Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Feng's pupils suddenly turned into two points of golden light, and demonic energy rose into the sky.

He flipped his hand and took out a golden sculpture about a foot in size. It was carved with a lifelike golden-feathered eagle, which was looking up to the sky and howling, as if it was about to flap its wings and fly high, exuding a defiant air.

Jin Feng crushed the golden statue with one hand. A faint scream spread out, captivating everyone. The Nascent Soul cultivators who gathered from all directions couldn't help but tremble in their souls and slowed down their escape speed.

The five demon kings were greatly encouraged. The golden light wrapped around their bodies became brighter and their speed increased dramatically. Soon they flew dozens of miles away and fled to the outside of Jinling Island.

Then a dazzling golden light shot out from the golden sculpture and headed straight for the deepest part of Jinling Island, to the top of the two thousand feet high and steep peak.

Rumble!
A crack appeared on the top of the mountain, the earth shook, the sky collapsed, and the entire Jinling Island began to tremble.

Nearly half of the hundreds of steep peaks collapsed and broke, rocks rolled down, and countless low-level golden-winged eagles and various species of demon birds that had fainted died silently, without even having time to put up any resistance.

The golden eagle that had luckily survived flapped its wings vigorously, flew into the sky, and fled far away, wailing incessantly.

But Jin Feng no longer cared about all these. With a stern expression, he raised his hand and made a gesture. Two golden rays appeared in his eyes, burning like flames, dragging out dots of light.

The wild wind whistled past, and Jin Feng's robes rustled, but his body was firmly fixed in the sky, like a pillar supporting the sky.

He shouted, "Please ask the ancestors to kill the foreign enemies!"

Boo!
From the crack on the top of the mountain, a long roar that shook the sky was heard.

A golden-feathered eagle flapped its wings and flew out, its entire body made of golden light, looking a little illusory.

But it exuded a strong demonic aura, equivalent to that of a ninth-level demon king, illuminating the deep night above Jinling Island.

And this was just the beginning. Soon after, three more Golden-Feathered Eagle Ancestral Spirits flew out. Their aura was comparable to the first Golden-Feathered Eagle Ancestral Spirit. Their golden light was dazzling, as if four suns were in the sky.

Jin Feng was so decisive that he used the Golden-Winged Eagle clan's trump card without saying a word, and created four more ninth-level demon kings out of thin air!
Tianjizi's expression changed slightly. He certainly would not sit idly by and watch Jin Feng perform his tricks. He immediately put away the bronze mirror, took out a broken spear, and pointed: "Go!"

The broken spear was dark black in color, broken in the middle, but its surface was covered with dark red bloodstains. It looked ancient and weathered, and it must have experienced countless battles and drank countless blood.

Like the Broken Spear and the Purple Void Sword, they are both top-level magic weapons. They are extremely fast and emit a strong sharp aura. With a whistling sound, they arrive in front of Jin Feng in an instant.

Jin Feng had a solemn expression, but he did not call upon the ancestral spirits to resist. Instead, he flapped his wings and held them in front of him. The golden feathers were as hard as iron, forming a shield that emitted a dark golden light.

The broken spear pierced Jin Feng's wings, making a sound of metal clashing, which could be heard from several miles away.

Jin Feng flew backwards, but was unharmed, only his aura was slightly dimmed.

Turning wings into shields is the innate magical power of the Golden-winged Eagle clan. When displayed by Jin Feng, it is enough to resist top-level magical weapons.

But this is not a real defensive magic weapon after all. The broken spear sacrificed by Tianjizi is also a killing treasure that is famous in Yuqinghai. If it comes a few more times, Jin Feng will be seriously injured by the broken spear.

But what he needed was this moment of respite.

While being knocked away by the broken spear, Jin Feng took the opportunity to distance himself from Tianjizi and the magic spell in his hand changed again.

The four golden-winged eagle ancestral spirits did not pounce on Tianjizi and Chen Yuan, but flapped their wings, and their slightly illusory bodies burst out with a speed far exceeding that of a ninth-level demon king, and went straight to four mid-Nascent Soul cultivators, including Qingliu Jushi and Ningbing Zhenren.

At the same time, he secretly sent a message to the five demon kings who were fleeing in all directions: "The ancestral spirits will entangle these four people. You must not linger in the fight. Immediately use your life-threatening magical powers. As long as you escape, our clan still has a chance of survival! Remember, the backup plan we left behind is here..."

At this critical moment, Jin Feng remained calm and made the most correct choice in a split second, disregarding his own life and death.

When the island protection formation was destroyed, Tianjizi and Chen Yuan appeared on Jinling Island, seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly rushed out, and five demon kings of the clan died. Jin Feng realized that he would definitely die today.

Tianjizi would never let a tenth-level demon king like him go, and he had the help of Chen Yuan, whose strength was not inferior to that of a great cultivator. Under the siege of more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how many cards he had in his hand, he would not be able to escape.

Jin Luo's betrayal was too deadly. She knew almost all the secrets of the Golden-winged Eagle clan and had successively used schemes to eliminate five demon kings. The clan's strength was greatly weakened and it was impossible to recover.

The only thing we can do now is to help the five demon kings escape.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The Golden-winged Eagle clan has a profound foundation and controls a large area of ​​the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters. They have left behind several places of inheritance, which contain many resources for cultivation.

Outside Jinling Island, there are dozens of low-level tribesmen whose bloodlines are not pure enough.

As long as they have the protection of the Demon King and sufficient resources for cultivation, and with their powerful bloodline second only to that of dragons and Kun fish, one day the Golden-winged Eagle clan will be able to stand tall in the sea of ​​monsters again and regain their current reputation.

At worst, the Golden-winged Eagle clan could flee far away to the southern wilderness of Hanzhou and avoid the suppression of the other two royal families.

Even if it means enduring humiliation and living in misery, the bloodline must be continued.

All of this requires the five demon kings to escape from Jinling Island and activate those treasure troves, so that the Golden-winged Eagle clan can make a comeback.

The Tianji Sect’s attack was too sudden, and except for the clan leader Jin Feng, no one knew where the treasures were hidden.

He could only hastily send a message to the five demon kings, trying his best to block the pursuit for them.

As long as one demon king survives, the Golden-winged Eagle clan will still have a future.

……

The four golden-winged eagle ancestral spirits moved at an extremely fast speed and soon arrived in front of the four middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Jin Luo's face changed, and he hurriedly reminded loudly: "Four Daoists, be careful! These are the four level ten demon kings of our clan. When they died, they used secret techniques, using demon pills as their foundation and blood as their bond, to gather all their demon power and transform into ancestral spirits."

"He can display all the innate magical powers of his clan. His strength is comparable to that of the top ninth-level demon king, only slightly inferior to that of a tenth-level demon king. He can maintain this power for an hour. He is fearless and invincible!"

When the five demon kings saw that Jin Luo had revealed all the details of their ancestors, they were all furious, screaming and revealing deep hatred, but they did not dare to fight and fled even faster, rushing towards the few early Nascent Soul cultivators who had the weakest Qi.

Mr. Qingliu and two elders of the Tianji Sect who were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage all had solemn expressions. They immediately used their magical powers to attack the Golden-Winged Eagle ancestor spirit in front of them. At the same time, they summoned defensive magic weapons to protect themselves and were extremely alert.

But on Master Ningbing's indifferent and cold face, there was a barely perceptible smile. With a wave of her slender hand, snowflakes fell and icy spikes like rain, heading straight for the enemy.

Four mid-Nascent Soul cultivators were entangled with four Golden-Winged Eagle ancestral spirits. Due to Jinluo's reminder, although the four were not as strong as the ancestral spirits, except for True Man Ningbing, they were all extremely cautious and only slightly at a disadvantage.

Although Ning Bing Zhenren was a female cultivator, she had a very powerful ice attribute magical power, and she had reached the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, which was not inferior to the Golden Feathered Eagle Ancestral Spirit on the opposite side. However, while the four of them were entangled by the Ancestral Spirit, the three ninth-level demon kings among the five demon kings had no opponents.

The remaining thirteen early Nascent Soul cultivators all looked hesitant, slowed down their escape speed, gathered together, and joined forces to resist the three ninth-level demon kings who were risking their lives.

Although the ninth-level demon kings were strong, they were outnumbered and joined forces to barely block the way of the two ninth-level demon kings.

The two level eight demon kings were only slightly stronger than Jin Sheng, otherwise they would have already ruled the area on their own and would not have stayed on Jinling Island to practice, so they were stopped by Xiao Chengmo and Jin Luoheng.

Only the blond old man, who was only a step away from becoming a level 10 demon king, was the most alert. He went straight to Xinzhai Sanren and Mr. Chengli, who had the weakest auras.

The two of them were no match for an eighth-level demon king, let alone a ninth-level demon king. Their faces changed drastically, they stopped suddenly, and hurriedly moved aside.

Yuan Xiang on the side originally wanted to fight back, but the two men dispersed and he was unable to hold on alone, so he had to retreat to the side.

This was exactly what the blond old man wanted. He ignored the three people, flapped his wings, increased his speed a little, and rushed out from the gap.

Yuan Xiang was very anxious, and he quickly used the magic weapon in his hand to attack the golden-haired old man, shouting: "Fellow Taoists, quickly stop this beast, and don't let him escape!"

In Luoxia Palace, Chen Yuan told everyone the key to this battle: the demon king of the Golden-winged Eagle clan must not be allowed to escape.

Otherwise, once the Kunyu and Jiaolong tribes learned the news, they would surely come to support in large numbers.

Their intention was not to save the Golden-winged Eagle clan, but to take advantage of the right time and place to surround and kill everyone, so as to prevent the Golden-winged Eagle clan from being destroyed, the strength of the demon clan from being greatly reduced, and the strength of the human race from being increased.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the balance is broken and the demon race is not far from destruction.

As their own lives were in danger, three nearby Nascent Soul cultivators in the early stage immediately used their magical powers and weapons to attack.

Four Nascent Soul early stage cultivators came to attack, and even though the blond old man was a ninth level demon king, he did not dare to be careless.

He let out a long roar, his body shook, and he returned to his original form. He spread his wings, and golden light spread, turning into two huge wings of light, which closed together to protect his body.

This is also a magical power of transforming wings into shields, but it can only be used when the true form is revealed. It consumes a huge amount of demonic power and is more powerful than the magical power that Jin Feng just used.

Dangdangdang!

The wings of light formed by the gold element spiritual power are comparable to high-level gold element magic weapons, and their defensive capabilities are second only to earth element magic weapons. They blocked the attacks of four people.

But the blond old man's escape speed slowed down a lot. After retracting his light wings, he could only use the escape technique again and flee forward.

The four of them used their weak strength to attack the strong, and their offensive was blocked when they exerted all their strength. The true energy in their bodies was shaken, and they could not attack anymore for a while.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators were restrained by the other four demon kings and could hardly take action to stop them.

Seeing that the blond old man was about to escape, the other four entangled demon kings all showed joy on their faces.

Jin Feng was also alerted, and immediately locked all his spiritual consciousness on Tianjizi, ready to prevent him from trying to stop him.

Although Jin Feng used the technique of locking heaven and earth, Tianjizi was able to conceal even the fluctuations of his own natal lamp. His methods were strange and unpredictable. Jin Feng was afraid that he would use some more magical powers and cut off the last way of life for the Golden-Winged Eagle clan.

But Tianjizi remained indifferent and had no intention of taking action at all.
He turned to look at Chen Yuan, who was standing aside and had not made a move, and was about to be forgotten by several demon kings. He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, please take action and capture this beast."

Jin Feng's heart sank inexplicably. Chen Yuan nodded slightly. A pair of broad black wings stretched out from behind him, almost blending into the night, deep and mysterious.

The next moment, Chen Yuan flapped his wings, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, appearing a thousand feet away, almost out of the range of Jin Feng's technique of locking the heaven and earth.

Jin Feng's pupils shrank. Chen Yuan could actually ignore his technique of locking heaven and earth!
The pair of black wings behind Chen Yuan and the fluctuations emanating from him were so familiar. It was clearly the teleportation ability of the Kun fish clan.

But among the entire Kunyu clan, only Kunyang could ignore his technique of locking heaven and earth.

The spatial fluctuations generated when Chen Yuan performed the teleportation technique were even more powerful than Kunyang's!

Jin Feng was deeply shocked, but as a level 10 demon king with rich experience in fighting, he did not delay at all. He immediately flapped his wings and rushed forward.

Chen Yuan only used the teleportation technique once and then changed to flying. However, his speed was much faster than the Golden-Winged Eagle Demon King of the same level, so Jin Feng found it difficult to get close to him for a while.

He was very anxious and raised his hand to throw out a golden short spear. Like the broken spear in Tianjizi's hand, it was also a top-level magic weapon. It was extremely sharp and cut through the sky, heading straight towards Chen Yuan.

Tianjizi said calmly: "The winner has not yet been decided between me and Daoist Fellow Jin, so please stay."

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and hundreds of scales on the scale armor shield in front of him stood up and flew down from the shield.

At the same time, a phantom of a dragon flew out from the shield and roared towards the sky.

Hundreds of scales spun around and covered the phantom, transforming into a dragon that flew in front of Chen Yuan and blocked the golden short spear.

This scale shield is made from the demon core, scales, dragon bones, and dragon tendons of a ninth-level dragon demon king. It is extremely impressive among top-level magic weapons, and its defensive capabilities are strong enough to rank among the top three in the entire Yuqing Sea.

The golden short spear was blocked, and Chen Yuan was no longer hindered. It only took him a few breaths to fly several miles away and escape from the range of Jin Feng's technique of locking the heaven and earth.

At this time, the blond old man had already escaped from the gap and fled to Jinling Island dozens of miles away.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. He flapped his wings and flashed. After a dozen breaths, he crossed a distance of hundreds of miles and caught up with the golden-haired old man.

He took one step and it covered a thousand feet, which was more than six miles. No matter how fast the blond old man ran, he could not escape.

Chen Yuan came in front of the blond old man, covered his hands with black blades, and punched out with a loud sound of breaking through the air.

The blond old man looked at Chen Yuan in front of him, despair revealed in his eagle eyes. Even Master Yu Hai couldn't do anything to Chen Yuan, so what could he do?
But the survival of the tribe depends on him, so he can only fight with all his might.

The blond old man let out a long roar towards the sky, then flapped his wings. The golden feathers on his body exploded, like countless golden flying swords, turning into a golden blade storm and shooting towards Chen Yuan.

At the critical moment of life and death, he used the life-saving magic of the Golden Feathered Eagle clan. If he fails, he will die! (End of this chapter)