me an explanation!"

Chen Yuan said coldly: "I have no intention of being an enemy of Fellow Daoist Qi, but since Fellow Daoist Qi is unwilling to give in, then I have no choice but to offend him!"

After saying that, his body grew to about ten feet tall, his body surface turned silver-white, and he rushed towards Qi Lang with a flash.

Qi Lang was also ready for action. Seeing this, he retreated violently and pointed a point. Seventy-two sword lights shot out and slashed towards Chen Yuan.

Although his cultivation was one level higher than Chen Yuan's, he did not look down on him at all and treated Chen Yuan as a formidable enemy.

Chen Yuanming knew that he was a swordsman in the late Jindan stage, but he still dared to take the initiative to attack him. He must have something to rely on.

Facing the oncoming sword light, Chen Yuan's face condensed slightly. He raised his hand and grabbed it. Yuan Tujia appeared out of thin air, splitting into eight tortoise shell phantoms to protect himself firmly.

The sword light continuously slashed on the tortoise shell phantom, making a sharp sound of metal clashing. In an instant, the eight-sided tortoise shell phantom was chopped into pieces.

Among magic weapons of the same level, the flying sword is the most powerful.

Qi Lang's flying sword is also a mid-level magic weapon, but the sword light phantom and tortoise shell phantom it separated from it can hardly match its edge.

Fortunately, there was Yuan Lujia, circling and flying around, looking in front and suddenly behind, blocking all the sword lights.

But the sword was so sharp that it still left tiny scars on the Yuanluo armor.

Every time the inconspicuous light gray flying sword slashed down, it left a deep mark, making the criss-crossing patterns on the back of the Yuan Tuo Armor even more intricate.

The angles of some sword lights were too tricky and broke through the defense of Yuanluo Armor, slashing Chen Yuan's body and leaving several deep scars.

Qi Lang showed a look of surprise, then sneered: "So Fellow Daoist Chen is a physical cultivator, no wonder he dared to be a hero and save the beauty."

“But Qi has the souls of level seven monsters in his hands. Even the kings of monsters have been killed by his sword. Daoist friend, your cultivation in the middle stage of Jindan is not good enough!”

He raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted, "Gather!"

Seventy-two sword lights flew back together, gathered in the middle, attached to the flying sword, and condensed into a giant gray sword about ten feet long, with dazzling sword light.

Qi Lang raised his hand and patted his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, which merged into the giant sword. The gray giant sword immediately turned blood red, and the sword light was like blood.

He showed great contempt for Chen Yuan verbally, but he did not dare to be careless in his heart and directly used his most powerful trick.

Qi Lang has been roaming the Yuqing Sea for more than four hundred years, experiencing many life and death calamities, and has long been an old and experienced man.

Chen Yuan is an extremely rare physical cultivator, and is related to Patriarch Yuntian. Even he, an elder of the Zhenhai Sect, does not know about it. Everything about him is fishy, ​​and he must kill this man with thundering means!

"Kill!" When the giant blood-red sword was completely condensed and formed, Qi Lang shouted loudly, and murderous aura filled the air.

The blood-red giant sword flashed and slashed towards Chen Yuan at an incredible speed. It was slightly slower than a single sword light, but when it came to a giant sword that was more than ten feet long, it was as powerful as lightning and as fast as thunder!
When Jing Shuhan in the formation saw this scene, her pretty face turned pale and she was horrified.

But her internal energy was exhausted and she was unable to help. She could only watch as the giant sword slashed towards Chen Yuan.

She had seen Chen Yuan's strength, which was comparable to Wang Lin's.

But even if Wang Lin was hit by this sword, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Ordinary cultivators are afraid of body cultivators, but sword cultivators are not afraid at all.

One sword can break everything, Qi Lang did not hesitate to consume his essence and blood and used all his strength.

The blood sword was so sharp that Jing Shuhan was deeply afraid that if Chen Yuan died under the blood sword, she would not be able to escape death either.

But Chen Yuan did not retreat at all when facing the huge blood-red sword.

He waved his fingers together, and the Yuanluo Armor swelled wildly in the wind, transforming into a giant tortoise shell three meters in size, with criss-crossing patterns shining brightly, blocking in front of him.

clang!
The blood-red giant sword slashed heavily on the giant tortoise shell, and the sound spread hundreds of miles away. The blood-red giant sword dimmed a little, but it left a deep scar on the Yuan Tuo armor.

Qi Lang sneered. The flying sword in his hand had once slashed the Sky-supporting Divine Turtle and the Wooden Dragon. What was the point of a mere Yuan Crocodile's back shell?
Yuan Lujia fell from the air, and the blood-red giant sword continued to slash towards Chen Yuan.

But at the moment when the Yuan Lu armor collapsed and flew away, Qi Lang was slightly stunned, and saw Chen Yuan's black hair turned snow-white, his hands were wrapped in a layer of white flames, he rushed up, raised his hand and grasped the blade of the blood-red giant sword!

The blood-colored giant sword is composed of a mid-level magic flying sword, condensed from seventy-two sword lights and infused with Qi Lang's essence and blood. It is extremely sharp, and even the Yuanluo Armor, which is also a mid-level magic weapon, cannot resist it.

But Chen Yuan's right hand, which was holding the blood-red giant sword, was intact. A glove as thin as a cicada's wing appeared, flashing with spiritual light.

Chen Yuan used two mid-level magic weapons successively and finally blocked the blood-red giant sword.

However, Bing Huan could not withstand the sharp aura of the blood-colored giant sword. The sword energy penetrated into Chen Yuan's body, leaving countless tiny wounds on his right arm. His clothes were torn and blood was dripping, staining most of his body red.

Chen Yuan smiled coldly, his face splashed with blood, his smile was ferocious, and the Zhuyan True Fire followed the spiritual connection between Qi Lang and the blood-colored giant sword and surged out!

Qi Lang was about to activate the blood-red giant sword when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if it was burning in a raging fire. His body trembled violently and he could no longer concentrate on controlling the sword.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed and rushed towards Qi Lang. In an instant, he crossed a distance of a hundred feet and came in front of Qi Lang.

However, Qi Lang had lived for more than four hundred years, and his mind was firm and his consciousness was solid. Even under the burning of Zhu Yan's true fire, he still did not lose the power to resist.

At this critical moment of life and death, he endured the pain of his soul being burned, stepped back, and distanced himself from Chen Yuan.

But at this time, Chen Yuan did not have the blood-colored giant sword in his hand, and could no longer follow the spiritual consciousness to release more Zhuyan True Fire to burn Qi Lang's soul.

He could only raise his hand and summon the Feiyun Sword from his Dantian, then point his finger and the Feiyun Sword shot out and slashed towards Qi Lang.

Qi Lang's facial features were distorted, he clenched his teeth, raised his hand and made a gesture, the blood-colored giant sword collapsed, and seventy-two sword lights merged into the flying sword, heading towards the Feiyun Sword.

Although the Feiyun Sword was very fast, it could not compare with a real flying sword. It was blocked by the flying sword and flew back.

But Chen Yuan took this opportunity, approached Qi Lang and grabbed him!
Qi Lang's face changed drastically. With a thought, he recalled the flying sword and slashed towards Chen Yuan.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan shouted: "Explode!"

The Zhuyan True Fire in Qi Lang's soul space suddenly increased and turned into a raging fire, burning away most of the soul power diffused in the soul space!

"Ah!" Qi Lang finally couldn't bear such severe pain any longer. He screamed, and the flying sword that was slashing towards Chen Yuan's back trembled slightly and fell down.

Chen Yuan grabbed Qi Lang with his big hand like a palm leaf fan, exerted force suddenly, and broke his neck.

A golden elixir flew out of Qi Lang's body and tried to escape, but Chen Yuan raised his left hand like lightning and grabbed the golden elixir firmly in his hand.

"Chen Yuan, just wait, the Supreme Elder will avenge me!" A resentful voice came from the golden elixir, and then it disintegrated on its own, turning into a pure spiritual energy and dissipated in the cave.

Click!

The light grey flying sword broke in the middle, and the two halves of the sword were extremely dim. A mid-level magic weapon was destroyed.

Chen Yuan's body returned to its original state, his white hair turned back to black, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his hand disappeared.

He raised his left hand, trying to take the two broken swords into his hand.

But the two broken swords suddenly trembled slightly, let out a mournful cry, and turned into powder and scattered down.

Chen Yuan paused, retracted his left hand, took off the mustard seed ring on Qi Lang's wrist, and put it in his arms.

He used his spiritual sense to scan again and made sure that there was nothing else on Qi Lang's body. Then he snapped his fingers and a fire crow flew out, burning Qi Lang's body to ashes.

Chen Yuan kept the jade beads close to his body, and he couldn't help but wonder whether other cultivators would do the same and keep important treasures on their bodies.

However, he had killed at least dozens of monks and had never encountered such a situation.

After dealing with Qi Lang's body, Chen Yuan glanced at Jing Shuhan below, raised his sleeve and flicked it, and a white light suddenly lit up, covering his figure.

After a while, the white light faded away, and the tattered clothes on Chen Yuan's body disappeared. He was replaced by a brand new white gown, and the bloodstains on his face also disappeared.

The wound on his arm still had traces of sharp sword energy and had not yet healed, but the bleeding had stopped and would no longer stain his clothes red.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the Feiyun Sword and Yuanluo Armor back to his dantian, then lowered his escape light and came to the formation set up by Jing Shuhan.

He looked at Jing Shuhan and said calmly, "Fairy Jing, Qi Lang is dead. Please tell me the truth about what your master and Senior Yuntian planned." (End of this chapter)