Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The blond old man ultimately failed and died unwillingly.

He made a life-threatening gesture, but in the face of the huge gap in strength, everything was in vain.

To be on the safe side, Chen Yuan used the devouring technique and easily blocked the blond old man's life-saving ability.

The blond old man still did not give up and wanted to engage in close combat with Chen Yuan.

After the battle between Chen Yuan and Master Yu Hai, his reputation soared. The news that he had killed Kun Feng, Kun Tong and Kun Hai one after another spread throughout the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters.

As the second elder of the Golden-winged Eagle clan, the blond old man certainly knew that Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator with a strong physique, not inferior to that of a tenth-level demon king.

But he still rushed forward in a tragic manner, with determination in his sharp eagle eyes. His bald body no longer looked ugly after the golden feathers exploded.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain. If it were a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, Chen Yuan would have to work harder.

However, when encountering a ninth-level demon king who also relies on the physical body, he is able to defeat the opponent with his strength.

In order to avoid any further trouble, Chen Yuan activated Zhu Yan's true blood, and his physical strength increased again by a small amount. He suppressed the blond old man forcefully, and then he took out the Zixu Sword and slashed with it, killing the blond old man on the spot.

As soon as the blond old man died, Chen Yuan changed his offensive. He vibrated his wings and teleported in front of another ninth-level demon king. With the cooperation of several other early Nascent Soul cultivators, he easily killed him.

The remaining three Golden-Feathered Eagle Demon Kings lost their morale, were dispirited, and no longer had any fighting spirit.

Even the strongest blond old man was no match for Chen Yuan. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape death.

Jin Feng was entangled by Tianjizi. He remained silent, with a cold expression, like a piece of stubborn stone. He watched Chen Yuan behead the last ninth-level demon king with a single sword.

He was decisive. Seeing that things were hopeless, he resolutely gave up Jinling Island and all the low-level tribesmen, and personally covered their retreat, creating a chance for the five demon kings to escape, just to ensure that the bloodline of the Golden-winged Eagle clan would continue.

But Chen Yuan gathered 17 Nascent Soul cultivators, used the majority to defeat the minority, and with Jin Luo as an internal supporter, he first clipped off the wings and then destroyed the island protection formation. His plan was perfect and he succeeded in one fell swoop.

The trend is hard to go against, and in the face of the huge gap in strength, the Golden-winged Eagle clan has fallen into a desperate situation.

After Chen Yuan killed the last ninth-level demon king, he controlled the Zixu Sword and took out the demon cores from the bodies of three ninth-level demon kings one after another, put them into the mustard seed ring, and left the demon beast materials to everyone.

The remaining two eighth-level demon kings were struggling to hold on under the siege of a group of Nascent Soul cultivators and were already showing signs of defeat, but Chen Yuan did not intervene.

He turned around and flew towards Tianjizi and Jinfeng who were fighting, and said loudly: "Daoyou Tianji, I'm here to help you!"

Tianjizi's eyes flashed, and he said, "I can still handle it. Why don't you help Qingliu and Ningbing to get rid of the four ancestral spirits first?"

Chen Yuan's speed did not slow down, and he said with a smile: "The ancestors don't need to worry, let's capture Jin Feng first to avoid more trouble at night."

He was determined to obtain Jin Feng's tenth-level demon pill. If he didn't intervene now, when would he intervene?

Tianjizi frowned and stopped trying to persuade him, but his attack became even more fierce.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting and laughing freely, and did not take him seriously at all, Jin Feng laughed in anger and said coldly: "I would like to experience the methods of the two Taoist friends!"

Chen Yuan sneered: "Fellow Daoist Jin, you have misunderstood. I have gone to great lengths to attack Jinling Island, but I am not here to spar with you."

He turned around and called out, "Master, Senior Brother Zhuge, Fellow Daoist Xiao, Fellow Daoist Yuan... Everyone, attack together and kill Jin Feng quickly!"

Jin Feng was stunned, and a group of free early Nascent Soul cultivators, after hearing Chen Yuan's call, turned around and rushed over, joining the siege of Jin Feng.

Chen Yuan also showed no mercy. His hands were covered with condensed deep black blades, and the slightly illusory Zhuyan True Fire rose up. He flapped his wings and rushed towards Jin Feng.

Faced with the siege of the crowd, Jin Feng immediately fell into a disadvantage and was in a miserable state.

Facing Tianjizi alone, he was able to handle it with ease, and even had a slight advantage thanks to his strong physique.

Tianjizi’s cultivation was also very profound, but the bronze mirror was mysterious. After being refined by Tianjizi, it needed to be constantly warmed and nurtured, which was quite a burden.

He only had two top-level magic weapons in his hands, and his magical powers were rather mediocre. Against Jin Feng, he could at best maintain a situation of neither winning nor losing.

But with the addition of Chen Yuan, whose strength is comparable to that of a great cultivator, and seven or eight Nascent Soul early stage cultivators, Jin Feng would find it difficult to resist.

A few cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage were no match for Jin Feng.

But now he needs to deal with Chen Yuan and Tianjizi at the same time. Every attack from these people can bring great pressure to Jin Feng.

The mid-level magic weapons and mediocre magical powers that Jin Feng had never taken seriously in the past now made him miserable.

He was defeated step by step and could only rely on his strong body to hold on, but he was still suppressed by Chen Yuan.

A human cultivator, whose physical body is comparable to that of a tenth-level demon king, only slightly inferior to him.

The Golden-winged Eagle blood in his body is pure and condensed, and his body is inherently stronger than that of the monsters of the same level. He has also spent thousands of years nurturing his body and taken countless body-tempering elixirs to have this extremely strong body.

The human race's bloodline is so mediocre, and Chen Yuan's practice time is so short, why can he possess such tremendous power?
His pair of black wings are very similar to those of the Kunyu clan. The black light covering his arms is clearly the black blade magic of the Kunyu clan.

But there is not a trace of demonic aura in him, and he is definitely not a hybrid of human and demon.

Moreover, even if it was the ninth level demon king of the Kunyu clan, there was no way he could ignore Jin Feng's technique of locking the heaven and earth.

When Chen Yuan performed the teleportation technique, his control over the power of space was even not inferior to Kunyang.

When his black hair turned pure white, he used some kind of magical power, and his body became slightly stronger out of thin air.

Jin Feng was secretly shocked. If he were to fight Chen Yuan alone, he would still be confident that he could gain the upper hand.

After all, Chen Yuan was only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Although his body was strong, it could not compare to his accumulation of thousands of years.

But Tianjizi locked up this world, so Jin Feng couldn't use the teleportation technique, but Chen Yuan could come and go freely, which doubled his pressure.

Under the siege of everyone, Jin Feng quickly fell into a disadvantage and was in danger.

But he was not the kind of man who would sit there and wait for death. He let out a long roar towards the sky, transformed into his original form, and displayed the life-saving power of the Golden-winged Eagle clan. The golden feathers all over his body exploded, forcing everyone back. Then he flapped his wings and flew into the depths of the Golden Spirit Island.

Chen Yuan had been on guard against Jin Feng's escape from Jinling Island, but he did not expect that he would voluntarily fall into a desperate situation and he was unable to stop him.

Seeing this, Jin Luo said anxiously, "That's where our clan's treasure house is. Stop him quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce. He flapped his wings, teleported in front of Jin Feng, and punched him.

At the same time, he urged the true energy in his body, and Jin Feng felt a sharp pain in his soul, and his body couldn't help but stagnate.

Zhu Yan's true fire had already quietly entered his soul space and had been burning his soul, but it was slightly insufficient for the tenth-level demon king and could not have much impact on Jin Feng. At this time, Chen Yuan tried his best and finally made Jin Feng's soul hurt, slowing down for a moment.

Jin Feng endured the pain and grabbed with one claw to block the attack.

Chen Yuan was slightly weaker and flew out backwards.

But the huge recoil force also stopped Jin Feng's escape. The crowd chased him from behind and were about to surround him again.

Jin Feng's eyes turned cold, and the power of his soul surged, wrapping around the white flame attached to his soul and suppressing it tightly.

Then he let out a long roar towards the sky, and a blood mist suddenly burst out from his body. His aura surged, and his escape speed increased dramatically. He actually rushed out from the crowd.

Jin Luo cried out in surprise, "This is the blood burning technique! He has burned the blood in his body. Stop him quickly! He is not going to destroy the treasure pavilion, he is going to activate the formation, destroy the spirit veins, and let the entire Jinling Island sink into the sea!"

Chen Yuan steadied his body. Upon hearing this, his expression became serious. Two silver lights appeared faintly in his eyes, and his aura fluctuated slightly, as if the sea was about to rise in tide and could erupt with huge waves at any time.

But at this moment, Tianjizi suddenly took out the ancient bronze mirror and shook it slightly.

The bronze mirror gave off a mysterious wave, and a beam of white light shot out from the mirror, shining on Jin Feng.

At this moment, the world seemed to stop. Jin Feng's body stiffened and his movements slowed down dozens of times, as if he had frozen.

But Chen Yuan was not affected by this. He reacted immediately, the two silver lights in his eyes disappeared, and he flapped his wings, rushed forward, and blocked Jin Feng.

The white beam of light disappeared, Jin Feng lost the chance to break out of the encirclement, and also lost his last strength to resist.

All the arrangements made by the Golden-winged Eagle clan on Jinling Island need to be personally initiated by him, the clan leader.

But now he was trapped by everyone, with Chen Yuan and Tianjizi holding him back. Even if he burned his bloodline, he would fail. There would be no second chance.

The successive patriarchs of the Golden-winged Eagle clan might never have thought that a traitor like Jin Luo would appear in their clan, and that their descendants would be trapped on the Jinling Island, unable to escape.

The two eighth-level demon kings died one after another in the siege. The golden-winged eagle on the island, which had not yet transformed, also suffered heavy casualties and wailed continuously under the impact of the magical powers and treasures.

But Jin Feng still did not give up. He charged left and right, and even nearly inflicted heavy damage on the early Nascent Soul cultivators who were besieging him several times.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan was still able to use the teleportation technique under the forbidden heaven and earth, and acted in time to save several frightened monks.

Under the siege of the crowd, even though Jin Feng was a level ten demon king with an extremely strong body, he also became covered with scars.

He tried to fight back several times, but was either stopped by Chen Yuan or illuminated by Tianjizi's bronze mirror, causing his body to freeze instantly and be suppressed again.

After three hours of fierce fighting, Jinling Island was in ruins.

The four ancestral spirits had exhausted all their demonic power, and Mr. Qingliu and his three companions also joined the siege on Jin Feng. He was already at the end of his rope.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he took out the Zixu Sword and shook his wrist: "Cut!"

The sword energy was overwhelming, and the sword light as thin as a cicada's wing flew out and passed through Jin Feng's neck.

Jin Feng's huge body suddenly stiffened, his head slowly slid down, and a golden demon pill flew out of his body.

Jin Feng's cold voice resounded through the night sky: "Even if I die today, you will never get my demon pill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light shone on the demon pill, which suddenly expanded and emitted an extremely violent wave.

Everyone's faces changed drastically. The tenth-level demon king exploded his demon pill. Except for Chen Yuan and Tianjizi, everyone else would be seriously injured!

At this moment, Tianjizi took action again. He pointed at the bronze mirror and a white beam of light shot out from the mirror, freezing the demon pill.

Chen Yuan seized the opportunity, flapped his wings, teleported in front of the demon pill, grabbed it, and the Zhu Yan True Fire rose up violently, wrapping the demon pill, and true energy gushed out.

Jin Feng's soul that escaped into the demon pill was burned by Zhu Yan's true fire. His mind was in chaos, and the rapidly expanding demon pill stopped.

At the same time, Chen Yuan's true essence poured into the demon pill, shattering Jin Feng's soul.

The demon pill flickered a few times, then slowly calmed down, and the violent fluctuations slowly dissipated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Tianjizi and Chen Yuan joined forces to suppress the self-explosion of Jinfeng Demon Pill, and also caused the complete demise of this level ten demon king who was once the most powerful in the sea of ​​demons.

Chen Yuan's spiritual sense swept through the Golden Feng Demon Pill, feeling the huge and pure demonic power contained within it. A smile appeared on his face, and he directly absorbed it into the space within his body.

When Tianjizi saw this, his eyes flashed, but he did not say anything to stop it.

The matter had already been decided, the Golden Feng Demon Pill belonged to Chen Yuan.

Tianjizi originally had some ideas, but when Jin Feng risked his life, the two silver lights that flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes made him inexplicably feel a sense of palpitations, and he buried this idea in his heart.

He has been holding the ancient bronze mirror for hundreds of years and has spied on the secrets of heaven several times. He has also developed a mysterious sense and feels that if he attacks Chen Yuan today, something unexpected may happen.

After Jin Feng died, his body fell down.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and shot his mustard seed ring over, then looked up at Tianjizi: "Jin Feng is dead. According to the agreement, Chen will accept the demon pill, but the treasure in his mustard seed ring will belong to you."

"However, all of you Taoist friends helped in the siege and killing of Jin Feng. If he has any magical skills, everyone needs to have a copy. What do you think, Taoist Tianji?"

Tianjizi smiled slightly and said, "As you said, we have already agreed that everyone in the Golden Feathered Eagle Clan can make a copy of the jade slips they have. The jade slip in Jin Feng's hand is naturally included in this list."

When everyone heard this, they all showed joy on their faces. Although they could not get a share of the treasure in Jin Feng's hand, the jade slips collected by the tenth-level demon king must be extraordinary items, so it was also a great gain.

Chen Yuan nodded, folded his wings behind him, and the Zhuyan True Fire rose, wiping out the remaining spiritual imprint on the mustard seed ring.

Then his white hair turned back to black, the pressure from the middle Nascent Soul stage disappeared, and with a flick of his finger, the mustard seed ring flew towards Tianjizi.

Tianjizi also put away his bronze mirror, dragon-scale shield, broken spear and other magic weapons. He raised his hand to catch the mustard seed ring and found that the imprint of Jin Feng's spiritual consciousness had been removed. He couldn't help but look at Chen Yuan with surprise.

He spread out his spiritual sense and probed into the mustard seed ring. His expression moved slightly, and then he raised his sleeve and flicked it, and several treasures appeared in front of him.

There aren't many things that Jin Feng would be interested in. When everyone looked up, they saw top-grade spirit stones, three thousand year old spirit herbs, top-grade magic weapons, top-grade spirit materials... They were all very exciting.

But these treasures had nothing to do with them. Everyone's eyes finally fell on the three jade slips, with anticipation in their eyes.

Tianjizi took the three jade slips in his hand and probed inside with his spiritual sense. In front of everyone's gaze, his expression changed continuously.

After a full quarter of an hour, Tianjizi withdrew his consciousness, stared at the most ancient jade slip, and said in a deep voice: "My greatest gain this time may be in this jade slip." (End of this chapter)