Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan's smile faded: "Fellow Taoist is right. I'm a little impatient. It's better to focus on collecting magic cores, so as not to fail to complete the trial and miss important events."

The two of them didn't waste any more time, rolled up the light and flew towards the north.

Their escape speed was not fast, and they often stopped to hunt monsters, but they were all seventh-level monsters and had not yet encountered any eighth-level monsters.

The two of them walked around and spent two days to escape more than 10,000 miles.

Chen Yuan had gathered the magic core before, but he did not show it. Like the yellow-haired old man, he was also hunting magic beasts.

The two agreed to share the magic cores equally, but it was not efficient. Each person only got a dozen seventh-level magic cores.

On the third day, the two finally encountered an eighth-level monster.

Looking at the roaring ten-foot-long giant tiger, Chen Yuan smiled slightly and stepped back: "I will leave this monster to fellow sect members. If I encounter the next level eight monster, I won't be too late to take action."

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said: "Then I will be disrespectful."

Neither of them took this vicious and ferocious tiger in their eyes. The monster without intelligence was indeed no match for the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The yellow-haired old man rushed forward, raised his sleeves and flicked the brocade bag on his waist, and suddenly a small blue dragon appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The blue dragon swells up in the wind. It has a single horn on its head and three toes on its claws. Its body is about thirty feet long. It has a strong demonic aura and its aura is comparable to that of a devil tiger. It raises its head and lets out a dragon roar, swinging its long tail. Rushed forward.

A dragon and a tiger were fighting each other, and the blue dragon clearly had the upper hand.

Under its four claws, it holds four blue water clouds, which are light and vigorous.

A layer of light blue light shines on the hybrid dragon scales, which are extremely tough. If the devil tiger's sharp claws grab it, it will slide aside without leaving any trace.

The blue dragon opened its huge mouth and spurted out a jet of blue water, which looked soft but was actually as sharp as a flying sword. When it hit the demon tiger's body, it was a deep wound.

But the devil tiger is not without the power to fight back. Its huge strength is even better than that of the blue dragon.

The black hair all over his body is surrounded by a faint demonic energy. Every time he is injured, the demonic energy pours into his body and he recovers quickly.

When Chen Yuan saw this scene, his heart moved, but he thought of the Demon Lord.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as he absorbs the demonic energy, he can recover instantly and become almost immortal. He is quite similar to this demon tiger, but his recovery speed is much faster than that of the demon tiger.

But this eighth-level demon tiger was obviously far inferior to the Demon Lord. After fighting with the blue dragon for less than half an hour, it gradually appeared to be at a loss.

The wounds on its body no longer healed, and the wounds were dripping all over its body, with streams of black blood gushing out, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying.

Less than half an hour later, the devil tiger became afraid and wanted to escape, but was entangled by the blue dragon. After a fierce battle, he finally died under the claws of the blue dragon.

The blue dragon held the corpse of the devil tiger in its mouth and threw it in front of the yellow-haired old man like a treasure. He kept growling in his mouth, as if he was urging something.

The yellow-haired old man chuckled: "Don't be anxious, your benefits are indispensable."

As he spoke, he turned over his hand and took out a blue pill the size of a soybean and threw it out.

When the blue dragon saw this, he immediately opened his mouth and swallowed the blue pill. He let out a long groan, shook his head and tail, and seemed very satisfied.

The yellow-haired old man shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand and the blue dragon's body gradually shrank and returned to the spirit beast bag on his waist.

Chen Yuan looked at the blue dragon, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "Fellow Taoist actually raised a blue dragon, aren't you afraid that the dragon clan will cause trouble to you?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled: "My fellow Taoist, I don't know. This blue dragon has nothing to do with the dragon clan. Although the dragon clan is overbearing, they cannot interfere."

As he spoke, he took out a low-level flying sword, took out an eighth-level magic core from the demon tiger's corpse, and then pulled out the demon tiger's spine and put it away together.

Chen Yuan was surprised: "There are actually blue dragons that have nothing to do with the dragon clan in the sea of ​​monsters?"

The yellow-haired old man was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "This blue dragon is not a monster in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters... It seems that fellow Taoists still don't know that I am not a monk from Yu Qinghai, but come from Lizhou."

"I got this blue dragon by chance in Lizhou. I spent a lot of time cultivating it to what it is today."

Chen Yuan smiled apologetically: "Fellow Daoist, I am originally a monk from Lizhou. Please forgive me for being ignorant. I have also traveled to Jiuxianzhou. I heard that under the influence of Jiuli Sect, monks from Lizhou mostly practice the art of controlling animals."

"Lizhou is also close to Nanzhou. Monks often sneak into Nanzhou to capture spiritual beasts. Could it be that the blue dragon in the hands of fellow Taoist was found in Nanzhou?"

The yellow-haired old man's expression was slightly stiff, and he chuckled: "My Taoist friend is not ignorant, but he is clearly well-informed. This blue dragon was accidentally obtained by Zong from a large lake in Nanzhou..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the topic: "It's getting late. We've been delayed for more than an hour in dealing with this demonic tiger. It's better to set off as soon as possible to collect the demonic cores so that we can search for the 'Tongten Pavilion'."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed and he nodded in agreement.

The two continued on their way, and when they encountered a level seven monster, they stopped briefly and killed it.

A day later, the two of them escaped thousands of miles away, and the black mist surrounding them became thicker, but they did not encounter another eighth-level monster.

After killing a group of demon falcons, the two of them equally divided the demon cores of the two leading seventh-level demon falcons. The yellow-haired old man once again took out the jade brick and examined it carefully.

The two of them were hunting monsters while flying north. Along the way, the yellow-haired old man often took out jade bricks to check.

Chen Yuan looked intently and saw that the black air surrounding the jade brick was obviously much darker than before.

The yellow-haired old man put away the jade brick with a smile on his face: "The abnormality of the jade brick is becoming more and more obvious, and we are getting closer and closer to the 'Tongten Pavilion'."

"The treasures left behind by the ancient monks must be rare treasures. They may allow us to break through the mid-term bottleneck in one fell swoop and reach a higher level of cultivation."

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up: "According to your Taoist friend's advice, we might as well hurry up and hurry up. After we find the 'Tongtian Pavilion', it won't be too late to gather the magic core. Don't waste time on the road."

The yellow-haired old man hesitated for a moment, then said with emotion: "Forget it, just follow the advice of my fellow Taoist, first find the 'Tongtian Pavilion' and get the treasures left by the ancient monks."

Chen Yuan looked happy and raised his hand: "Fellow Taoist Zong, please!"

The yellow-haired old man chuckled: "Please, Fellow Daoist Chen."

The two of them accelerated their escape speed and no longer took detours to hunt monsters. Only when a seventh-level monster happened to appear in front of them, they would kill it and collect the magic core, and their escape speed would hardly be affected.

After half a day, the two of them had escaped thousands of miles, passing two altars on the way, and each had three or five more magic cores in their hands.

The black mist lingering in the demonic field had the effect of retarding flight. The two's flight speed was greatly affected, making it twice as slow as the outside world.

When passing the second altar, the yellow-haired old man's escape speed suddenly accelerated a lot, and he even missed three level seven monsters that were only a dozen miles apart.

Chen Yuan remained silent, just following the yellow-haired old man as he flew north, his expression calm.

But his consciousness has never been withdrawn, and all the disturbances within a radius of two hundred miles have been captured in his eyes.

Another two hours passed, and after flying more than three thousand miles over the second altar, Chen Yuan's expression moved slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his escape speed suddenly slowed down and slowly stopped.

The yellow-haired old man was on his way and flew hundreds of feet. Only then did he notice this scene, his eyes condensed and he also slowed down.

He turned around and flew back to Chen Yuan, with a puzzled look on his face: "Why did you stop, fellow Taoist? Time is running out. After we find the 'Tongtian Pavilion', we have to collect a hundred magic cores, so we can't delay."

Chen Yuan turned his head to look to the west and smiled slightly: "Don't be anxious, fellow Taoist, I just saw something interesting, it won't take too long."

As he spoke, he turned around and flew to the west.

The yellow-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and his consciousness scanned carefully from the west, but found nothing. He quickly followed him: "Where are you going, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yuan didn't answer, but just flew forward.

The yellow-haired old man frowned, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes. He scanned carefully with his consciousness, but still found nothing.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Just when he was about to ask, two figures suddenly appeared in his consciousness. He was shocked and closed his mouth.

A hundred miles away to the west, two people were confronting each other.

One of them was ugly, with tumors the size of soybeans on his face. He was the despised demon king Zhang Chao.

Opposite him was a charming woman from the Golden Feather Eagle clan.

But what was shocking was that the charming woman's face was as pale as paper, and she was surrounded by traces of green poisonous gas.

A pair of golden wings hung down from her back, and she leaned slumped on a boulder, her figure exhausted.

And just when the yellow-haired old man saw the two of them, Zhang Chao suddenly turned his head, his eyes spanning a hundred miles in an instant, and landed on the yellow-haired old man.

At this time, Zhang Chao's eyes completely lost the flattery he had in front of the Tongtian Palace. He was ruthless and as sharp as a knife.

The yellow-haired old man was shocked. Only then did he realize that the aura exuded by Zhang Chao was actually that of a ninth-level demon king!

The complexion of the yellow-haired old man changed, and he involuntarily slowed down his escape speed, but Chen Yuan did not stop at all, and even sped up a bit, heading straight towards the two of them.

The yellow-haired old man was anxious and quickly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, that Zhang Chao is the ninth-level demon king. We are no match for him. The top priority is to find the 'Tongtian Pavilion'. There is no need to participate in the internal battle of the demon clan. Stop it!"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I have my own sense of discretion."

Having said that, he continued flying to the west, his speed undiminished.

The yellow-haired old man's face sank, he hesitated, gritted his teeth, and followed, not forgetting to send a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Taoist, wait a minute, Zong and fellow Taoist join forces, even if they are defeated, they can still escape... …”

He followed Chen Yuan, and in a short time, he crossed a hundred miles and came to Zhang Chao and the charming woman, and fell into the escaping light.

Chen Yuan glanced at the two of them, landed on Zhang Chao, and said with a smile: "It seems that I came down at the wrong time and disturbed the Demon King's elegance."

When the charming woman saw the arrival of the two men, a flush appeared on her pale face. She supported the boulder beside her with her left hand and managed to straighten up.

She ignored her grievances with Chen Yuan and said in a trembling voice: "This person secretly attacked, please... please also ask two Taoist friends to come to rescue me, I will definitely be richly rewarded!"

Zhang Chao's eyes were still cold as he stared at Chen Yuan: "Are you Chen Yuan who was wanted by the three royal families a hundred years ago? When did you form the Nascent Soul?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "It has been less than fifty years since I gave birth to a baby, and I just returned to Yuqinghai a few years ago. Naturally, the Demon King doesn't know about this."

"Jie Ying..." Zhang Chao frowned, glanced at the yellow-haired old man again, and sneered, "How dare two people in the early stage of Nascent Soul dare to interfere in Zhang's affairs?"

The yellow-haired old man laughed dryly: "The Demon King misunderstood, we have no other intentions, we are just passing by, just passing by..."

He secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Taoist, retreat quickly..."

Chen Yuan ignored it and looked Zhang Chao up and down with interest: "The Demon King's Poison Skill is quite interesting, as it can actually make an eighth-level Demon King with royal bloodline unable to fight back. "

"I don't know what kind of monster the Demon King is. Can I let you take a look?"

Zhang Chao's eyes were sharp: "If you, Taoist friend, are interested in Zhang's poisonous skills, you might as well experience it for yourself."

Chen Yuan nodded: "I have this intention, please ask the Demon King for advice."

Zhang Chao was startled, then sneered: "That's fine, Zhang wants to see what you two are capable of, just relying on the inborn blue dragon in Mr. Zong's hand?"

The complexion of the yellow-haired old man changed and he said coldly: "The demon king has hidden deep enough. Who would have thought that a notorious and shameless villain could be the ninth-level demon king."

"Even the Demon King of the Golden Feather Eagle Clan is no match for you. If this matter spreads, I wonder if the three major royal families will be able to tolerate you!"

Zhang Chao sneered: "Now that you have seen my true cultivation, how can I allow you to leave?"

The charming woman struggled to flutter her wings and came to Chen Yuan's side. She stared at Zhang Chao with a hint of green in her eyes and her voice was weak and feeble: "Chen... Daoyou Chen is a physical practitioner with extraordinary methods. Kun Tong will die." In his hands."

"The three of us join forces. No matter how powerful your poisonous energy is, you are no match. Now retreat. I promise that I will never pursue what happened today."

At the same time, she secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man: "Two fellow Taoists, this person's poisonous power is very sharp. He can emit a green poisonous gas that is colorless, tasteless, invisible and without quality. In the middle, it erodes... it erodes the spiritual consciousness, causing great damage to one's strength, so be careful!"

The complexion of the yellow-haired old man changed, and the robe on his body shone brightly, condensing a true energy barrier to protect himself.

The charming woman's message has not stopped, but it only reaches Chen Yuan's ears: "I am blind, and I have offended my fellow Taoist. Please save my life, and I will be richly rewarded..."

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the charming woman. Her pale face was full of pleading, so pitiful that one couldn't help but feel pity.

But the pair of broad golden wings behind her always reminded Chen Yuan that this was a cruel and ruthless demon king in disguise who had robbed countless male favors.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak when Zhang Chao sneered: "Who is Kuntong? More than one Kun fish died in my hands."

"By swallowing your Demonic Pill Nascent Soul today, my cultivation will be improved a lot. After I break through the tenth level bottleneck, I will be the Lord of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons... Ning!"

He suddenly raised his hand to seal the secret, and around Chen Yuan and the yellow-haired old man, a ball of miserable green poisonous gas appeared out of thin air, wrapping the two of them in it and rushing towards their bodies! (End of chapter)