Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

In the endless desert, the scorching sun burns the yellow sand, and the hot air twists and ripples like water waves.

A huge, ferocious beast shaped like a lizard was crawling on the ground, holding its sandy yellow head high. It kept making threatening hissing sounds, and its three long pointed tails were waving wildly, like three flexible whips, making sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

In front of the lizard beast, the two monks flashed and dodged the long tail, while controlling the magic weapons to continuously attack the beast below.

One of them had gray hair and a body as straight as a pine tree, but his eyes were a little cloudy, as if stained with a thin layer of misty pearls, giving people a sense of twilight. It was Lu Gui.

His expression was grim. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The Sea Spear grew to about ten feet long. Every time it chopped down, it was accompanied by the sound of surging waves. The lizard beast had to wander around in the desert to avoid it.

Its limbs are short and powerful, but its movements are light and swift. It drags its huge body like a nimble fish, cruising in the sea of ​​sand.

Every time this happened, another middle-aged cultivator beside Lu Gui would display his magical powers, forcing the lizard beast to stop and take Fu Haige's attack.

The lizard beast's body was too huge, about several feet long. No matter how agile it was, it could not avoid the magical powers of the middle-aged monk.

"Fizz!"

The lizard beast let out a long, painful howl, leaving a wound on its back covered with thick scales, and blood gushed out.

It waved its three long tails even more frantically. The tails, which were more than ten feet long, were tough and powerful, and could be stretched and retracted freely, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.

Lu Gui and the middle-aged monk tried their best to dodge, but the three long tails were too fast. Whenever they failed to dodge, they would hit their defensive magic weapons hard, making a crisp explosion.

The middle-aged cultivator’s cultivation level is even lower than Lu Gui’s. He is only in the middle stage of Jindan, and his strength is also inferior.

His magic weapon is a folding screen, which transforms into an ink-and-wash landscape painting of overlapping mountains. The scenery is magnificent, but its defensive ability is average.

Every time the long tail hits the painting, the ink-and-wash landscape will break and the screen's aura will dim.

The aura of this ferocious lizard beast is comparable to that of a level seven demon beast, and it is very difficult to deal with.

Lu Gui was better off. He had a profound cultivation base and was the patriarch of the Lu family. He had no shortage of magic weapons. The bone shield left by the ancestors of the Lu family was extremely hard and enough to withstand the whipping of the long tail.

Soon, the middle-aged monk could no longer hold on. He was about to be hit by the lizard's long tail. He shouted, "Brother Lu, please give me a hand!"

Lu Gui immediately raised his hand, and the bone shield in front of him was covered with a layer of lustrous light blue, and he took the initiative to face the long tail of the lizard beast.

clap clap clap!
The three long tails hit the bone shield in succession, but were blocked by the shiny water light on its surface and slid to the side without exerting their full force.

But even so, the bone shield still flew backwards, and the clear water light on the surface was completely shattered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged cultivator frantically urged the true energy in his body and displayed his magical powers continuously, condensing two huge crescent-shaped light blades, leaving two huge wounds on the back of the lizard beast, and even its white spine could be vaguely seen.

Under the severe pain, the lizard beast went crazy, opened its mouth wide, and spit out a stream of light yellow acid, shooting at the middle-aged monk.

The acid was like a sharp arrow, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged monk hurriedly activated his true energy, and black and white illusory mountains flew out from the dim screen in front of him, blocking him.

However, this magic screen has blocked the attacks of the lizard beasts for the middle-aged monk several times, and the power of the magic weapon has been greatly consumed, and its power has been greatly reduced.

Chi Chi!

The long arrow of acid, which was filled with high temperature, penetrated through the mountains without any hindrance. The magnificent ink-and-wash landscape painting was shattered in an instant. Even the screen was pierced by the long arrow of acid, leaving a charred hole with wisps of black smoke.

The middle-aged monk looked anxious: "Brother Lu, help me!"

Lu Gui turned a blind eye to it, and instead took advantage of the opportunity to make a hand gesture, causing the Fu Hai Spear to grow to three meters in length, and he chopped it down heavily, hitting the lizard beast whose old strength was gone and whose new strength had not yet been generated.

"what!"

The middle-aged monk's screams drowned out the long roars of the lizard beast. He was pierced through the chest and abdomen by long acid arrows. His body trembled and he almost fell from the air.

The lizard beast was not in a much better situation. Fu Haige attacked with all his might and cut off its three long tails, leaving it without its strongest weapon.

Without the three long tails, the threat posed by the lizard beast was greatly reduced, and Lu Gui immediately gained the upper hand.

Before it could spit out the second acid arrow, Lu Gui used Thousand Edge Rain and another water-based magical power in succession, and then controlled the Fu Hai Spear to chop down and cut off the head of the lizard beast.

The middle-aged monk covered his chest and abdomen with his right hand and stared at Lu Gui: "Brother Lu, why didn't you save me?"

His eyes were full of hatred, his facial features were distorted, his expression was painful, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were charred black, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.

The acid arrow contained the fire power of the lizard beast, which had penetrated into the middle-aged monk's body and was constantly corroding his body.

“Just watch it die without helping? Haha…” Lu Gui pointed and chopped down with the Fu Hai Spear, cutting open the body of the lizard beast and taking out its inner elixir, along with its three long forked tails and a body of scales, and put them all into the mustard seed ring.

The middle-aged monk was left aside and looked very unhappy.

After Lu Gui finished dealing with the corpse of the lizard beast, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged cultivator: "Does Brother Wang have any objection?"

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly felt a chill in his heart and laughed dryly: "This beast's attack was too hasty. I misunderstood Brother Lu and spoke out of turn in a moment of anxiety. Please forgive me, Brother Lu."

"No, Brother Wang is right. I just watched him die without helping him." Lu Gui shook his head.

The smile on the middle-aged monk's face froze, and he suddenly turned around and ran away.

But Lu Gui had already torn his relationship with him, so how could he let him go? He immediately chased after him.

The middle-aged cultivator was seriously injured and his escape speed was extremely slow. After a dozen breaths, he was caught up by Lu Gui.

The Fu Hai Ge slashed down, accompanied by the endless rain of Qian Feng Yu's blades. The middle-aged monk who had lost his defensive magic weapon had no power to resist, and his head and body were soon separated.

A golden pill flew out of the corpse's belly, and the middle-aged cultivator's angry voice rang out: "Lü Gui! You actually ignored the oath of the foreign demon and committed such a murder. Aren't you afraid that the foreign demon will take over your mind and kill you?"

"Becoming possessed? I don't care anymore." Lu Gui said calmly.

"I have known you for two hundred years, but I didn't realize that you..."

Click!

Lu Gui raised his hand expressionlessly and crushed the golden elixir into pieces. The middle-aged cultivator's voice stopped abruptly.

"Go with peace of mind. Blame it on your bad luck. I have been delayed in the Ice and Fire Realm for too long and have no time to find a second fire beast. I must enter the Wind and Thunder Sea as soon as possible..."

Lu Gui's voice became lower and lower. He raised his hand and released a fire snake, which burned the body of the middle-aged monk to ashes. He then rode on a beam of light and fled away.

……

In the Ice and Fire Realm Cave, in the extreme north, two cultivators in the late Jindan stage were looking at a blue dragon and a tall young man in front of them with extremely ugly expressions.

They were from the Zhenhai Sect and the Zhengqi League respectively. The three major sects had frequent disputes on a daily basis. The two met in the cave and fought each other for a thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

The thousand-year-old spiritual herb was just below the two of them, but they stood together.

The tall young man with a defiant look was Kun Feng, the son of the Kun Fish Demon King.

He looked at the two of them very casually, playing with a dull golden pill in his hand. The blue dragon was about ten feet long, with a slender body, majestic and awe-inspiring, emitting a faint dragon aura.

The two Jindan cultivators felt a slight tremor in their hearts just by looking at it.

But whenever its eyes fell on Kun Feng, it revealed a hint of hidden fear, and even subconsciously shifted its body slightly away from Kun Feng.

When the two Jindan cultivators looked at Kun Feng, there was more surprise and confusion in their eyes.

In their eyes, there is no difference between Kun fish and Jiaolong. They want to know more about where the golden elixir in Kunfeng's hand came from.

The golden elixir is located in the cultivator's dantian, and the dantian is only placed on the dantian acupoint. Even if Kun Feng kills a cultivator, the golden elixir can escape. Even if it cannot escape, it can also collapse on its own.

They couldn't understand why Kun Feng had a golden pill in his hand.

Suddenly, Kun Feng threw the golden pill in his hand into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it into his stomach.

A chill rose from the hearts of the two Jindan cultivators, as if they saw the fate of their golden elixir after their death.

"We are lucky to meet two more cultivators. Do you want to offer your golden elixir to me, or should I take it myself?" Kun Feng said casually.

The two Jindan cultivators looked at each other, then suddenly turned around and fled in opposite directions.

They were not sword cultivators like Qi Lang, and it was difficult for them to deal with a blue dragon together. If they added Kun Feng from the Kunyu clan, they would have no way out.

Kun Feng snorted coldly: "Want to escape?"

A pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him, with jet-black feathers as hard as iron. Each wing, when stretched out horizontally, was more than ten feet long, broad and light.

Kun Feng flapped his wings and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the Zhenhai Sect cultivator, almost face to face with him.

The Zhenhai Sect cultivator's face changed drastically and he immediately pulled back. His body suddenly stiffened and he stayed where he was.

He lowered his head and saw a bloody hole in his abdomen. His robes were torn and bleeding.

Kun Feng retracted his bloody right hand, holding a golden pill in his hand.

The remaining vitality in the eyes of the Zhenhai Sect cultivator quickly dissipated, and his body fell from the air.

Kun Feng flapped his wings, and the next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away.

When the cultivator from the Righteous Alliance saw this scene, he was so frightened that he immediately raised his hands, made a hand seal, and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which wrapped around his whole body and his escape speed increased sharply.

But every time Kun Feng flapped his wings, he could reach a distance of a hundred feet. In just a few breaths, he crossed a distance of nearly a thousand feet and came behind the cultivator of the Righteousness League, less than ten feet away from him.

The cultivator from the Righteous Alliance roared wildly and threw a pipe at Kun Feng.

Kun Feng flapped his wings and teleported to the side of the Righteousness League cultivator. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the cultivator's neck.

The pipe hit the air, but it didn't matter anymore. Kun Feng's right hand glowed black and demonic power surged out, sealing the dantian of the Righteous Alliance cultivator.

The Righteous Alliance cultivator was unable to use his true energy to protect his body. The scorching hot air in the cave enveloped his entire body, and he felt as if he was being burned by fire, causing him unbearable pain.

Kun Feng retracted the jet-black wings on his back into his body, and holding the cultivator of the Righteousness League in one hand, like holding a chicken, he flew towards the cultivator of the Zhenhai Sect who had fallen to the ground.

He raised his hand and took the Zhenhai Sect cultivator's mustard seed ring into his hand. A black light flashed, and his consciousness directly probed into it. He nodded: "Not bad, there are some good things."

The blue dragon flew over, the fear in his eyes intensified, and he said in a rough voice: "Brother Kun is so powerful, Ao admires him."

Kun Feng smiled proudly, took off the mustard seed ring of the Righteous Alliance cultivator, probed his spiritual sense into it, and took out several eight hundred year old spiritual herbs.

The cultivator from the Righteous Alliance widened his eyes. The imprint of his spiritual consciousness that he had left in the mustard seed ring was removed by Kun Feng in an instant.

Kun Feng put these eight hundred year old spiritual herbs into his mustard seed ring, and then threw the Righteous Alliance cultivator to Lan Jiao: “This cultivator is given to you. He has two fierce beast inner pills in his hand, which can save a lot of effort.”

The blue dragon was overjoyed. He raised one of his sharp claws, caught the Righteous Alliance monk, took off his mustard seed ring, threw the man into his mouth, and started chewing him.

Kun Feng said calmly: "Let's go, Ao Hui should have walked out of the Ice and Fire Realm. Kill him and you can transform."

The blue dragon crouched down and said, "Brother Kun is so generous. After returning to the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea, Ao will definitely follow Brother Kun's lead. No matter what news comes from the clan, I will inform Brother Kun as soon as possible!"

……

On a plain, the ground was dry and barren, with a faint black mist rising.

A dark green vulture flew through the sky. Its body was extremely huge, at least thirty feet long, and it was surrounded by a strong demonic aura, and its aura was comparable to that of an eighth-level demon king.

But his pair of black eyes were filled with panic. He flapped his wings hard and flew away at an extremely astonishing speed.

Behind the vulture, a cultivator was chasing closely. This man was wearing a blue shirt, about forty years old, with an elegant appearance and two strands of black hair hanging from his temples. He was none other than Patriarch Yuntian.

He moved at an extremely fast speed, even faster than the vulture, and was slowly closing the distance between them.

Two days later, Patriarch Yuntian finally caught up with the vulture.

The vulture let out a sharp cry, its eyes filled with madness, and the demonic energy lingering around its body condensed into a black eagle hundreds of feet in size, stirring up the black mist that covered the sky.

The black eagle let out a long roar that could be heard for a hundred miles. It flapped its wings and disappeared. The next moment, it appeared in front of Patriarch Yuntian and grabbed him with its claws.

The grab was silent, but three long light gray cracks appeared under the claws. The power of the eagle's attack was so strong that it could tear the void apart!

Patriarch Yuntian was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The sound of rushing waves came from the void. Thousands of blue spiritual lights gathered and condensed into a drop of dark blue, almost black water on his left hand.

This drop of water was only the size of a soybean, but Patriarch Yuntian's left hand sank slightly downwards, as if holding up a mountain.

He pushed his left hand forward, and the water droplets flew towards the black eagle, like a meteor flying out, easily piercing the black eagle, just like piercing a piece of white paper.

The black eagle turned into scattered demonic energy again, and the dark blue water droplets hit the vulture again, leaving a deep wound.

The vulture screamed, and Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and a seven-story glazed pagoda appeared out of thin air above the vulture and fell down with a loud bang.

boom!
The seven-story glazed tower fell on the vulture. The vulture resisted stubbornly, but only lasted for a dozen breaths before being suppressed. The glazed tower fell on the dark plain, and the earth trembled.

Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand again, and the seven-story glazed tower flew up from the ground, gradually shrinking and flying back into his palm.

The vulture lay on the ground, dying.

Patriarch Yuntian pointed his finger and the wooden sword flew out, cutting off the vulture's head.

The vulture, who was comparable to an eighth-level demon king, died at the hands of Patriarch Yuntian.

He lowered his escape light, raised his hand and pressed it on the huge corpse of the vulture. With a flash of light, the vulture's corpse disappeared.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled slightly, rode on his flying light, and flew away. (End of this chapter)