Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 312: Inviting the Demon King to Appreciate the Sword

The woman wore a white top with a light blue gauze on the outside, revealing her snow-white chest and flat belly.

She was wearing a short skirt that did not even reach her knees, revealing her tight calves. Her feet were bare, and her feet were flawlessly white.

It was the charming woman who had spoken out to sow discord between Patriarch Yuntian and Monk Qingliu in front of the Tongtian Palace, the Demon King surnamed Jin!
"Junior greets Senior Demon King." Chen Yuan's face was extremely ugly, and he bowed to the charming woman.

"What Senior Demon King? You call me old already. Just call me sister." The charming woman frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"..." Chen Yuan was stunned and quickly changed his words, "It is the junior who is rude. Hello...sister."

"That's right. What's your name? Which sect are you from?" The charming woman giggled.

"I am Chen Yuan, a junior from the Tianji Sect, practicing Taoism under Master Ji." Chen Yuan replied respectfully.

The gentler the charming woman's attitude was, the more he dared not be careless.

Chen Yuan saw all the verbal exchanges between her and Patriarch Yuntian in front of the Tongtian Palace.

Therefore, he did not dare to reveal his and Old Ancestor Yuntian's identities, fearing that it would anger the charming woman, so he could only borrow the name of Old Ghost Ji again.

"Old Ghost Ji? It's rare that he could teach you a physical practitioner." The charming woman sounded a little surprised.

"Sister...does my master have a past relationship with me?" A hint of joy flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

The charming woman smiled softly: "Haha, I have fought with him before, so we can say that we are acquainted after fighting. Since you are Ji Laogui's disciple, I can't treat you unfairly."

"The position of my principal wife in Luoxia Palace happened to be vacant not long ago, so I'll let you be my principal wife, how about that?"

"Main wife?" Chen Yuan's face changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Senior, do you want me to be your concubine?"

"Why do you still call me senior? Am I that old in your eyes?" The charming woman glared at Chen Yuan with dissatisfaction.

"Senior, you are joking. My cultivation is so low, how dare I blaspheme you." Chen Yuan looked very ugly.

"What? You don't want to be my wife?" The charming woman's face darkened.

"Why must senior let me be your lover? I am plain-looking and I dare not defile you." Chen Yuan said.

The charming woman smiled and said, "Your appearance is indeed not that good. I have also collected many beautiful boys before, but they were not durable. After only a few months, their bodies collapsed."

"You are a physical cultivator, so you have a strong body. With a little training, your skills in bed will definitely be good. You will definitely be much better than those pretty boys who are only good-looking."

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your appreciation, senior. I have no choice but to agree."

"Don't call me senior anymore, call me sister!" The charming woman rolled her eyes at him.

"Yes, sister." Chen Yuan immediately changed his words.

The charming woman smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any loss. Being my principal wife is something that many people dream of. I will cherish you well."

"This Jueling Island is too dangerous. To prevent any accidents, I will leave a mark in your body. If you are in danger, it can save your life."

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly: "That's not necessary. What danger can there be for me to follow my sister?"

"Haha, that's not up to you!" The charming woman chuckled, raised her hand and waved it, the snow-white chest trembled slightly like water waves, and a golden light flew towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce, and his body suddenly grew to about ten feet tall. The whites of his eyes appeared on his body, and his black hair turned snow-white and danced without wind. Zhuyan True Fire appeared in his right hand, and he punched out!
clang!
The silver-white fist covered with white flames hit the golden light, making a clear sound like the collision of metal.

Chen Yuan retreated violently hundreds of feet, with countless wounds appearing all over his body. Invisible energy burst out from his body, blood splattered everywhere, his clothes were tattered, and his whole body was covered in blood.

There was a deep wound on the back of his right hand, and the white bones could be seen.

He had stored the Ice Illusion in his Dantian to nurture it. Without the protection of the gloves, his hands became much more fragile.

The golden light suddenly shattered, and the charming woman's face suddenly changed. She said in pain, "How dare you fight back? What kind of magical power is this?"

At the moment when the golden light shattered, a burning sensation actually flowed into the spiritual space along her spiritual connection with the golden light and spread to her soul.

The soul is burned, which is tantamount to extracting the spirit and energy. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot endure it.

The charming woman immediately looked inside herself and discovered a wisp of white flame attached to her soul. She immediately mobilized the power of her soul and extinguished it.

She looked at Chen Yuan's right hand with a strange light in her eyes. It was unheard of that this white flame could follow the illusory spiritual connection and burn the soul.

Chen Yuan said coldly: "It's just a minor trick. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

He agreed to be the lover of the charming woman, but he was just pretending to be nice to her and then waiting for an opportunity to escape.

But the charming woman wanted to plant a restriction in his body. He was already being held hostage by Patriarch Yuntian, so how could he let his life and death be controlled by others?

If you become the lover of a charming woman, you cannot go to Patriarch Yuntian as agreed. The mysterious red light will explode and you will not be able to escape death.

It’s death either way, so why not give it a try!
The charming woman's face turned cold: "If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you with a drink!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook and flew towards Chen Yuan.

Just now she just wanted Chen Yuan to be her lover, but now she wanted to ask Chen Yuan about the origin of this white flame.

Chen Yuan had been staring at the charming woman's every move, and immediately stepped back when he saw this.

But the charming woman was extremely fast. She flew in front of Chen Yuan in an instant and raised her hand to press on Chen Yuan's chest.

Her petite body seemed frail in front of Chen Yuan, who was ten feet tall. The touch was so light, as if it was just a gentle caress between lovers.

But when Chen Yuan was hit by this, it was as if he was hit by a meteorite falling from the sky. His body flew backwards, leaving a gully a hundred feet wide on the ground before he stopped.

puff!
Chen Yuan spat out a large mouthful of blood, his chest was deeply sunken, his internal organs were severely injured, and even two ribs pierced through the flesh, with the white bone stumps exposed outside, which was extremely creepy.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, this blow would have killed him.

But he was a physical cultivator, with a strong body and tenacious vitality, he was just seriously injured.

He covered his chest and stood up with difficulty.

The next moment, the charming woman had flown in front of Chen Yuan and stood in the air.

She looked at Chen Yuan, her beautiful eyes blinking with a bright light, and her long eyelashes fluttering like a flying butterfly.

"You are worthy of being the one I have chosen. Even after being seriously injured, you are still full of energy. Wouldn't it be a pity if I don't train you to be my lover?" The charming woman chuckled. A faint golden light appeared on her right hand. She raised her hand to grab Chen Yuan's neck.

Snapped!
Chen Yuan suddenly raised his left hand, grasped the charming woman's wrist, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and Zhuyan True Fire suddenly rose from his hand and poured into the charming woman's body!

"what!"

The charming woman's body trembled, and with a flick of her right hand, Chen Yuan's huge body flew dozens of feet away, creating a big hole on the ground.

The charming woman's body was shaking constantly, her facial features were distorted, and her originally beautiful face now looked extremely hideous. A little white fire light emerged from the depths of her pupils, making her look extremely weird.

This attack consumed 90% of Chen Yuan's true energy, all of which was transformed into Zhuyan True Fire and poured into the body of the charming woman.

In her soul space, a golden-feathered eagle that had shrunk a thousand times was wrapped in white flames and burned fiercely.

This is the soul of the charming girl. The originally golden carved soul has now become much dimmer.

The charming woman mobilized a large amount of spiritual power and finally put out the white flames, but her spirit became much thinner as a result, and the pain of burning her soul was deeply engraved in her heart.

She stared at Chen Yuan, bloodshot eyes, and said word by word: "You are looking for death!"

"It's just a matter of reciprocity. Are you satisfied with this, Demon King?" Chen Yuan smiled coldly.

He struggled to get up from the pit, covering his chest with his right hand, his left arm hanging limply. The flirtatious woman's swing just now had shattered his left shoulder.

But the charming woman was more seriously injured than him. The injury to her body could be healed with just one healing pill, but the injury to her soul could only be recovered slowly.

This is the power derived from Zhu Yan's true spirit. Even if Chen Yuan's cultivation is only in the middle stage of Jindan, with the help of Zhu Yan's true blood, he can still hurt the transformed demon king!
When the charming woman heard this, murderous intent filled her eyes, but the next moment, her expression suddenly changed. She raised her hand and a golden light flew out, heading straight for Chen Yuan's head.

The golden light was extremely fast, and Chen Yuan was seriously injured at this time. He was unable to resist or dodge. He could only stand where he was and watch the golden light shoot towards his face.

clang!
But at this moment, a dark shadow fell from the sky and shattered the golden light.

"Haha, isn't it unmanly of the Demon King to kill a junior?" At the same time, a gentle voice came leisurely.

Chen Yuan was stunned and immediately looked up at the sky.

A monk descended from the sky. He was wearing a grey robe and a turban on his head. He had an old face and a peaceful expression. In his right hand he held a tortoise-shell purple-hair brush, and in his left hand he held a bluestone inkstone with a fish pattern carved on it. There was a thin layer of ink in the inkstone.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed, raised his right hand, and reluctantly saluted: "Junior Chen Yuan, thank you for saving me!"

"Master Qingliu!" The charming woman's face was very ugly, "You want to stop me? You once said that you would not interfere in the affairs of Yuqinghai's immortal cultivation world!"

Her soul was burning, and she had no choice but to retract her consciousness and put out the strange white flame. For a moment, she forgot to check the surrounding situation.

It was not until Master Qingliu approached within a thousand feet that she noticed something and wanted to kill Chen Yuan first, but it was too late.

Qing Liu Jushi smiled slightly: "I did say that, but the demon race is the common enemy of the human race. How can I sit idly by and watch the demon king harm our human cultivators?"

"Then I'll learn a thing or two about your methods!" The charming woman shouted coldly, raised her hand, and a golden pistol appeared out of thin air in her hand, and she threw it hard. At the same time, a pair of golden wings appeared behind her, and her figure flashed and rushed over.

The golden pistol turned into a golden stream of light and shot towards Mr. Qingliu with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

When the shot was fired, it was like a golden lightning streaking through the sky, tearing the black mist into a long trail.

Chen Yuan was standing behind Mr. Qingliu. Looking at the golden pistol, he felt as if a needle was pricking his eyebrows. There was a tingling sensation and the hairs all over his body stood up.

If this gun was aimed at him, he would have no chance of survival.

Mr. Qingliu just smiled slightly, shook his wrist, dipped the purple-hair brush into the bluestone inkstone, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the word "shield" in the air.

The tip of the pen moved forward a little more, and the word "shield" turned into a black shield, blocking in front of Mr. Qingliu.

clang!
The golden pistol pierced the black shield, and the shield shattered immediately, and Mr. Qingliu floated back.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, but the next moment, Qingliu hermit shook his wrist, and the purple brush wrote five "shield" characters in succession, which turned into five shields in a row, blocking in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of metal clashing continued. The golden pistol smashed four shields in a row and was blocked by the last black shield.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time he saw a Nascent Soul cultivator take action. He was quite nervous, wondering whether Mr. Qingliu could stop the charming woman. Seeing this situation, he felt relieved.

At this time, the charming woman had flown to the side of the golden pistol, grabbed it, pierced through the last black shield, and stabbed at Qingliu Monk with the gun.

The golden pistol shone brightly, and a lifelike golden-feathered eagle's phantom appeared on the spear, with sharp eyes, as if it were a living creature.

Chen Yuan's body stiffened. The golden-feathered eagle's shadow only glanced at him, but it pierced his soul directly. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. Qingliu's eyes also became slightly solemn. He dipped the purple brush into thick ink and wrote the word "bind". It turned into an ink-colored rope and wrapped around the golden pistol.

The charming woman raised her gun and swept it, cutting the inky rope and continuing to stab at Mr. Qingliu.

At this moment, the distance between the two was only ten feet. It seemed far away, but to a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was just a stone's throw away. The golden pistol could pierce Qingliu in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled and he stared at Mr. Qingliu closely, worried that he would be stabbed by the golden pistol.

But Mr. Qingliu was not in a hurry. He retreated slowly, seemingly slowly but actually fast, not much slower than the charming woman.

At the same time, he wielded the pen with his right hand very quickly, writing five large characters "bind", "entwine", "bind", "tie", and "stall" in a flamboyant manner. These characters turned into five ink-colored ropes that tightly wrapped around the golden pistol, preventing it from moving forward an inch.

"This treasure is full of spirituality and is truly a rare treasure. In return, please reward the demon king with a sword!"

Mr. Qingliu smiled slightly, tapped the purple-hair brush in the inkstone, and then shook his wrist lightly to write the word "sword". It turned into a flying sword, and with a point of the brush tip, it shot towards the charming woman.

At this time, the golden pistol had just broken free from the five inky ropes and was unable to resist.

The charming woman raised her hand and a shield made of golden feathers appeared out of thin air in front of her, blocking the ink-colored flying sword.

"How can we have a sword without a knife? We also have spears, halberds, hammers, axes, hooks and forks, and other magical weapons. Please enjoy them with me, Monster King!"

Mr. Qingliu wrote with great swiftness as he wrote ten characters in total: “knife,” “spear,” “halberd,” “spear,” “hammer,” “axe,” “axe,” “hook,” “fork,” and “stick.” These characters transformed into ten ink-colored magic weapons and attacked the charming woman together.

Ten ink weapons appeared at the same time, stirring up the black mist in the sky, as if ten magic treasures were born.

But in Chen Yuan's eyes, these ten weapons were full of righteousness, like a righteous army that was punishing the evildoers, upright and just, exterminating the evil and rebellious. When he saw them, he suddenly felt that he was guilty of a great crime, and was abandoned by heaven and earth, and he felt remorseful.

He felt a chill in his heart and quickly suppressed the feeling, suddenly feeling a cold sweat on his back.

He was only slightly affected, yet he was in such a mess. How would that charming woman feel when facing ten black soldiers?

Chen Yuan looked intently and saw that the charming woman had a serious expression. Facing the ten attacking black soldiers, she flapped her wings and retreated.

She raised her hand and the golden feather shield flashed with light. The golden feathers on it flew out and intertwined into a golden feather wall about ten feet high, blocking in front of her.

The ink hammer, ink axe, and ink knife flew out and chopped down together, smashing the golden feather wall into pieces.

The golden feathers dimmed and returned to the golden feather shield, and the three ink weapons also disappeared into thin air.

The remaining seven ink weapons continued to attack. The charming woman's face became more and more ugly. She threw out the golden pistol, breaking five ink weapons in a row. She was powerless to continue, and the remaining ink spears and ink halberds chopped over again.

The charming woman retreated very quickly, but the two ink weapons were like a thorn in her side, following closely behind her and she couldn't get rid of them at all.

"Haha, this old man invited the Demon King to share the magic weapon with him, why doesn't the Demon King reward him?" said the hermit Qingliu in a leisurely voice.

The charming woman kept dodging. She raised her hand and the golden pistol flew back and shot at the two ink soldiers.

Mr. Qingliu smiled slightly and said, "Since the Demon King is so ruthless, I will have no choice but to use courtesy first and then force. I hope the Demon King will not blame me."

He shook his wrist, dipped the purple brush into thick ink, and wrote the word "葬" in front of him.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled and the hairs on his body stood up.

The word "葬" is like iron written with a brush, with a silver hook and iron stroke, and the tip of the brush is sharp, revealing a strong sense of evil and death.

He just took a glance and felt a sense of dead silence in his heart. He quickly looked away and dared not look again.

After writing this word, Qing Liu let out a long breath, looking a little tired. He pointed the tip of his pen forward and said, "I have a technique for burying soldiers. I hope the demon king will appreciate it!"

The word "burial" flew out, and the ink spear and ink halberd trembled slightly. Ink flames rose from the end of the long handle, as if pouring out from a splash-ink landscape painting, emitting a thick aura of death.

The speed of the black spear and black halberd increased suddenly and shot towards the charming woman, far exceeding the speed of the golden pike's return fire.

The charming woman's face changed, she raised her hand and made a gesture, and the pair of golden wings behind her suddenly grew twice as large, emitting brilliant golden light, and with a flap, her speed doubled, trying to distance herself from the ink spear and ink halberd.

But as the ink spear and ink halberd continued to burn, the death aura they emitted became thicker and thicker, and the speed became faster and faster.

In the end, only the tip of the spear was left. He caught up with the charming woman at an incredible speed and stabbed her!
The charming woman's expression changed, and a pair of golden wings behind her gathered in front of her body, shining with golden light. The tip of the spear or halberd pierced it silently, leaving only two thick ink marks.

The charming woman stopped in the air, slowly released her golden wings, stared at Mr. Qingliu, and suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was actually pitch black!

Qing Liu was a little surprised: "The Demon King's divine power can actually block my Burial Soldier Technique. I have another little technique. Please appreciate it, Demon King!"

After saying this, his face slightly stiffened, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and with a flick of his wrist, left a stroke in the air in front of him.

The charming woman's face changed, and she suddenly flapped her wings and flew away, leaving behind a resentful voice: "Old man, I will remember this grudge and will definitely repay it one day. And that little thief, I will kill you!"

Chen Yuan's expression changed and he turned to look at Mr. Qingliu, hoping that he could eradicate all evil.

But Mr. Qingliu remained indifferent and placed the purple-hair brush on the bluestone inkstone, as if the charming woman was not scolding him.

Chen Yuan's heart sank, but he didn't dare to act rashly in front of Mr. Qingliu, so he could only sigh inwardly.

Mr. Qingliu looked into the distance at the direction where the charming woman went away. After a while, he raised his sleeves and flicked them. The purple-hair brush and bluestone inkstone in front of him all disappeared. He then descended with a light of escape and came in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan reluctantly raised his right hand and bowed deeply: "Junior Chen Yuan, thank you for saving my life."

Qingliu looked Chen Yuan up and down, stroked his beard and smiled: "It is not easy for you to survive two or three rounds under the hands of the transformed demon king."

"In my opinion, your physical body is so strong that almost no one below the Nascent Soul stage in the Nine Immortal Continent can match it."

"Thank you for your praise, senior. I live in seclusion overseas, how can I compare with the cultivators from Jiuxianzhou?" Chen Yuan said modestly.

"My friend, there is no need to be modest. My vision is not wrong." Qingliu said with a smile, "This is nothing. I was dozens of miles away just now and saw you using that white flame to attack the enemy. It was amazing and extraordinary."

"Haha, this is just a small trick..." Chen Yuan laughed dryly, his thoughts racing as he pondered how to explain it.

Mr. Qingliu waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, my friend. I just asked a question out of curiosity."

"Although the white flame is mysterious, our sect has its own path to becoming a god. I have been studying the truths of the ancient saints day and night, cultivating a righteous spirit, and I still feel that time flies. How could I covet my little friend's magical powers?"

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully: "I have judged you with my own humble heart. I hope you will forgive me."

Qing Liu Lay Buddhist said with a smile: "It's okay, but you must remember not to show this kind of magical power in front of other Nascent Soul cultivators."

"I have read a lot of ancient books and I think I have a broad knowledge. I have also heard of several kinds of spiritual fire that can burn the soul."

“But I have never seen such a white flame that can follow the mysterious connection of divine consciousness and burn the soul.”

"The demon race is shallow and ignorant, and they don't know how powerful it is. But if you are seen by other Nascent Soul cultivators, especially those from the ten major sects, you may lose your life."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he said solemnly: "I will follow the teachings of my predecessors and will never easily show this kind of magical power in front of others."

Mr. Qingliu nodded slightly and said, "You are a teachable boy. Since you are a physical cultivator, I think your injuries are not a big deal. I still need a magic core from an eighth-level magic beast. So, we'll say goodbye now."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Please stay, senior!" Chen Yuan said.

Mr. Qingliu turned around and smiled: "What else do you want, young friend?"

"Senior, you saved my life. I will never forget this small gift as a token of my gratitude. Please accept it." Chen Yuan said respectfully.

He raised his right hand, and a wooden box appeared out of thin air in his palm. He pushed it forward, and the wooden box slowly flew towards Mr. Qingliu.

(End of this chapter)