Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Wu Feilong gripped the sword hilt tightly with his right hand, a powerful force seemingly gathering in his grasp. Simultaneously, his left hand rapidly clenched his fingers, chanting incantations as if performing a mysterious and ancient spell. In an instant, three cold lights shot out from the massive cauldron; upon closer inspection, they were three incredibly sharp blades!

The three bladed wheels spun rapidly in the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound, like three merciless cutting machines, as they pounced straight at the demonic wolf not far ahead.

The demonic wolf clearly hadn't anticipated such a fierce attack. Despite its swift reaction, it couldn't dodge in time and was pierced deeply by one of the wheel-like blades. Seeing their companion injured, the other two demonic wolves became even more enraged. They opened their blood-red mouths, revealing sharp fangs, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and launched a relentless attack on Wu Feilong.

However, the blade had already pierced deeply into the wolf's body and was firmly lodged inside, making it impossible for the wolf to pull it out easily. As the blade churned, a large amount of blood gushed out, instantly staining the ground red.

Just then, another demonic wolf, brandishing its sharp claws and whistling through the air, pounced on Wu Feilong. Seeing this, Wu Feilong quickly raised his sword to defend himself. A loud clang rang out; the impact of the collision sent a sharp pain through Wu Feilong's hand, and his sword was sent flying! Immediately afterward, the wolf's claws mercilessly slammed into his chest, sending Wu Feilong flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the heavy bronze door before falling to the ground in a disheveled state.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Wu Feilong's mouth, splattering onto the ground. He endured the excruciating pain, struggling to his feet with his hands, swaying unsteadily. Then, he quickly turned around, tightly shielding Mu Yao behind him. At this moment, Wu Feilong's eyes were bloodshot, his expression grave, his entire focus fixed on the three rapidly spinning blades in the air.

With a thought, the three bladed wheels seemed to receive a command and flew towards the demonic wolf once more. This time, their target was no longer the wolf's body, but its limbs! With several crisp "snap" sounds, the demonic wolf's legs were severed by the sharp blades, and the wolf fell to the ground in agony, howling incessantly.

Just then, another demonic wolf suddenly opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard on his left arm. Sharp fangs instantly pierced the skin and embedded themselves deeply into the arm muscles; the excruciating pain felt like it was tearing his soul apart. However, even after suffering such a severe blow, he didn't hesitate. With a powerful swing of his right hand, three gleaming blades flew out rapidly, heading straight for the demonic wolf's neck. A muffled "thud" was heard, blood splattered everywhere, and the demonic wolf's neck was cleanly severed by this fierce strike!

Thus, the three ferocious wolves finally met their end. Wu Feilong was also panting heavily, his labored breathing echoing in the air. His body was extremely weak; his legs gave way, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground. Crimson blood gushed from his injured left arm, quickly staining a large patch of ground red.

"You absolutely can't die!" Mu Yao cried out anxiously. Together, the two tore off the hideous wolf's head. Immediately afterward, her companion swiftly opened a bottle of wound medicine and evenly sprinkled the white powder onto Wu Feilong's bloody wound. Instantly, a sharp, intense pain caused Wu Feilong to tremble uncontrollably. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He clenched his teeth, his molars grinding together with a chilling sound.

Just then, the flowing blood slowly converged towards the Simuwu Ding not far away. When the blood touched the Simuwu Ding, the originally dull and lackluster body suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light. As the light grew stronger, the Simuwu Ding began to shrink rapidly, becoming only the size of a palm in the blink of an eye. Then, it shot out like a bolt of lightning, landing accurately in a groove above the bronze door.

Almost simultaneously, the mysterious magic array on the bronze door began to operate frantically. Strange runes shone with dazzling light, weaving together into a complex and mysterious pattern. Accompanied by a deep rumble, a huge black vortex gradually emerged on the bronze door, deep and dark, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

Despite his injuries, Wu Feilong struggled to lift his head and glance at Mu Yao beside him. At that moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. With his last ounce of strength, he tightly grasped Mu Yao's hand, and together they leaped into the black vortex filled with unknown dangers…

In the blink of an eye, the two appeared in a huge stone chamber, which was filled with all kinds of rare treasures, divine weapons, and spirit stones that emitted powerful spirit energy, as well as jet-black swords that could cut hair with a single breath, and the Simuwu Ding standing on the altar...

Wu Feilong, dragging his exhausted body, staggered towards the Yuan Stones that emitted a mysterious light. His true essence, depleted from the intense battle, desperately needed replenishment to restore his strength. When he finally reached the Yuan Stones, he eagerly reached out to grab one. However, to his astonishment, when he grasped the stone and raised his hand, he found his hand empty! Unable to believe his eyes, he reached for another stone, but the result was the same—he grasped nothing.

Filled with doubt, Wu Feilong frowned and, unwilling to give up, turned and walked towards the swords displayed not far away. Those swords also gleamed with a cold light, appearing incredibly sharp and priceless. However, no matter how hard he tried to grab them, he could only reach out and touch these treasures, yet he couldn't move them even an inch.

Just then, a dark figure appeared suddenly in front of Wu Feilong like a ghost. Before he could react, he felt an overwhelming, suffocating aura wash over him. Looking closely, he saw a dignified and imposing man standing there, staring at him expressionlessly. This man exuded an unparalleled pressure, as if he were the master of this world.

The man casually waved his hand, and an invisible force instantly pierced through Wu Feilong's body, shooting straight backward. Wu Feilong turned his head in horror, only to see the force strike Mu Yao, who had been hiding in the corner, squarely. Mu Yao groaned, her body jolted violently, and then her eyes closed as she slumped limply to the ground, unconscious.

Wu Feilong was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his face turned deathly pale, and his legs involuntarily retreated. He was secretly shocked: this person's aura was so strong, and his strength far surpassed that of the Golden Core stage master he had encountered in the forest!

"I am the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Refinements." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, as if it came from the deepest hell. "Since you possess the Tai Xu Cauldron and are not a lackey of the Xu Kunlun gang, you can be considered to have some connection with me. I am fully aware of everything that has happened outside. Seeing your loyalty and righteousness towards your friends, you are indeed a promising talent. As long as you agree to do one thing for me, all the treasures here will be yours."