Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Witnessing such a horrific scene, some of the more timid disciples were already trembling with fear, their legs weak. At this moment, they no longer harbored any thought of coveting the position of a personal disciple. Driven by the instinct for survival, they turned around without hesitation and ran desperately towards the edge of the Demon Beast Forest.

The long-starved magical beasts naturally wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. They opened their blood-red mouths, revealing sharp fangs, and pounced on the fleeing disciples like a tidal wave, as if a bloody feast had already begun.

Just then, thousands upon thousands of man-eating ants surged out of the deep cave like a black torrent. They were densely packed, advancing relentlessly, raising clouds of dust in their wake. At the same time, a gigantic black widow spider watched the panicked humans intently. Its sharp fangs gleamed coldly, sending chills down their spines. Furthermore, a massive chameleon dragon lurked in the shadows, silently awaiting the perfect moment to deliver its fatal blow…

"Sect Leader, in my opinion, that intruder who entered this perilous Monster Forest is doomed to die! We should hurry now..." an elder said urgently.

Looking at the gruesome corpses scattered on the ground and the faces contorted with fear, even Jin Liang, who was usually as hard as iron, couldn't help but feel pity: "Alright, alright, let's retreat from this monster forest for now!" He sighed and reluctantly gave the order to retreat.

Thus began a breathtaking life-or-death battle between the magical beasts and the disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect. Shouts of battle, roars, and cries of agony mingled together, echoing throughout the outer reaches of the Magical Beast Forest. Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs lay strewn across the landscape; the battle was exceptionally fierce. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, yet neither was willing to retreat an inch. The deafening roar of this intense battle attracted even more magical beasts. They poured in from all directions, further exacerbating the already perilous situation.

"Sect Leader, the Blood Mosquitoes are here! We must leave quickly, Sun Kang is definitely not going to escape."

The Mosquito King, at the Golden Core stage, led tens of thousands of blood mosquitoes and surrounded them in the blink of an eye. The original force of several hundred people was now reduced to only a few dozen.

Suddenly, raging flames erupted around Jin Liang, making him appear like a war god reborn from the ashes, radiating an intense heat that was impossible to look directly at. He unleashed his domineering and unparalleled true fist technique, and in an instant, countless fist shadows overlapped in the air, raining down on the blood mosquitoes like dense raindrops. In the blink of an eye, dozens of blood mosquitoes, unable to dodge, were struck by this fierce fist technique and instantly turned into clumps of flesh, falling to the ground in a flurry.

However, the remaining blood mosquitoes were not deterred or retreated. Fearless, their sharp proboscis gleamed coldly as they lunged straight at Jin Liang like swords. But when these proboscis touched Jin Liang's body, it was as if they had struck an impenetrable steel barrier; they could not advance an inch!

Immediately afterwards, the blood mosquitoes spewed venom, which rained down like a torrential downpour. But when the venom came into contact with the flames surrounding Jinliang, it made a sizzling sound, emitted wisps of blue smoke, and then vanished without a trace.

Faced with such a formidable enemy, Jin Liang unhesitatingly unleashed his magical artifact—the Wind Bag. With a thought, an extremely violent gale surged forth from the Wind Bag, its howling sound echoing through the heavens. At the same time, Jin Liang spewed forth a torrent of flames, which merged with the powerful gale. In an instant, the wind fueled the fire, and the fire amplified the wind's power; the two complemented each other, forming a terrifying firestorm.

Those blood mosquitoes that had been putting up a stubborn resistance were instantly burned to ashes once they were caught in this firestorm, leaving not even a trace behind. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the blood mosquito army had been killed or wounded, and even the mosquito king couldn't help but feel fear and began to slowly retreat.

Just then, three enormous black scorpions darted in like ghosts. Their bodies were jet black, and in the sunlight, the sharp barbs on their tails gleamed with a cold, chilling light. The three scorpions formed a triangle around Jin Liang and his companions, clearly indicating their hostile intentions.

Seeing this, Jin Liang quickly activated his fire magic again, attempting to incinerate the black demon scorpions with its raging flames. However, to his surprise, despite the flames frantically licking at the scorpions' bodies, they seemed completely oblivious and remained unharmed. Realizing that continuing would be futile, Jin Liang decisively withdrew his magic and prepared to find another way to deal with the situation.

Jin Liang now regrets it immensely. He was blinded by hatred and chased the monsters all the way to the Monster Forest. Looking at the other disciples, he had no choice but to abandon them to save himself. He leaped into the air, and the elders understood and followed. Blood Mosquitoes swarmed him, but he continued to unleash his domineering true fist, carving a bloody path through the enemy lines. He flew away without looking back, leaving the other disciples to fight stubbornly in the Monster Forest.

Faced with Jin Liang and the others, all of whom possessed strength at or above the fifth level of the Golden Core realm, Wu Feilong knew he was no match for them and could only let them leave.

Jin Liang and the others escaped to the warship and waited for two days without seeing Wu Feilong. Confirming that he had died in the Demon Beast Forest, they returned to their sect.

This forest was a paradise for the Roc, a place where he could roam freely. His enormous size and wingspan, like a dark cloud blotting out the sun, sent sand and stones flying and terrified all who passed. Those man-eating ants that were usually so fearsome were now nothing more than a swarm of defenseless ants in the Roc's eyes. With a single, massive gulp, the Roc would swallow dozens of ants whole, devouring them with unbridled relish and delight.

Meanwhile, while the roc was locked in fierce combat with the demonic beast, Wu Feilong quietly slipped through the dense forest, searching for precious medicinal herbs. Finally, he came to a crystal-clear stream, the murmuring water seeming to beckon him to relieve his weariness from his journey. So, Wu Feilong decided to rest there for a while and wash his dust-covered body.

Just as he stepped into the river, ready to enjoy a moment of coolness, a huge ripple suddenly appeared on the calm surface. Then, a gigantic python, its body as large as a fat pig, leaped out of the river! This python was tens of meters long, its enormous body inspiring awe. Even more striking were the five prominent black and white rings on its back—undoubtedly, this was the legendary, terrifying Five-Ringed Python.

Facing such a formidable foe, Wu Feilong showed no fear. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the colossal beast before him, and he coldly declared, "Since I've run into you today, don't blame me for being impolite; I'll definitely take your beast core!" With that, the roc let out a deafening roar, then leaped forward, pouncing on the giant python with lightning speed. He extended a pair of incredibly sharp claws, viciously grabbing at the python's thick body.

The giant python, not to be outdone, quickly turned around, opening its gaping maw, large enough to devour anything, attempting to swallow the roc whole. However, the roc reacted with lightning speed, instantly adjusting its posture and fiercely pecking at the python's head with its hard, hooked beak. In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle, neither gaining the upper hand for a time.