Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan said calmly, "You are too kind, fellow Daoist. This insect's only poison skill is worth noting. Although it is a ninth-level demon king, its body is weak and it has no other magical powers. It is not difficult to deal with it."

The yellow-haired old man glanced at the charming woman with lingering fear, and said with a wry smile: "Even this poison skill makes it difficult for Zong to resist."

"If it weren't for your great magical powers, I'm afraid we would have been slaughtered like this woman."

Chen Yuan did not comment: "Daoyou, you should get rid of the poison gas first to avoid worsening your injuries."

"Fellow Daoist, you are right..." The yellow-haired old man felt relieved and sat down cross-legged.

He took out a pill from the mustard seed ring, swallowed it, closed his eyes and meditated. His slightly pale face slowly became rosy.

Chen Yuan looked at the charming woman beside him, with a cold light in his eyes: "I have met the Demon King several times, but I still don't know his name..."

The charming woman forced a smile and said weakly, "You are too polite, Taoist friend. I was lucky enough to save my life thanks to your help. How dare I call myself a demon king in front of you?"

"My name is Jinluo. I was blind at first and have offended you a lot. I hope you will forgive me. I will definitely reward you handsomely..."

Chen Yuan said calmly, "So it's Fellow Daoist Jinluo. Let's put aside the matter of repaying you for now. I am quite interested in the fight between you and Zhang Chao."

The charming woman's smile faded, and there was a hint of weakness in her eyes. Her pretty face was full of fear, and she looked pitiful.

She said softly: "After entering the Demonic Plain, I began to hunt monsters and collect magic cores."

"To be honest, when I learned that Kun Tong died at the hands of you, I was very scared and regretted having caused you trouble."

"I just want to gather all the magic cores, complete the trial, and then find a secluded place in Jueling Island to hide."

"When Jueling Island opens again, I will return to Luoxia Island and stay indoors..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Chen Yuan quietly. Seeing that he still had no expression on his face, her heart sank, but her expression became even weaker: "I have been searching for magical beasts in the Demonic Plains for a few days, and I only got an eighth-level magic core. The harvest is not great."

"Half an hour ago, I had just killed two level seven monsters when I ran into Zhang Chao by chance."

"Fellow Daoist, you should also know that this person is mediocre in strength and has a very bad reputation. I didn't want to pay any attention to him, but he kept pestering me and uttered foul language..."

At this point, the charming woman paused, a trace of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes: "I am very angry, and I want to punish you."

"But who knew that this person would suddenly reveal the cultivation of a ninth-level demon king, and unknowingly release this poisonous gas, corroding my true essence and spiritual consciousness."

"I wanted to use my magical powers to escape, but I was powerless."

"Fortunately, you arrived just in time and killed him. I will never forget your life-saving grace..."

"Brother Jin, didn't you know Zhang Chao's true strength before?" Chen Yuan interrupted her.

The charming woman shook her head: "I never knew that Zhang Chao had such a method. No one in the sea of ​​monsters should know about it, otherwise it would have spread long ago."

"Zhang Chao just said that he killed more than one Kun fish, and he attacked me again. This person must not dare to openly become an enemy of the three royal families, so he deliberately hides his strength."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "He is obviously very powerful, why would he do this?"

The charming woman frowned and said, "I don't know either. I think this person must have some ulterior motives..."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Since you don't know the inside story, I won't waste my time and will send you on your way."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his light of escape and landed on top of the boulder.

The huge rock where the charming woman was standing was shaped like a giant pillar, about a hundred feet high. The surface was rough and had many gaps, but the top was quite flat, making it very conspicuous on the flat Demonic Plain.

The charming woman's expression changed, and she supported herself on the ground with one hand, trying to stand up.

But under the erosion of the poisonous gas, her whole body was sore and weak that she was unable to get up and collapsed to the ground again.

She could only give up this idea, sit on the ground, lean against a stone, and speak in a hurry: "Please show mercy, fellow Taoist. I am willing to give you all the treasures on my body, as well as the treasures stored on Luoxia Island. I only ask you to spare my life!"

Chen Yuan had a blank expression on his face as he walked towards the charming woman step by step: "As long as I kill you, the treasures on you will naturally belong to me." "As for the treasures you stored in Luoxia Palace... I don't want to make enemies with the Golden Feathered Eagle clan yet, so you should go on your way with peace of mind."

He walked up to the charming woman, stretched out his right hand, gently grabbed her fair neck, and lifted her up from the ground.

The charming woman faced Chen Yuan's cold gaze, feeling the increasing pressure on her neck, and the fear finally broke down her defenses.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare my life! I am willing to serve you as my master and be at your command!" Her weak voice trembled slightly and was a little sharp.

She doesn't want to die.

She has a magnificent palace, which was built with tens of thousands of captured mortals. It is magnificent and unrivaled in the entire Sea of ​​Monsters.

In that palace, there were hundreds of human male favorites for her to enjoy, each of them was handsome and strong.

The only drawback is that among these hundreds of male favorites, there are only seven Jindan cultivators.

The rest are all foundation-building cultivators with low cultivation bases and weak bodies. They cannot bear too much of her grace and will die of exhaustion of blood and energy.

The body of the transformed demon king was still too powerful. Even the seven Jindan cultivators had to use it with caution and not dare to play with it wantonly, otherwise they would easily die. It would not be so easy to replenish it.

But no matter how many flaws there are, the charming woman is reluctant to give up those male favorites, her own palace, and even more reluctant to give up the powerful Golden-winged Eagle bloodline and the long life it brings.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan loosened his grip on the charming woman's right hand slightly.

The charming woman was delighted, but Chen Yuan's right hand suddenly tightened again, and he said coldly: "Chen has seen many demon kings, all of whom are like Kun Tong and Zhang Chao, with strong temperaments and would rather die than surrender."

"Today is the first time I have seen a cowardly demon king. Do you think I am a fool?"

The charming woman hurriedly explained: "I am willing to offer a wisp of my soul to be controlled by you, Taoist friend, and I will never betray you!"

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered, and his right hand loosened slightly: "Are you serious?"

"As long as you agree, I will offer you my soul immediately!"

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I have heard that the Golden-Feathered Eagles are arrogant, but you are so afraid of death. Please forgive me for not believing you."

The charming woman smiled bitterly and said, "Who in the world doesn't want to live? I have cultivated myself painstakingly for hundreds and thousands of years, experienced natural disasters and thunder tribulations, and survived many deaths before I succeeded in transforming. With this level of cultivation, I want to live forever and enjoy a carefree life. I don't want to turn into a pile of bones."

"I don't know how many demon kings you have seen, but most of them are forced into a dead end without leaving any room for them. Otherwise, I believe I would not be the only one begging for mercy."

Chen Yuan was startled, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes. After a while, he slowly nodded: "You are right. When I met the demon king in the past, I did have the intention to kill him..."

The charming girl felt a chill in her heart. How many demon kings had this man killed? It took him some time to recall them all.

She was even more afraid of Chen Yuan, and hurriedly said: "Although my cultivation is not high, and my strength is far inferior to yours, I still have some status in the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan, and I know many monster kings in the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea."

"Whether you want to hunt monsters...hunt monsters for pills, or want to find out information about the monster race, I can help you."

Chen Yuan's eyes moved, as if he thought of something. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly let go of her hand, and the charming woman fell to the ground again.

Chen Yuan lowered his head slightly, looked down at the charming woman, and said lightly: "Hand over your soul, and I will spare your life."

When had the charming woman been treated like this before? She felt a huge sense of humiliation in her heart, but also a sense of ecstasy at having survived a catastrophe. She hurriedly agreed: "Please wait for a moment, Taoist friend. I will now separate a wisp of my soul and give it to you to control."

After saying that, she tried her best to adjust her posture, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, raised her hands, made hand gestures, and clenched her teeth.

After a while, a dim shadow of a golden-feathered eagle slowly flew out of her body.

The charming woman opened her eyes, panting. Her already pale face looked even weaker. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she looked at the golden-feathered eagle's shadow.

"I respectfully invite you... I respectfully invite you, fellow Daoist, to refine this wisp of divine soul." She spoke softly, as soft as a mosquito or fly, too weak to make a sound.

Chen Yuan was not polite at all. He stretched out his hand and grasped the phantom of the golden feather eagle in his hand. His true essence flowed through it and was instantly refined. With a thought, he took it into his dantian. (End of this chapter)