Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan stopped beside Jing Shuhan and looked at him carefully.

The green wall remained motionless in the strong wind, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the wall was rapidly rotating and was composed of wisps of green wind, which was even more urgent and fierce than the strong wind that filled the sea of ​​wind and thunder.

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, but as long as it touched the green wind wall, it would be crushed to pieces and could hardly move forward.

He changed his method and extended his consciousness to both sides along the wind wall, finally getting a glimpse of the whole picture.

This is an island several miles in size, completely covered by a green wind wall. The scenery inside cannot be seen, and spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate into it.

Chen Yuan was not surprised by this. In the core of the Wind and Thunder Sea, the power of the strong wind increased greatly, and many islands were protected by wind walls.

These islands are often filled with thunder-attributed spiritual energy, which forms a peculiar balance with the outer wind walls, making the interior relatively peaceful.

It is for this reason that thunder beasts choose these islands as their habitats. After absorbing enough heavenly thunder, they will leave the thunderclouds and land on the islands to refine the power of the heavenly thunder.

The moment he saw the green wind wall, Chen Yuan knew that even if Jing Shuhan's words were not completely true, at least five percent of them were true. There must be thunder beasts living on this island.

"Fairy, do you know how many thunder beasts there are on this island?" Chen Yuan asked.

"When Ji Laogui told me about this, he didn't go into detail. He only said that there was a group of thunder beasts on the island." Jing Shuhan shook his head. "But since he dared to let Wang Lin and I join forces to deal with this group of thunder beasts, the number should not be too many, at most four or five."

"Four or five thunder beasts? It's not difficult to deal with them." Chen Yuan smiled.

Jing Shuhan's heart trembled, but she hadn't said anything else. Before entering Jueling Island, Ji Laogui gave him several treasures, one of which was specifically used to restrain thunder beasts, but he was forced to use it when dealing with Qi Lang.

According to Ji Laogui's arrangement, she and Wang Lin had to work together to deal with this group of thunder beasts.

But from what Chen Yuan said, he did not take Jing Shuhan into consideration. To be able to deal with this group of thunder beasts by himself, he either had a treasure that could restrain the thunder beasts, or his strength was beyond her expectations.

"Let's go and find out what's going on. If this group of thunder beasts is on the island, we can save a lot of effort." Chen Yuan moved and fled forward.

Jing Shuhan followed behind him, and the two of them came to the green wind wall and disappeared into it.

The strong wind suddenly increased several times, and the two had to mobilize their true energy and thicken the light shield to resist the invasion of the strong wind.

Jing Shuhan also sacrificed a small yellow tripod. As she was in the wind wall, her spiritual awareness could only cover a few feet around her. She was worried that once she got out of the wind wall, she would encounter a thunder beast, so she did not dare to be careless at all.

Chen Yuan was also extremely alert, but he did not use any magic weapon. The defensive ability of the Qinglong Shield was not as good as that of the Binghuan.

The wind wall was about tens of feet thick, and it took the two of them more than ten breaths to finally reach the end.

Chen Yuan paused and said to Jing Shuhan, "Follow me and be careful."

He could only learn about the matter of the Fulong Chizhen Teng from Jing Shuhan. If there really was a thunder beast on the island, he would save Jing Shuhan's life.

Jing Shuhan was stunned, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and nodded.

Chen Yuan's escape speed increased suddenly, he broke through the wind wall, spread his spiritual sense, and the sea of ​​true energy in his dantian stirred up huge waves, ready to use his magical powers at any time.

The entire island was instantly enveloped by his spiritual sense. The island was desolate, with rocks all over the ground. There was no trace of the thunder beast. Only in the center of the island, there were four spiritual herbs growing, emitting rich spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan keenly noticed that there was a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy in the southeast corner of the island.

He immediately shifted his gaze over there, narrowed his eyes, and said loudly: "Which Taoist friend is here? Please show yourself!"

Jing Shuhan followed Chen Yuan and rushed out of the wind wall. Hearing this, he looked over with a vigilant look.

A curtain of formation suddenly appeared in the air, flashed a few times, and then slowly dissipated, revealing a figure.

This man was dressed in black, had a sturdy build, a tough face, and long hair simply tied behind his back. It was Wang Lin.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Wang. It seems that the thunder beast has not appeared yet. We are not too late." Jing Shuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Lin definitely hasn't encountered the thunder beast yet, otherwise he wouldn't have to use the formation to hide his body, and he wouldn't have kept the thousand-year-old spiritual herb without picking it.

When Chen Yuan saw that it was Wang Lin, his expression relaxed and he bowed, “Fellow Daoist Wang.”

Wang Lin looked at Jing Shuhan, then at Chen Yuan, and grinned: "Just in time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook and grew to about two meters tall. His whole body was covered with silver scales, and a black horn about an inch long grew on his forehead. His whole body was filled with dark demonic energy, and he rushed straight towards Chen Yuan.

Jing Shuhan's expression changed: "Brother Wang, Fellow Daoist Chen is a friend, not an enemy!"

"Let's fight first!" Wang Lin shouted, and without caring about anything, he punched Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and displayed an unknown magical power. His body grew to about ten feet tall, and his entire body was glowing silver-white. Although his body was much smaller, his momentum was not inferior at all. He stepped forward to meet the attack.

Boom!

As the two fists collided, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, suppressing the loud bang caused by the collision between the two men.

Wang Lin flew backwards several feet and immediately rushed forward again. Chen Yuan's body was as steady as a rock, but he did not force him too much and just stayed where he was.

"What do you mean, Brother Wang?" he asked coldly.

Wang Lin did not answer, but rushed up again, followed by a violent flurry of punches and kicks.

The two men's huge bodies were extremely agile, and their fists and feet left a trail of afterimages.

Every collision was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, as if challenging the rumbling thunder from the sky.

Chen Yuan felt as if he had returned to the days when he was still in the Fuhu Gang. He was still the young warrior who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

There were no flying swords, no mysterious and strange spells, no strange and powerful magic weapons, only the most primitive close combat.

But the difference from that time is that he no longer needs to practice any secret skills or magic weapons. He already understands the principles of martial arts, and the only thing that can truly determine victory or defeat is absolute strength.

boom!
The two of them collided with each other for the umpteenth time, and were separated by the huge recoil force, facing each other across dozens of feet.

Most of the silver scales on Wang Lin's body were broken and covered with a thin layer of white frost. They were slowly repairing themselves under the demonic energy and looked very miserable.

There were only a few scars on Chen Yuan's silvery-white body, and he was clearly the better of the fight just now.

His physical body was comparable to that of a seventh-level monster, better than Wang Lin's.

By using his nameless magical power, he was not at all inferior to the royal family of monsters.

Even after Wang Lin transformed, he was still no match for him.

Chen Yuan was still wearing Ice Illusion on his hand, which was extremely suitable for close combat, and gave him an advantage over Wang Lin who had no magic weapon to use.

The fact that Wang Lin could hold on for such a long time was a result of his superb magic skills and the amazing defensive ability of his scales.

If he delays any further, his injuries will only get worse.

"It feels great! I, Wang, will soon die, but I can still fight with you, my fellow Taoist, before I die. This will comfort me for the rest of my life!" Wang Lin roared towards the sky, even louder than the rumbling thunder.

The next moment, all the silver scales on his body returned to their original state, emitting a faint golden light, his body shrank to about ten feet tall, the horn on his head stretched twice as long, and the dark demonic energy around him danced like a black snake, condensing into a set of black armor to protect his entire body.

“Come again!” Wang Lin laughed and pounced on him again.

"Brother Wang, please wait..."

Jing Shuhan's voice came from the side, but Wang Lin ignored it. Chen Yuan's expression became serious and he went forward again.

boom!
The two men's fists collided with each other, making a dull sound, and under the huge recoil force, each of them retreated several feet.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed. After Wang Lin's second transformation, his strength increased by half and was already equal to his.

Wang Lin's physical body is only equivalent to that of a sixth-level monster, but after the second transformation, his enormous strength is comparable to that of a seventh-level monster king. This magic skill is truly extraordinary.

Bang bang bang!
The two of them were like magnets attracting each other and colliding with each other. Wang Lin was wearing magic armor, like an ancient demon god. His body was as hard as a magic weapon, and every inch of it was a deadly weapon. He attacked Chen Yuan like a rainstorm.

Chen Yuan had no protective equipment, but the ice in his hand was equivalent to the magic armor on Wang Lin. When his fists and palms clashed, the power of ice emanated, leaving a thick layer of white frost on the black magic armor, freezing the wildly dancing black demonic energy.

The fist shadows in the sky swirled up and down like waves, and the two men flew backwards in a mess. The next moment, they rushed up like flying swords, and under the reflection of lightning, they poured fists and feet on each other.

This was the first time that Chen Yuan fought against a cultivator of the same level, and it was also the first time that Wang Lin fought against a cultivator of the same level.

Their strong bodies and amazing power made them like the royal family of powerful monsters, fighting in close combat.

The monks' powerful spiritual sense allows them to have a detailed insight into everything around them. They are more proficient in martial arts than the most powerful martial gods in the world. They can always block the opponent's attack in the best way and then fight back fiercely.

Every punch and kick from these two men is the most mysterious secret of magical skills, enough to drive mortal warriors crazy and intoxicated.

Jing Shuhan looked at the two people fighting fiercely, with anxiety in his eyes, but he didn't dare to step forward to interfere.

Her cultivation was too low, and the aftermath of the fight between Wang Lin and Chen Yuan could easily severely injure her.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan and Wang Lin separated, each retreating dozens of feet. Their huge bodies, their chests rising and falling slightly, staring at their opponents, covered in wounds.

Chen Yuan had many wounds on his body. The most serious one was on his left arm, so deep that the bone was visible, but it was slowly healing.

The hideous black magic armor on Wang Lin's body was broken into pieces and covered with a thick layer of white frost. Some cracks were frozen into ice, revealing the equally broken silver scales inside.

He had two layers of protection and was not injured, but the damage to his magic armor and scales would increase the consumption of his true energy. After a careful calculation, he was still at a disadvantage.

But this disadvantage is very small. Even if the physical cultivator's true energy is exhausted, he still has the strength of his physical body and can fight for the longest time. As long as he wants, he can fight with Chen Yuan for three days and three nights.

“What a pleasure!” Wang Lin laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in his eyes. “Fellow Daoist, don’t hold back. Show me that magical power that can turn your hair white. Let me teach you again!”

"Brother Wang, Fellow Daoist Chen is a friend, not an enemy. Have you forgotten our previous plan?" Jing Shuhan asked anxiously. Wang Lin laughed, "Of course I haven't forgotten. Since Fellow Daoist Chen is traveling with you, he must know about the Fulong Chizhen Vine. You should have persuaded him to deal with Ji Laogui together."

“But after entering Jueling Island, Old Ghost Ji planted another restriction in my body, strengthening the soul and blood restriction.”

"The previous method of breaking the blood ban is no longer effective. He can decide my life or death with a single thought."

“Rather than dying in his hands, it’s better to die in the hands of Fellow Daoist Chen, and then I won’t have to endure the pain of the blood prohibition and soul-devouring!”

"Brother Wang, are you really not afraid of death?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Although I'm still alive, it's no different from being dead," said Wang Lin.

"What if I have a way to help you get rid of the control of old ghost Ji?" Chen Yuan said.

"Are you serious?" Wang Lin's expression finally changed.

"I'm somewhat confident, but it still needs some testing." Chen Yuan said.

"How can the soul and blood ban be broken? The winner between you and me has not yet been decided. Let me see what your methods are first, please!" Wang Lin said seriously.

Chen Yuan frowned: "Why are you so persistent, fellow Taoist?"

Wang Lin said: "I have been accepted as an apprentice by Ji Laogui since I was a child. He asked me to fight monsters, and I was able to tear them apart every time."

"Later, he captured monks to fight me. I never lost once. Along the way, I never met an opponent."

"I originally thought that Ji Laogui wanted to hone me, but later I realized that he just wanted to use me to seize the Fulong Chizhen Teng."

"But I'm used to fighting with others. This is my only hobby."

"You are not the first physical cultivator I have fought, but you are the only one I am not sure I can defeat."

"No matter what, I want to experience your strongest method. Whether I live or die, I will have no regrets."

"Then I will fulfill your wish." Chen Yuan said lightly, and the black hair behind him suddenly turned snow-white and danced without wind.

A fierce aura flashed by, but Wang Lin's expression became excited: "Yes, that's the feeling. I have killed all three major monster royal families, but their auras are not as strong as yours. Do you have monster blood?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but rushed towards Wang Lin.

The black magic armor on Wang Lin's body has been restored to its original state. He went straight forward and punched out, attacking Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed Wang Lin's fist, without moving at all.

The enormous force that was enough to collapse mountains and break peaks fell on him, but it disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean.

Wang Lin was startled and wanted to pull out his fist, but even though he used all his strength, his right hand did not move at all.

Chen Yuan slid his right hand along Wang Lin's arm, grabbed his wrist, and swung it down heavily!
boom!
Wang Lin fell to the ground, leaving several cracks. Several white arcs of electricity emerged from the island, entangled Wang Lin's body, and died together with a dozen evil spirits.

The rocks of this island are filled with the power of wind and thunder and are extremely hard. Even if two great cultivators fight each other, they cannot cause any serious damage.

Wang Lin fell very hard, his internal organs were shaken and his head was dizzy, but he immediately got up, swayed his body, and continued to rush towards Chen Yuan.

boom!
Wang Lin flew backwards for a hundred feet before he could barely steady himself. Chen Yuan simply stepped back a few steps and retracted his fist.

"You are no match for me." Chen Yuan said slowly.

“That’s great!” Wang Lin laughed, with a mad look in his eyes, “I still have one more magical power. If you take it, I will admit defeat immediately!”

Chen Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he rushed towards Wang Lin with a thin layer of white flames appearing on his hands.

Wang Lin didn't expect that Chen Yuan, who had always been extremely restrained, would actually take the initiative to attack. His face changed and he retreated violently.

But there was only ten feet between the two of them, which was just a short distance for a Jindan cultivator. Chen Yuan rushed to Wang Lin in the blink of an eye.

Demonic energy danced wildly around Wang Lin, and he transformed into a black python, opening his mouth to bite Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan did not dodge or evade. He stretched out his hand like lightning, and the black python's head and two black fangs bit Bing Huan, but it could not hurt him at all.

The next moment, Zhu Yan's true fire suddenly rose up and entered the body of the evil black python. Following the spiritual connection between Wang Lin and the black python, it poured into his soul space.

Wang Lin felt a black screen before his eyes, and he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire, burning in flames and in excruciating pain.

"Hiss..." He took a breath, his body trembled violently, and the concentrated strength suddenly dissipated.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed his neck, lifted him up, tilted his head slightly, and looked into his eyes: "Friend Wang Daoyou seems to have misunderstood. It's not me who needs you, but you who need me. Since you've lost, stop pestering me!"

Wang Lin's facial features were distorted, his expression was painful, and he forced a smile: "I give up."

Chen Yuan snorted coldly, loosened his right hand, brushed it against Wang Lin's body, retracted the Zhuyan True Fire, retreated several feet, and distanced himself from Wang Lin.

Wang Lin is so paranoid that he even disregards life and death. He cannot be viewed with common sense. We must be on guard against him to prevent him from going crazy suddenly.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and looked inward.

In the soul space, Wang Lin’s soul was sitting cross-legged in the void, with a single horn on his head and his body covered with illusory silver scales, similar to his appearance after transformation.

After being burned by Zhu Yan's True Fire, the originally thick body of the spirit became much thinner, and the layer of blood-colored light surrounding it also became a little dimmer than before.

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chen Yuan: "What kind of magical power is the white flame you used? It can actually wear away the soul and blood ban!"

"This is the method I just mentioned. It seems that there is no need to test it further. It can indeed erase the soul and blood ban." Chen Yuan smiled slightly.

Wang Lin was breathing heavily, and the dark evil energy that surrounded his body receded. His body returned to normal, and the madness in his eyes slowly faded away.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan also dissipated his magical powers. The Zhuyan True Fire in his hand slowly dissipated, his white hair turned back to black, and his body returned to the size of a normal person.

Seeing that the two men finally stopped, Jing Shuhan dared to fly over and looked at Wang Lin coldly: "Brother Wang, have you calmed down now? With the help of Fellow Daoist Chen, we have a chance to get rid of Ji Laogui's control."

"Our methods were all passed down by Old Ghost Ji. If we rely on our own strength alone, we will be manipulated by him."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I was reckless. I thought you were just trying to appease me with kind words, but I didn't expect you actually had the means to erase the soul and blood ban. I apologize to you." Wang Lin bowed deeply to Chen Yuanshen and said very seriously.

"I thought this was a trap set for me by the two Taoist friends." Chen Yuan said calmly.

Jing Shuhan turned to look at Chen Yuan, apologetically, and bowed: "Senior Brother Wang has a violent temper, please forgive me. Although there are no thunder beasts on this island, the four spiritual herbs are still there, which is enough to prove that I have never deceived you."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly. These four spiritual herbs were shaped like Epiphyllums, surrounded by silver-white arcs of electricity. Although he did not recognize them, their aura was pure and positive, and contained a strong thunder-attributed spiritual energy. They were thousand-year-old spiritual herbs with thunder-attribute, exactly as Jing Shuhan had said.

Chen Yuan said slowly: "Let's put this matter behind us. Next, let's discuss how to deal with Old Ghost Ji and Old Ancestor Yuntian."

"Since what Fairy Jing said is true, I will not hide it from you two. Patriarch Yuntian also planted a restriction in my body. I have no choice but to help him."

"He and Ji Laogui are both nearing the end of their lives. For the sake of Fulong Chizhen Teng, they are willing to do anything."

"The only way for us to survive is to join hands."

When he urged the Zhuyan True Fire to burn Wang Lin's soul, he saw the blood ban that wrapped his soul, and finally believed what Jing Shuhan said.

The Soul and Blood Ban is an extremely vicious ban, usually planted in the body of a monster or on the soul of a cultivator. Life and death are controlled by others, making the cultivator no different from a slave.

The only difference is that the soul of a cultivator is naturally stronger than that of a monster. Even if a blood ban is placed on their soul, their thoughts will not be detected by others.

Wang Lin must hate Ji Laogui for treating him like this.

All three of them wanted to break free from the control of the Nascent Soul cultivator behind them, so they had the basis for joining forces.

"Fellow Daoist, even with that strange white flame in your hand, you can't erase the restriction left by Patriarch Yuntian?" Wang Lin was a little surprised.

"Like Old Ghost Ji, Patriarch Yuntian also left two restrictions in my body. I am confident that I can remove one of them, but I can't even detect the other one. If I can't pass three tests within two months, I will die immediately." Chen Yuan said in a deep voice, his face looking quite ugly.

During this half month, he repeatedly looked inward at his body, and his consciousness swept through his meridians, dantian, limbs and bones inch by inch, searching for the strange red light, but he found nothing.

This thing seemed to not exist at all, which made him wonder whether Patriarch Yuntian was bluffing him.

But after all, he did not dare to underestimate the means of the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, nor did he dare to use the Zhuyan True Fire to erase the blue talisman.

“Nascent Soul cultivators are all extremely smart. They know the peculiarities of Jueling Island and will definitely have a backup plan,” Jing Shuhan said.

"He also planted a restriction in the fairy's body?" Chen Yuan asked.

"That's not the case." Jing Shuhan smiled bitterly, "He has already planted the technique of external incarnation in my body, and can easily take over my body."

“Even if I pass the first two trials and leave Jue Ling Island, he can still use this technique to erase my soul.”

Chen Yuan frowned: "The life and death of the fairy and Wang Daoyou all depend on Ji Laogui's thoughts. How can we resist?"

Jing Shuhan said: "The opportunity lies in that secret realm! The great elder of our sect once told me that the strange evil spirit in that secret realm can not only block the true essence of the cultivator, but also weaken the spiritual consciousness."

"The closer we get to the core of the secret realm, the more severe the weakening will be."

"I have been preparing secretly for many years, and with the help of the Supreme Elder, I have mastered a secret technique. I can take advantage of Ji Laogui's unpreparedness to break free from his control!"

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "I also know this technique, but unfortunately it is useless after Ji Laogui strengthened the soul and blood ban."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so determined to die as to fight with you without knowing right or wrong." (End of this chapter)