Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The blue dragon was unable to block the punch in such a hurry that it flew backwards, with several of its scales dented and its injuries becoming even more serious.

At the same time, a phoenix-shaped hairpin flew over quietly, pierced through the blue dragon's tail, and left a deep wound.

The self-destruction of the magic weapon was a desperate move, and the Blue Dragon was affected and seriously injured.

It was filled with shock and anger, and was about to chase Lu Gui, but was stopped by Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan. It became even more furious, and immediately turned its spearhead and fought with Wang Lin.

Wang Lin immediately fell into a disadvantage. After he used his magical powers, his physical body was comparable to that of a level seven monster, but he was still inferior to the level seven monster king.

He did not spare his true energy, and his body shape changed again, shrinking to about ten feet in height. The dark demonic energy surrounding his body condensed into a suit of black armor, which greatly increased the strength of his body and his power also increased by a small amount, immediately stopping his decline.

boom!
The man and the dragon fought with their fists and claws. The blue dragon retreated dozens of feet, but Wang Lin only retreated a few feet.

Lan Jiao was shocked. This person was clearly only at the middle stage of the Jindan realm, but after he displayed his magical powers repeatedly, his strength was actually greater than its own. He immediately put away his contempt.

Jing Shuhan also came in front of the blue dragon. Hundreds of wisps of smoke flew out of the yellow small tripod and condensed into a thick smoke rope, which kept harassing it.

The phoenix-shaped jade hairpin had already flown back to her. She secretly held it in her palm, waiting for her chance to act.

Although Jing Shuhan's cultivation is low, all his magic weapons are quite good and can serve as a slight restraint.

The two men and the dragon were engaged in a fight, and the blue dragon seemed to be only slightly at a disadvantage.

On the other side, as soon as Chen Yuan and Kun Feng came up, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart.

When Kun Feng was about to kill Ao Hui, Chen Yuan used his nameless magical power and stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, and rushed towards the Binghuo Lei Jing without leaving any strength.

He judged the timing very accurately. If he acted a minute earlier, he would have rescued Ao Hui. If he acted a minute later, Ao Hui would have been dead, so Kun Feng had no worries.

But at this point, Chen Yuan suddenly took action, leaving Kun Feng in a dilemma and hesitating.

But he only hesitated for a moment, then released a wisp of demonic power, crushing Ao Hui's soul, and then flapped his wings, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

At this time, Chen Yuan was less than ten feet away from the Binghuo Lei crystal and was about to succeed, but the next moment, Kun Feng appeared between Chen Yuan and the Binghuo Lei crystal, and his right hand covered with dark light stretched out like lightning and grabbed Chen Yuan!

The art of teleportation is already elusive, and when Kun Feng performed it, it was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of Chen Yuan in the blink of an eye.

He was also very confident in this attack. He had killed countless cultivators in the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

Kun Feng had killed two physical cultivators like Chen Yuan, and they didn't take him seriously at all.

But when Kun Feng made his move, Chen Yuan seemed to have expected it. A layer of white flames appeared on his hands, rising up fiercely, and he punched out!
The reason why he seized the Binghuo Lei Jing at this time was to turn the passive situation into active one and force Kun Feng to intercept him. Only in this way could he limit his teleportation technique.

The moment Kun Feng's figure disappeared, he was ready, and almost the moment Kun Feng appeared, he threw the punch.

He was so close to the Binghuo Lei Jing that Kun Feng could only stand in front of him.

Both of them believed in the principle that force can defeat skill, and they had absolute confidence in their own strength. Their movements were not fancy at all, but as fast as thunder, and they collided with each other in an instant.

boom!
Their fists collided, pure white and pitch black intertwined together, and a huge recoil force came, and both of them retreated dozens of feet, and neither of them gained the upper hand.

Boom!

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck above the island. Lightning and thunder sounded together, illuminating the dark sky and earth, and illuminating Chen Yuan and Kun Feng.

A lot of the Zhuyan True Fire on Chen Yuan's right hand was swallowed up by the dark light, leaving only a thin layer.

He had to mobilize his true energy before the Zhuyan True Fire could rise again.

The Binghuan spiritual light dimmed slightly, and a faint mark appeared on the back.

Chen Yuan poured his true energy into Binghuan. There was a slight sense of sluggishness, but it was no big deal.

The dark light swallowed up a lot of Zhu Yan's True Fire, but Bing Huan was not affected too much.

A trace of pain flashed in Kun Feng's eyes, and there was no longer any contempt in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yuan.

He used his innate magical powers, and the force of space attached to his hands, which was similar to a space crack, sharp and unstoppable. Even Ao Hui's dragon body was as fragile as white paper.

But the thin gloves on this person's hands could actually resist his spatial force. The strange white flame followed the spiritual connection used by him to display his innate magical powers, poured into the spiritual space, and burned his soul.

He immediately gathered the power of his soul and put out the white flames in the soul space, but in just this short moment, the pain of his soul being burned was unbearable for him.

"Who are you? This white spiritual fire is so strange that it can even burn the spiritual consciousness. Where did you get it from?" Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan and asked.

Chen Yuan did not answer. The Zhuyan True Fire in his hand rose, and his body flashed as he rushed towards the Binghuo Thunder Crystal again.

Kun Feng frowned, flapped his wings behind him, and teleported in front of Chen Yuan to stop him.

He didn't dare let Chen Yuan get close to the Binghuo Thunder Crystal. The white flame was so strange. Chen Yuan must be proficient in the art of controlling fire and might have a way to collect this treasure.

This piece of Binghuo Thunder Crystal consumed a wisp of ancient elixir fire that was contaminated with the essence of the sun's true fire. It was extremely precious, and he must bring it back to his clan and not give it to anyone else.

If Kun Feng was not a fire cultivator, he could only consume his true essence and gradually dissipate the power of the heavenly thunder contained in the thunder crystal, and he would have already taken it into his pocket.

boom!
Kun Feng threw a punch, and Chen Yuan reacted without any delay and blocked Kun Feng's attack.

The huge recoil force caused the two men to retreat violently, and Zhu Yan's true fire and the power of space took the opportunity to fight again.

Kun Feng's soul was burned, and a crack appeared on the ice illusion in Chen Yuan's hand again. The Zhuyan True Fire was swallowed by the black light, forcing him to consume more true energy before the flames in his hand rekindled.

Chen Yuan didn't delay at all and rushed towards the Binghuo Lei Jing again, forcing Kun Feng to fight with him.

Kun Feng has mastered the art of teleportation and can move forward and backward freely, making him naturally invincible. Only by attacking the enemy where they must be rescued can Chen Yuan have a chance of winning.

This is also the reason why he did not take the Binghuo Thunder Crystal while Kun Feng and Ao Hui were fighting.

He had no way to collect the Binghuo Thunder Crystal, so he could only slowly dissipate the power of the Heavenly Thunder. If it was revealed, Kun Feng would not pay any attention at all.

Only at this time, by actively using the Zhuyan True Fire, can Kun Feng be misjudged.

"Looking for death!" Kun Feng was furious. He was actually led by the nose by a cultivator. It was such a shame and humiliation!
He flapped his wings and rushed towards Chen Yuan. His arms were covered with a layer of dark light. He threw several punches in succession, with fist shadows filling the sky, not allowing Chen Yuan to cross the line.

Chen Yuan did not give in and swung his fist to meet the attack. Every time the dark light devoured a wisp of Zhuyan True Fire, a new Zhuyan True Fire would rise up.

The two men flew backwards like meteors, and then rushed forward like meteors. The collision of each punch had an earth-shaking sound.

In just ten breaths, the two men threw countless punches, and beneath the shadows of the fists were intertwined white flames and dark light.

Kun Feng's innate magical power is similar to a space crack, which can devour everything. Although his strength is limited, no one can resist his space power unless a Nascent Soul cultivator takes action.

Scars appeared on the hard ice illusion in Chen Yuan's hand, and the spiritual light became dimmer and dimmer. The continuously surging ice power was also swallowed up by the dark light and did not play any role at all.

Kun Feng continued to use the teleportation technique, his figure flashing and appearing on all sides of Chen Yuan, but Chen Yuan was able to react every time and block his attacks in time.

Chen Yuan let Zhu Yan's True Fire be swallowed by the dark light, and most of it was exiled into nothingness, but the remaining wisp of flame followed that mysterious connection of spiritual consciousness and poured into Kun Feng's soul space, burning his soul and scorching his spirit. It was more terrifying than any spiritual fire that could burn everything.

The existence of Zhuyan's True Fire also allowed Chen Yuan to clearly sense Kun Feng's position, and his teleportation technique was completely ineffective.

Neither of them could do anything to the other. Kun Feng's soul was burning and he was in excruciating pain. Chen Yuan's true energy was severely consumed, and the sea of ​​true energy in his dantian evaporated at an alarming rate.

After another twenty breaths of close combat, the two men suddenly separated, facing each other from a distance of dozens of feet.

Kun Feng was breathing heavily, his facial features were distorted, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and his body was trembling slightly.

He was almost driven crazy by the torture of the strange white flames. This was a punishment of refining the soul and extracting the spirit. He had never experienced such pain before. His eyes were dyed red and he wanted to tear everything in front of him into pieces.

Kun Feng suppressed his desire to kill. Although he was unruly by nature, he was not reckless or crazy.

This white flame could actually burn his soul and arouse the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart. It was unheard of. This person could control such a strange spiritual fire and his strength was almost the same as his. He was truly a powerful enemy he had never seen in his life. He must not be careless and reveal any flaws.

Chen Yuan lowered his head slightly, took off the Binghuan in his hand, and his white hair fell down.

Binghuan was covered with scars and a layer of faint black light. Its spiritual light was so dim that it was no longer usable.

The force of space is too sharp, even a magic weapon made of thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk can hardly resist it.

In just the past thirty breaths, half of the true energy in his body had been consumed, and he could only last fifty breaths at most.

We can't drag this on any longer. Kun Feng is a level seven monster with more power than him. A long battle will not be good for him.

But Zhu Yan's True Fire is already his strongest weapon, and he has no other way to threaten Kun Feng.

Chen Yuan began to have the idea of ​​retreating. He already knew that Kun Feng was the descendant of a true spirit, so he could just wait until he had a breakthrough in his cultivation before entering the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters.

But what he didn't know was that Kun Feng was already at the end of his strength at this time.

Kun Feng had fought a fierce battle with Ao Hui before. Although he was stronger than Ao Hui, Ao Hui was also the son of the Demon King and was only one step away from transforming. In order to defeat Ao Hui, he consumed a lot of energy.

Originally, he did not take Chen Yuan, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period, seriously. However, after a fight, his soul was repeatedly burned by the Zhu Yan True Fire and was severely injured. The pain of having his soul extracted and his spirit refined almost made him unable to suppress the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart.

It was the first time that Kun Feng felt so embarrassed. No monster or cultivator had ever forced him to this point, and his fighting spirit was greatly reduced.

He didn't know Chen Yuan's background, and was afraid that if the fight continued, his soul would be burned into nothingness by the strange white flame.

Both of them wanted to retreat, and they separated at the same time, looking at each other warily, but did not rush forward again.

Kun Feng said coldly: "Don't even think about getting your hands on this Binghuo Leijing. Back off now, and I won't hold you accountable for what happened."

"What a coincidence, I am determined to get this thunder crystal." Chen Yuan said lightly.

Kun Feng narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you want to fight me to the death?"

"Unless you give up the Thunder Crystal, I will fight you to the end!" Chen Yuan responded sharply.

Although he had the idea of ​​retreating, he could not show weakness in the face of a strong enemy like Kun Feng. "Okay! I'll send you off right away. Your golden elixir must be more delicious than others!" Kun Feng flapped his wings and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan could see through his teleportation technique, so he simply stopped wasting his magic power and just used his innate magical powers and physical strength to engage in close combat with Chen Yuan.

But at this moment, another battle group changed, and Lan Jiao shouted loudly: "Brother Kun, save me!"

Brother Kun stopped immediately and turned to look over.

Chen Yuan also looked intently, and saw that the demonic energy around Wang Lin was boiling and condensed into a pitch-black spear. He threw it with force, and it shot out like a meteor, directly nailing the blue dragon to the ground!

Rolling demonic energy flew out from the pitch-black spear. It seemed light as a feather, but in fact it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, firmly suppressing the blue dragon.

Jing Shuhan, who was standing next to him, pointed at the small yellow tripod in front of him. The tripod glowed brightly, and three hundred and sixty strands of smoke flew out, turning into a long rope that flew towards the blue dragon and tied it up tightly, making it unable to move.

Wang Lin looked extremely painful, but he laughed loudly: "It feels so good! What if it's a dragon? I've killed one before, and you can't escape death either!"

His armor was torn into pieces, and his silver scales that shone with golden light were also damaged everywhere. There were three deep wounds on his chest, through which his beating internal organs could be seen, and blood dyed most of his body red.

But the blue dragon nailed to the ground was even more miserable than him. Its originally majestic azure dragon scales were now completely intact. Only one of its two long whiskers was left, and its right front claw was broken off at the root.

In just a few dozen breaths, the battle between the man and the dragon had reached this point, it was truly brutal.

Wang Lin raised his hand and grabbed it. The broken black armor disintegrated by itself, turning into wisps of demonic energy, and then condensed into a spear. He threw it with force and it flew towards the blue dragon.

When he threw it, his whole body trembled, his facial features twisted, and he seemed to be in great pain.

There was a flash of cold light in Kun Feng's eyes, and he flapped his wings. His figure disappeared from the spot and teleported in front of the spear. He opened his mouth wide, and with a flash of dark light, he swallowed the demonic spear!
Wang Lin's face changed. This magical power of condensing demonic energy into objects was his strongest means, but it was resolved so easily by Kun Feng.

He smacked his lips and looked at Wang Lin: "Such pure demonic energy, only slightly inferior to the true demonic energy. Your golden elixir must taste good."

He flapped his wings, teleported in front of Wang Lin, and reached out to grab him.

When Kun Feng swallowed the spear, Wang Lin was on guard. When he saw his figure disappear, he immediately stepped back and avoided the grab.

But Wang Lin only dodged for a moment. Kun Feng flapped his wings and teleported behind Wang Lin again, stabbing him in the dantian.

Wang Lin roared wildly, raised his hand and grabbed Kun Feng's right hand, and a rolling demonic energy emerged, corroding the dark light attached to Kun Feng's arm, making a hissing sound.

The two men were in a stalemate, Kun Feng's right hand could not move forward, and Wang Lin was unable to escape.

Jing Shuhan was very anxious, he raised his hand and threw the phoenix-shaped jade hairpin towards Kun Feng.

Kun Feng raised his left hand, a dark light surged, and he easily caught the jade hairpin. He glanced at Jing Shuhan and said coldly: "Don't worry, you'll be the next one."

He pushed his right hand forward with all his strength, madly urging his demonic power, and a dark light burst out.

But at this critical moment of life and death, Wang Lin tried his best to stop him. The demonic energy in his body burst out and transformed into several giant pythons, which bit Kun Feng's arm and prevented him from moving forward.

The two men were in a stalemate for three breaths, and Kun Feng still gained the upper hand. He slowly inserted his right hand into Wang Lin's dantian, clenched his right hand, and grasped his golden elixir.

"Stop!" A loud shout was heard, and Kun Feng's right hand suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and saw Chen Yuan grabbing the blue dragon's neck with his right hand. Zhu Yan's true fire was rising. He looked up at Kun Feng and Wang Lin who were entangled with each other with a cold look.

"Ow!"

The blue dragon howled miserably, and its body, nailed to the ground by the demonic spear, struggled and twisted constantly, as if it was enduring the pain of purgatory.

Suddenly, the Zhuyan True Fire on Chen Yuan's right hand disappeared, and the Blue Dragon stopped, breathing heavily, looking at Chen Yuan with fear in his eyes.

"If you kill him, this blue dragon will be buried with him!" Chen Yuan said coldly.

"You dare to threaten me?" Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan and slowly released his right hand that was holding Wang Lin's golden elixir.

"Let him go!" said Chen Yuan.

"Impossible, let it go first!" Kun Feng said.

Neither of them gave in to the other, and both saw strong murderous intent in each other's eyes.

But behind the murderous intent, there is fear and hesitation.

Chen Yuan couldn't just sit there and watch Wang Lin die. He still needed Wang Lin's help to deal with Patriarch Yuntian.

Kun Feng can't let anything happen to Blue Dragon. The Kunyu clan has paid a huge price and secretly supported Blue Dragon, and it is about to bear fruit, so no loss is allowed.

But both of them were worried that if they released the hostage, the other side would kill them, so the situation came to a standstill for a while.

The atmosphere became increasingly heavy, and the murderous intent in the two men's eyes became increasingly intense. At this moment, Lan Jiao cautiously said, "How about both of you let go at the same time?"

"Okay, you and I let go at the same time." Kun Feng said.

"Impossible, you can teleport and kill people at any time." Chen Yuan said.

"I can kill someone right now!" Kun Feng's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed Wang Lin's golden elixir with his right hand again.

Wang Lin's face changed and he didn't dare to make any move.

"Don't worry, this blue dragon will be buried with you." Chen Yuan looked at Wang Lin with a cold voice.

He raised his hand and the Feiyun Sword appeared out of thin air, pressing against the blue dragon's neck.

Fear appeared in Lan Jiao's eyes, and he shouted, "Brother Kun, save me!"

"It seems that you two have a close relationship. I wonder if its death here will affect the Kunyu clan's plans?" Chen Yuan said.

"What do you mean?" Kun Feng's eyes flashed coldly.

Chen Yuan said, "Then I will explain it more clearly. You killed the red dragon, but you saved this blue dragon. Although I don't know the details, it must be related to the fight between the Kunyu clan and the Jiaolong clan. This blue dragon should have a close relationship with the Kunyu clan, right?"

"This Binghuo Leijing appeared so suddenly, and it was on an island wrapped in a wind wall. My spiritual sense couldn't detect it. I think you must have led it here to lure the red dragon here."

"Now it seems that you have succeeded, but if this blue dragon dies, it should have a significant impact on the plan of the Kunyu clan. Otherwise, why would you care about its life or death? Am I right?"

Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan without saying a word.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Haha, it seems that I was right. If you let the two of them leave the island, I will let this blue dragon go."

"Don't you care at all about the life and death of these two people?" Kun Feng said coldly.

"They are just fellow disciples of mine. If they die, they die. Jueling Island is already dangerous. My master will at most punish one or two of them. Why should I be afraid?" Chen Yuan said calmly.

"Don't human cultivators value the inheritance of their master the most? I didn't expect you to be so cold-blooded and ruthless. You have some of the style of my demon race." Kun Feng said sarcastically.

Chen Yuan sneered and said, "The inheritance of the master is what the righteous cultivators like to promote the most. We, the demon cultivators, only look at strength. Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to let him go or not?"

He raised his hand and the Feiyun Sword penetrated into the blue dragon several inches. Blood flowed down the sword. The blue dragon's eyes were full of fear and he shouted, "Brother Kun, save me!"

Kun Feng looked at it with disgust and said coldly: "What if you don't keep your promise and regret killing it after I release it, what should I do?"

Chen Yuan said: "I will not offend the Kunyu clan for no reason. It will not benefit me."

"In order to kill the red dragon, you actually used Binghuo Leijing as bait. This blue dragon will definitely be of great use to the Kunyu clan."

"If I kill it and get targeted by the Kunyu Clan, wouldn't that be courting death?"

Kun Feng felt relieved and nodded slightly: "I can let you go, but I fought with you and I don't know your name and origin. You must tell me the truth, and I will let you go."

"Okay, my name is Chen Yuan, and I'm a disciple of Master Ji from the Tianji Sect." Chen Yuan said indifferently.

"Disciple of old ghost Ji? I will remember you." A cold light flashed in Kun Feng's eyes.

He retracted his right hand, Wang Lin covered his abdomen, and stared at Kun Feng with a fierce look in his eyes.

Kun Feng looked back at him coldly. In the end, he didn't dare to take action. He just snorted coldly and flew towards Jing Shuhan.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please leave the island first. I will follow you later." Chen Yuan said.

"Brother Chen... take care." Jing Shuhan bowed to Chen Yuan and entered the wind wall with Wang Lin, whose body had returned to its original state.

Chen Yuan waited quietly for a quarter of an hour, stretched out his hand to pull out the demonic spear that pierced the blue dragon's body, and took a step back. The blue dragon swung its body and flew towards Kun Feng. The dragon's blood spilled on the ground, sparking several arcs of electricity and making crackling sounds.

Kun Feng stared at Chen Yuan with murderous intent in his eyes, but thinking of the strange white flame, he did not act rashly.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I'll take my leave. I'll learn from you again if we have the chance in the future."

After saying that, he rode on his flying light and was about to fly out of the island.

"Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen, please lend me a helping hand. I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Chen Yuan paused and turned to look. Lu Gui was holding his abdomen, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were pleading.

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Kun Feng again: "This man and I have a history, I hope Brother Kun will show mercy."

Kun Feng glanced at Lu Gui and said calmly: "You want to save a dying man? I want to taste his golden elixir."

Lu Gui's heart tightened, and the look he gave Chen Yuan was more pleading.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "There are so many golden pills. I'm sure Fellow Daoist Kun can afford this one."

"Well, take him away." Kun Feng waved his hand.

Lu Gui heaved a sigh of relief and followed Chen Yuan into the wind wall. (End of this chapter)