Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan looked at Kun Tong, whose eyes were red and whose face was ferocious, and his smile slowly faded. He said calmly, "Isn't it that Chen's coming to Hanzhou is exactly what the Demon King wants?"

For the past five years, he has been sitting in a cave a hundred miles away from the glacier crevasse, monitoring the Lion Cave Day and Night, never leaving and never slacking off for a moment.

The moment Kun Tong flew out of the glacier crevice, he immediately realized that this was a trap set by Elder Gu and Kun Tong.

Although he didn't know why Kun Tong knew the truth about Kun Feng's death and how he colluded with Elder Gu, Chen Yuan never believed in coincidences.

Elder Gu forced him to kill Shi Man, and Kun Tong also appeared in Shi Man's cave, which must be a trap set for him.

But Chen Yuan did not show up immediately. Instead, he followed Kun Tong quietly. After Kun Tong had flown more than a thousand miles, he suddenly appeared and stopped him.

Chen Yuan didn’t know what kind of trap was set in the glacier crack, nor did he know why Kun Tong suddenly left the Lion Cave.

Out of caution, he wanted to find out the situation first before taking action against the Lion Barbarian.

Kun Tong stared at Chen Yuan, hatred surging in his heart, but his remaining rationality prevented him from taking action immediately.

He had been waiting in the Lion's Cave for five years but never saw Chen Yuan. Today, as soon as he left the Lion's Cave, Chen Yuan showed up. There must be something fishy going on.

Thinking of Chen Yuan appearing behind him, as if he had been following him all the way, his pupils shrank: "You have been guarding outside the Lion Cave for five years?"

Chen Yuan said coldly: "For the past five years, I have been monitoring the Lion Cave Mansion day and night, and finally waited for the demon king to show up."

"I originally wanted to guard for six years. If the Lion Barbarians didn't make any unusual moves, it wouldn't be too late to take action later. I didn't expect that the Demon King would reveal a flaw just as I was about to take action."

A trace of regret appeared on Kun Tong's face. If he waited another year, Chen Yuan would fall into the trap. It was really like building a mountain with great efforts but falling short at the last moment!
Chen Yuan saw his expression change and smiled slightly: "Did the Demon King take it seriously? Elder Gu used all means to force me to come to Hanzhou to deal with the Lion Barbarians. Let alone five or six years, even if it's ten or twenty years, I will keep waiting. The trap you two set is doomed to fail."

Kun Tong's expression changed, and a feeling of anger after being teased surged in his heart.

He glared at Chen Yuan: "So what if the trap fails? I am enough to take you down by myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, flashed in front of Chen Yuan, and grabbed his vital point, Dantian.

Kun Tong's attack was extremely sudden, but Chen Yuan's reaction was even faster.

At the moment when Kun Tong's figure disappeared, a pair of broad black wings suddenly spread out from behind him. With a flap, his figure disappeared from the spot, avoiding the attack.

The next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away, completely exchanging positions with Kun Tong.

Kun Tong's face darkened completely, his eyes fell on the dark wings behind Chen Yuan, and he said coldly: "You actually mastered the art of teleportation."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Since I have appeared before the Demon King today, the Demon King will definitely not lack opportunities for revenge."

"But before we take action, I have a few more questions for the Demon King."

When Kun Tong saw Chen Yuan perform the teleportation technique, he knew that it would not be easy to kill him, so he was not in a hurry to attack again.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Okay, I also have a few questions to ask you. How about this, I ask one question and you ask one question, and you must answer it. How about that?"

"Okay, let the Demon King ask the questions first."

"How did you master the art of teleportation?"

"I refined Kun Feng's demon pill."

"How did you do it?" Kun Tong clenched his fists, murderous aura rising from his body, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Chen Yuan said lightly.

"Okay, you say."

"May I ask what traps the demon king has set in the Lion Cave?"

"The forbidden air formation." Kun Tong said coldly.

Chen Yuan showed a look of sudden realization, and Kun Tong immediately asked, "How did you refine Feng'er's demon pill?"

"The technique I practice is quite special. It can refine the essence and blood of monsters." Chen Yuan smiled.

There was a gleam of light in Kun Tong's eyes, and even the hatred in his heart diminished a lot.

"Did Gu Shaowen give you this forbidden air formation?" Chen Yuan asked.

"That's right." Kun Tong asked again, "The white flame in your hand that can burn the soul is also obtained by refining the essence and blood of monsters, just like the teleportation technique?"

"That's right." Chen Yuan nodded.

Kun Tong's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"How did the Demon King know that I was the one who killed Kun Feng?" Chen Yuan asked.

He thought he had left no trace, but Kuntong still found out the truth and knew that he was in Renzhou, which puzzled him.

"I requested the clan leader to ask Tianjizi to do some divination, and just now I found out that it was you who killed Feng'er." Kun Tong said coldly.

"Tianjizi?" Chen Yuan suddenly realized, "I guess it was because he figured out that I was in Renzhou that the demon king was able to chase me here?
When he was in Yuqing Sea, he heard that Tianji Sect had a divination treasure that could be used to predict the secrets of heaven and was extremely effective.

The Tianji Sect is named after this, and the Buddhist name of the sect leaders in all generations is Tianjizi, without exception.

Chen Yuan felt relieved when he realized that it was not him who left the loophole and Kun Tong saw through the matter.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Kun Tong stared at Chen Yuan closely, "Can the demon race also practice your skills?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint the Demon King. Chen's skills are unique and can only be practiced by human cultivators."

"Nine Transformations of True Spirit" requires the refining of nine kinds of true spirit blood, and the demon race is the descendant of true spirits. If you trace back to the source, they all originated from a certain kind of true spirit. If you refine the blood of other true spirits, you will immediately explode and die.

Kun Tong sneered: "Really? Other monsters may not be able to practice, but my Kunyu clan can devour everything, so it may not be impossible to practice."

"The Kunyu clan?" Chen Yuan smiled slightly, "Even the Kunpeng True Spirit cannot practice Chen's skills."

Kun Tong was furious: "How dare you insult our ancestors!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot and teleported in front of Chen Yuan. A thin layer of black light appeared on his hands, as if he was wearing a pair of translucent silk gloves, and he punched Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. He raised his left hand to block in front of him, as if he had expected Kun Tong to suddenly attack.

A layer of dark light also appeared on his arms, but it was much thicker than the black light on Kun Tong's hands, as if covered with two thick black arm armors, deep and dark, able to swallow even people's gaze.

When their fists and palms collided, Chen Yuan retreated several feet, and Kun Tong was sent flying backwards for hundreds of feet under the huge recoil force before he stopped in a very embarrassed manner.

He looked down and saw that the faint black light on his right hand had become mottled, like a pair of torn silk gloves. A deep wound appeared on the fist, and blood was dripping.

Kun Tong suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Yuan with gnashing teeth: "You really have refined Feng'er's demon pill. Only his bloodline can be so pure, and the power of his innate magical power can be so extraordinary!"

“If he survives the transformation thunder tribulation, he will definitely be able to condense such a condensed black blade like you!”

"Black Blade? The name of this magical power is quite simple." Chen Yuan smiled. "Since the Demon King knows the difference between you and me, you should just surrender. If we continue fighting, you will never be my opponent."

Kun Tong sneered: "Although your magical power is strong, you have just formed a fetus. I want to see how long you can hold on!"

As he spoke, the dark light covering his hands became much thicker, but it was still not condensed or pure enough.

As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, his figure disappeared from the spot and teleported behind Chen Yuan. His left hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed Chen Yuan's vital point on the back.

But the moment Kun Tong's figure disappeared, Chen Yuan turned around and grabbed Kun Tong's arm with his backhand.

Kun Tong's face changed and he retreated violently, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Chen Yuan grabbed in vain, narrowed his eyes, and stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair turned snow-white and his aura surged.

Kun Tong had already come within ten feet of him and spread out his spiritual sense.

He immediately activated his true energy, and the Zhuyan True Fire followed Kun Tong's consciousness and quietly flowed into his soul space, attached to the phantom of a Kun fish that had shrunk a thousand times, and burned fiercely.

Kun Tong, who was retreating, felt a sharp pain, as if he was in a raging fire, and his body paused. But he had long known that Chen Yuan had this method, and immediately mobilized the power of his soul, sweeping from all directions to firmly suppress the Zhuyan True Fire.

However, Zhu Yan's True Fire received an endless supply of true essence from Chen Yuan, and it stubbornly attached itself to Kun Tong's soul. It was much weaker than before, but it did not go out.

Kun Tong retreated a hundred feet away. The pain of his burning soul was greatly reduced and could be endured. The brutal murderous intent rising from the bottom of his heart was also suppressed by him.

He sneered: "Is this your method?"

Chen Yuan shook his head. The Zhu Yan true blood he refined was still a little thin. The soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator was at least ten times more condensed than that of a Jindan cultivator, and its power was far less than before.

The white-haired giant ape in the Fantasy Moon Mountains was, after all, only a fourth-level demon beast. Its demon core had not yet transformed, and the Zhuyan bloodline in its body was not pure enough.

"Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" can only allow Chen Yuan to refine the blood of the true spirit, but cannot further purify the blood of the true spirit.

Only the descendants of the True Spirit can improve their strength while continuously purifying the True Spirit blood in their bodies, and even be on par with the True Spirit.

Later, Chen Yuan refined a water ape demon pill containing Zhu Yan's bloodline, but the Zhu Yan's bloodline in that demon pill was much thinner than that of the white-haired giant ape, and even combined they were not as pure as the Kunpeng true blood in Kun Feng's body.

In order to increase the power of Zhuyan True Fire, he must refine more Zhuyan True Blood to make the Zhuyan True Blood in his body more pure.

Now Kun Tong was on high alert. Zhu Yan's True Fire could only bring him the pain of burning his soul and spirit, constantly consuming his spiritual power. He could no longer make his opponent lose the power to resist directly as before.

After Kun Tong suppressed the Zhu Yan True Fire, he teleported to Chen Yuan's side several times in succession, but was blocked in advance by Chen Yuan as if he had foreseen it, and he was almost injured.

He finally stopped, enduring the pain coming from his soul, his face looked very ugly: "You can actually sense the spatial fluctuations when I teleport?"

"Yes, every move of the Demon King is visible to me." Chen Yuan said lightly.

Kun Tong's move seemed sudden, but when he performed the teleportation technique, Chen Yuan clearly sensed a subtle but clear spatial fluctuation and knew where he was going to teleport to, and he was not panicked at all.

Moreover, Kun Tong has the blood of Kun fish in his body, and he can only perform the teleportation technique once every three breaths, which is even worse than Kun Feng before he formed an infant.

Kun Tong did not answer, but teleported in front of Chen Yuan again and punched him. Chen Yuan returned the punch, but did not move at all. However, Kun Tong flew hundreds of feet before he barely stopped.

Chen Yuan stimulated the blood of two kinds of true spirits at the same time, and his physical body was greatly enhanced, even surpassing the ninth-level demon king who was famous for his physical body, and was almost comparable to the tenth-level demon king.

The thick black light in Kun Tong's hand shattered, his face became even uglier, and his eyes were full of horror as he looked at Chen Yuan.

Obviously, he was the transformed demon king, but he was inferior in his physical body, which he was most proud of, and his natural talents and supernatural powers were far inferior.

Kun Tong regretted very much that he had used all his energy in the past to temper his body and improve his cultivation.

Normally he only relies on his tremendous strength and natural magical powers to fight the enemies, and has never refined any magical weapon that he can use well.

At this moment, all his strength and innate magical powers were useless. He had no other way facing Chen Yuan.

The constant pain and the continuous consumption of his spiritual power reminded him that he could not fight with Chen Yuan for long.

Chen Yuan was suspended in the air, his white hair and the black wings behind him contrasting with each other, making him look more like a demon king than Kun Tong.

He looked at Kun Tong and said calmly, "Does the Demon King want to take action again?"

Kun Tong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This king is indeed no match for you. You have refined Feng'er's demon pill, and the white flame is very strange. Your body is also extremely strong. I'm afraid only a ninth-level demon king can fight you."

"But if I want to leave, you can't stop me. The technique you practice is so unique. If it gets out, I don't know how many people will want to kill you."

"You have revealed all your secrets. Do you think that you will be invincible after forming your Nascent Soul?"

"Although I cannot personally avenge Feng'er, as long as I can kill you, I will be relieved of the hatred in my heart!"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "You might as well give it a try."

Kun Tong sneered: "See you later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared three hundred feet away.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported ten feet in front of Kun Tong. He said calmly, "Demon King, please stay."

Kun Tong's pupils shrank and his body retreated violently. After three breaths, he continued to use the teleportation technique and fled in another direction.

But just as he teleported to three hundred feet away, Chen Yuan appeared ten feet in front of him again and said calmly: "Demon King, please stay."

Kun Tong's face was filled with horror. He let out a long roar, and used his innate secret technique to perform a second teleportation technique, appearing five hundred feet away.

But almost at the same time as his figure appeared, Chen Yuan came ten feet in front of him and said lightly: "Demon King, please stay."

A chill rose in Kun Tong's heart. From beginning to end, except for the strange white flame, Chen Yuan did not take the initiative to attack. Just blocking his way was enough to make people shudder.

There were a few bloodshot eyes, a dull pain in his head, and a slight dizziness. He growled, "What do you want?"

His soul was still suffering from the burning of the white flames. Although the pain was bearable, the brutal murderous intent in his heart was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

He had an impulse to rush forward and tear Chen Yuan to pieces.

It was his remaining sanity that allowed him to use the teleportation technique to escape instead of going up and committing suicide.

"Please stay, Demon King." Chen Yuan looked at Kun Tong quietly, his voice was flat and his eyes were deep.

Kun Tong took a deep breath and revealed his true form, a huge Kun fish two hundred feet long with wings on its back.

Chen Yuan was as small as an ant in front of him.

Kun Tong opened his mouth wide and used his innate magical power to swallow the sky and the earth. A powerful suction force came out and swallowed Chen Yuan.

This was his last resort, but Chen Yuan simply flapped his wings and flashed hundreds of feet away, easily avoiding it.

The suction coming from Kun Tong's mouth was similar to the power of sealing. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it extremely difficult to get rid of it, but it posed no threat to Chen Yuan, who possessed the true blood of Kunpeng.

Kun Tong let out a long cry of pain. As his spiritual power was consumed, the white flames burned his soul more and more fiercely.

He swung his body and flew to the north.

Swallowing the sky and eating the earth was useless, he could only join forces with the Lion Barbarian to seek a glimmer of hope.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan flapped his wings, flashed above Kun Tong, put his hand on his huge body, and pressed down hard!
Chen Yuan's tiny body burst out with a force that was enough to move mountains. The two-hundred-foot Kun fish fell from a height of thousands of feet and hit the ground heavily.

A huge deep pit was smashed on the hard ice field, and pale ice dust flew up, covering the sky.

The Kun fish let out a wail and its figure disappeared in the icy dust.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported into the icy dust, ten feet in front of Kun Tong.

He didn't dare to transform into his original form again. The huge body of the Kun fish was in front of Chen Yuan and there was no way he could escape.

Kun Yi gritted his teeth and wanted to use the teleportation technique again.

But at this moment, the Zhuyan True Fire attached to his soul suddenly rose up, and an unprecedented pain came over him. The tyranny that had been suppressed for a long time broke through the shackles and devoured his mind.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he no longer teleported away. Instead, he appeared in front of Chen Yuan and threw a punch.

As he threw the punch, he finally came to his senses, but he could only watch Chen Yuan raise his left hand covered with dark light, grab his fist, stretch out his right hand, pierce into his chest, and when he retracted his hand, he was holding a magic pill.

The violent aura around Kun Tong immediately dimmed. His demon pill was taken away by Chen Yuan, and he was doomed today.

Kun Tong looked at Chen Yuan with resentment, and his soul was about to collapse.

Even if he died, he would never let Chen Yuan extract his soul and refine his spirit.

But at this moment, the white flame attached to Kun Tong's soul rose again, but it did not burn his soul. Instead, it burned all the soul power that surged from the surroundings into nothingness.

Kun Tong was horrified to find that his soul had become as thin as smoke and its power had been exhausted. He was no longer able to destroy his soul.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took Kun Tong's soul into his palm. He said calmly, "Does the demon king think that I am so bored that I have been dealing with you until now?" (End of this chapter)