Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan took a deep look at the yellow-haired old man and said calmly, "What if there is a breakthrough? What if there is no breakthrough?"

The yellow-haired old man did not shy away from his gaze and sneered, "Not only that, Fellow Daoist Chen also killed Zhang Chao, and the Golden Vein Demon King was forced to hand over a wisp of his soul and fell into his control."

"Not only did Zong lure him here, he also found out his background. I can't say that I have made a great contribution, but I am definitely worthy of Brother Gu's Haoran Pill."

Kun Hai smiled contemptuously: "They are just two level eight demon kings. Zhang Chao is even more useless. Let him die."

Patriarch Yuntian glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm: "Fellow Daoist Zong is so fickle, are you still trying to take credit for it?"

Although there were no major conflicts between the Zhenhai Sect and the Zhengqi League, small disputes continued to occur. Naturally, he was rude in front of the yellow-haired old man.

The yellow-haired old man retorted, "Fellow Daoist Yuntian, you don't know that Zhang Chao is not an eighth-level demon king, but a ninth-level demon king, and his poison skills are extremely extraordinary."

"Both Zong and the Golden Vein Demon King suffered a great loss and almost died at his hands."

"And Fellow Daoist Chen used a strange magical power. The poison gas had no effect on him. After a few rounds, he killed Zhang Chao. His strength is so strong that I'm afraid he is even stronger than many mid-Nascent Soul cultivators."

He paused, then turned to look at Kun Hai: "By the way, Zhang Chao once said that more than one Kun Fish Demon King died at his hands."

Kun Hai heard this, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "Are you serious?"

The yellow-haired old man said sternly, "It is absolutely true, but this is just Zhang Chao's one-sided statement before he died. I am not sure whether it is true or not. Please make your own judgment, Fellow Daoist Kun."

Kun Hai frowned, looking at Chen Yuan with a bit more fear in his eyes, and murmured: "If Zhang Chao really hides his strength, it is not impossible for him to attack the three royal families in secret."

"Eight hundred years ago, Kunzao's life lamp suddenly went out. Five hundred years ago, Kunrong died suddenly and the murderer has never been found. Thirty years ago, Kunsong also died suddenly after visiting Yuankong... Could it be that all of this was done by Zhang Chao?"

When Chen Yuan heard Kunsong's name, his eyes flashed and he remained silent.

The yellow-haired old man nodded firmly: "That's probably the case. Zhang Chao's poison skills are amazing, but he was still easily killed by Fellow Daoist Chen. You must not be careless."

Elder Gu looked more serious and asked, "How did Fellow Daoist Zong lose to Zhang Chao?"

The yellow-haired old man explained: "Zhang Chao can drive a kind of poisonous gas to corrode the soul's true essence. It is invisible and colorless, and extremely difficult to detect. It will only show up after it succeeds. Even with Zong's heavy defense, it is still difficult to resist..."

After these words were spoken, several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Patriarch Yuntian said, "From what Fellow Daoist Zong said, Zhang Chao only relied on poison gas to launch a sneak attack. His methods were not up to par, and those who died in his hands were all level eight demon kings."

"He just relied on the poison gas. It's not surprising that he was defeated by a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

The fear in Kunhai's eyes faded away quietly, and he stared at Chen Yuan: "I would like to thank you for avenging our demon king. As a reward, I will send you off more quickly so that you will suffer less."

The yellow-haired old man frowned and reminded: "You have never seen Zhang Chao's poison gas, it is extremely strange. Chen Yuan can resist it easily. His strength is unfathomable. Don't take it lightly..."

Kun Hai said impatiently: "It's not like I haven't seen Zhang Chao before. He is a flatterer. Even if he hides his strength, he is just a treacherous villain. What ability can he have?"

Patriarch Yuntian said lightly, "It's fine if Friend Zong is no match for Zhang Chao, but why do you have to exaggerate and promote him?"

The yellow-haired old man narrowed his eyes, looked deeply at Ancestor Yuntian, closed his mouth, but sneered in his heart.

Since several people don't believe him, he doesn't need to say more.

When they fight later, they will naturally know how strong Chen Yuan is.

The three mid-Nascent Soul cultivators would definitely be able to defeat Chen Yuan if they joined forces, but if they suffered, they could not blame him for not giving them a heads-up.

While the yellow-haired old man was talking to a few people, Chen Yuan remained silent and just watched coldly.

Only then did he slowly speak: "Have you finished talking?"

Before he finished speaking, his black hair suddenly turned snow-white, and a pair of jet-black wings stretched out from behind him. His aura surged, and the pressure far exceeded that of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and it spread out with a bang!

He flipped his hand and summoned Chongxuan Peak, pointing at Kunhai: "Fall!"

The Chongxuan Peak swelled in the wind and turned into a dark yellow mountain hundreds of feet in size. In a flash, it moved to the top of Kunhai and fell down with a bang, like a meteorite falling from the sky, covering the sky.

At the same time, his hands were covered with a layer of dark light, and the Zhuyan True Fire rose up. He flapped his wings, and his figure disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Kun Tong.

The expressions of several people changed suddenly. They didn't expect that Chen Yuan would dare to take the initiative to attack.

But they were either Nascent Soul cultivators or ninth-level demon kings, and they never relaxed for a moment and were always on guard.

Kun Hai was not surprised by Chen Yuan's sudden attack, but was delighted. He laughed wildly, "Well, you came. Do you really think I am a loser like Zhang Chao?"

His hands were also covered with a layer of dark light, but it was thinner than Chen Yuan's. A huge iron anchor appeared in his hands, and he swung it heavily, smashing it hard at Chongxuan Peak.

The iron anchor was about ten feet long, with a rusty chain wrapped around it in Kunhai's hand. There were many crisscrossing scratches on the iron-blue anchor, emitting waves of spatial fluctuations.

When Kunhai dropped an anchor, the heaven and earth seemed to be unable to bear the weight. Several gray-white cracks appeared faintly in the void and spread out in all directions.

boom!
The iron anchor hit the bottom of Chongxuan Peak. After just a moment of stalemate, Chongxuan Peak flew backwards.

This treasure is also extremely heavy, but it is still far inferior to this ancient iron anchor.

Kunhai's strength is so great that he can overturn rivers and seas and move mountains.

The iron anchor smashed Chongxuan Peak away, but it still had enough force to continue smashing towards Chen Yuan.

This is one of the two high-level magic weapons in Kunhai's hand. This anchor is an ancient relic with unknown origin. It is forged from the top-grade spiritual material, air-sinking iron. It contains rich spatial power and is extremely heavy.

Ao Fang secretly told Chen Yuan that there was once an eighth-level demon king who angered Kunhai. He was hit by an anchor and died on the spot, turning into a pool of meat paste. It was a horrible sight.

Even a ninth-level demon king wouldn't dare to be hit by an anchor, otherwise he would end up with broken bones and tendons.

But Chen Yuan had a blank expression on his face. He did not dodge or evade. He took out a crystal clear green flying sword, grasped the hilt, and slashed out with the sword.

The sword energy was overwhelming, the wind and clouds changed color, and the black fog shrouding the sky above the Demon Plain was torn apart by the sword light, revealing a ray of clarity that sprinkled on the earth.

The sword flashed, and the Zixu sword slashed on the anchor, leaving a deep scar.

The seemingly unstoppable anchor suddenly stopped in mid-air, and sword energy swept through the surrounding void, and the spreading gray-white cracks all became shattered.

Patriarch Yuntian's face suddenly changed: "Top-level flying sword!" Chen Yuan slashed out with the sword again, and the dark light from his right hand poured into the Zixu Sword. The blade was stained with a faint black edge, and the sword light flashed, heading straight for Kunhai.

Kunhai's face was also filled with shock at this time. He was no longer as arrogant and reckless as before. He madly used his magic power and performed the teleportation technique to avoid it.

The sword in Chen Yuan's hand was actually a top-level magic weapon, a top-level magic weapon that only great cultivators could wield with ease!
As soon as this sword came out, the sky and the earth changed color. It was obvious that all its power had been stimulated. How could the true energy in Chen Yuan's body be so pure?
The sword light passed by where Kunhai was, but it missed. He had teleported three hundred feet away and avoided the sword.

Kunhai was still in shock, but then Chen Yuan's figure flashed and appeared in front of Kunhai like a shadow. A powerful true energy poured into the Zixu sword, and another sword was slashed out.

Kun Hai wanted to hide again, but the moment Chen Yuan chased him, a white flame appeared out of thin air in his soul space, attached to his soul, and rose up violently.

A pain that was sharp enough to tear the soul apart came, accompanied by a brutal murderous intent rising from the bottom of his heart. Kunhai could still endure it, but it made him unable to perform the teleportation technique anymore.

The sword flashed across Kunhai's neck and cut off his head.

Kunhai's body froze in mid-air, and a demon pill shot up into the sky and flew away.

Chen Yuan put away the Zixu Sword, flapped his wings, and appeared in front of the demon pill like a ghost. He moved as fast as lightning and grabbed it in his hand.

The Zhuyan True Fire in his hand wrapped around the demon pill and burned fiercely.

A phantom of a Kun fish emerged from the demon pill and let out a howl, but it was as sad and distant as a song.

"Even if I die, I will never fall into your hands!"

A deep voice came from the mouth of the Kun fish phantom. The next moment, the Kun fish phantom exploded and turned into countless black streams of light, dissipating in all directions.

Chen Yuan frowned, and the Zhu Yan True Fire turned into sparks, wrapping around every bit of black light and burning it all into nothingness.

After Kunhai's soul exploded, he died completely. His body turned into a giant Kun fish, but it was cut off at the neck. The strange bird head also fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.

Chen Yuan shook his head, took out a wooden box from the mustard seed ring, put Kunhai's demon pill in it, pasted a soul-sealing talisman on it, and stored it into the space inside his body.

After doing all this, he raised his head and looked at Elder Gu and others, and said coldly: "What if Chen breaks through, what if he doesn't break through?"

Several people were stunned where they were. The rustling of their clothes in the cold wind from high in the sky was extremely harsh.

Patriarch Yuntian's eyes seemed a little dazed. He and Chen Yuan were the first to know each other. At the beginning, he made Chen Yuan respectful to him just by relying on his incarnation.

Unexpectedly, after only a hundred years, the cultivation level of the young cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage at that time had reached the same level as his. Without saying a word, he killed Kun Hai, the strongest among them.

Yang Liqian's face was filled with astonishment, just like Kunhai, whom he despised, without any cunning at all.

The huge scene when Chen Yuan formed his baby is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday.

More than thirty years is just a blink of an eye for a Nascent Soul cultivator, and Chen Yuan has actually broken through another bottleneck.

This is nothing. The flying sword in his hand with tremendous sword energy and Kunhai's body remind Yang Liqian all the time that he is no longer a match for Chen Yuan's sword.

Elder Gu, who was always calm and composed and seemed to be confident in his plans, finally changed his expression at this moment.

The yellow-haired old man had a look of horror on his face, his eyes wide open, staring at Kunhai's strange bird head that could not close its eyes after death.

Chen Yuan held the Purple Void Sword in his hand and slowly flew towards the yellow-haired old man. He said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Zong has really good acting skills. Your frank attitude before deceived me..."

The yellow-haired old man suddenly woke up, retreated violently, and begged for mercy: "Zong was confused for a moment, please spare my life, Taoist friend, spare my life!"

Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported in front of the yellow-haired old man. He struck out with lightning speed and punched out.

The yellow-haired old man was horrified. A shield flew out of his body and blocked in front of him, but it was only a mid-level magic weapon and was easily pierced by Chen Yuan's right hand wrapped in a black blade.

A long roar suddenly sounded, and the blue dragon that was connected to the yellow-haired old man's mind flew out of the spirit beast bag on his waist and opened its mouth to bite Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan did not dodge or evade. He grabbed the blue dragon's body with both hands, pulled it with force, and tore it into two halves!

The blue dragon's flesh and blood flew down, and the bloody smell was strong. The yellow-haired old man turned pale and spat out blood, taking the opportunity to escape hundreds of feet away.

Chen Run let go of the blue dragon's corpse, flapped his wings, and teleported in front of the yellow-haired old man, raising his hand to grab his neck.

The yellow-haired old man's pupils shrank, and he dared not act rashly again. He begged for mercy loudly: "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I am willing to offer my soul like Jinluo to be driven by you, and I will never betray you!"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "After Zhang Chao died, I wanted to take your life, but because you were respectful and honest, and had not done anything to harm me, I let you go. But I never thought that you were just pretending to be nice to me..."

"You have misunderstood, fellow Daoist. I surrender sincerely and have no intention of deceiving you!" the yellow-haired old man hurriedly explained.

"Oh? Why were you so fickle just now?" Chen Yuan's voice became colder.

The yellow-haired old man laughed dryly and said, "I saw that Kun Hai had joined forces with Elder Gu and the others. His reputation was too great. In addition, Elder Gu and Patriarch Yuntian were both mid-Nascent Soul cultivators. I thought... I thought that fellow Daoist would definitely not be his opponent, so... I had a fluke hope."

“If I had known that my friend was so powerful and had a top-level magic weapon in his hand, and that he was invincible under the great cultivators, no, even the great cultivators were no better than me, I would never have dared to have second thoughts.”

"I beg you to give me another chance. I am willing to be your slave for life and never betray you!"

"I hold a very high position in the Righteous Alliance, and I have a wide network of friends in the Jade Purity Sea. I know many people who are of the same faith, and they are far more useful than the golden cord..."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed and he slowly released his right hand.

The yellow-haired old man was overjoyed, but he did not dare to run away, otherwise Chen Yuan would catch up with him as long as he used the teleportation technique.

He smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment, Daoist friend. I will hand over my soul right away... Ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, the yellow-haired old man's eyes bulged and the smile froze on his face.

Chen Yuan slowly withdrew his left hand from his dantian. After releasing it, bits of flowing light dissipated into the air.

That was the last trace left after the yellow-haired old man's Nascent Soul was shattered.

Chen Yuan put away the mustard seed ring, looked at the reluctance and regret in the yellow-haired old man's eyes, and said calmly: "Daoyou, have you ever heard of the world where spilled water can be recovered?"

The body of the yellow-haired old man fell down. Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the mustard ring on his wrist into his hand. He flicked his finger and a firebird flew out, burning his body to ashes. (End of this chapter)