Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Qinghong smiled sweetly, but her hands moved quickly.

She held out a light green brocade handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks entwined around their necks, twin lotus flowers and intertwined green branches. It fluttered in the wind and was held in front of her.

But Kunjue used the art of teleportation and arrived in front of Qinghong in the blink of an eye. His hands were covered with a thin but sharp black blade, and his moves were as fast as a knife, stabbing straight into the brocade handkerchief.

The pair of mandarin ducks flapped their wings and flew out from the brocade handkerchief, twin lotus flowers bloomed quietly, and the brocade handkerchief burst into a three-foot-long pink light.

The black blade pierced into the pink spiritual light like a magic weapon cutting through tofu, and instantly penetrated more than three feet, almost touching the surface of the brocade handkerchief.

The intertwined green branches spread out from the brocade handkerchief and entangled Kunjue's arm, finally blocking it.

The black blade cut the intertwined branches into pieces, but endless intertwined branches grew out on the brocade scarf, preventing Kun Jue from making any progress.

Seeing Kunjue's fierce attack, Qinghong raised her eyebrows and took out a celadon bottle.

Embroidered on the bottle is a naked woman with rosy red lips and a graceful figure. She is posing and seems to be completely lost in desire, with an expression of ecstasy.

With a flick of her red jade hand, a faint pink mist emerged from the bottle and quickly spread out, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet around her, including Kun Jue.

Kun Jue suddenly felt a burning desire. Qinghong seemed to have turned into the most beautiful woman in the world. He would be willing to die just to have a taste of her beauty.

Fortunately, he had a long life and rich experience in fighting, so he immediately suppressed the desire in his heart, stretched out the wings behind him and protected himself.

But this moment of distraction was enough for Qinghong to raise her hand and throw out a brocade rope to tie Kunjue up.

Kunjue acted decisively and used the Devouring Technique, which caused the feathers on the wings that overlapped in front of him to emit a black light.

The brocade rope bound Kunjue, but the sparkling luster on it suddenly disappeared and slid down.

Kun Jue broke free and did not dare to delay. He flapped his wings and teleported hundreds of feet away.

Qinghong frowned and raised her hand to call back the silk rope: "As expected of the second elder of the Kunyu clan, I have used all my tricks but still cannot do anything to the second elder.

Kun Jue looked at the pink mist with a bit of fear in his eyes, and said coldly: "The charm technique of Zhu Yan Bai Gu Sect is indeed unparalleled in the world. Even I almost fell for it."

"Where are the other elders of the Zhuyan White Bone Sect? Since they want to attack my demon clan, why hide their heads and show their tails!"

Qing Hong smiled sweetly: "Second Elder guessed wrong, our sect is weak and we dare not cause trouble."

She glanced at Chen Yuan, and the smile on her face became even more intense: "It's just that I have to be braver. I have already promised Fellow Daoist Chen that the Second Elder cannot leave Beiming Island before the war is over."

"If the Second Elder wants to escape with the treasure, he must first pass this test of mine."

Kunjue's face darkened: "You're looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, he flapped his wings, teleported in front of Qinghong again, and raised his hand to grab her.

Qinghong smiled sweetly, but her eyes were extremely solemn. The brocade handkerchief shone brightly and protected her body.

Although her cultivation was one level higher than Kunjue's (note), Kunjue's demon body was strong and he had mastered the art of teleportation, so she did not dare to be careless at all.

The two men were entangled with each other, and the demon kings became even more depressed when they saw that human cultivators had sneaked into Beiming Island.

However, the human race's Yuanying was overjoyed and its attack became even more fierce.

When Qinghong showed up, Sima Long was extremely surprised. When he saw her mention Chen Yuan, he immediately sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Did Daoist Chen let Daoist Qinghong sneak into Beiming Island?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "It's just a coincidence."

When he saw Yuan Kong, he knew that Qinghong was also on Beiming Island.

She had finally gained control of a transformed demon king. In order to protect Yuan Kong, she even risked covering up Kunsong's death. How could she let Yuan Kong leave Yaoguang Island alone?

Chen Yuan secretly sent a message to Yuan Kong, and indeed received a response from Qinghong.

After becoming a great monk, his spiritual awareness could extend four hundred miles, surpassing that of monks of the same level.

The great monks and two level-ten demon kings present were unable to detect the secret communication between him and Qinghong.

When Chen Yuan asked, Qinghong told him about her and Yuan Kong's experience of coming to Beiming Island, and expressed her willingness to help Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan asked her to entangle Kun Jue, and drove Yuan Kong to attack and kill other transformed demon kings to further weaken the strength of the demon clan.

Qinghong was originally a human cultivator, and when she saw that Chen Yuan was supported by four great cultivators, she knew that the demon clan would be defeated, so she agreed immediately without any conditions.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan deliberately avoided Yuan Kong when he used Zhu Yan's true fire to attack the enemy.

Qinghong was also very clever. She controlled Yuan Kong to pretend that his soul was burning, without revealing any flaws.

As soon as the battle started, she ordered Yuan Kong to attack and kill Kun Tie, and personally stopped Kun Jue who was trying to escape.

……

Sima Long's heart trembled. Among the ten major sects, there were only three demonic sects: Xuanyin Sect, Xueyan Sect, and Zhuyan Baigu Sect. The cultivators of the three sects were very familiar with each other.

Qinghong is one of the only three mid-Nascent Soul cultivators in the Zhuyan Baigu Sect. She has met Sima Long several times and they have a close friendship.

However, under Chen Yuan's arrangement, such a demonic cultivator sneaked into Beiming Island without anyone noticing, without revealing any information.

In Sima Long's heart, Chen Yuan became more and more unfathomable, and he no longer dared to look down on him.

But he soon had no time to take care of this matter, because Ao Mei was a long-established level 10 demon king, with a strength enough to overturn the sea.

The pale blue spear in his hand was indestructible. He charged left and right. Tianjizi was not good at fighting, so it was extremely difficult for him to deal with it.

Sima Long hurriedly calmed his mind and fought the enemy side by side with Tianjizi.

Chen Yuan no longer looked at Qinghong who was fighting with Kunjue, nor did he care about the level ten demon king who was blocked by four great monks.

He flapped his wings and teleported to Ning Bing's side a thousand feet away.

She was fighting with Ao Li, and was at a disadvantage and struggling.

Although the two have similar cultivation bases, Ao Li's physique is strong, and the blue dragon blood in his body is extremely pure. His water-attributed magical powers are superb, and he suppressed Ning Bing firmly.

But when he saw Chen Yuan coming, Ao Li's expression changed and he immediately stepped back. Ning Bing finally had a chance to catch his breath.

Chen Yuan looked at Ao Li and said coldly, "Let me deal with this monster. You can go and help other Taoists."

After Kuntie's death, the demon clan lost three level eight demon kings. Excluding two level ten demon kings, there were still thirty-three transformed demon kings.

The human race had fewer people, and two Nascent Soul cultivators were ordered by Chen Yuan to travel to Jiaosheng Island to monitor the movements of the Jiaolong clan.

There were only twenty-six Nascent Soul cultivators outside Beiming Island, and four great cultivators were dealing with two level ten demon kings. Chen Yuan had not taken action yet. Even with Yuan Kong included, there were only twenty-two combat forces. They were quickly at a disadvantage against the transformed demon kings with powerful physical bodies.

Physical cultivators are naturally stronger than magic cultivators of the same level. A low-level physical cultivator can even fight ten people at once, not to mention the transformed demon kings whose bodies are naturally strong.

However, after the formation of the infant, the magical powers displayed by the magic cultivators have become more mysterious, and the magic weapons have become more powerful, so the advantages of the physical cultivators have been weakened a lot. But it is not difficult to fight two people alone, and there are even cases of fighting three people alone.

Above the stage of spiritual transformation, the cultivators of law can mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth, and the gap between them and the cultivators of body will be further narrowed.

However, after Chen Yuan locked this world, the demon king of the Kunyu clan was unable to use the technique of teleportation and his strength was greatly reduced.

The skills cultivated by the elders of the three major sects are extraordinary. Their magical powers and magic weapons are far beyond those of ordinary people. Their true essence is pure and strong, and they can easily deal with demon kings of the same level. However, they find it a little difficult to deal with the demon kings of the two royal families.

Moreover, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, unless one's strength far exceeds that of cultivators of the same level, it is easy to suppress but difficult to defeat, and killing is even more difficult.

Although the human cultivators were at a disadvantage, they were still able to hold on, but the scene was a little ugly.

But if this continues, the human cultivators will eventually be defeated, and the five great cultivators will need to free up their hands as soon as possible to reverse the trend.

Now that Chen Yuan finally made a move, Ning Bing immediately turned around to rush to help Xiao Chengmo, who was in danger as he faced an eighth-level blue dragon demon king.

Ao Li no longer cared about Ning Bing. He stared at Chen Yuan with an extremely serious expression.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Are you Ao Li, the leader of the blue dragon lineage in the dragon clan?"

A trace of fear flashed across Ao Li's eyes: "I have not offended you, fellow Taoist. Could you please show some mercy..."

Chen Yuan interrupted, "Thirty years ago, did you force a female cultivator from the Tianji Sect who had reached the Jindan stage to be your concubine?"

Ao Li was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile: "I... I don't remember."

Chen Yuan said coldly: "She is Ningbi's apprentice. You failed to force her and beat her severely. Do you remember now?"

Ao Li was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his pupils shrank: "I am blind and don't know the mountains. I have offended you, Taoist friend. I will definitely offer you a heavy gift to make amends..."

Chen Yuan sneered: "It's too late, she is my Taoist partner, you will definitely die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, and a cluster of red fire suddenly rose from his palm.

"what!"

Ao Li howled miserably, his face looking extremely ferocious.

His soul was wrapped by the sudden white flames, and the originally thick blue dragon soul became thin at an extremely alarming speed.

He hurriedly gathered his spiritual power and rushed towards the strange white flame, but it was like a drop in the bucket and was of no use.

Before the elders of the three major sects showed up, Chen Yuan used the Zhuyan True Fire to suppress thirty-eight transformed demon kings, Ao Li being among them.

However, Zhu Yan's true fire was divided into thirty-eight rays, and Chen Yuan had to worry about the consumption of his true energy, so he was unable to unleash its full power.

Now he only had to deal with Ao Li, and he attacked in anger. The power of Zhu Yan's True Fire increased greatly, and Ao Li was unable to resist it at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and flashed in front of Ao Li, like the Kun fish demon king. He covered his hands with a layer of black blades and raised his hands to grab him.

Ao Li had been fighting against monsters at sea for thousands of years and was very experienced. He was always alert and reacted immediately. His right hand turned into a thick dragon's front paw and blocked in front of him.

However, his soul was burned, his mind was lost, and his demonic power was sluggish. It was too late for him to use other means.

Chen Yuan grabbed Ao Li's right arm, his five fingers were like knives, and he clenched it tightly. With a flash of black light, he directly cut off his right claw!
The pain of the broken hand penetrated deep into his bones, intertwined with the pain of the burning soul. Ao Li's facial features twisted, knowing that he had reached a critical moment of life and death. He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of dark blue and almost black light, shooting it towards Chen Yuan's face.

Chen Yuan did not dodge or evade. A black wing suddenly stretched out from behind him, as fast as lightning, blocking in front of him.

The dark light swirled and turned into a small vortex.

The black light shot into the vortex and quickly dimmed. The power contained in it was completely swallowed up by the vortex, revealing its original form, which was actually a flying knife emitting a sinister demonic aura.

When Ao Li saw that the flying knife he relied on as his trump card failed, his face changed and his body shook, ready to transform into the original form of the blue dragon and fight for his life.

But Chen Yuan refused to retreat and took the hit from the flying knife, intending to completely cut off Ao Li's chance of survival.

He flipped his hand and took out the Zixu Sword, and with a flash of cold light, he cut off Ao Li's head!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spurting three feet high. Chen Yuan gently flapped the wings behind him, and a strong wind whistled, blowing away the falling blood rain.

But Ao Li did not die at that. A deep blue demon pill flew out of his body, turned into a blue stream of light, and flew away into the distance.

Chen Yuan shook off the dragon's blood stained on the Zixu Sword and put it into his dantian. He grabbed the dragon's thick right claw with one hand, flapped his wings, and teleported to the front of the demon pill, then raised his hand to grab it.

"Fellow Taoist, please spare my life..."

A small blue dragon spirit flew out from the demon pill, its eyes full of fear, and its oppressive dragon roar was very sharp and trembling constantly.

Chen Yuan sneered, raised his hand mercilessly and crushed the blue dragon's spirit into pieces.

Ao Li's voice came to an abrupt end. The leader of the Blue Dragon lineage, the ninth-level demon king who had been in the Ten Thousand Demon Sea for thousands of years and whose evil name spread throughout the entire demon clan, died.

His body finally turned into its original form, the mighty blue dragon body, but now it had lost its head and one right claw, and half of its body was dyed red with blood. It looked particularly miserable as it fell into the sea.

Chen Yuan ignored him and took off the mustard seed ring on Ao Li's right claw and put it away together with the demon pill.

He flapped his wings and teleported in front of the dark blue flying knife that was hanging in the air and trembling constantly. He put it away, then raised his eyes and looked at the human Yuanying who was engaged in a tough battle.

The transformed demon kings who were fighting fiercely with the human cultivators on all sides felt a deep chill in their hearts when they saw Chen Yuan's eyes sweeping over them, and they immediately withdrew their attacks.

However, the Nascent Soul cultivator opposite them showed a look of joy, and quickly used some means to entangle the demon king who wanted to escape.

Ao Mei's face looked very ugly. Ao Li, whom he had high hopes for, was also a leader among the nine-level demon kings. However, he died at the hands of Chen Yuan in just a few breaths. The Blue Dragon lineage suffered a severe blow.

Even if he took action personally, he would not be able to kill Ao Li in such a short time and remain unharmed.

This is not a great cultivator dealing with a ninth-level demon king at all, but rather like a Nascent Soul cultivator wantonly slaughtering low-level demon beasts that have yet to transform!

If it weren't for the genuine late Nascent Soul aura in Chen Yuan's body and the fact that he hadn't mobilized the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, Ao Mei would even have mistaken him for a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Kunyang's expression was even more gloomy. He regretted very much at this moment that he had only sent Kun Tong to Jiuxianzhou to hunt down Chen Yuan instead of taking action himself to eliminate this powerful enemy early.

But if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that a Jindan cultivator from a hundred years ago would now possess strength far exceeding that of a great cultivator?
The four great monks became more and more powerful, their attacks became more and more fierce, and they firmly suppressed the two level ten demon kings.

Chen Yuan did not delay for too long. He soon saw Ao Fang who was fighting fiercely with Master Qingliu. He flapped his wings and teleported to the side of Master Qingliu.

Ao Fang's face darkened. He raised his hand to smash several ink weapons that were shot at him, and then retreated violently.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Qingliu shook his wrist, and his pen moved like a dragon. A river of ink quickly took shape and rushed towards the sea of ​​fire in front of Ao Fang.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I hope Demon King Ao Fang is doing well. Back then, the Demon King issued a warrant without any reason and offered a reward for Chen's head, which has not been invalidated to this day."

"Chen is right in front of the demon king now. Why is the demon king retreating?"

As he spoke, he flapped his wings and teleported in front of Ao Fang, stopping him.

Ao Fang's expression suddenly changed, and his hands turned into ferocious dragon claws. He swung down heavily, and was about to crush Chen Yuan's thin body.

But Chen Yuan raised his fist to meet it, easily blocking Ao Fang's dragon claw without moving at all.

Instead, Ao Fang, who was as strong as an iron tower, flew backwards, his two dragon claws were almost broken, and blood gushed out.

Chen Yuan took three bottles of body-tempering elixirs in Taiming Sect and also refined a bottle of black bone jade muscle ointment, which greatly strengthened his body.

In terms of physical strength alone, Chen Yuan is on par with Jin Feng back then, only weaker than Ao Mei and Kunyang who are famous for their physical strength. He is far from being comparable to Ao Fang, a ninth-level demon king.

At the same time, Zhu Yan's true fire quietly invaded Ao Fang's soul space, burning his soul.

Ao Fang's character was much stronger than Ao Li's, but facing the severe pain coming from deep within his soul, he still growled in pain and his mind became confused.

Chen Yuan took out the Zixu Sword, flapped his wings, flashed to Ao Fang's side, and slashed him with the sword.

But Ao Fang was not Ao Li. He did not panic at all at the moment of life and death, nor did he beg for mercy. He raised his left arm to block in front of him.

The Zixu Sword cut into Ao Fang's right arm several inches, but it could not go any deeper.

Ao Fang retreated violently and forcibly retracted the foot that was already at the gate of hell.

Chen Yuan frowned. Although the Zixu Sword was a top-level magic weapon, it was barely refined by the Ziyang Sect, and the spiritual materials used were relatively ordinary. It could not compare to a real top-level flying sword.

Although Ao Fang is only a ninth-level demon king, his physical body is extremely powerful, only slightly inferior to a tenth-level demon king. The Zixu Sword seems quite weak.

He put away the Zixu Sword, flapped his wings, and chased after him again, his hands covered with black blades and his punches were as sharp as knives.

But just this moment was enough for Ao Fang to transform into his original form, with blazing red flames burning all over his body. He opened his mouth and spit out an endless sea of ​​fire, enveloping Chen Yuan.

This was Ao Fang's desperate struggle. The sea of ​​fire was transformed by his innate spiritual fire, which was enough to smelt mid-level magic weapons. Even high-level magic weapons would be difficult to resist.

With the sea of ​​fire approaching, Chen Yuan had no time to use the teleportation technique to avoid it.

He was not in a hurry. He folded his wings in front of him, and the dark light flowed, turning into a vortex, swallowing up the blazing flames completely, leaving no trace.

When Ao Fang saw this all too familiar magical power, an expression of disbelief appeared in the huge dragon's eyes.

The next moment, Chen Yuan disappeared from the spot, teleported under Ao Fang, grabbed its tail with both hands, and swung it down heavily!
……

Ao Fang didn't survive after all. His death was very miserable. His body was covered with wounds and he was beaten to death by Chen Yuan.

Ao Li and Ao Fang died one after another, and the demon clan lost two ninth-level demon kings. Ning Bing and Qing Liu were freed up to rush to help, and the human cultivators immediately stabilized the situation.

The most important thing is that Chen Yuan has set his sights on the next ninth-level demon king.

He found Ao Rui, who was fighting endlessly with the elders of Taiming Sect. The innate magical powers of this golden dragon demon king were extremely sharp, and his strength was even greater than that of Ao Li, not to mention Ao Fang.

But in the face of the huge gap in strength, Ao Rui was quickly defeated and died at the hands of Chen Yuan, only living a few more breaths longer than Ao Fang.

The dragon body that he was proud of was far inferior to Chen Yuan, who was comparable to a level ten demon king.

The magical power of the gold element, which was comparable to that of a sword cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, could not even cause a ripple in front of Chen Yuan's swallowing vortex.

Occasionally, a few golden sharp blades would hit Chen Yuan's body, but they could only leave a few shallow wounds, which would soon heal as before.

Whether it was Chen Yuan's teleportation technique, the black blades in his hands that were like space cracks, or the strange and inexplicable Zhuyan True Fire, Ao Rui was helpless.

After Ao Rui's death, another mid-Nascent Soul cultivator became free, and the human cultivators began to gain the upper hand.

Chen Yuan turned to Ao Qing and forced him into a desperate situation in just a dozen breaths.

No, Ao Qing was the incarnation of a wooden dragon. He had great demonic power and was naturally good at defense. He also sacrificed a high-level rattan shield and fought desperately. Chen Yuan had no way to deal with him for a while.

But after Chen Yuan faced Ao Qing, the elders of Xuanyin Sect who had been fighting with Ao Qing were able to come to the rescue of others. The human cultivators had a greater advantage and had firmly suppressed the demon clan.

Ao Mei in the distance was waving a pale blue spear and fighting with two great monks. He was still not at a disadvantage and even had a slight advantage.

Ao Mei has a strong body, and the innate magical powers of the dragon clan are also extraordinary and powerful, in no way inferior to the inherited skills of the ten major sects, and their strength is also stronger than that of the great cultivators of the human race.

If it weren't for the mysterious powers of the bronze mirror in Tianjizi's hand, Sima Long's magical powers were strange and powerful, and he was controlling two top-level magic weapons, and the two of them working together, they would not be able to stop Ao Mei's attack at all.

But although Ao Mei suppressed the two great monks, his face was ashen and there was not a trace of joy on his face.

He fought one against two, displaying his extraordinary power, but he was unable to do anything to Tianjizi and Sima Long. He was entangled by the two and could not spare any effort to spare.

Chen Yuan swept around and killed three dragon demon kings one after another. Now he has set his sights on Ao Qing.

Chen Yuan continued to kill, and soon only he, the clan leader, and Ao Jin from the Jiaosheng Island were left of the Jiaolong clan.

Ao Mei was extremely anxious, but he could only vent all his anger on Tianjizi and Sima Long.

Kunyang had calmed down at this moment, his face ashen, and he was also suppressing the white-haired Taoist priest and Wang Xuange.

When the three great monks showed up, he knew that the demon race would be defeated in this battle and the human race would win.

It was for this reason that Kunyang took out the elixir bestowed on him by the Qingya Patriarch of the Taiming Sect, abandoned the face of a tenth-level demon king, and flattered Wang Xuan Ge.

He and Ao Mei tried their best and were able to stop four great monks, but there was still one great monk who was free to sweep around.

The demon tribe had a large number of people and strong forces, but they only made the great monk spend a lot of effort. After fighting for several days, he still could not escape defeat.

Even human cultivators could just let two great cultivators entangle the two people, but the situation would be a bit embarrassing. As for the other three great cultivators, they would be unstoppable against a group of demon kings.

Kunyang originally thought that the human cultivators had chosen the safest way, with four of them entangling him and Ao Mei, while Chen Yuan would sweep the area alone. Even if they could win, it would take several days, and there might be a chance of a turning point during this period.

But what he didn't expect was that the ninth-level demon king was not only no match for Chen Yuan, but he couldn't even stop him for a moment.

If he continues like this, Chen Yuan will be able to kill all the demon kings within an hour.

When the human cultivators turned around to deal with him and Ao Mei, they were already confident of victory.

The backup Kun Jue he left behind was also stopped by the female cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage from the Zhuyan Baigu Sect, and was stranded on Beiming Island.

Kunyang has fallen into despair and can't see even a glimmer of hope.

The Kunyu Clan, which has been passed down from ancient times and has stood in the Sea of ​​Thousands of Monsters for tens of thousands of years, has really reached its end? (End of this chapter)