Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The ancestor Kuixing once single-handedly destroyed thousands of cultivators from a medium-sized sect, and his notoriety was feared throughout Yuqinghai, but in front of the green-robed cultivator, he was very respectful.

He bowed slightly and clasped his hands together: "I found this robe in a ruined space secret realm in Yizhou. It should be left by an ancient senior. I specially come to present it to you."

The green-robed monk raised his hand and took the tattered robe into his hand, stroking it gently and whispered, "Yizhou... Only here can you find such a thing... What do you want?"

A hint of joy flashed across the eyes of Kuixing Patriarch, and he said respectfully: "I beg you, senior, to grant me a drop of Moon Dew."

The monk in green robes stared at the tattered robe in his hand: "If I am not mistaken, this robe should have been left by a Heavenly Guard."

"Although it's a little damaged, it's barely enough to exchange for a drop of Moon Dew."

"But the trial is not over yet. I will give you a drop of Moon Dew after all the people who entered the island have left the Demonic Plain. Do you think you can accept it?"

Kuixing Patriarch immediately responded: "Thank you for the reward, senior!"

The green-robed monk nodded slightly, and the tattered robes in his hand suddenly disappeared. He raised his sleeves and flicked them, and a white light flashed.

The next moment, the figures of the green-robed monk and the Kuixing Patriarch all disappeared, the altar returned to silence, and golden light shot up into the sky, as if nothing had happened.

……

Somewhere in the Demonic Plain, Mr. Qingliu was chasing a group of demon wolves with wings on their backs.

He held a purple-hair brush in his right hand and an inkstone made of old blue bricks, filled with a thin layer of thick ink, in his left hand.

Mr. Qingliu shook his wrist, tapped the purple-hair brush twice on the inkstone, dipped the tip of the brush in thick ink, and drew ink marks in the air, like sharp blades, easily killing the demon wolves one by one.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen demon wolves were killed by Mo Hen.

Mr. Qingliu collected the magic cores of the first two level seven magic wolves, then flew into the sky and continued to search for level seven magic beasts.

He flew for a while, then suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked behind him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment and flew over there. After a moment, he saw two monks appear on the horizon.

The two men ran straight towards Mr. Qingliu, stopped in front of him, and the light of their escape faded, revealing the figures of Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Fellow Daoist Qingliu, I've been waiting for a long time."

Qingliu returned the greeting: "No problem, I just took this opportunity to gather the seventh-level magic cores needed to complete the trial. Is this fellow Taoist Lv Fangzong of the Righteous Alliance?"

He turned to look at the yellow-haired old man, and a hint of vigilance flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The yellow-haired old man clasped his fists and saluted: "I have long heard of Daoist Brother Qingliu. I am honored to meet you."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Zong has already abandoned the dark and joined forces with us to deal with Elder Gu and others."

Mr. Qingliu was very surprised. He knew the conspiracy between the yellow-haired old man and Elder Gu. He thought that Chen Yuan would kill the yellow-haired old man, but he did not expect that he would join forces with this man.

At this moment, Chen Yuan's voice as thin as a mosquito sounded in his ears. He briefly recounted the process of killing Zhang Chao and subduing the yellow-haired old man through telepathy, but he omitted the matter of Tongtian Pavilion and the strange jade token.

When Mr. Qingliu heard about Zhang Chao's amazing poison skills, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

But after hearing that Chen Yuan killed him easily, he became more confident in his strength.

He returned the greeting to the yellow-haired old man and said with a smile: "With the help of fellow Daoist Zong, our chances of obtaining the Qingfeng Bamboo are much better."

"I was confused for a moment and accidentally believed the instigation of Elder Gu. Now I just want to make up for my sins and lend a helping hand to the two fellow Taoists." The yellow-haired old man looked sincere, and there was no sign of being forced.

Chen Yuan said: "Fellow Daoist Zong knows where Elder Gu, Yang Liqian and Patriarch Yuntian set up an ambush. In my opinion, we might as well compete with them in the Demonic Plain."

"After completing the trial, I will focus on finding the Qingfeng Bamboo. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Lay Buddhist Qing Liu agreed and said, "Let's follow what you said. I will keep Junior Brother Gu busy while you deal with Elder Yuntian. After you defeat him, you can come back to help me."

"Fellow Daoist Zong and Junior Brother Yang have similar cultivation bases, so please work harder to stop Junior Brother Yang. It shouldn't be difficult to just defend and not attack."

The yellow-haired old man agreed generously: "Although Zong's strength is far inferior to the two Taoist friends, it is more than enough to protect myself. That Elder Yang will be left to Zong!"

……

Deep in the Demonic Plain, on an altar.

Four monks sat cross-legged in the golden light, seemingly waiting for something silently.

These four cultivators were none other than Elder Gu, Yang Liqian, Patriarch Yuntian and Kunhai.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators in the middle stage, a ninth-level demon king, and an early Nascent Soul cultivator gathered together. Not to mention the Nascent Soul cultivators who entered Jueling Island, even if they were placed in the Yuqing Sea, no one dared to challenge them except the three major sects.

Elder Gu, Patriarch Yuntian and Yang Liqian all had their eyes closed, resting with calm expressions, showing the demeanor of masters.

But Kunhai's face was full of impatience. He looked into the distance at the horizon, his spiritual sense spreading out in all directions, closely monitoring all movements within a hundred miles.

A few hours later, he suddenly turned to look at Elder Gu, his eyes half believing and half doubting, and broke the silence on the altar: "Will that elder Zong really lure Chen Yuan here as Fellow Daoist Gu said?"

In front of Tongtian Palace, he was humiliated by Chen Yuan and was extremely furious. After entering the Demonic Plain, he slaughtered hundreds of monsters before his anger subsided a little.

After he met up with Elder Gu and the other two, he wanted to find an altar to sacrifice the magic core that had been prepared long ago, leave the Demonic Plain, and go to the secret space where Qingfeng Bamboo was to compete with Chen Yuan.

But when Elder Gu told him everything about his conspiracy with the yellow-haired old man, he was overjoyed and rushed here with Elder Gu, waiting for the yellow-haired old man to lure Chen Yuan here so that he could tear him into pieces, avenge Kun Tong and Kun Feng, and take back the Demon-Transforming Ring.

But after waiting for a few days, there was still no sign of Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man, and his patience was almost exhausted.

Hearing this, the three of them slowly opened their eyes and looked over.

Elder Gu said calmly: "Gu promised Brother Zong the Haoran Pill. He has already agreed to it and he should not break his promise."

Kun Hai frowned, "Haoran Pill is indeed extraordinary, but even Brother Kuntong died at the hands of Chen Yuan. He is definitely not a good person."

"Old Zong's skills are mediocre, and he only has a blue dragon with congenital defects. He is far from being a match for Brother Kuntong."

"If he dies at the hands of Chen Yuan, wouldn't our waiting be in vain?"

Patriarch Yuntian said: "Fellow Daoist Kun, please be patient. Although Zong Lufang is weak, Chen Yuan does not know about his deal with Fellow Daoist Gu."

"As long as Chen Yuan doesn't see through Zong Lufang's intentions, there's no need to worry."

Yang Liqian echoed, "Fellow Daoist Yuntian is right. Senior Brother Gu just acted on impulse. How could Chen Yuan know Zong Lvfang's intention? He would definitely fall into his trap."

"It's just that the Demonic Plain is vast, and I don't know if Chen Yuan has prepared the magic core in advance. It should take time to hunt down the monsters and complete the trial. Now he is still on the way."

"Even if Zong Lufang's identity is exposed and he is unable to lure Chen Yuan here, we have already gathered the magic cores needed to complete the trial. It's nothing more than wasting a few days. It's nothing."

Kun Hai's frown slowly relaxed, and the impatience on his face faded a little: "Mr. Zong better lure Chen Yuan here quickly, otherwise I won't let him go!" Fellow Daoist Gu said calmly: "Gu and Fellow Daoist Zong have an agreement in advance, I'm afraid I can't let Fellow Daoist Kun get his wish."

Kunhai snorted coldly, but said no more.

Patriarch Yuntian and Yang Liqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and their disgust towards Kun Hai increased a little more.

Only the demon race that relies on bloodline can produce such a rude and domineering transformed demon king.

No matter how brilliant the human race's Nascent Soul cultivators are, they have all achieved this through practice step by step.

Only after going through the trials of life and death and defeating countless opponents can one survive the three major disasters and successfully form a baby. They are all extremely cunning people.

But after the three royal families were born, they were level two monsters.

Even without practicing, it would only take a few hundred years for it to naturally grow into a level five demon beast, invincible at the same level.

Kunhai's bloodline is exceptionally pure, and he is the son of the Demon King. He has had no shortage of resources for cultivation since he was young, and his cultivation progress has been even faster.

He had an easy journey, with the only difficulty being the thunder tribulation of transformation. He then successfully became a ninth-level demon king. No one dared to disobey him, and his rude temperament was unbearable.

Fortunately, after some persuasion from the two, Kunhai calmed down and waited.

Two days passed quickly, and impatience appeared on Kunhai's face again.

But at this moment, Elder Gu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Kunhai was stunned for a moment, but after a moment, three more monks suddenly appeared in his consciousness and were flying towards the altar.

After a quick look, he found that the three people in the escaping light were Chen Yuan, Mr. Qingliu and the yellow-haired old man.

Kun Hai was overjoyed. He stood up suddenly and laughed, "Zong Laoer really has attracted Chen Yuan. We must not let him escape!"

As he spoke, he flew into the air and headed straight towards the three people.

At this time, Patriarch Yuntian had also seen the figures of Chen Yuan and the other two. He stood up, his eyes were cold, and he followed them with a flash of light.

Only Yang Liqian's cultivation was one level lower, and his spiritual awareness was also much weaker, which could only cover an area of ​​fifty miles, and he had not yet discovered any trace of Chen Yuan and the other two.

He asked, "Senior Brother Gu, are Zong Lvfang and Chen Yuan here?"

Elder Gu nodded slowly: "Yes, Senior Brother Qingliu is here too."

Hearing this, Yang Liqian showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and suddenly took a deep breath: "Now that things have come to this, we can only do it to the extreme."

After saying that, he flew into the sky with a flash of light and followed closely behind.

Elder Gu stood on the altar, golden light shining on him, giving him a layer of dazzling brightness.

His eyes were very complicated, revealing some memories and some hesitation.

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, with only determination in his eyes.

With a flash of light, Elder Gu rushed out of the golden light column and into the dim sky, with thick black fog surrounding him as he flew into the distance.

The two sides were only a hundred miles apart, and their escape speed was extremely fast, and they soon came within fifty miles.

Elder Gu and his four companions escaped at an increased speed, with Kun Hai leading the way, fearing that Chen Yuan would notice their presence and escape.

But to Kunhai's surprise, Chen Yuan should have seen the four people, but he did not show any intention of retreating, and even his expression did not fluctuate at all. He still flew towards this side, and even increased his speed a lot.

However, the two people beside him all changed their expressions, and the yellow-haired old man's escape speed slowed down a lot.

Kunhai was greatly surprised and his escape speed increased a bit.

Both sides were Nascent Soul cultivators. Within a few dozen breaths, they crossed a distance of fifty miles and arrived at one place.

When he saw Chen Yuan, Kunhai was no longer impatient. He stopped and did not take action immediately.

In just a moment, Elder Gu, Patriarch Yuntian and Yang Liqian came to his side and slowly stopped.

Opposite them were Chen Yuan and his two companions, only a few dozen feet away.

Kunhai sneered: "Chen Yuan, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Chen Yuan glanced at the four people and smiled slightly: "Chen is a little late. Thank you for waiting for me for so long."

Kunhai stared at Chen Yuan carefully, but still did not see any fear on his face, not even a hint of surprise.

Seeing this scene, even a rough man like Kunhai knew that Chen Yuan had already known that they had set a trap here, but still dared to come here to keep the appointment. He couldn't help but frown, and the anger in his heart subsided a little.

Patriarch Yuntian had also seen the clues and stared at the yellow-haired old man: "Fellow Daoist Zong, what's the matter?"

Elder Gu also looked over, his eyes calm but with a hint of coldness.

The yellow-haired old man had the same gloomy expression as Mr. Qingliu at this moment, staring at Kunhai intently.

Suddenly, he moved and went straight towards Elder Gu.

Yang Liqian was startled and was about to step forward to stop him, but Elder Gu raised his hand to stop him.

The yellow-haired old man came to Elder Gu, bowed, and smiled slightly: "Zong has fulfilled his promise and lured Chen Yuan here. I wonder when you can give me the Haoran Pill that Brother Gu promised?"

Kunhai, Patriarch Yuntian and Yang Liqian were all stunned. Lay Buddhist Qingliu asked in astonishment: "Fellow Daoist Zong, what do you mean?"

Chen Yuan showed a trace of surprise on his face, but then he calmed down, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at the yellow-haired old man.

Elder Gu was quite surprised: "What do you mean, Brother Zong?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "The deal between Zong and Daoist Gu was unfortunately discovered by Daoist Chen. Zong had no choice but to pretend to be submissive and to tell him everything about the ambush set by Daoist Chen, and then he was lured here."

"Fellow Daoist Gu only asked me to lure fellow Daoist Chen into a trap. I followed the agreement and that Haoran Pill should belong to me."

Hearing this, Yang Liqian sneered, "Fellow Daoist, you are so fickle, and you still have the nerve to ask Senior Brother Gu for the Haoran Pill?"

The smile on the yellow-haired old man's face slowly faded: "Fellow Daoist Gu did not tell me that Fellow Daoist Chen is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm and has mastered the art of teleportation. His strength is amazing. Even the ninth-level demon king is no match for him."

"Impossible!" Yang Liqian was stunned and turned to look at Chen Yuan. "You have broken through the bottleneck in the middle stage?"

Elder Gu, Patriarch Yuntian, and Kunhai all looked over at the same time. (End of this chapter)