Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 310 Reincarnation
Kun Feng looked at the backs of the two people leaving, slowly clenched his right hand, and then slowly loosened it, his eyes cold.

This was the first time that someone escaped from his hands. All those who had fought with him in the past had turned into ghosts.

Lan Jiao dragged his wounded body to Kun Feng and bowed down: "Thank you, Brother Kun, for your help."

Thanks to its powerful demon body, the injuries on its body have begun to recover, the bleeding has slowly stopped, and the minor wounds have begun to heal.

But several shocking wounds, especially those pierced by the demonic spears, were still surrounded by wisps of black demonic energy.

It takes a long time for the damaged dragon scales to recover, and the damage is particularly severe on its back, with some patches of scales intact and some patches bald, making it look very miserable.

Kun Feng folded up the black wings behind him, glanced at him, and said coldly: "You are not as brave as a human cultivator. That physical cultivator still didn't say a word even though I grabbed his golden elixir."

"You were just held against the neck by a flying sword, but you shouted for help, putting me in a passive position and forcing me to let those three men go. You are so cowardly, what use is there for you?"

The blue dragon trembled all over, and crouched even lower. The horn on its head was almost level with Kun Feng's calf. It said in panic: "Brother Kun is right. I lost my dignity in a hurry, but my life and death are small matters. It is more important to disrupt the plans of the Kunyu clan."

"I was born in a humble family, and my bloodline is impure. It is thanks to the help of the Kunyu Clan that I am where I am today."

"Seeing Ao Hui die, I will soon be able to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool, survive the catastrophe and transform into a human form, and repay the Kunyu clan, but I have to die at the hands of that famous cultivator. How can I accept this?"

"You'd better really think so." Kun Feng's tone was still cold, but his expression had softened.

He flew to the side of the Binghuo Thunder Crystal, raised his hand and pushed it forward, a dark light emerged, and bursts of red arcs burst out from the Thunder Crystal, striking the dark light and swallowing it up. However, the dark light continued to be dissipated under the bombardment of the red arcs.

Amid the crackling sound of electric arcs, Kun Feng said, "Now you are alive, but those few cultivators have left. They are cultivators from the Tianji Sect, and they are likely to spread everything they saw today."

"If Ao Fang hears about this, he may not dare to do anything to my Kunyu clan, but if he finds the Blue Dragon clan and calls them to task, do you have any way to deal with it?"

Hearing this, the blue dragon raised its crouching body again and said confidently: "It is difficult for human cultivators to spread rumors to our demon clan. We can put the blame for Ao Hui and Jin Sha's deaths on Chen Yuan."

"Although I have fought with Ao Hui many times, we are of the same clan, so Demon King Ao Fang will definitely not be suspicious."

"After returning to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, we will actively spread a few rumors, saying that I killed Ao Hui and Jin Sha, or that Brother Kun killed them, but we must leave a few loopholes so that people will know that someone is smearing us."

"I will ask Demon King Ao Hai to come forward and go with me to see Demon King Ao Fang, and take the initiative to plead guilty, forcing him to come forward and clarify the matter. By then, even if human cultivators spread the news, it will be useless."

"Okay, let's do it." Kun Feng nodded, "Leave the spreading of rumors to me. Don't reveal any flaws. Ao Fang has a hot temper. If he has any suspicion, he will definitely kill you."

Lan Jiao smiled and said, "Brother Kun, don't worry. Once Ao Hui dies, his place in the Dragon Transformation Pool will belong to me. The Lan Jiao clan will definitely protect me. Besides, it is a well-known fact that I am weaker than Ao Hui. No one will believe that I can kill Ao Hui."

"Also, your relationship with the Kunyu clan must not be exposed." Kun Feng said.

"This is a matter of life and death, how dare I be careless? I have never told anyone about this, not even Demon King Ao Hai knows about it, and it will never reach the ears of Demon King Ao Fang!" Lan Jiao said solemnly.

Kun Feng nodded, relieved, and continued to dissipate the red electric arc in the Binghuo Lei Crystal. The blue dragon fell to the ground and recovered from its injuries.

After a long time, the Binghuo Thunder Crystal finally weakened, and Kun Feng raised his hand and brushed it away, putting away the Thunder Crystal.

The blue dragon flew up from the ground, spewing out a blue flame, completely destroying the bodies of Jinsha and Ao Hui, leaving no trace.

Kun Feng nodded slightly. Lan Jiao was extremely smart and cautious in his actions, never leaving any loopholes. This was also the reason why the Kunyu clan chose to secretly support him back then.

There are many people with extraordinary talents in the Jiaolong clan. The blue Jiao bloodline is not outstanding, but it is the smartest one.

However, the other dragons that have not yet transformed rely on their own strength, are reckless, stupid, arrogant, just like Ao Hui.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Kun Feng frowned and looked inward.

In his soul space, the body of a Kun fish demon that had shrunk thousands of times was thin, and in the corner of the soul space, there were still wisps of tiny white flames.

Kun Feng mobilized his soul power to put out the white flames, with murderous intent surging in his heart: "Chen Yuan, I will kill you!"

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After Chen Yuan and Lu Gui entered the wind wall, their escape speed suddenly slowed down.

The wind wall did not pose much of a hindrance to Chen Yuan, but Lu Gui was seriously injured. He kept covering his abdomen, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. It was very difficult for him to resist the green gale, and his escape speed was extremely slow.

It took nearly half a quarter of an hour for the two of them to walk out of the wind wall.

Lu Gui's body was completely hunched over, like an old man on his deathbed. People were worried that he would not be able to withstand the never-ending strong winds on the sea and would fall into the sea.

Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan were waiting outside the wind wall. When they saw the two people coming out, they immediately came over to greet them. After the four of them met up, they randomly chose a direction and flew away.

Lu Gui was still the slowest one. A quarter of an hour later, the four of them had only escaped a hundred miles.

Chen Yuan suddenly slowed down his escape speed, and the other three people also stopped when they saw this.

"Friend Lu, we are out of danger now. I wonder what your plans are?" Chen Yuan looked at Lu Gui.

Lu Gui forced a smile and said, "Thank you for saving me, my friend. I am going to die soon. I will give you all these treasures to repay you for saving my life."

"It was just a small favor, and I was unable to save your life. I don't dare to take credit for it." Chen Yuan said calmly.

When Lu Gui called for help for the first time, he did not take any action and watched Lu Gui being seriously injured by Lan Jiao.

Later, Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan were asked to take action in order to entangle Lan Jiao and prevent it from helping Kun Feng. There was never any intention to save Lu Gui.

Lu Guiren is an old and experienced man, so it is impossible for him not to see Chen Yuan's intentions. But now he wants to give all his wealth to Chen Yuan, which is quite strange.

Moreover, after he dies, all his treasures will naturally belong to Chen Yuan. How can they be given as a gift?
Lu Gui raised his left hand that was covering his abdomen. A white sharp tooth about seven inches long was deeply embedded in his abdomen, emitting a faint blue light. Blood flowed out around the sharp tooth.

He sighed, "First, I blew up my magic weapon, which severely damaged my soul. Then, I was hit by this sharp tooth. I will definitely die."

"If it weren't for my rescue, my golden elixir would have been eaten by Kun Feng, and I wouldn't have been able to rest in peace even after death."

"Before I die, I will erase the mark of my spiritual consciousness on my life treasure and give it to you, my friend, to thank you for your kindness."

Chen Yuan was slightly startled: "Fellow Daoist, are you willing to leave your life treasure to me?"

Wang Lin and Jing Shuhan both looked at Lu Gui with surprise.

Just now, Lu Gui said that he would give all his assets to Chen Yuan. Both of them had no expression on their faces. It was not until this moment that they finally showed some reaction.

The natal magic weapon is connected with the life of the cultivator. When the cultivator dies, the natal magic weapon will shatter immediately. This is true no matter what the rank of the magic weapon is.

There is only one exception, that is, before the cultivator dies, he takes the initiative to remove the imprint of his spiritual consciousness left in his natal magic weapon, so that the magic weapon can remain in the world.

However, in order to erase the imprint of spiritual consciousness, the cultivator must do so before he dies, as this will greatly consume the power of his soul, after which the soul will disintegrate on its own and become unable to reincarnate, thus costing him a great deal.

Since ancient times, how many people have been able to achieve immortality?
Ninety-nine percent of cultivators die on the road to enlightenment. Their only hope is to reincarnate their souls, be reborn as humans in the next life, and resume the path of enlightenment.

Although this matter is illusory and reincarnation has never been verified, people have souls and can transform into evil spirits. Some people have awakened their innate wisdom. Naturally, the concepts of the underworld and reincarnation are accepted by people.

Those who can possess their own natal magic weapon are at least Jindan cultivators. They are all people with firm faith in the Tao and they cherish their lives the most.

Even if one fails to attain enlightenment in this life, he will not let go of any possibility of reincarnation.

Therefore, few cultivators would give up reincarnation just to keep their own natal magic weapon.

The higher your cultivation level, the more so.

The three of them were surprised that Lu Gui actually wanted to leave behind his own magic weapon and give up the chance of reincarnation.

Lu Gui said seriously, "I have never lied, but I have something I would like to ask for your help."

"What's the matter?" Chen Yuan asked.

"I am willing to give all my wealth to you, but could you please send a few spiritual herbs back to the Lu family? I will be very grateful." Lu Gui raised his hand tremblingly and bowed to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, "I wonder what kind of spiritual herb it is that made Daoist Lu give up the chance of reincarnation and ask me to send it back to the Lu family?"

"They are just some elixirs that can break through the bottleneck of Jindan. Please have a look, fellow Daoist." Lu Gui raised his hand, and three wooden boxes appeared in his palm.

The lid of the box opened, revealing three magical herbs inside.

These three magical herbs belong to the same species, with red leaves and yellow flowers, and small rhizomes. They look inconspicuous, but from time to time a very fine arc of electricity emerges from the roots, emitting a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

Chen Yuan glanced at it and pondered for a moment before remembering the origin of this spiritual herb. He was slightly surprised: "Lightning Incense, Taoist Master Lu is so lucky to be able to find this spiritual herb."

Jing Shuhan's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He stared at the three spiritual herbs with his eyes flashing with desire.

Thunder-Attracting Incense is an eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herb that grows in places densely covered with thunder. It is used as the main ingredient in making elixirs. It contains a trace of pure thunder power that can stimulate bottlenecks and increase the chances of breaking through by 30%. It is the dream come true for Jindan cultivators.

Lü Gui smiled bitterly and said, "I came to Jueling Island this time to attract the thunder incense."

"For this purpose, I spared no expense to purchase a simplified map of the Wind and Thunder Sea from an elder of the Zhenhai Sect. After going through untold hardships, I finally got what I wanted."

"After this Lightning Incense is refined into a pill, it will be quite helpful for Jindan cultivators to break through the bottleneck."

"But you are a physical cultivator, and your body is your foundation. The Thunder Incense is actually of no use to you."

He raised his hand and put three thunder incense sticks into the mustard seed ring. Then he raised his hand again and a copper hammer magic weapon appeared out of thin air and was also put into the mustard seed ring. "Please accept this mustard seed ring, fellow Taoist." Finally, Lu Gui took off the mustard seed ring on his left wrist and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took it and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, aren't you worried that I'll leave these three Thunder-Attracting Incense behind? My relationship with you is not that good."

Lu Gui raised his hand and grabbed, and Fu Hai Ge appeared in front of him out of thin air, trembling slightly, with blue light flowing, as if tears were falling, as if it was sad for Lu Gui's injury.

He sat cross-legged, his hunched body standing still in the strong wind, and smiled slightly: "I am already a dying man, and I have no friendship with Daoyou Wang and Fairy Jing, so I can only ask Daoyou for help."

"Over the past hundred years, the Lu family has prospered because of me, and will also decline because of me. After I die, the Lu family will become the target of public criticism and be suppressed by other forces in the Qingliu Sea."

"Lü Haiwei is approaching the end of his life and will not live much longer than me. Lü Qing is only at the initial stage of cultivation. Only by breaking through the bottleneck of the middle stage can the Lu family continue to gain a foothold in the Qingliu Sea."

"If you keep your promise, the Lu family can still survive. If you break your promise, I can do nothing about it. The life or death of the Lu family depends on your decision."

"But you released Lu Qing as promised that day. I believe you are not a person who breaks your promise."

But no matter what choice you make, I can understand it."

"After all, I once had the intention to kill you on Wuchen Island, and later, I was driven by Patriarch Yuntian to lure you into the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters. Even if you break your promise, I can't say anything."

"But leaving the treasure to you is better than letting it be taken by the demons. Even if I die, I will have no regrets."

"It's rare to see you being so free and easy, fellow Taoist." Chen Yuan smiled.

Lu Gui sighed softly: "When a man is about to die, his words are good."

"I have failed twice to form a baby, and my life span is running out. I originally just wanted to find the Lightning Incense, and then leave Jueling Island to help Lu Qing break through the bottleneck. This is also the last thing I will do for the Lu family."

"But the place where the Binghuo Leijing was born is only 200 miles away from me. I am obsessed with greed and want to take this treasure into my pocket and present it to Zhenhai Sect to ensure that my Lu family will be safe for a hundred years."

"I didn't expect to be involved in the fight between the two major monster royal families. My life is lost here. I can only entrust this matter to you, fellow Taoist."

Chen Yuan frowned and said, "You seem to be worrying too much, you have a close relationship with Patriarch Yuntian. Even if you don't leave Jueling Island, with his protection, the Lu family should be fine."

Lu Gui sneered: "Haha, Fellow Daoist Chen, you don't know that although Patriarch Yuntian seems to be kind and tolerant, he is actually cold and ruthless."

"The reason why he took extra care of me was simply because I presented him with the jade and became friends with Song Shi, the hidden man of Tianji Sect."

"Moreover, I asked for spiritual objects for forming a baby and spiritual medicine for tempering the body twice, but failed to form a baby. In his eyes, I have lost my value. After I die, he will definitely not care about the Lu family anymore."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he became more wary of Patriarch Yuntian.

"Okay, I will erase the imprint of the spiritual consciousness in my life magic weapon right now. I hope you will protect me." Lu Gui said.

Chen Yuan raised his sleeves and condensed a layer of light shield around Lu Gui, blocking the strong wind outside.

Lu Gui looked down at the trembling Fu Hai Ge in front of him, raised his hand and stroked it, muttering: "This treasure is called Fu Hai Ge. I have exhausted all my efforts and failed five times in a row before I finally refined it. It has been with me for 316 years, through life and death, through disasters, and through countless enemies. I hope that you will treat this treasure with kindness. Thank you..."

His voice became lower and lower, and he slowly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

The vibration of Fu Hai Ge became more and more violent, and the spiritual light flickered. The sound of surging waves could be heard faintly, and even the thunder in the sky could not cover it up.

Finally, Fu Hai Ge's trembling stopped, the spiritual light dimmed, and the sound of the waves gradually dissipated.

Boom!

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, making Lu Gui's already pale face even paler.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were gray and withered, and he forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I have erased the mark of the spiritual consciousness in the Fu Hai Ge. Daoist, you only need to nurture it for a few days, and you will be able to use it freely."

After saying that, he raised his hand with difficulty and pushed, as if a thousand-pound weight was hanging on his arm. Fu Hai Ge slowly flew towards Chen Yuan at an extremely slow speed, as if he was unwilling to leave Lu Gui's side.

Although the imprint of spiritual consciousness in this treasure has been erased, it is Lu Gui's natal magic weapon after all, and he has long been connected with it by heart and blood. Even if there is no spiritual connection, he still regards it as the master.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to catch the Fu Hai Ge. The long spear trembled slightly, as if trying to break free.

Lu Gui slowly raised his hands and bowed reluctantly. He stared at Chen Yuan with gloomy eyes and murmured, "I hope you can keep your promise and return the three thunder-inducing incense sticks to the Lu family..."

"Don't worry, Brother Lu. I have accepted this matter." Chen Yuan returned the salute solemnly.

"Then I can rest assured..." Lu Gui smiled and slowly closed his eyes, and his life force disappeared.

Fu Hai Ge trembled twice again and finally calmed down. From this moment on, it truly became an ownerless magic weapon.

Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin looked at the dead Lu Gui with complicated expressions.

Chen Yuan sighed lightly, came to Lu Gui, and put his body into the mustard seed ring.

The grudge between him and Lu Gui disappeared the moment Lu Gui died.

Chen Yuan probed with his spiritual sense and left his own spiritual imprint in the Fu Hai Ge without any hindrance.

This long spear that Lu Gui had nurtured for hundreds of years and was soaked in blood became his magic weapon.

It's a pity that he doesn't practice water-walking skills, so he can't fully unleash the power of this spear, but as a top-notch mid-level magic weapon, it is still better than the Feiyun Sword, which is only capable of flying and swiftness.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please accept my condolences. We have only escaped a hundred miles away and cannot stay here for long. We now need to find an island to recuperate and recover our true energy." Jing Shuhan said softly.

"Let's go. Fellow Daoist Lu and I don't have a deep friendship. I just have some feelings. I wonder how many people who have sought the Tao throughout history can become immortals and attain the Tao?" Chen Yuan put the Fu Hai Ge into his Dantian and said lightly.

Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin remained silent. The three of them rode on their light and flew forward. After flying for more than 200 miles, they finally found an island surrounded by a wind wall.

There were no other cultivators or thunder beasts on the island. The three of them sat cross-legged in meditation and it took them a whole day to recover from their injuries.

Wang Lin's injuries seemed serious, but he was a physical cultivator with a strong body and vitality far beyond that of ordinary people. With the help of healing pills, he recovered quickly.

The most serious injury on his body was the wound on his abdomen left by Kun Feng. There was some residual power of space, and he used the pure magic energy he cultivated to wipe it out completely.

Chen Yuan's injury was not serious, but the Ice Illusion was severely damaged and needed to be nurtured in the Dantian for a period of time and could no longer be used.

The dark light on Kun Feng's arm was too sharp, even Bing Huan could not resist it.

It was only because it devoured Zhu Yan's true fire and used up most of its strength that Bing Huan was not damaged at all. Otherwise, if the damage was more serious, it would have to be repaired with thousand-year-old ice silk before it could be restored to its original state.

However, Kun Feng was even more miserable than him. Zhu Yan's true fire burned his soul, which seemed harmless on the surface but was actually extremely painful. Moreover, the damage to his soul was more difficult to recover from than physical injuries.

He can destroy several magic weapons, but Kun Feng only has one soul.

If not for this, Kun Feng would not have let him leave.

However, using the nameless magical power and stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood at the same time consumed too much of his true energy, and Chen Yuan could not hold on for long.

Fortunately, Wang Lin defeated Lan Jiao in time, otherwise if the fight continued, Chen Yuan’s true energy would be exhausted and he would not be able to use the Zhuyan True Fire, and he would definitely not be a match for Kun Feng.

After all, he only refined Zhu Yan's true blood, and Kun Feng was the descendant of the true spirit. His innate magical powers came from his blood. He did not need to consume much demonic power to display them, so he naturally had an advantage.

Since I failed to kill Kun Feng this time, I don’t have to worry about the next one. There is no second Ao Hui to make Kun Feng consume his demonic power. I can only look for an opportunity after leaving Jueling Island.

Wait until Chen Yuan breaks through the bottleneck of the late stage, his true essence becomes stronger, and the true blood of Zhu Yan can be stimulated to last longer, that will be the best time to take action.

The only thing to worry about is that Kun Feng has extraordinary talent and may soon become an eighth-level monster, so we can't delay too long.

After leaving Jueling Island, he must hunt monsters and obtain pills as soon as possible, refine monster essence pills, improve his cultivation, and break through the bottleneck in the later stage.

Chen Yuan's thoughts were churning, and suddenly he was stunned for a moment, shaking his head and laughing.

There were still restrictions left by Patriarch Yuntian in his body, but he was only thinking about how to kill Kun Feng and forgot about the biggest crisis in front of him.

The most urgent task is to get rid of the control of Ancestor Yuntian. Even if Kunfeng is killed now and his demon pill is taken away, it will be of no avail.

Chen Yuanning calmed down, put the matter of Kunfeng deep in his heart, and took out Lu Gui's mustard seed ring.

Before Lu Gui died, he had wiped off the imprint of his spiritual consciousness on the mustard seed ring, allowing Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness to penetrate into it unimpeded.

There were not many things in the mustard seed ring. Outside of the three wooden boxes containing thunder-inducing incense, there was a small pile of high-quality spirit stones. Chen Yuan scanned with his spiritual sense and found that there were about two hundred pieces.

A copper hammer magic weapon was shining brightly. It was a low-level magic weapon of average quality. Chen Yuan already had the Fu Hai Spear and Fei Yun Sword, but he did not store them in his Dantian.

In addition, there are eight wooden boxes, which should also contain spiritual herbs, three jade bottles, a jade slip, a pile of low-level spiritual herbs and some sundries placed aside.

Chen Yuan took out three jade bottles and opened them. One of them contained elixirs for cultivation, another contained elixirs for healing, and the last bottle contained only three elixirs, but it was the most precious and could quickly restore one's true essence.

This kind of elixir is called "Qingyuan Pill". After taking it, it can restore all the true energy in the body within a hundred breaths.

This pill is useless during a fight, but the Jueling Island is full of dangers and the consumption of true energy is extremely great. In the next third trial, this pill will be of great use.

Chen Yuan nodded with satisfaction and put the jade bottle back into the mustard seed ring.

He stood up and said to Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin, "Have you two Taoist friends finished your repairs?"

(End of this chapter)