Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The group, who had already unleashed their magical weapons and were about to make their move, all stopped and looked at the sharp and piercing Kun Chenglie.

Even the relentless, fierce winds seemed to submit to this powerful pressure, becoming much weaker.

Xiong Tunhai was extremely shocked, but Ao Cang's eyes only showed a hint of surprise before he calmed down.

Qin Wuyai's expression turned slightly gloomy, while Lu Wangquan and Cangsong Daoren's expressions changed drastically, no longer as calm and composed as before.

Based on the strength Chen Yuan displayed when he broke through that Five Elements Formation, he should be more than capable of dealing with a low-level demon general.

However, Kun Chenglie was a mid-level demon general, and was only one step away from becoming a high-level demon general. His cultivation was only slightly inferior to Qin Wuyai and Ao Cang.

However strong Chen Yuan is, he is only a Nascent Soul cultivator. How can he bridge the gap between them that is like a chasm?

Lu Wangquan immediately sent a secret telepathic message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm here to help you!"

He then transmitted his voice to Qin Wuyai and Cangsong Daoist: "The situation has changed. Kun Chenglie has concealed his strength, and Fellow Daoist Chen is not capable of defeating him."

"I, Lu, will help Fellow Daoist Chen block Kun Chenglie. We will then act according to the situation. If we cannot win, we should retreat first and then make further plans."

The Taoist Cangsong's face turned ashen: "I have already said that dealing with four demon generals at the same time is too risky."

"If we hadn't killed She Zhelin first, we would all be surrounded by enemies and have no place to be buried!"

Qin Wuyai frowned and said, "Things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more. Only a battle might offer a chance for a turnaround."

Daoist Cangsong scoffed, "What other chance could there be? Does Fellow Daoist Qin expect me to kill Xiong Tunhai, or does he expect Fellow Daoist Lu and Fellow Daoist Chen to join forces to kill Kun Chenglie?"

Before Qin Wuyai could reply telepathically, Lu Wangquan said decisively, "What Fellow Daoist Qin said is correct. With four against three, there is still a chance of victory."

"We could not have predicted that Kun Chenglie would conceal his cultivation level. When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. Fellow Daoist Cangsong, there is no need for further words!"

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards Chen Yuan.

Xiong Tunhai laughed heartily: "Your opponent is me, so don't wander off!"

He raised the axe in his hand and chopped down heavily. Lu Wangquan's expression suddenly changed, and he flipped his hand to summon a crimson scale armor shield, which he used to block in front of him.

A faint, invisible blade of ice suddenly appeared in front of him and landed on the crimson scale armor shield.

The scaled shield suddenly retreated, leaving behind a layer of chilling frost.

At this moment, Daoist Cangsong could not afford to complain. He forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction and coldly transmitted his voice: "Fellow Daoist Lu is blocking Xiong Tunhai, so I will go and help Fellow Daoist Chen."

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards Chen Yuan. He raised his hand and drew a talisman in the air. Endless wood element spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a thousand-foot-long azure dragon.

Xiong Tunhai sneered, "I told you, your opponent is me, so don't wander off!"

He swayed and rushed over, swinging his axe heavily. A ten-zhang-long blade of ice flew out, severing one of the Azure Dragon's claws and cutting off the path of the Azure Pine Taoist.

The Taoist Cangsong suddenly turned around: "Then let this humble Taoist have a go at you, you fiend!"

He raised his hand and made a hand seal. The Azure Dragon turned around and pounced on Xiong Tunhai. He then took out a talisman, threw it forward, and it transformed into a three-foot flying sword, solid as a physical object, which shot out.

Lu Wangquan also changed his offensive, and nine cyan ring blades flew out, slashing at Xiong Tunhai from all directions.

Xiong Tunhai laughed heartily: "You've come at the perfect time!"

He didn't slow down at all, his axe slashing out repeatedly, scattering icy blades in all directions, blocking the attacks of the two men. He was incredibly brave and fierce, showing no trace of the slickness he displayed when bargaining with Ao Cang and Kun Chenglie.

The azure ring blade was cleaved in two by the giant axe; the thousand-foot-long azure dragon, which blotted out the sky, could not withstand Xiong Tunhai's axe strike.

With his divine weapon in hand, Xiong Tunhai gained the upper hand for a time, and Lu Wangquan and Cangsong Daoren had no time to help Chen Yuan, as they were firmly entangled by him.

Upon seeing this, Ao Cang smiled slightly, and a fiery red spear slowly appeared in his palm, its tip still wreathed in flames, pointing at Qin Wuyai: "Please enlighten me, sir!"

His original form was a wooden dragon, but he wielded a flaming spear, which looked quite strange.

Qin Wuyai had anticipated this, as the white-robed youth had already revealed all the inherited divine weapons of the eight royal clans.

The ancestor of the Jiaolong clan was a Crimson Jiaolong Demon General who left behind this magical weapon.

After that, no matter which lineage the demon general came from, when he succeeded to the position of clan leader, he could only take over this one divine weapon.

It wasn't that no other divine weapons were forged by the dragon demon generals, but they were all taken to the upper realm with them when they ascended.

Only this one flaming spear, imbued with a bloodline restriction, survived and became the treasured artifact of the Flood Dragon Clan.

Even if the five elements are incompatible, a divine weapon is still a divine weapon, and Ao Cang will never abandon it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward. Qin Wuyai frowned, pointed at the jade ruyi in front of him, and hundreds of ruyi phantoms appeared, which floated lightly over.

Ao Cang laughed loudly, his blue hair fluttering: "A spiritual treasure? Your skills are indeed extraordinary."

He thrust out his spear, striking several illusory Ruyi scepters in succession, shattering them all into specks of blue light that vanished into thin air.

However, there were too many Ruyi Illusions. Ao Cang swung his spear, and the wisps of flame swirling around the spear tip flew out, transforming into nine fiery dragons that soared into the air and circled around Ao Cang's side like nine red ribbons, blocking all the Ruyi Illusions.

Ao Cang increased his speed again, pointing his spear forward, and in an instant, he had halved the distance.

Qin Wuyai narrowed his eyes, first pointing at the jade ruyi in front of him, which scattered a patch of green light to protect himself, then flipping his hand to take out a white alchemy furnace about a foot in size and throwing it out.

The alchemy furnace swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant cauldron about ten feet in size.

The furnace lid was lifted, and a ball of blue flame flew out, quickly spreading out and turning into a blue sea of ​​fire that flowed like seawater, blocking Ao Cang's path.

The nine fiery dragons surrounding Ao Cang flew out and disappeared into the blue sea of ​​fire, just like a sunken ship swallowed by the sea.

Ao Cang's expression changed slightly, and then he saw the blue sea of ​​fire surging towards him. He brandished his spear, and the flames swirling around the spear tip flew out, also turning into a sea of ​​fire. However, after colliding with the blue sea of ​​fire, it immediately weakened and shrank continuously.

This flaming spear was left behind by the ancestors of the dragon clan, and its spiritual fire was capable of burning everything in this world. However, when it encountered this blue flame that flew out of the alchemy furnace, it was completely outmatched.

Ao Cang frowned. If this divine weapon were not incompatible with his five elements and unable to fully unleash its power, how could it be suppressed by a mere ball of spiritual fire?
Surrounded by a blue sea of ​​fire, Qin Wuyai continuously created illusory images of Ruyi, launching a relentless attack.

Ao Cang inevitably stopped in his tracks and could only swing his spear to defend himself.

Unless he uses other methods, he can forget about crossing the last few hundred feet between himself and Qin Wuyai.

However, Ao Cang had no such intention. The demon race already had the upper hand, and all that was needed was for Kun Chenglie to kill Xinghuo Zhenren. Qin Wuyai would then be defeated without any further effort. Why waste any more energy fighting to the death with him?

The two were evenly matched, and Cangsong Daoren and Lu Wangquan each used their supernatural powers to block the incomparably brave Xiong Tunhai. Nine cyan ring blades crisscrossed back and forth, the sharp blades spinning rapidly, turning into a blur of afterimages, and even Xiong Tunhai dared not casually intercept them.

Lu Wangquan then used the strong winds high in the sky to condense several towering azure tornadoes, creating a powerful and slowing Xiong Tunhai's movements.

The Taoist Cangsong drew talismans in the air and conjured a thousand-foot-long azure dragon. Nine emerald spears appeared and disappeared, shooting continuously at Xiong Tunhai.

What Xiong Tunhai feared most was that cyan flying sword formed from talismans, which was exceptionally sharp and even comparable to a giant axe capable of splitting mountains.

While being restrained by Lu Wangquan, Xiong Tunhai's left arm was pierced by a cyan flying sword, leaving a deep wound from which blood flowed profusely.

It was this sword strike that forced Xiong Tunhai to stop and focus on defense.

Although he wielded a divine weapon, he still found it quite difficult to fight two opponents at once.

Both battle groups were locked in a stalemate, with only Chen Yuan and Kun Chenglie remaining unmoved.

Xiong Tunhai shouted, "Brother Kun, what are you waiting for? Quickly kill this man!"

Kun Chenglie didn't delay any longer. He didn't take the weak early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the opposite direction seriously at all. His eyes were contemptuous, as if he were looking at a dying ant. He smiled coldly, and his figure turned into a blur, instantly crossing a thousand feet to arrive in front of Chen Yuan.

Under the restriction of the sealing power, no one could use the teleportation technique, but Kun Chenglie's escape speed was only slightly inferior to teleportation.

He wielded his halberd, its crescent-shaped blade gleaming coldly, carving a gray-white spatial rift. Accompanied by violent spatial fluctuations, it slashed down with unparalleled force.

The power of a single halberd strike shattered the void!

But Chen Yuan neither dodged nor avoided. Just as Kun Chenglie closed in, he activated the three kinds of true spirit blood within his body.

Her black hair turned snow-white, a pair of jet-black wings spread out behind her, and her pupils flashed with dazzling silver lightning, which then covered her eyes.

He no longer possessed any divine weapons, nor did he need any.

His right hand was covered with a layer of pitch-black light, and his white robe also turned black, surging with milky white light. His palm struck out like a knife, directly meeting the blade of the halberd!

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed for miles around, causing the demon generals and Nascent Soul cultivators fighting below to tremble in fear, their faces turning pale as they hastily retreated.

Kun Chenglie was sent flying backwards, while Chen Yuan only retreated a few feet before stopping.

Kun Chenglie flew over a hundred feet away, forcibly stabilizing himself, staring intently at the black wings behind Chen Yuan, and the halberd in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

Chen Yuan raised his right hand to his eyes. The thick layer of black blade had shattered, leaving a deep wound on his palm, from which blood flowed freely.

Under Chen Yuan's watchful gaze, the wound healed rapidly, and the black blade once again covered his arm.

He lowered his right hand, looked at the halberd, and said calmly, "Divine weapons are indeed unparalleled in sharpness. Relying solely on supernatural powers to block them is still a bit overconfident."

Ao Cang and Xiong Tunhai both looked over, their faces full of surprise and doubt.

Kun Chenglie's physical body is actually inferior to that of Xinghuo Zhenren!

Why did the aura emanating from this person instill a sense of fear in them from the bottom of their hearts, and even give them the urge to turn around and run away?
Qin Wuyai and the other two were also stunned. They all knew that Chen Yuan was a body cultivator and that his physical body was extremely strong.

However, Chen Yuan's ability to gain the upper hand in a head-on clash with a mid-level demon general wielding a spiritual treasure was completely beyond their expectations.

Just how powerful is Chen Yuan's physical body?
Kun Chenglie took a deep breath, gripped the trembling halberd tightly, his face devoid of any contempt, his eyes burning with fervor: "Kunpeng True Blood... Who are you? Why do you possess Kunpeng True Blood?"

Upon hearing this, both Ao Cang and Xiong Tunhai were stunned.

While blocking the attacks of Lu Wangquan and Cangsong Daoren, Xiong Tunhai asked loudly, "Brother Kun, are you mistaken? How could a human cultivator possess the blood of a true spirit?"

Kun Chenglie slowly shook his head: "I can't recognize the blood of other True Spirits, but I would never mistake the blood of Kunpeng."

"Our ancestors left records that among the human cultivators in the upper realm, there are those who possess the blood of the True Spirit, wield the power of the True Spirit, and are incredibly strong, no different from the True Spirit descendants among the demon race."

"But such cultivators are few in number, a hundred times fewer than the true spirit descendants of my demon race."

"The true spirit blood within them can only be passed down through bloodlines, earning them the title of 'True Spirit Family,' and there is absolutely no possibility that it will fall into the lower realm."

"Where did the Kunpeng True Blood within you come from?"

Chen Yuan's heart stirred, and he said calmly, "The True Spirit Clan... Clan Chief Kun has a good eye, but I cannot tell you how I obtained the Kunpeng True Blood."

Kun Chenglie's eyes grew even more intense as he murmured, "That's right, our ancestor stayed in the human realm for a hundred years. It seems he had a child with a female human cultivator..."

"It is truly a cruel twist of fate. For tens of thousands of years, not a single true spirit descendant has appeared in my Kunyu clan to inherit the mantle of our ancestors."

“You are a human cultivator, yet you have inherited the true spirit blood of your ancestors, and it is so pure.”

"However, our ancestors ultimately favored me more and sent you to me."

“If you possess the blood of another true spirit, I dare not say I am certain of victory.”

"But the Kunpeng blood within you is utterly useless before this Cangming Halberd left by our ancestor!"

He suddenly placed his left hand on the blade of the halberd and made a light cut, creating a deep, bone-revealing wound in his palm. Blood gushed out, flowing down the halberd and seeping into it.

The halberd trembled slightly, and as more blood gushed out, the trembling became more intense.

How could Chen Yuan sit idly by and watch him use his skills? He flipped his hand and took out the Purple Kui Thunder Drum and drumsticks. His silver eyes shone even brighter. In the sky, thousands of feet high, dark clouds suddenly gathered, completely unaffected by the gale.

These dark clouds were formed from spiritual energy and are a manifestation of the laws of thunder.

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the deep rumble of thunder seemed to come from an infinite distance, making one's soul tremble.

Kun Chenglie remained unfazed, letting the blood flow freely, staining the purplish-black halberd with a faint crimson hue.

Chen Yuan grabbed the drumsticks and struck the Purple Kui Thunder Drum heavily. A bolt of cyan-purple lightning descended, twisting and turning like a dragon, tearing through the gale and falling towards Kun Chenglie.

Kun Chenglie sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, and did not even raise his halberd to meet the attack.

But just as the heavenly lightning was about to strike him, a giant roc suddenly flew out from the halberd and swallowed the lightning in its mouth.

Kun Chenglie, who was below Dapeng, was completely unharmed. He looked at Chen Yuan with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"You'd better surrender now. Out of consideration for our shared ancestor, I, Kun, will spare your life!" (End of Chapter)