Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan stopped beside Jing Shuhan and looked at it carefully.

The green wall remained motionless in the strong wind, but after a closer look, it was found that the wall was constantly flowing rapidly. It was actually composed of strands of green wind, which was more urgent and fierce than the strong wind in the wind and thunder sea.

Chen Yuan spread his consciousness, but as long as he touched the green wind wall, he would be crushed and could not move forward.

He changed his method and extended his consciousness to both sides along the wind wall, finally getting a glimpse of the whole picture.

This is an island several miles in size, completely covered by the green wind wall. The scene inside could not be seen, and the consciousness could not penetrate into it.

Chen Yuan was not surprised by this. In the core of the wind and thunder sea, the power of the strong wind increased greatly, and there were wind walls around many islands for protection.

These islands are often filled with thunder attribute aura, forming a strange balance with the outer wind wall, and the inside is relatively calm.

It is for this reason that the thunder beasts choose these islands as their habitats. After absorbing enough thunder, they will leave the thunderclouds and land on the islands to refine the power of thunder.

When Chen Yuan saw the green wind wall, he knew that even if Jing Shuhan's words were not all true, at least 50% of them were true. There must be thunder beasts living on this island.

"Fairy, do you know how many thunder beasts there are on this island?" Chen Yuan asked.

"When Ji Laogui told me about this, he didn't say it in detail. He only said that there was a group of thunder beasts on the island." Jing Shuhan shook his head, "But since he dared to let me and Wang Lin join forces to deal with this group of thunder beasts, the number should not be too many, at most four or five."

"Four or five thunder beasts? It's not difficult to deal with them." Chen Yuan smiled.

Jing Shuhan's heart trembled. She hadn't said anything else. Before entering Jueling Island, Ji Laogui gave him several treasures, one of which was specifically used to restrain thunder beasts, but he was forced to use it when dealing with Qi Lang.

According to Ji Laogui's arrangement, she and Wang Lin had to work together to deal with this group of thunder beasts.

But from what Chen Yuan meant, he did not take Jing Shuhan into consideration. He could deal with this group of thunder beasts with his own strength. Either he had a treasure that could restrain thunder beasts, or his strength was beyond her expectations.

"Let's go and find out. If this group of thunder beasts is on the island, it can save a lot of effort." Chen Yuan moved and fled forward.

Jing Shuhan followed him, and the two came to the green wind wall and sank into it.

The strong wind suddenly increased several times, and the two had to activate their true essence and thicken the light shield to resist the invasion of the strong wind.

Jing Shuhan also sacrificed the yellow small tripod. Being in the wind wall, her spiritual consciousness could only cover a few feet around her. She was worried that she would encounter thunder beasts once she left the wind wall, so she did not dare to be careless.

Chen Yuan was also very alert, but he did not sacrifice his magic weapon. The defensive ability of the Qinglong Shield was not as good as Binghuan.

The wind wall was about several dozen feet thick. It took the two of them more than ten breaths to finally reach the end.

Chen Yuan paused and sent a voice message to Jing Shuhan: "Follow me, be careful."

He could only learn about the Fulong Chizhen vine from Jing Shuhan. If there was really a thunder beast on the island, he would save Jing Shuhan's life.

Jing Shuhan was startled, his mouth curled slightly, and nodded.

Chen Yuan's escape speed increased suddenly, he rushed out of the wind wall, spread his spiritual consciousness, and the sea of ​​true essence in his dantian set off huge waves, ready to use his magical powers at any time.

The entire island was instantly enveloped by his spiritual consciousness. The island was desolate, with stubborn stones all over the ground. There was no trace of thunder beasts. Only in the center of the island, there were four spiritual herbs growing, emitting rich spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan keenly noticed that there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in the southeast corner of the island.

He immediately shifted his gaze over there, narrowed his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Which Taoist friend is here? Please show yourself!"

Jing Shuhan followed Chen Yuan and rushed out of the wind wall. Hearing this, he looked over there with a vigilant look.

A formation curtain suddenly appeared in the air, flickered a few times, and slowly dissipated, revealing a figure.

This person was dressed in black, with a burly figure, a tough look, and a simple long hair tied behind his back. It was Wang Lin.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Wang. It seems that the thunder beast has not appeared yet. We are not too late." Jing Shuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Lin must not have encountered the thunder beast yet, otherwise he would not have used the formation to hide his body, and he would not have left the thousand-year-old spiritual grass without picking it.

When Chen Yuan saw that it was Wang Lin, his expression eased and he saluted: "Fellow Daoist Wang."

Wang Lin looked at Jing Shuhan, then at Chen Yuan, grinning: "You're just in time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook, and he grew to about two feet tall, with silver scales all over his body, and a black horn about an inch long grew on his forehead. He was filled with dark demonic energy and rushed straight towards Chen Yuan.

Jing Shuhan's face changed: "Senior Brother Wang, Fellow Daoist Chen is a friend, not an enemy!"

"Let's fight first!" Wang Lin shouted, regardless of anything, and punched Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and used his nameless magical power. His body grew to about ten feet tall, and his whole body was silver-white. Although his body was much smaller, his momentum was not inferior at all, and he stood up to meet him.

Boom!

When the two fists met, a thunderbolt happened to fall, suppressing the loud bang when the two collided.

Wang Lin flew backwards several feet and immediately rushed forward again. Chen Yuan was as steady as a mountain, but he did not press too hard and just stopped where he was.

"What do you mean, Brother Wang?" he asked coldly.

Wang Lin did not answer and rushed forward again, and then they started a violent fist-and-foot fight.

The two men's huge bodies were extremely agile, and their fists and feet left a trail of afterimages.

Every collision was like thunder on the ground, seemingly competing with the rolling thunder from the sky.

In a trance, Chen Yuan felt as if he had returned to the days when he was still in the Fuhu Gang. He was still the young warrior who had not embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.

There are no flying swords, no mysterious and strange spells, no strange and powerful magic weapons, only the most primitive close combat.

But the difference from that time is that he no longer needs to practice any magic secrets or magic weapons, he already understands the principles of martial arts. What can really determine victory or defeat is absolute power.

boom!

The two collided together for an unknown number of times, and were separated again by the huge force of the shock, facing each other dozens of feet apart.

Most of the silvery scales on Wang Lin's body were damaged and covered with a thin layer of white frost. They were slowly being repaired under the lingering demonic energy. He looked very embarrassed.

There were only a few scars on Chen Yuan's silver-white body, and he was obviously better in the melee fight just now.

His physical body is comparable to a seventh-level monster, better than Wang Lin.

If he displays his nameless magical power again, he will not fall behind in the slightest compared to the monster royal family.

After Wang Lin transformed, he was no match for him.

Chen Yuan also wears an ice phantom on his hand, which is very suitable for close combat. He has an advantage over Wang Lin who has no magic weapon to use.

Wang Lin's ability to persist for such a long time is a result of his superb magic skills and amazing defensive abilities covered in scales.

If it drags on any longer, his injuries will only get worse.

"Happy! Wang's life is not long. He can still fight with fellow Taoists before he dies, which will comfort him for the rest of his life!" Wang Lin looked up to the sky and roared wildly, which actually covered up the rolling thunder in the sky.

The next moment, all the silver scales on his body returned to their original state, glowing with a faint golden light. His body shrank to a height of one foot, the horn on his head doubled in length, and the dark demonic energy around him was like a black snake. Wu, condensed into a set of black armor to protect the whole body.

"Come again!" Wang Lin laughed and rushed forward again.

"Senior Brother Wang, stay here..."

Jing Shuhan's voice came from the side, but Wang Lin ignored it. Chen Yuan looked solemn and approached him again.

boom!

The fists of the two collided with each other, making a muffled sound. Under the huge force of the shock, they each stepped back several feet.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed. After Wang Lin's second transformation, his strength increased by half, and he was already on par with him.

Wang Lin's physical body is only equivalent to a sixth-level monster, but after the second transformation, his huge strength is comparable to that of a seventh-level monster royal family. This magical skill is truly extraordinary.

Bang bang bang!

The two of them collided with each other like magnets attracting each other. Wang Lin was wearing magic armor, like an ancient demon god, his body was as strong as a magic weapon, and every inch was a deadly weapon, attacking Chen Yuan like a rainstorm.

Chen Yuan didn't have anything to protect himself, but the ice phantom in his hand was equivalent to the magic armor on Wang Lin's body. When his fists and palms were pressed together, the power of ice emitted, leaving a thick layer of white frost on the dark magic armor, freezing it. Live the dancing black evil energy.

The shadows of fists in the sky swirled up and disappeared like waves, and the two men flew backwards in a miserable state. The next moment they rushed forward like flying swords, and poured their fists and kicks on each other under the reflection of lightning.

This is Chen Yuan's first battle with a physical cultivator of the same level, and it is also Wang Lin's first battle with a physical cultivator of the same level.

Their strong bodies and astonishing strength made them like a royal family of monsters with powerful bloodlines, fighting closely together.

The powerful spiritual consciousness of the monks allows them to have a keen insight into everything around them. They are more proficient in martial arts than the most powerful god of martial arts in the world. They can always block the opponent's attacks in the best way and then fight back boldly.

Every punch and kick of the two people is the most mysterious magical secret, enough to make mortal warriors crazy and intoxicated.

Jing Shuhan looked at the two people fighting each other with anxiety in his eyes, but he did not dare to step forward to interfere.

Her cultivation level was too low, and the aftermath of the fight between Wang Lin and Chen Yuan could easily injure her.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan and Wang Lin separated, each retreating dozens of feet, their huge bodies rising and falling slightly, staring at their opponents, covered in scars.

Chen Yuan had many wounds on his body. The most serious one was on his left arm. The bone was deeply visible, but it was slowly healing.

The ferocious black magic armor on Wang Lin's body was shattered and stained with a thick layer of white frost. Several cracks were even frozen into ice, revealing the same broken silver scales inside.

He had two layers of protection and was not injured, but the damage to the magic armor and scales would increase the consumption of real energy. After careful calculation, he was still at a disadvantage.

But this disadvantage is very slight. Even if his true energy is exhausted, he still has the power of his physical body, which can last him a long time. If he wants, he can fight Chen Yuan for three days and three nights.

"Happy!" Wang Lin laughed, with a hint of madness in his eyes, "Fellow Taoist, don't hold back, use that magical power, the magical power that can make your hair white, let me learn more about it!"

"Senior Brother Wang, Fellow Daoist Chen is a friend, not an enemy. Have you forgotten our previous plan?" Jing Shuhan said urgently.

Wang Lin laughed: "Of course I haven't forgotten it. Since Fellow Daoist Chen is traveling with you, he must know about Fulong Chizhenvine. You should have persuaded him to deal with Old Ghost Ji together."

"But after entering Jueling Island, Old Ghost Ji planted another restriction in my body, strengthening the Soul Blood Restriction."

"The previous method of breaking the blood ban no longer works. He can decide my life or death with just one thought."

"Instead of dying in his hands, it would be better to die in the hands of fellow Daoist Chen, and not have to suffer the pain of blood ban and soul devouring!"

"Fellow Daoist Wang is really not afraid of death?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Although I'm still alive, it's no different from being dead." Wang Lin said.

"What if I have a way to free fellow Taoist disciple Ji from the control of Old Ghost?" Chen Yuan said.

"Is this true?" Wang Lin's expression finally changed.

"We are somewhat certain, but we still need to experiment." Chen Yuan said.

"How can the soul blood ban be lifted? We haven't decided the winner yet between you and me. I'll wait until I learn the methods of my fellow Taoists. Please!" Wang Lin said seriously.

Chen Yuan frowned: "Why are fellow Taoists so persistent?"

Wang Lin said: "I have been accepted as a disciple by Old Ghost Ji since I was a child. He asked me to fight monsters. I can tear them apart every time."

"Later, he captured monks and challenged me. I never lost once. Along the way, I never encountered an opponent."

"I originally thought that Old Ghost Ji wanted to temper me, but later I found out that he just wanted to use me to seize the Fulong Red True Vine."

"But I'm used to fighting with others. This is my only hobby."

"Fellow Taoist is not the first physical practitioner I have fought, but he is the only one I am not sure of defeating."

"No matter what, I want to experience fellow Taoist's strongest method. Whether it's life or death, I have no regrets."

"Then I will fulfill your Taoist friend's wish." Chen Yuan said lightly, and the black hair on his back suddenly turned into snow-white color, dancing without the wind.

A fierce aura disappeared in a flash, but Wang Lin's expression became excited: "Yes, this is the feeling. I have killed all three major monster royal families, but their auras are not as good as yours. Do you have a demon?" Clan bloodline?”

Chen Yuan did not answer. He swayed and walked straight towards Wang Lin.

The black magic armor on Wang Lin's body had returned to its original state, and he walked straight up to meet him, punching out and attacking Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed Wang Lin's fist, his body motionless.

A force powerful enough to collapse mountains fell on him, and he disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Wang Lin was shocked and wanted to pull out his fist, but even with all his strength, his right hand remained motionless.

Chen Yuan's right hand slid forward along Wang Lin's arm, grabbed his wrist, and swung it down hard!

boom!

Wang Lin fell to the ground, causing several cracks. Several wisps of white arcs emerged from the island, entangled Wang Lin's body, and died together with more than a dozen demonic energies.

The rocks on this island are filled with the power of wind and thunder and are extremely hard. Even if the two bodies practice fighting, they will not be able to cause any major damage.

Wang Lin fell extremely hard, his internal organs were shaken, and his head was dizzy. However, he stood up immediately, swayed, and continued to rush towards Chen Yuan.

boom!

Wang Lin flew backwards for a hundred feet before barely regaining his balance. Chen Yuan only took a few steps back and retracted his fist.

"You are no match for me." Chen Yuan said slowly.

"Happy!" Wang Lin laughed, with a hint of madness in his eyes, "I still have a magical power. As long as fellow Taoist takes over, I will give in immediately!"

Chen Yuan's eyes turned cold, his figure swayed, and he rushed towards Wang Lin, with a thin layer of white flame emerging from his hands.

Wang Lin didn't expect that Chen Yuan, who had always been extremely restrained, would take the initiative. His expression changed and he retreated.

But the distance between the two was only ten feet, which was only a short distance to the Danjie monk. Chen Yuan rushed in front of Wang Lin in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin's demonic energy danced wildly around his body, turning into a black python, opening his mouth and biting Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan did not dodge, he stretched out his hand like lightning, and the black python's head and two black fangs bit the ice phantom, unable to hurt at all.

The next moment, Zhu Yan's true fire suddenly rose up and entered the body of the demonic black python. Following the connection between Wang Lin and the black python's consciousness, it poured into his soul space.

Wang Lin felt his eyes go dark, and he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire, burning his body in flames and in excruciating pain.

"Hiss..." He took a breath of air, his body trembled violently, and the strength he had gathered suddenly disappeared.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed his neck, lifted it up, raised his head slightly, and looked into his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Wang seems to have misunderstood. It's not that I'm asking for something from you, but that you're asking for something from me. Since I lost, , just stop pestering me!”

Wang Lin's facial features were distorted, his expression was painful, and he forced a smile: "I admit defeat."

Chen Yuan snorted coldly, released his right hand, flicked it on Wang Lin, withdrew Zhu Yan's true fire, stepped back a few feet, and opened the distance between him and Wang Lin.

Wang Lin is so paranoid that he even disregards life and death. He cannot be treated with common sense and must be on guard to prevent him from suddenly going crazy.

Wang Lin gasped for air, closed his eyes, and looked inside.

In the soul space, Wang Lin's soul sat cross-legged in the void, with a single horn and illusory silver scales all over his body, similar to his appearance after transformation.

After being burned by Zhu Yan's true fire, the originally thick body of the soul became much thinner, and the layer of bloody light wrapped around the body was also a little dimmer than before.

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chen Yuan: "What kind of magical power is the white flame used by fellow Taoist? It can actually eliminate the blood ban of the soul!"

"This is the method I just mentioned. It seems that there is no need to test it again, and it can indeed erase the soul blood ban." Chen Yuan smiled slightly.

Wang Lin gasped for breath, the dark demonic energy surrounding his body subsided, his body returned to normal, and the madness in his eyes slowly faded away.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan also dissipated his magical power. The Zhu Yan True Fire in his hand slowly disappeared, his white hair turned back to black, and his body returned to the size of an ordinary person.

Seeing that the two of them finally stopped, Jing Shuhan from a distance dared to fly over and looked at Wang Lin coldly: "Senior Brother Wang has calmed down now? Only with the help of Fellow Daoist Chen can we have a chance to get rid of Old Ghost Ji's control."

"Our methods are all passed down by Old Ghost Ji. If we rely solely on our own strength, we can only be manipulated by him."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I was reckless. I thought you were just trying to appease me, but I didn't expect you to have the means to erase the blood ban of the soul. I apologize to you." Wang Lin bowed deeply to Chen Yuan and said very seriously.

"I thought this place was a trap set for me by you two fellow Daoists." Chen Yuan said lightly.

Jing Shuhan turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, apologetically, and bowed: "Senior Brother Wang has a violent temper. Please forgive me. Although there are no thunder beasts on this island, the four spiritual herbs are still there, which is enough to prove that I have never deceived you."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly. These four spiritual herbs are shaped like epiphyllums, surrounded by silver-white arcs. Although he didn't recognize them, they were pure and contained a strong thunder attribute aura. They were a thousand-year-old thunder attribute spiritual herbs, which was exactly what Jing Shuhan said.

Chen Yuan said slowly: "This matter is over. Next, let's discuss how to deal with Ji Laogui and Yuntian Patriarch."

"Since what Fairy Jing said is true, I will not hide it from you two. Yuntian Patriarch also planted a restriction in my body. I have to take advantage of him."

"He and Ji Laogui are both people whose life span is approaching. For the sake of Fulong Chizhen Vine, they can do anything."

"At this moment, we can only join hands to survive from death."

When he urged Zhuyan True Fire to burn Wang Lin's soul, he saw the blood restriction wrapped around his soul and finally believed Jing Shuhan's words.

The soul blood restriction is an extremely vicious restriction. It is usually planted in the body of a monster or on the soul of a cultivator. Life and death are controlled by others, just like a slave.

The only difference is that the soul of a cultivator is naturally stronger than that of a monster. Even if the soul blood restriction is planted, what they think in their hearts will not be detected by others.

Wang Lin must hate Ji Laogui for treating Wang Lin like this.

The three of them wanted to get rid of the control of the Nascent Soul cultivator behind them, so they had the basis for joining forces.

"Daoyou, with that strange white flame in hand, can't you erase the restriction left by the ancestor Yuntian?" Wang Lin was a little surprised.

"Like Ji Laogui, the ancestor Yuntian also left two restrictions in my body. I am sure I can remove one of them, but I can't even detect the other one. If I can't pass the three trials within two months, I will die immediately." Chen Yuan said in a deep voice, his face was quite ugly.

In the past half a month, he repeatedly looked inside himself, and his consciousness swept through his meridians, Dantian, limbs and bones inch by inch, searching for the strange red light spot, but he never found anything.

This thing seemed to not exist at all, which made him wonder if the ancestor Yuntian was bluffing him.

But after all, he did not dare to underestimate the means of the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, nor did he dare to use the Zhuyan True Fire to erase the blue talisman.

"The Nascent Soul cultivators are all very smart. They know the peculiarities of Jueling Island, so they will definitely have a backup plan." Jing Shuhan said.

"Did he also plant a restriction in the fairy's body?" Chen Yuan asked.

"That's not the case." Jing Shuhan smiled bitterly, "He has already planted the technique of external incarnation in my body, and he can easily take over my body."

"Even if I pass the first two trials and leave Jueling Island, he can still use this technique to wipe out my soul."

Chen Yuan frowned: "The life and death of the fairy and Wang Daoyou depends on Ji Laogui's thoughts. How can we resist?"

Jing Shuhan said: "The opportunity lies in that secret realm! The supreme elder of our sect once reminded me that the strangeness in that secret realm is very important. The strange demonic energy can not only seal the true essence of the cultivator, but also weaken the consciousness. "

"The closer to the core of the secret realm, the more serious the weakening."

"I have been preparing secretly for many years, and with the help of the Supreme Elder, I have mastered a secret technique. I can get rid of Ji Laogui's control when he is not prepared!"

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "I also know this technique, but unfortunately it is useless after Ji Laogui strengthened the soul and blood ban."

"Otherwise, I would not have been so determined to die and fought with Daoyou without knowing right or wrong." (End of this chapter)