Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

In the endless desert, the blazing sun scorched the yellow sand, and the hot air twisted and rippled like water waves.

A huge beast shaped like a lizard crouched on the ground, holding its sandy yellow head high, constantly making threatening hisses, and waving its three long pointed tails wildly, like three flexible whips, making sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

In front of the lizard beast, two monks flashed, dodging the attacking long tails, while controlling magic weapons and constantly attacking the beast below.

One of them had gray hair and a body as tall as a pine, but his eyes were a little turbid, as if stained with a layer of pearls with a thin layer of mist, giving people a sense of twilight, it was Lu Gui.

He looked stern, raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the Fuhai Gou grew to a length of about ten feet. Every time he chopped it down, it was accompanied by the sound of surging waves, and the lizard beast had to wander in the desert to avoid it.

Its limbs were short and powerful, but its movements were light and fast, dragging its huge body like a flexible fish swimming in the sea of ​​sand.

Whenever this happened, another middle-aged monk beside Lü Gui would use his magical powers to force the lizard beast to stop and take Fu Hai Ge's blow.

The lizard beast's body was too huge, about several feet long, and no matter how flexible it was, it could not avoid the middle-aged monk's magical powers.

"Hiss!"

The lizard beast let out a painful long hiss, leaving a wound on its back covered with thick scales, and blood gushed out.

It waved its three long tails more frantically. The tails, which were more than ten feet long, were tough and powerful, and could be freely extended and retracted, leaving afterimages in the air.

Lü Gui and the middle-aged monk tried their best to dodge, but the speed of the three long tails was too fast. Whenever they failed to dodge, they would hit their defensive magic weapons heavily, making a crisp explosion.

The middle-aged cultivator's cultivation was one level lower than Lu Gui's, only in the middle stage of Jindan, and his strength was also inferior.

His magic weapon was a screen, which transformed into a landscape painting with mountains and peaks, with magnificent scenery, but the defensive ability was average.

Every time it was hit by the long tail, the landscape painting would be broken once, and the screen's spiritual light would dim a bit.

The aura of this lizard beast was comparable to that of a seventh-level monster beast, and it was very difficult to deal with.

Lu Gui was better. He had a deep cultivation and was the head of the Lu family. He had no shortage of magic weapons in his hands. The bone shield left by the ancestors of the Lu family was extremely hard, enough to withstand the long tail's beating.

Not long after, the middle-aged cultivator could not hold on. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the lizard beast's long tail, he shouted: "Brother Lu, please lend me a hand!"

Lu Gui immediately raised his hand, and the bone shield in front of him was covered with a layer of bright light blue water light, and he took the initiative to meet the lizard beast's long tail.

Pah pah pah!

The three long tails hit the bone shield in succession, but the shield slid to the side due to the obstruction of the radiant water light on its surface, and did not exert its full force.

But even so, the bone shield still flew backwards, and the radiant water light on its surface was completely shattered.

Taking this opportunity, the middle-aged monk frantically urged the true essence in his body, and continuously displayed his magical powers, condensing two huge crescent-shaped light blades, leaving two huge wounds on the back of the lizard beast, and even vaguely saw its white spine.

Under the severe pain, the lizard beast went crazy, opened its mouth, and spit out a stream of light yellow acid, shooting at the middle-aged monk.

The acid was like a sharp arrow, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged monk hurriedly urged the true essence, and the black and white illusory mountains flew out from the dim screen in front of him, blocking him.

But this screen magic weapon blocked the attacks of the lizard beast for the middle-aged monk several times, and the power of the magic weapon was greatly consumed, and its power was greatly reduced.

Chi Chi!

The high-temperature acid arrows passed through the mountains without any hindrance. The magnificent ink painting was shattered in an instant. Even the screen was pierced by the acid arrows, leaving a charred hole and emitting wisps of black smoke.

The middle-aged monk looked anxious: "Brother Lu, help me!"

Lu Gui ignored it and took the opportunity to make a hand gesture. The Fu Hai Ge grew to three feet long and chopped down heavily, cutting the lizard beast whose old strength had gone and new strength had not yet been born.

"Ah!"

The screams of the middle-aged monk covered the long roar of the lizard beast. He was shot through the chest and abdomen by the acid arrows. His body trembled and he almost fell from the air.

The lizard beast was not much better. The Fu Hai Ge hit it with all its strength and cut off its three long tails. It lost its strongest means.

Without the three long tails, the threat of the lizard beast was greatly reduced, and Lu Gui immediately gained the upper hand.

Before it could spit out the second acid arrow, Lü Gui used Qianfengyu and another water-based magical power, and then controlled Fuhaige to chop down and cut off the head of the lizard beast.

The middle-aged monk covered his chest and abdomen with his right hand and stared at Lü Gui: "Brother Lü, why didn't you save me?"

His eyes were full of resentment, his facial features were twisted, his expression was painful, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were charred black, emitting an unpleasant smell of burning.

The acid arrow contained the fire-based demonic power of the lizard beast, which had penetrated into the middle-aged monk's body and continued to erode his body.

"Don't save me? Haha..." Lü Gui pointed at one point, and Fuhaige chopped down, dissecting the body of the lizard beast, taking out the inner elixir, along with the three long tails and a body of scales, all of which were put into the mustard ring.

The middle-aged monk was left aside, his face was very ugly.

After Lu Gui finished dealing with the corpse of the lizard beast, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged cultivator: "Does Brother Wang have any objection?"

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly felt a chill in his heart and laughed dryly: "This beast's attack was too hasty. I misunderstood Brother Lu. I was anxious and said something wrong. Please forgive me, Brother Lu."

"No, Fellow Daoist Wang is right. I just watched him die without helping him." Lv Gui shook his head.

The smile on the middle-aged cultivator's face froze, and he suddenly turned and ran away.

But Lv Gui had already torn his face, so how could he let him go? He immediately chased after him.

The middle-aged cultivator was seriously injured and his escape speed was very slow. After more than ten breaths, he was caught up by Lv Gui.

Fu Hai Ge slashed down, accompanied by the endless rain blades of Qianfengyu. The middle-aged cultivator who lost his defensive magic weapon had no power to resist, and soon his head and body were separated.

A golden pill flew out of the corpse's belly, and the middle-aged cultivator's angry voice sounded: "Lv Gui! You actually ignored the oath of the foreign demon and took such a poisonous hand. Aren't you afraid that the foreign demon will invade your mind and go crazy and die?"

"Go crazy? I don't care anymore." Lv Gui said lightly.

"I have known you for two hundred years, but I didn't see that you..."

Crack!

Lü Gui raised his hand expressionlessly and crushed the golden elixir. The middle-aged cultivator's voice stopped abruptly.

"Go with peace of mind. Blame it on bad luck. I have been delayed in the Ice and Fire Realm for too long. I don't have time to find the second fire-attributed beast. I must enter the Wind and Thunder Sea as soon as possible..."

Lü Gui's voice became lower and lower. He raised his hand and released a fire snake, which burned the body of the middle-aged cultivator to ashes. He rode the light and fled far away.

...

In the Ice and Fire Realm cave, in the extreme north, two late Jindan cultivators looked at a blue dragon and a tall boy in front of them, and their faces were extremely ugly.

They came from the Zhenhai Sect and the Righteous Alliance respectively. The three major sects had frequent disputes on weekdays. The two met in the cave and fought for a thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

The thousand-year-old spiritual herb was just below the two, but they stood together.

The tall boy looked unruly. He was Kunfeng, the son of the Kunyu Demon King.

He looked at the two of them very casually, playing with a dull golden elixir in his hand.

The blue dragon was about ten feet long, with a slender body, majestic and awe-inspiring, exuding a faint dragon power.

The two Jindan cultivators trembled slightly in their hearts just by looking at it.

But whenever its eyes fell on Kunfeng, it revealed a trace of hidden fear, and even subconsciously shifted its body and moved slightly away from Kunfeng.

The two Jindan cultivators looked at Kunfeng with more surprise and confusion.

In their eyes, there was no difference between Kunyu and Jiaolong. They wanted to know more about how the golden elixir in Kunfeng's hand came from.

The golden elixir is located in the cultivator's Dantian, and the Dantian is just placed on the Dantian acupoint. Even if Kunfeng killed a cultivator, the golden elixir could escape. Even if it couldn't escape, it could collapse on its own.

They couldn't figure out why Kunfeng had a golden elixir in his hand.

Suddenly, Kunfeng threw the golden elixir in his hand into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it into his stomach.

A chill rose from the hearts of the two Jindan cultivators. They seemed to see the fate of their golden elixir after their death.

"We are lucky to meet two more cultivators. Do you want to offer your golden elixir or should I take it myself?" Kun Feng said casually.

The two Jindan cultivators looked at each other and suddenly turned around and fled in opposite directions.

They were not sword cultivators like Qi Lang. It was difficult for them to deal with a blue dragon together. With Kun Feng from the Kunyu clan, they would have no choice but to die.

Kun Feng snorted coldly: "Want to escape?"

A pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him. The black feathers were like iron. Each wing stretched out horizontally, about ten feet long, wide and light.

Kun Feng flapped his wings and disappeared directly from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the Zhenhai Sect cultivator, almost face to face with him.

The Zhenhai Sect cultivator's face changed wildly, and he immediately withdrew and retreated. His body suddenly froze and he stayed where he was.

He lowered his head, and a bloody hole appeared in his abdomen. His robes were torn and blood was dripping.

Kun Feng retracted his bloody right hand, holding a golden pill in his hand.

The remaining vitality in the eyes of the Zhenhai Sect cultivator quickly dissipated, and his body fell from the air.

Kun Feng flapped his wings, and the next moment, he was already a hundred feet away.

The Righteous Alliance cultivator saw this scene, and his soul flew away. He immediately raised his hands and pinched the seal, spraying a large mouthful of blood, wrapping his whole body, and his escape speed increased sharply.

But every time Kun Feng flapped his wings, he was a hundred feet away. In a few breaths, he crossed a distance of nearly a thousand feet and came behind the Righteous Alliance cultivator, less than ten feet away from him.

The Righteous Alliance cultivator roared wildly and sacrificed a pipe to hit Kun Feng.

Kun Feng flapped his wings and teleported to the side of the Righteous Alliance cultivator. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the Righteous Alliance cultivator's neck.

The pipe hit the empty space, but it was no longer important. Kun Feng's right hand glowed black, and his demonic power surged out, sealing the Dantian of the Righteous Alliance cultivator.

The Righteous Alliance cultivator could not use his true essence to protect his body. The scorching air in the cave wrapped his whole body, and the feeling of being burned by fire came over him, making him miserable.

Kun Feng retracted the black wings behind him into his body, and held the Righteous Alliance cultivator in one hand, like holding a chicken, and flew towards the Zhenhai Sect cultivator who fell to the ground.

He raised his hand and took the Zhenhai Sect cultivator's mustard ring into his hand. A black light flashed, and his consciousness directly probed into it, and nodded: "Not bad, there are some good things."

The blue dragon flew over, with more fear in his eyes, and said in a rough voice: "Brother Kun is so powerful, Ao admires him."

Kun Feng smiled proudly, took off the mustard ring of the Righteous Alliance cultivator, probed into it with his consciousness, and took out several eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs.

The cultivator from the Righteous Alliance widened his eyes. The imprint of his spiritual consciousness that he had left in the mustard seed ring was removed by Kun Feng in an instant.

Kun Feng put these eight hundred year old spiritual herbs into his mustard ring, and then threw the Righteous Alliance cultivator to the blue dragon: "This cultivator is for you. He has two beast inner pills in his hand, which can save a lot of effort."

The blue dragon was overjoyed, raised a sharp claw, caught the Righteous Alliance cultivator, took off his mustard ring, and threw the man into his mouth and chewed it.

Kun Feng said lightly: "Let's go, Ao Hui should have walked out of the ice and fire realm. Kill him and you can transform."

The blue dragon crouched down: "Brother Kun is generous. After returning to the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea, Ao will definitely follow Brother Kun's lead. No matter what news there is in the clan, I will inform Brother Kun as soon as possible!"

...

On a plain, the ground was dry and desolate, and a faint black mist rose.

A dark green vulture flew through the air. It was extremely huge, with a length of thirty feet. It was surrounded by a strong demonic aura, and its aura was comparable to that of an eighth-level demon king.

But his black eyes were full of panic. He flapped his wings vigorously and flew away at an extremely amazing speed.

Behind the vulture, a cultivator was chasing closely. He was in a blue shirt, about forty years old, with a refined appearance and two strands of black hair hanging down from his temples. It was the old ancestor Yuntian.

He was very fast, a few points faster than the vulture, and slowly closed the distance between them.

Two days later, the old ancestor Yuntian finally caught up with the vulture.

The vulture screamed, and its eyes were full of madness. The demonic energy lingering around its body condensed into a black eagle of a hundred feet in size, stirring up the black mist all over the sky.

The black eagle screamed, and the sound spread a hundred miles. With a flap of its wings, its figure disappeared. The next moment, it appeared in front of the old ancestor Yuntian and grabbed it with one claw.

This grab was silent, but three long light gray cracks appeared under the claws. The power of the eagle's attack could tear the void!

Patriarch Yuntian was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The sound of a huge wave came from the void. Tens of thousands of blue spiritual lights gathered and condensed into a drop of dark blue and almost black water on his left hand.

This drop of water was only the size of a soybean, but Patriarch Yuntian's left hand sank slightly downward, as if holding a mountain.

He pushed his left hand forward, and the water drop greeted the black eagle, as if a meteor flew out, easily piercing the black eagle, just like piercing a piece of white paper.

The black eagle turned into scattered demonic energy again, and the dark blue water drop hit the vulture again, leaving a deep wound.

The vulture screamed, and Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and a seven-story glazed pagoda appeared out of thin air above the vulture and fell down with a bang.

Bang!

The seven-story glazed pagoda fell on the vulture. The vulture resisted stubbornly, but it only lasted for more than ten breaths before being suppressed. The glazed pagoda fell on the dark plain, and the earth trembled.

Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand again, and the seven-story glazed tower flew up from the ground, gradually shrank, and flew back to his palm.

The vulture lay on the ground, dying.

Patriarch Yuntian pointed his finger, and the wooden sword flew out, cutting off the vulture's head.

The vulture, which was comparable to the eighth-level demon king, died in the hands of Patriarch Yuntian.

He lowered the escape light, raised his hand and pressed on the vulture's huge body. With a flash of light, the vulture's body disappeared.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled slightly, drove the escape light, and left. (End of this chapter)