Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The spear tip pierced the void, carving a pale spatial rift, and struck the black light head-on.

Ding!
A soft sound rang out from where the azure spear and the black iron arrow met. The sound was not loud, but it spread for miles around.

On the mountainside of Iron Feather Peak, a lizard that had just crawled out of its cave was flicking its long tongue, searching for the scent of its prey in the air, when suddenly its body stiffened and it fell to the ground.

Dozens of miles away, a falcon that had just taken flight suddenly stopped flapping its wings and crashed into a bloody pulp.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all living beings were shattered and killed, with none escaping unscathed.

Fortunately, the area around Iron Feather Peak was extremely desolate, with no human cities or villages, and no mortals perished.

The five Wolf God Cult cultivators and Shen Jibai trembled upon hearing the soft sound and quickly circulated their true essence to calm themselves down.

But his face was still pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The crowd was horrified. The power of the attack was so great that even the aftershocks had injured their souls.

When Yin Qianjie saw this, his eyes widened immediately. Why did this white-robed cultivator take out a divine weapon?
However, he quickly revealed a sinister smile. After the black iron arrow pierced the azure spear, its momentum slowed slightly, but it did not stop. Instead, it forcibly split the spear in two from end to end.

How could a mere top-tier divine weapon possibly contend with this divine arrow, crafted from two kinds of top-grade spiritual materials and specifically designed to deal with other demon generals?

Chen Yuan watched as the spear was split open without blinking, taking the opportunity to activate the Kunpeng True Blood.

A pair of black wings suddenly unfurled behind him, like a roc spreading its wings, and his right hand, which had been gripping the spear, changed from a clenched grip to a claw, grabbing directly at the black iron arrow.

At the same time, his white robe suddenly turned pitch black, and black light appeared in his right palm, condensing into a deep vortex, as if even the light itself had been swallowed up.

The black iron arrow shot straight into the vortex, giving it a silvery sheen before disappearing instantly.

However, the immense power contained within the black iron arrow was also exhausted.

Chen Yuan remained completely still, and there wasn't even a scratch on his right palm. The deep vortex slowly dissipated.

He flipped his wrist, grabbed the black iron arrow, examined it carefully, and smiled slightly: "Thank you for the treasure."

Yin Qianjie's face turned ashen as he stared intently at Chen Yuan: "Are you human or a demon?"

This iron arrow was meticulously crafted by a master weapon refiner from the Wolf God Sect at his behest, in order to deal with other demon generals. Although it was not as good as a spiritual treasure or divine weapon, it was in no way inferior to a top-tier divine weapon.

Moreover, when fired from the Guanghan Bow, it is no less powerful than a full-force strike from a magical treasure.

Ao Cang is highly skilled, and Kun Chenglie's methods are unpredictable; they should be able to block this arrow.

However, Xiong Tunhai and She Zhelin were of similar cultivation levels to him, and once this arrow was fired, they would either die or be seriously injured.

This white-robed cultivator clearly had weak energy and shallow cultivation; he must have only recently reached the Nascent Soul stage.

However, he took out a top-tier divine weapon, and a pair of wings grew from his back, clearly indicating that he possessed the bloodline of a demon race.

The deep vortex, through some unknown means, completely absorbed the immense power contained within the black iron arrow, blocking it without sustaining any damage.

Yin Qianjie surely understood by now that he had chosen the wrong target. This white-robed youth, who seemed to be the weakest, was actually a formidable opponent.

Chen Yuan said, "I am naturally a human cultivator. Your methods are impressive. If it were an ordinary demon general, he would likely be seriously injured if caught off guard."

"If Your Excellency can fire a second arrow, I, Chen, will have to temporarily retreat."

Upon hearing this, the other three's expressions changed drastically, and they retreated thousands of feet, each summoning their defensive magic treasures to protect themselves.
Lu Wangquan took out a shield covered with crimson scales and held it in front of him.

Qin Wuyai tossed out the magical jade ruyi, which hovered above his head, casting a blue light that enveloped him. The robes he wore also shimmered with a pale blue glow.

Daoist Cangsong took out a jade talisman and pointed at it, causing the talisman to flash with light.

Six circular jade discs appeared out of thin air around him, each three feet in size, slowly rotating without revealing a single gap.

Seeing that Chen Yuan had blocked the black iron arrow without a scratch and seemed quite relaxed, the three of them couldn't help but underestimate Yin Qianjie.

But Chen Yuan's words made them dare not be careless in the slightest.

If this arrow is truly as Chen Yuan said, capable of severely injuring the demon general, then as cultivators of magic with weak physical bodies, they would absolutely not be able to withstand it.

Yin Qianjie's face grew even uglier. He knew that he had lost his last chance to fight back.

This was precisely Chen Yuan's purpose. He couldn't directly tell the three that they couldn't withstand the arrow, thus humiliating them, so he took this opportunity to remind them to be careful.

Daoist Cangsong had long wanted to make a move, and now his killing intent was fully revealed: "You're courting death!"

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal. A point of blue spiritual light appeared at his fingertips. He pointed it in the air in front of him, and like a dragon or snake, he drew several complex seal characters in the air.

The Pine Immortal pointed his finger, and the seal script flashed. Within a radius of a thousand miles, endless blue spiritual light appeared, all formed from wood elemental energy, converging from all directions.

The Iron Feather Peak below was originally a desolate place, with only a few sparse, drought-resistant thorns and wild grasses growing, all withered and yellow.

Suddenly, it began to grow wildly, with tender shoots emerging from the black gravel desert, turning the entire Iron Feather Peak green.

Seeing this, Shen Jibai's expression became extremely solemn. He said to the five Wolf God Cult cultivators, "Fellow Daoists, quickly collect these ten Howling Moon Silver Wolf corpses and leave this place with me!"

The five people were stunned for a moment, and the other four turned to look at one of the powerful cultivators.

This person is Lü Qiao, the leader of the Wolf God Cult. Although all five of them have been marked with the Fire Lotus by Chen Yuan, he is still implicitly considered the leader.

Lu Qiao frowned: "Senior Chen ordered us to wait here, how can we leave without permission?"

Shen Jibai said, "The battle between Nascent Soul cultivators has spread across thousands of miles. If we don't leave now, are we just going to stay here and wait to die?"

Lu Qiao was still somewhat hesitant. They had witnessed Senior Chen wield that strange white spiritual fire, effortlessly slaying all the demon generals who had come to Iron Feather Peak. Even the high-ranking demon generals were powerless to resist.

Having personally experienced the pain of having his soul burned when the Fire Lotus Mark was planted, he now held Senior Chen in the utmost reverence and dared not harbor any disloyalty.

Seeing the five people hesitate, Shen Jibai sneered, flipped his hand and took out a bamboo basket. He raised his hand and made a hand seal, sending out several beams of spiritual light. The three wolf corpses slowly flew up, shrunk a hundred times, and fell into the bamboo basket.

He carried the bamboo basket and scanned the five people: "Just a single sound of clash has damaged our souls. Fellow Daoists, if you are willing to die, you may continue to wait here. I, Shen, will take my leave first."

After saying that, Shen Jibai rode on his escape light and flew away into the distance.

Recalling the tremor he had just felt, Lü Qiao felt a chill run down his spine and said urgently, "Fellow Daoist Shen, please wait a moment. We will leave with you!"

Without further hesitation, the five Wolf God Cult cultivators used their respective methods to collect the remaining seven wolf corpses, then vanished in a flash, chasing after Shen Jibai.

From the sky, Chen Yuan watched the six leave but paid them no heed. He casually mentioned leaving them on Iron Feather Peak, figuring that once the Fire Lotus mark was planted, they wouldn't be able to harbor any disloyal thoughts.

After the Taoist Cangsong drew a talisman in the void, endless wood element spiritual energy gathered and transformed into a thousand-foot-long azure dragon. With a trunk made of azure wood, four claws woven from green vines, and scales made of green leaves, it let out a long roar and pounced towards Yin Qianjie.

Lu Wangquan unleashed a set of nine cyan ring blades, which were his natal magic weapons.

These nine cyan ring blades are covered with dagger-like sharp short blades. They grow to about ten feet in size when they are in the wind. As they spin rapidly, the short blades turn into afterimages.

A gentle breeze suddenly arose between heaven and earth, followed by a fierce gale.

A wisp of pale blue spiritual energy gathered and swirled around the nine blue ring blades, transforming into nine towering tornadoes that surrounded Yin Qianjie from all directions and rapidly converged towards the center.

Qin Wuyai raised his hand and made a hand seal. The jade ruyi above his head trembled slightly, and hundreds of ruyi phantoms suddenly appeared above Yin Qianjie's head, floating down lightly.

All three unleashed their signature magical powers and treasures, but when it was Chen Yuan's turn, he simply summoned the Purple Void Sword and unleashed a sharp sword light as thin as a cicada's wing.

He then hurled four short arrows with Kun feathers, which transformed into several black streaks of light and shot towards Yin Qianjie.

In order to block Yin Qianjie's most threatening arrow, he used the Devouring Technique and even lost a top-tier divine weapon, which was already quite useful.

Next, to kill Yin Qianjie, the other three will naturally need to help.

Despite being surrounded by four people, Yin Qianjie showed no fear. He was a demon general who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his will was unwavering. Even in the face of life and death, he would not waver in the slightest.

Seeing the four Kunyu arrows flying towards him, Yin Qianjie recognized their origin at a glance and sneered, "Kunyu feathers, you do indeed have Kunyu blood in your veins."

"It seems that the Kunyu clan of the Tai Xuan Realm has long since fallen into depravity and has actually colluded with the human race!"

As he spoke, he raised the silver longbow in his hand, drew back the bowstring with his right hand, and a silver arrow of spiritual light condensed between his fingers as the bow flashed.

Yin Qianjie released the bowstring, and a long silver arrow flew out, followed by streaks of silver light. It was as fast as lightning and struck one of the green vine claws of the thousand-foot-long azure dragon, exploding with a bang.

The dragon claw immediately shattered into countless fragments of vines, which fell to the ground.

The azure dragon roared, its pain and rage evident, and its forward momentum slowed.

The Taoist Cangsong's face darkened, and he changed his hand seals, once again gathering wood elemental energy. He quickly repaired the dragon claw, and the Azure Dragon pounced on Yin Qianjie again.

But in those few short breaths, Yin Qianjie's right hand kept moving, and he had already drawn the bowstring twenty times.

Twenty long silver arrows were shot out, piercing into the nine tornadoes and striking the Purple Void Sword's light and the Kun Feather Short Arrow.

The silver arrow that shot into the tornado exploded with a bang, like fireworks, with silver streaks falling from the sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Each of the nine tornadoes was blasted open, greatly reducing their speed.

The sword light of the Purple Void Sword vanished instantly, and all four Kunyu short arrows flew backward.

Chen Yuan's heart stirred. The spiritual arrow shot from this silver longbow was as powerful as a top-tier magic weapon, and it was incredibly fast, truly extraordinary.

The last six silver arrows shot towards the falling Ruyi phantom, but they passed right through it as if they were air.

After flying dozens of miles, the silver arrow exhausted its power and exploded, scattering into a cloud of silver light.

At this moment, the thousand-foot-long azure dragon had already pounced again, and Lu Wangquan had once again gathered wind-moving spiritual energy to complete the nine tornadoes, which roared in and were only a hundred feet away from Yin Qianjie, arriving in an instant.

Seeing how troublesome this phantom was, Yin Qianjie's expression turned solemn. He raised his silver longbow above his head, looked up to the sky, and let out a long, desolate wolf howl that echoed for miles.

The night was still dark, and the moon still hung in the sky. With this long howl, the moonlight that fell suddenly became brighter, gathered on the bow, and condensed into a white arrow.

It was a warm, pale white, like moonlight.

Yin Qianjie suddenly drew back the bowstring, but not as quickly as before; his movements slowed down considerably.

This seemingly light, moonlit arrow is actually incredibly heavy.

Even though Yin Qianjie was a demon general with immense strength, enough to move mountains and overturn seas, it took him a full breath to draw the bowstring.

Although the Ruyi Illusion was not falling fast, it still arrived above his head, only a dozen or so feet away.

The thousand-foot-long azure dragon and nine cyan tornadoes had already closed in on him.

But there was no panic in Yin Qianjie's eyes, and his hands were as steady as a rock, as if he only had this one arrow in his eyes.

Boom!
He released the bowstring, and the moon-colored arrow shot out. It flew only a few dozen feet before crashing into the Ruyi Illusion and exploding with a bang!

The gentle, soft moonlight had transformed into a blazing white flame, yet it still retained a hint of coldness, making it look exceptionally eerie.

White flames clung to the illusory Ruyi, burning fiercely until all the illusory Ruyi were reduced to nothingness.

Yin Qianjie sneered, put down his longbow, and suddenly drew back the bowstring, firing more than a dozen ordinary silver arrows in succession.

Clusters of dazzling silver fireworks exploded in the night sky, obscuring the blue tornado and the thousand-foot-long azure dragon.

The jade ruyi in the old man's hand was a spiritual treasure, and the Guanghan Bow in his hand was also extraordinary.

This moonlight arrow was his true trump card. If it hadn't required time to condense, he wouldn't have fired the black iron arrow when he ambushed the white-robed cultivator.

The white-robed cultivator possessed the bloodline of the Kun fish, so his physical body might not be weak, but his aura was ultimately not strong. He could block the black iron arrow, but he might not be able to block this arrow.

When Qin Wuyai saw that the Ruyi Illusion had been completely erased, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I underestimated you, Your Excellency, that you possess such skill."

“Fellow Daoists, the longbow in his hand is a spiritual treasure and divine weapon with extraordinary power; ordinary supernatural abilities are of little use to him.”

"Hold back! Kill this fiend quickly, lest it jeopardize our grand plan!"

Having said that, he raised his hand to form a hand seal, chanted incantations, and the jade ruyi above his head swayed gently, withdrawing the scattered blue light and flying towards Yin Qianjie.

The jade ruyi seemed to move slowly, but it covered hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

Yin Qianjie's expression turned solemn. He looked up at the sky and let out another long roar, gathering the moonlight into a long moon-colored arrow, which he then shot out.

He was unable to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to unleash supernatural powers like a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, the innate supernatural abilities in their bloodline are in no way inferior to these supernatural abilities.

Just as Yin Qianjie fired his moon-colored arrow, Qin Wuyai's hand seals suddenly changed. His jade ruyi flashed, splitting into hundreds of identical ruyi, all flying towards Yin Qianjie. (End of Chapter)