Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan's smile faded: "Fellow Daoist, you are right. I am a little impatient. I should focus on collecting the magic cores, so as not to fail to complete the trial and miss the big thing."

The two of them didn't waste any more time and flew towards the north.

Their escape speed was not fast, and they often stopped to hunt monsters, but they were all level seven monsters, and they had not encountered a level eight monster yet.

The two men walked and stopped, and it took them two days to escape more than 10,000 miles.

Chen Yuan had already collected all the magic cores before, but he did not show them. Like the yellow-haired old man, he was also hunting monsters.

The two agreed to divide the magic cores equally, which was not very efficient as each person only got a dozen level seven magic cores.

On the third day, the two finally encountered an eighth-level monster.

Looking at the roaring ten-foot-long tiger charging at him, Chen Yuan smiled slightly and stepped back: "I'll leave this monster to Fellow Daoist Zong. When we encounter the next level eight monster, it won't be too late for me to take action."

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "Then I will refuse it disrespectfully."

Neither of them took the ferocious and ferocious demon tiger seriously. The demon beast without intelligence was indeed no match for the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The yellow-haired old man rushed forward, raised his sleeve and flicked it. The brocade bag on his waist flashed, and suddenly a small blue dragon appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The blue dragon swelled up in the wind, with a single horn on its head, three toes on its claws, and a slender body, about thirty feet long. It had a strong demonic aura, and its momentum was comparable to that of the demon tiger. It raised its head and let out a dragon's roar, then swung its long tail and rushed forward.

A dragon and a tiger were fighting each other, and the blue dragon clearly had the upper hand.

Under its four claws, it held four azure water clouds, light and agile.

The dragon scales all over its body were gleaming with a layer of light blue light, and were extremely tough. When the magic tiger's sharp claws grabbed them, they would slide aside without leaving any trace.

The blue dragon opened its huge mouth and spurted out a stream of blue water. It looked soft, but was actually as sharp as a flying sword. It hit the body of the demon tiger and left a deep wound.

But the magic tiger is not completely powerless to fight back. Its strength is even greater than that of the blue dragon.

There was a faint demonic energy lingering around the black hair all over his body. Whenever he was injured, the demonic energy would flow into his body and he would recover quickly.

When Chen Yuan saw this scene, his heart moved and he thought of the Demon Lord.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as he absorbs the magic energy, he can recover instantly, almost immortal, very similar to this magic tiger, but the recovery speed is much faster than that of the magic tiger.
But this level eight demon tiger was obviously far inferior to the Demon Lord. After fighting with the blue dragon for half an hour, it gradually showed signs of exhaustion.

The wounds on its body no longer healed, and its entire body was covered in wounds. Streams of black blood gushed out, making it look even more hideous and terrifying.

After another half hour, the demon tiger became afraid and wanted to escape, but was entangled by the blue dragon. After another fierce fight, it finally died under the claws of the blue dragon.

The blue dragon held the corpse of the demon tiger in its mouth and threw it in front of the yellow-haired old man like a treasure, growling continuously from its mouth, as if urging him to do something.

The yellow-haired old man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, you will get some benefits."

As he spoke, he took out a blue pill the size of a soybean and threw it out.

Upon seeing this, the blue dragon immediately opened its mouth wide and swallowed the blue pill. It let out a long roar, shook its head and tail, and seemed very satisfied.

The yellow-haired old man shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand and the blue dragon's body gradually shrank and returned to the spirit beast bag on his waist.

Chen Yuan looked at the blue dragon, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Daoyou actually raised a blue dragon, aren't you afraid that the dragon clan will cause trouble for you?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know that this blue dragon has nothing to do with the Jiaolong clan. Although the Jiaolong clan is overbearing, we cannot interfere."

As he spoke, he took out a low-level flying sword, took out an eighth-level magic core from the magic tiger's corpse, and pulled out the magic tiger's spine and put them away together.

Chen Yuan was surprised and asked, "There are actually blue dragons in the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters that are not related to the dragon clan?"

The yellow-haired old man was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "This blue dragon is not a monster from the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea... It seems that fellow Taoist doesn't know that I am not a cultivator from the Jade Purity Sea, but I came from Lizhou."

"I got this blue dragon by chance in Lizhou. I put a lot of effort into cultivating it to its current state."

Chen Yuan smiled apologetically: "Fellow Daoist, you are a cultivator from Lizhou. Please forgive my ignorance. I have also traveled to Jiuxianzhou. I heard that under the influence of Jiuli Sect, many cultivators in Lizhou practice the art of taming beasts."

"Lizhou is close to Nanzhou, and cultivators often sneak into Nanzhou to capture spiritual beasts. Could it be that the blue dragon in your hand was found in Nanzhou?"

The yellow-haired old man's expression was slightly stiff, and he laughed: "Daoyou is not ignorant at all, but you are well-informed. This blue dragon was accidentally found by Zong from a large lake in Nanzhou..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "It's getting late. We have wasted more than an hour dealing with this demon tiger. We should set off as soon as possible to gather all the demon cores so that we can go find 'Tongtian Tower'."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed and he nodded in agreement.

The two continued on their way. When they encountered a level seven monster, they stopped for a while and killed it.

A day later, the two escaped thousands of miles away. The black fog surrounding them became thicker, but they did not encounter a second level eight monster.

After killing a group of magic falcons, the two men divided the magic cores of the two leading level seven magic falcons. The yellow-haired old man once again took out the jade brick and examined it carefully.

The two men were hunting monsters while flying north. Along the way, the yellow-haired old man often took out the jade brick to check it.

Chen Yuan looked intently and found that the black air surrounding the jade brick had obviously deepened a lot compared to before.

The yellow-haired old man put away the jade brick and smiled: "The abnormality of the jade brick is becoming more and more obvious, and we are getting closer and closer to the 'Tongtian Tower'."

"The treasures left behind by the ancient cultivators must be rare treasures. Maybe they can help us break through the bottleneck of the middle stage and reach a higher level of cultivation."

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up: "Thank you for your kind words, we should hurry up and gather the magic cores after we find the Tongtian Pavilion. We should not waste time on the road."

The yellow-haired old man hesitated for a moment, then said with emotion: "Well, let's follow your advice and find the Tongtian Pavilion first and get the ancient monk's treasure."

Chen Yuan showed a delighted expression and raised his hand to invite him: "Fellow Daoist Zong, please come in!"

The yellow-haired old man chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please."

The two of them sped up their flight and no longer took detours to hunt monsters. Only when a level seven monster happened to appear in front of them would they kill it and collect its magic core. Their flight speed was almost unaffected.

Half a day later, the two of them had escaped thousands of miles away, passing by two altars on the way, and each of them had three or five more magic cores in their hands.

The black fog lingering in the Demonic Plain had the effect of slowing down the flight of people. The speed of their flight was greatly affected and was twice as slow as that in the outside world.

When passing the second altar, the yellow-haired old man's speed suddenly increased a lot, and he even spared three level 7 monsters that were only a dozen miles away. Chen Yuan remained silent, just following the yellow-haired old man, flying north all the way, with a calm expression.

But he never withdrew his spiritual sense, and all the movements within a radius of 200 miles were taken into his vision.

Another two hours passed, and just after flying over the second altar more than 3,000 miles, Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his speed suddenly slowed down and slowly stopped.

The yellow-haired old man was concentrating on his journey and only noticed this scene after he had flown several hundred feet. His eyes fixed and then he slowed down.

He turned around and flew back to Chen Yuan, his face full of confusion: "Why did you stop? Time is running out. After finding the Tongtian Pavilion, we have to collect a hundred magic cores. We can't delay any longer."

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked to the west, smiling slightly: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I just saw something interesting, it won't take too long."

As he spoke, he turned around and flew to the west.

The yellow-haired old man was startled. He scanned the west carefully with his consciousness but found nothing. He hurriedly followed him and asked, "Where are you going, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but just flew forward.

The yellow-haired old man frowned, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He scanned carefully with his spiritual sense, but still found nothing.

Just as he was about to ask, two figures suddenly appeared in his consciousness. He was startled and closed his mouth.

A hundred miles to the west, two people were confronting each other.

One of them was ugly, with soybean-sized tumors all over his face. He was the despised demon king Zhang Chao.

Opposite him was a charming woman from the Golden-winged Eagle clan.

But what was shocking was that the charming woman's face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of pale green poisonous gas lingering around her.

A pair of golden wings drooped behind her, and she leaned dejectedly on a boulder, her body looking exhausted.

At the same time as the yellow-haired old man saw the two people, Zhang Chao suddenly turned his head, and his gaze instantly spanned a hundred miles and fell on the yellow-haired old man.

At this moment, Zhang Chao's eyes no longer had the fawning look he had in front of the Tongtian Palace; they were now cold, ruthless, and as sharp as a knife.

The yellow-haired old man was startled. Only then did he realize that the aura exuded by Zhang Chao was actually that of a ninth-level demon king!
The yellow-haired old man's face changed and he slowed down his speed involuntarily, but Chen Yuan did not stop at all, and even sped up a bit, heading straight towards the two of them.

The yellow-haired old man was very anxious and quickly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Zhang Chao is a ninth-level demon king. We are no match for him. The most urgent task is to find the Tongtian Pavilion. There is no need to participate in the internal fighting of the demon clan. Stop now!"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I know what to do."

After saying this, he continued to fly westward without slowing down.

The yellow-haired old man's face sank, and he hesitated for a moment. He gritted his teeth and followed him, and did not forget to send a message to Chen Yuan: "Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, Zong and fellow Taoist will join forces. Even if we are defeated, we can still retreat safely..."

He followed Chen Yuan, and soon, he crossed a hundred miles and came in front of Zhang Chao and the charming woman, and his escape light fell.

Chen Yuan glanced at the two of them, then looked at Zhang Chao, and said with a smile, "It seems that I came down at a bad time and disturbed the Demon King's interest."

When the charming woman saw the two men coming, a blush appeared on her pale face. She supported herself on the huge rock beside her with her left hand and managed to straighten up.

She didn't care about the grudge between her and Chen Yuan, and said in a trembling voice: "This person attacked secretly, please... please help me, fellow Taoists, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Zhang Chao's eyes were still stern as he stared at Chen Yuan: "Are you the Chen Yuan wanted by the three royal families a hundred years ago? When did you form your Nascent Soul?"

Chen Yuan said calmly, "I have been a baby for less than fifty years, and I just returned to Yuqing Sea a few years ago. The Demon King naturally doesn't know about this."

"Nascent Soul..." Zhang Chao frowned, glanced at the yellow-haired old man, and sneered, "Two Nascent Souls in the early stage dare to interfere in my affairs?"

The yellow-haired old man laughed dryly: "The Demon King has misunderstood, we have no other intentions, we are just passing by, just passing by..."

He secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Daoyou, please retreat quickly..."

Chen Yuan ignored him and looked at Zhang Chao with interest: "The Demon King's poison skills are quite interesting. It can make an eighth-level demon king with royal blood completely helpless."

"I wonder what kind of monster the demon king is originally from. Can you let me see it?"

Zhang Chao's eyes sharpened: "If you are interested in my poison skills, you might as well experience it yourself."

Chen Yuan nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking. Please enlighten me, Demon King."

Zhang Chao was startled, then sneered: "Well, I want to see what you two can do, can you rely on the incomplete blue dragon in the hands of Elder Zong?"

The yellow-haired old man's expression changed, and he said coldly: "The demon king is hiding very well. Who would have thought that such a notorious and shameless villain is actually a ninth-level demon king."

"Even the demon king of the Golden-Winged Eagle clan is no match for you. If this matter gets out, I wonder if the three royal clans will still be able to tolerate you!"

Zhang Chao sneered: "Since you have seen my true cultivation, how can I let you leave?"

The charming woman struggled to flap her wings and came to Chen Yuan's side. She stared at Zhang Chao, a little green in her eyes, and said weakly: "Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen is a physical cultivator with extraordinary means. Kun Tong died in his hands."

"With the three of us working together, no matter how powerful your poison is, we are no match for you. Back off now. I promise that I will never pursue what happened today."

At the same time, she secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man: "My two Taoist friends, this person's poison skill is very sharp. He can release a green poison gas that is colorless, tasteless, invisible and intangible. It can erode...erode your cultivation and consciousness without you noticing, causing great damage to your strength. Be careful!"

The yellow-haired old man's expression changed, and the robes on his body shone brightly, condensing into a true energy barrier to protect himself.

The charming woman's voice transmission had not stopped, but it only entered Chen Yuan's ears: "I am blind and have offended you, fellow Taoist. Please save my life, and I will definitely reward you handsomely..."

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the charming woman. Her pale face was full of pleading, and she looked so pitiful that people couldn't help but feel pity for her.

But the pair of broad golden wings behind her constantly reminded Chen Yuan that this was a cruel and ruthless demon king who had robbed countless male favorites.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak when Zhang Chao sneered, "What kind of person is Kun Tong? I have killed more than one Kun fish."

"After swallowing your demon cores and Nascent Souls today, my cultivation will be greatly improved. After I break through the bottleneck of level ten, I will be the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Sea... Ning!"

He suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture, and a ball of pale green poisonous gas appeared out of thin air around Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man, wrapping them up in it and rushing into their bodies! (End of this chapter)