Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

When killing Jin Lei, everyone tacitly did not attack the other party.

The Jindan cultivators present were not stupid and would not give Jin Lei any chance to fish in troubled waters.

But now, the only demon on the island died, and there was no buffer between the two sides.

Wang Lin rushed directly to Chen Yuan, his demonic energy boiling, and his huge body was extremely fast, not even much slower than Jin Lei.

"I heard that you are also a physical cultivator, then let Wang see what you are capable of!"

Mr. Songshi said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Wang, be careful, he easily killed a golden-feathered eagle, his strength should not be underestimated!"

Chen Yuan stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood, his black hair turned snow-white, dancing without wind, and went up to meet him.

After killing Jin Ling, in order to save his true essence, he no longer stimulated Zhu Yan's true blood. Now he was going to fight Wang Lin, so he would naturally not hold back.

Chen Yuan saw clearly that the dark golden golden-feathered eagle did not last long under the siege of everyone, but Wang Lin's performance was still the most outstanding one.

He was not afraid of the dark golden feathered eagle's desperate magical power. His recovery ability was amazing. His huge strength was only slightly inferior to that of the golden feathered eagle, making it impossible for it to escape.

If someone else blocked the way, the dark golden feathered eagle might still be able to struggle.

After Wang Lin transformed, he was able to compete with the demon beast royal family whose cultivation was one level higher than his, which showed his extraordinary strength.

But even in this situation, he still did not use all his trump cards. His hands were not covered with Zhuyan True Fire, and he only relied on the strength of his body to fight Wang Lin.

The two walked towards each other, and soon rushed in front of each other and punched hard!

Chen Yuan's figure was no different from that of an ordinary person. In front of Wang Lin, who was two meters tall, he looked extremely small.

His fist was only one-tenth the size of Wang Lin. In front of the ferocious silver demon, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Boom!

The fists of the two people collided heavily, and a huge circular air wave spread out.

The trees on the island seemed to be swept away by an invisible hand and fell down.

Countless branches and leaves flew up and fluttered in the wind, as if it was a green rain.

Chen Yuan did not retreat, but Wang Lin, who seemed to be the devil, flew back dozens of feet before he stopped.

The scene was suddenly quiet, and everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at Chen Yuan with shock.

Wei Changhong was overjoyed. Even though he saw Chen Yuan kill a golden-feathered eagle with his own eyes and knew that he was very powerful, Wang Lin was notorious and just easily intercepted the dark golden golden-feathered eagle. The devil he turned into was even more vicious, which made him sweat for Chen Yuan.

Seeing that Chen Yuan had the upper hand at this time, he was overjoyed.

Mr. Song Shi's face was extremely ugly. If even Wang Lin was not Chen Yuan's opponent, how could he take the golden scale fruit?

Jing Shuhan, who had been calm and composed, as if everything was under control, also changed her expression slightly, and looked at Chen Yuan with a more serious look.

The three mid-stage Jindan cultivators behind her were even more solemn, and the magic weapons in front of them were shining, ready to attack at any time.

Lu Gui took a deep look at Chen Yuan and nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with his performance.

After Wang Lin stabilized his body, he laughed out loud: "It's great! I have never seen a stronger physical cultivator than me. You are the first. What kind of skills do you practice?"

"No comment." Chen Yuan said coldly.

Wang Lin didn't care either, and said in a deep voice: "Then let me have a good fight with you!"

He suddenly roared to the sky, and the dark demonic energy lingering around him danced like a black snake, and his body shrank to about ten feet high.

The silver scales on his body were more dazzling, with a faint golden light, and the horn on his head stretched twice as long.

His face was covered with mysterious black patterns, which were evil and mysterious. The monks present felt uncomfortable.

They were Jindan monks. If they were ordinary people, they would die on the spot with just one look.

But the next moment, these mysterious black patterns disappeared, and Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

The demonic energy around him condensed into a set of black armor to protect his whole body.

The surface of the armor showed black patterns similar to his face, but it was much simpler, and the sense of evil and mystery was greatly reduced.

Chen Yuan's face became solemn. Wang Lin's change seemed to be long, but in fact it only took a breath of time, and there was no time to interrupt.

Wang Lin clenched his fist and looked down at Chen Yuan: "Since I have cultivated this magical power, today is the first time I have used it with all my strength, but I know that I am not your opponent."

The others were stunned. After Wang Lin's second transformation, the magic power was pervasive, and there was even a hint of the momentum of a Yuanying cultivator. He was still not Chen Yuan's opponent?

Wang Lin said again: "When your hair turned snow-white, I felt a breath. That breath only appeared for a moment, but it was enough to make my soul tremble."

"I have fought with the three major monster kings, but I have never had this feeling on them."

"I know that you must have a trump card that I can't deal with. Use it and let me see it."

Chen Yuan stared at Wang Lin, very surprised. Is this person crazy?

Wang Lin's perception is sharp, and he can detect the fleeting breath of Zhu Yan.

But the Golden Scale Fruit is still in his hand. This person doesn't think about how to take back the Golden Scale Fruit, but wants to fight with him. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Unless... he is sure that he can take the Golden Scale Fruit.

Chen Yuan became alert, but said: "Then we'll see if you can force me to reveal my trump card."

Wang Lin nodded and turned to look at Jing Shuhan: "Please don't interfere with my fight with this fellow Taoist. It won't be too late for you to take action after I lose!"

After saying that, he flashed and turned into a black meteor, rushing towards Chen Yuan with a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan punched to meet the attack, and the two of them collided fiercely, but this time, Wang Lin did not retreat.

Boom boom boom!

Both of them were brave and did not retreat. They fought back and forth, and the shadows of their fists filled the sky. For a while, they were evenly matched.

Chen Yuan was smaller and more agile, and punched Wang Lin several times.

But the black armor and silver scales on Wang Lin were extremely hard. Even with all his strength, Chen Yuan could only barely break these two layers of protection, leaving a shallow scar.

Then there was a constant flow of demonic energy from Wang Lin's body, repairing the black armor and silver scales.

Moreover, after Wang Lin's second transformation, his strength increased greatly, but he was only slightly inferior to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan had to resist with all his strength and could not let Wang Lin's punches and kicks hit him, otherwise he would be seriously injured without Binghuan's resistance.

The two men were as fast as lightning, and each punch contained nearly a million pounds of strength. When they collided, it was like thunder roaring and thunder rolling.

Chen Yuan did not use the Zhuyan True Fire. Since Wang Lin thought that Jing Shuhan, who was in the early stage of Jindan, could deal with him, then this woman must have a backup plan.

He didn't know what would happen in this battle, so he couldn't use his trump card easily.

Without using the Zhuyan True Fire, the time to stimulate the true blood can be greatly extended, and he can keep fighting with Wang Lin.

After Wang Lin's second transformation, his strength increased greatly, and the two layers of protection of silver scales and black armor were comparable to the top mid-level magic weapons.

Ordinary late Jindan cultivators were not his opponents at all. Even if they met the impure blood of the demon beast royal family like Jin Ling and Jin Lei, he was confident of winning the battle.

But in front of Chen Yuan, he could only do his best to not lose.

Wang Lin was the incarnation of the Demon Lord, while Chen Yuan was possessed by a true spirit.

This evil and mysterious Demon Lord was obviously not as good as Zhu Yan's true spirit.

...

When Wang Lin and Chen Yuan were fighting, Jing Shuhan and others also attacked Lu Gui and Wei Changhong.

Including Mr. Song Shi, there were five people on the Tianji Sect side, and Lu Gui and Wei Changhong immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Wei Changhong faced a mid-stage Jindan cultivator with a look of despair.

As the first sect of the Yuqinghai Orthodox Sect, the Zhenhai Sect had always been in dispute with the first sect of the Demon Sect, the Tianji Sect.

He had killed a Tianji Sect Jindan cultivator with his own hands, and now he fell into the hands of a Tianji Sect cultivator, there was no chance of survival.

Wang Lin was also a Tianji Sect cultivator, and Chen Yuan obviously couldn't take him down for a while.

He and Lu Gui were two against five, and there was no chance of winning no matter how you looked at it.

However, Wei Changhong was only in despair. He did not lose to a cultivator of the same level.

But facing the siege of Jing Shuhan, Mr. Songshi and two other mid-stage Jindan cultivators, Lu Gui was soon overwhelmed and could not continue.

He had the highest cultivation level, but he could not compete with the four Jindan cultivators.

Moreover, three of them were Tianjimen cultivators with strong strength. Mr. Songshi knew him very well and repeatedly reminded him, making it difficult for his magic weapon to achieve success.

Jing Shuhan advised: "Daoyou Lu, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. You are destined to be unable to keep the Golden Scale Fruit. Why do you have to fight in vain?"

"As long as Daoyou is willing to join our sect and persuade Daoyou Chen to hand over the Golden Scale Fruit, I will not only not make things difficult for you, but also give you the opportunity to form a baby."

"If Daoyou miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you will never meet it again."

"My Lu family's ancestor was an elder of the Zhenhai Sect. The clan was established for more than 600 years. It was only with the care of the Zhenhai Sect that it was passed down to this day. It is impossible for me to betray the Zhenhai Sect!" Lu Gui pinched the magic formula with his hands, and three water tornadoes dozens of feet high condensed and surrounded him, resisting the offensive of the four people.

Jing Shuhan shook her head; "Since Daoyou Lu is stubborn, then I can only send Daoyou on his way."

The magic weapon she controlled was a small yellow tripod. With a touch of her slender hand, several condensed and undispersed light smoke flew out of the tripod and floated towards Lu Gui.

Mr. Songshi and the other two also stepped up their offensive and directly broke two waterspouts. Lv Gui was defeated in an instant.

But he was not afraid at all. He turned his head and looked at Chen Yuan and Wang Lin who were fighting. He sneered: "I have to thank you for making this trip worthwhile."

"My mission has been completed. Next, please let the old ancestor Yuntian talk to you!"

Jing Shuhan's face changed: "Don't hold back, kill him quickly!"

"Haha, it's too late!" Lv Gui's magic formula changed, and a majestic aura spread out! (End of this chapter)