Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "I am fine now."

"I'm ashamed that I could only stand by to help support the team. I wasn't injured, but my energy was depleted a bit, but I have already recovered." Jing Shuhan said.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, let's set off now and head to Demon Plain. What do you two fellow Taoists think?"

"Everything is subject to your instructions, fellow Taoist." Jing Shuhan said.

Wang Lin nodded, and Chen Yuan took the lead in riding the light of escape and flew towards the core of the Wind and Thunder Sea, with the two following closely behind.

After flying for about a hundred miles, Jing Shuhan suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is something I don't understand. Why did you pretend to be a disciple of our sect in front of Kunfeng?"

Chen Yuan said, "I am traveling with two Daoist friends. Daoist friend Wang's magic skills are so conspicuous. If I don't make up an identity as a magic cultivator, it will inevitably arouse Kun Feng's suspicion."

"Moreover, the demon cultivators are decisive and ruthless, unlike the righteous cultivators who have to consider their reputation. Even if I don't save my fellow disciples, it is reasonable, which will make them more wary."

Jing Shuhan's face showed a look of sudden realization: "Daoyou has thought very carefully. Kun Feng's methods are cruel. He kills Chi Jiao at will. The golden-winged eagle should have died in his hands. If Daoyou is not strong enough, he will definitely not let Brother Wang go."

Chen Yuan turned to look at Wang Lin: "Please don't blame me, Fellow Daoist Wang. The situation was critical at that time, so I resorted to this desperate measure to force Kun Feng to release the people. It's not that I don't care about your life."

"It doesn't matter. At this critical moment of life and death, we cannot reveal any flaws. Fellow Daoist, you acted this way to save my life. How can I not know right from wrong?" Wang Lin said.

Chen Yuan nodded, Wang Lin was quite sensible.

The reason he made this explanation was because he still needed Wang Lin's help. Even though the reason was clear, he had to show it on his face, otherwise he would not waste any more words.

The three of them continued on their way and finally arrived at the core of the Wind and Thunder Sea after a whole day.

This place is a hundred miles in radius, and the wind is the most violent. Chen Yuan's spiritual sense can only cover a hundred feet around him. Any farther away will be blown away by the wind.

Everywhere you look, there are gusts of green hurricanes. You can only see the scenery a hundred feet away. The rich wind-attributed spiritual energy repels all the heavenly thunder.

Jing Shuhan had to use all his strength to circulate his true energy to resist the strong wind. Chen Yuan and Wang Lin were not at ease either. This place was too dangerous. Even for physical cultivators, they had to be cautious.

The three of them took out the thunder beast's essence core from the mustard seed ring and threw it forward. The thunder beast's essence core was swept away by the strong wind and disappeared.

After a while, three white lights fell, which were extremely dazzling in the dim sky. The three people subconsciously closed their eyes.

The familiar force of space squeezing came, but it disappeared in just a moment, as if it was just an illusion.

When Chen Yuan opened his eyes again, he had already left the sea of ​​wind and thunder. The raging wind around him had disappeared. He took back the true energy that had been released from his body into his dantian.

Looking closely, there is a lake in front of you, several miles in radius. The water is clear and transparent, with fish swimming around. In the center of the lake there is an island of several acres in size.

The lake was surrounded by thick white fog, exactly the same as the white fog surrounding the Tongtian Palace and the Yibao Pavilion.

Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin were standing next to Chen Yuan. The three of them were at the edge of the lake. Several feet behind them was a slowly flowing white mist.

Chen Yuan rode on the light of escape and flew towards the island in the middle of the lake at a very slow speed. Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin followed behind him.

A moment later, the three of them arrived above the island in the middle of the lake and descended with a beam of light.

There is a bamboo forest on the island in the middle of the lake. It is emerald green and tall. Every bamboo is shining with spiritual light and is at least a hundred years old.

But when Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense and investigated, he found that these green bamboos were not spiritual woods. They were just a little too old and had mutated under the influence of spiritual energy. They could be refined into magical instruments, but they were of no use to Jindan cultivators.

In the bamboo forest, there is a bluestone path leading to two octagonal stone pavilions, in front of each of which stands a stone tablet.

The three big characters "Jinmu Ze" are written on the left stone tablet, and the three big characters "Tongtian Temple" are written on the right stone tablet.

In the stone pavilion, there is a teleportation array, waiting there quietly.

Chen Yuan and the other two landed in front of a stone tablet with the word "Jin Mu Ze" written on it. This teleportation array led to the secret realm where the third trial was located.

There is no reward for passing the second trial, but the cultivator can choose whether to continue with the third trial or return to Tongtian Palace and wait until the trial is over before leaving Jueling Island.

Chen Yuan turned to look at Jing Shuhan: "The Demonic Plain is dangerous, and those who enter it will inevitably be separated. Fairy Jing, do you have any countermeasures?"

Jing Shuhan smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. The Demonic Aura is everywhere in the Demonic Field. I have my own secret method that can sense where Senior Brother Wang is. As long as we meet up as soon as possible, nothing should go wrong."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "That's good, I'll go ahead."

He bowed to the two of them, turned around and walked into the stone pavilion, and stood on the teleportation array.

A white light flashed, and Chen Yuan's figure disappeared.

Jing Shuhandao and Wang Lin looked at each other with serious expressions, then walked into the stone pavilion together and stood on the teleportation array. The next moment, their figures disappeared from the spot.

After the three people left, the island in the middle of the lake returned to silence, but not long after, two figures fell from the sky and landed in front of the stone pavilion.

Kun Feng was in front and the blue dragon was behind. Its body had shortened to ten feet, and it lowered its eyebrows and looked submissive. It did not look like a dragon, but rather like a green mule following behind its master.

Kun Feng glanced at the two stone tablets, walked towards the stone pavilion on the left, and Lan Jiao followed closely behind him.

The two walked into the stone pavilion and came to the teleportation array. A white light flashed, and their figures disappeared.

……

A huge force of space squeezing came, accompanied by a feeling of dizziness, and Chen Yuan came to an unfamiliar place.

After he woke up, he immediately spread out his spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding situation.

Before my eyes was an endless wasteland filled with a faint black mist, like a layer of veil covering the earth. It was not very thick, but extremely obvious, covering everything with a layer of light black, giving people a feeling of depression and heaviness.

The field was covered with black sand and gravel, barren and cracked, with all kinds of strange plants growing on it.

All the plants are black without exception, with twisted branches and covered with thorns, baring their fangs and claws to warn others not to take advantage of them. The fruits they produce are also thin and dry, with gray-black lines on them, which will make you lose all appetite at first sight.

"Squeak!"

Several dark shadows suddenly rose from the knee-high bushes and pounced towards Chen Yuan, screaming miserably.

Chen Yuan frowned and waved his sleeves. Several black shadows froze in the air. A line of blood slowly appeared at their throats. They fell to the ground, their limbs twitched a few times, and then they remained motionless.

These were several strange black beasts, shaped like mice, but about a foot long, with muscular light black bodies, mouths full of fangs, and red eyes. They gave off a faint demonic aura, and their aura was similar to that of a third-level Qi Refining cultivator.

"Squeak squeak!"

Another dozen black rat beasts jumped out from another patch of grass. Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed them. The Feiyun Sword appeared out of thin air, and with a clear sound, it shot out and cut all the rat beasts into two pieces.

He rode on a beam of light and rose into the air. Looking down, he saw hundreds of pairs of red eyes staring at him in the grass and bushes.

The next moment, shrill screams were heard. These strange beasts, which were only equivalent to the lower-level first-class monsters, actually pounced on Chen Yuan, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, without fear of death.

Chen Yuan snorted coldly and pointed a point. The Feiyun Sword split into dozens of sword energies, which moved back and forth and killed all the rat beasts.

The rat beast's corpse fell to the ground, and light black blood flowed out, watering the wasteland. The smell of blood gradually spread along with the slowly rising black mist.

The rat beast's blood seeped into the ground at an alarming speed and soon disappeared.

Those strange-shaped shrubs and weeds grew several inches at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their dry branches and leaves became bright, as if they had just been rained on. They moved without wind, as if showing off their shiny black branches and leaves.

The dry and skinny fruit quickly swelled to the size of a fist, and the gray-black lines turned purple-black, emitting a sweet aroma that was extremely sweet at first, but then followed by a wave of nausea and dizziness.

Suddenly, countless black insects emerged from the ground, each of them was the size of a broad bean. They crawled onto the rat beast's corpse like a tide, and tore off the rat beast's flesh and blood with their sharp forelimbs and put it into their hideous mouthparts.

In a short while, the swarm of insects had eaten hundreds of rat beasts clean and hid underground again.

The wilderness returned to its tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Yuan stood in the air, looking down at his feet with a solemn expression.

This wasteland is so strange that the weak rat beasts dare to pounce on the Jindan monks. The ferocious plants are hungrily absorbing the blood of the rat beasts. Countless insects are gnawing on the flesh and blood of the rat beasts. Killing is going on all the time, and all living creatures are scrambling to devour everything in front of them.

This is the Demonic Origin, the third trial that terrifies the monks of Yuqinghai.

On the stone tablet in front of the stone pavilion, the secret realm of the third trial is called "Jinmu Ze", but no one uses this name.

There is a thin demonic aura everywhere here, and all living things are infected by it. They only know madness and killing. It is an absolute demonic land, so it is called "Demon Origin".

And those strange beasts infected by evil spirits are called "demon beasts".

Demonic beasts, like ferocious beasts, have no intelligence, but ferocious beasts are even crazier.

Those black rat beasts were only lower-level magical beasts, but they fearlessly attacked Chen Yuan, who was far more powerful than themselves. They were not afraid even if they all died.

Starting from the second level of a magical beast, a kind of essence core will condense in its body. Like the demon beast's demon pill and the fierce beast's inner pill, it is the source of the magical beast's power and is called the "magic core" by the monks of Yuqinghai.

The content of the third trial is to hunt down monsters and seize the magic core.

A Nascent Soul cultivator needs to hunt down one hundred magical beasts, three of which must be of the same level, and the rest must be at least level seven.

The requirements for Jindan cultivators are much lower, and they only need to hunt down ten magical beasts of the same level.

The same goes for monsters and cultivators. After obtaining enough magic cores and offering them on the altar, they can pass the third trial, and the excess magic cores can be left behind.

There are thirty-six altars scattered all over the Demonic Plain. They are not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy and are the only way to leave the Demonic Plain. If you want to leave this crazy wilderness, you must kill ruthlessly like those crazy monsters.

Chen Yuan recalled the Feiyun Sword, put it into his dantian, rode on the light of escape, and flew away.

It would be useless to kill as many low-level monsters as possible. He had to find ten monsters of the same level as soon as possible, seize their magic cores, and leave this place.

The three trials on Jueling Island lasted for two months, and less than a month had passed.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators need to hunt down a hundred magical beasts, including three of the same level. It will take quite a while to complete the task, and they are likely still in the Demonic Source.

Chen Yuan didn't want to meet them, especially Ji Laogui, he would definitely kill Chen Yuan as soon as possible.

Chen Yuan also prayed in his heart that Wang Lin would not meet Patriarch Yuntian in the Demonic Plain and die in his hands in advance.

The black mist that permeates everywhere in the Demonic Source is the thin demonic energy. If you stay in it for a long time, your soul will be infected by the demonic energy and you will become a monster that only knows how to kill.

But demonic energy had no effect on Chen Yuan. He had refined Zhu Yan's true blood and was able to control Zhu Yan's true fire. Even the true demonic energy could be burned to ashes, let alone such a thin demonic energy.

Moreover, his body has been tempered by the power of the stars in the sky, and is extremely masculine and strong, making it the best choice to restrain evil spirits. The black mist cannot enter Chen Yuan's body at all.

He flew all the way at a slow speed, his spiritual sense covering a twenty-mile area around him, searching for traces of magical beasts of the same level.

Affected by the ubiquitous demonic energy, Chen Yuan's spiritual sense detection range was reduced by one third.

But he still saw many low-level magical beasts. The Demonic Plain looked desolate, but it was actually full of vitality.

Under the knee-high weeds and in the man-high bushes, countless level one monsters were killing each other, willing to shed the last drop of blood for a piece of flesh and blood or a piece of fruit.

Those strange-shaped plants happily absorbed the blood of the dead monsters, becoming even more deformed and uglier.

Chen Yuan ignored these low-level monsters. These monsters were unaware that a cultivator was flying in the sky hundreds of feet above their heads.

A day later, after Chen Yuan flew thousands of miles, the scene before him finally changed.

The black fog that permeated the sky and earth became thicker, and a forest began to appear on the wasteland.

The black branches of the trees were twisted, and in the dim light, they looked like crazy ghosts with arms growing all over their bodies, waving wildly towards the sky.

There is no night in Moyuan. The skylight shines through the black fog and turns into a light gray, depressing and cold.

When the black fog became thicker, dark clouds appeared in the sky. Looking into the distance, you could see dark shadows shuttling through the dark clouds.

Chen Yuan immediately lowered his escape light, and it was only ten feet above the ground, and his escape speed also slowed down a lot.

Those black shadows were all magical beasts that could soar in the sky and shuttle between the magic clouds. They must be extremely powerful. Chen Yuan did not dare to expose his figure and could only fly close to the treetops.

This is also the experience gained from Master Qingyou's memory. As the black fog becomes thicker and thicker, the monsters become stronger and stronger. You must not fly at high altitudes, otherwise you will die without a burial place.

When Chen Yuan flew over the forest, a group of crows suddenly rushed over with sharp cries. There were dozens of crows. When they flapped their wings, hundreds of black feathers with blood-red color flew out and shot towards Chen Yuan like arrows.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and the Feiyun Sword appeared out of thin air. He then pointed his finger and the Feiyun Sword shot out, arriving first and cutting all the crows into two.

At this time, the feathers flew in front of Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed them again. The Qinglong Shield appeared out of thin air and blocked them easily.

This group of crows were level 2 magical beasts. Chen Yuan had already seen them sleeping on the branches with his spiritual sense, so he did not avoid them. However, he did not expect to wake them up as soon as he approached them.

He had already hidden his presence, but these monsters seemed to have exceptionally keen senses and still sensed his presence.

In the memory of Master Qingyou, when he first entered the Demonic Source, he could avoid low-level monsters by simply concealing his aura, and only monsters of the same level could detect him.

But now, a second-level magical beast can discover a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period. After a thousand years, the magical beasts in the Demonic Source seem to have undergone significant changes.

Chen Yuan put away the Feiyun Sword and Qinglong Shield and continued to fly forward. After flying for dozens of miles, he saw a group of level two owls.

There were more than twenty owls in this group, fighting with a group of level 2 monsters that looked like wild boars in the forest. Chen Yuan deliberately did not avoid them and went to meet them.

He had just approached within a hundred feet of the two groups of monsters when they all stopped fighting and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan frowned, summoned the Feiyun Sword, and killed both groups of monsters.

Over the next day, he tried several more times, but was unable to escape the detection of the low-level monsters. As long as he got within a hundred feet, he would be discovered.

He finally stopped trying and avoided any low-level monsters he saw on the road.

Two days later, Chen Yuan flew tens of thousands of miles. The black fog was no longer getting thicker, but the demonic energy contained in it had become much purer.

Chen Yuan began to encounter level three and level four monsters, but there was still no monster above level five.

The perception abilities of these magical beasts are much stronger than those of level 2 magical beasts. They can detect Chen Yuan's presence even though they are several hundred feet away.

But he didn't dare to fly high in the sky, so he could only stay close to the ground. He was only ten feet high, so it was impossible for him to completely avoid these monsters.

He killed hundreds of low-level monsters in a row, stopped several times to recover his energy, and finally encountered the first level five monster.

High-level monsters are just like low-level monsters in that they are fearless, crazy and bloodthirsty.

This was a level five demon lion. It spotted Chen Yuan's trail from a thousand feet away, and immediately pounced on him, spitting out demonic flames from its mouth, looking extremely ferocious.

Chen Yuan summoned the Fu Hai Ge, easily killed it and took away its magic core.

The fifth-level magic core is dark in color, round and crystal clear, about the size of a walnut, and contains pure demonic energy.

This item is useless to Chen Yuan, but it is a treasure to magic cultivators. It can improve their cultivation and can also be used to refine weapons. A level five magic core is as valuable as a level six demon pill.

The appearance of the magic lion means that Chen Yuan has entered the depths of the magic source, and the magic beasts he will encounter next will be at least level three magic beasts.

One day, Chen Yuan was on his way and encountered two groups of monsters fighting each other.

One side is composed of eight level 4 demon apes, which are very powerful. The other side is composed of twenty-three level 4 poisonous scorpions, which are weaker. They are almost three times as many as the demon apes.

When Chen Yuan arrived, the demon apes had won a tragic victory, and the ground was littered with the corpses of poisonous scorpions. However, the only three remaining demon apes were also covered in wounds and seriously injured and dying.

They roughly tore open the corpses of the poisonous scorpions, found their magic cores, and swallowed them into their stomachs. Pure magic energy lingered around them, and their injuries gradually improved, and their faces were filled with relief.

But at this moment, the three demon apes discovered Chen Yuan who was flying towards them.

They roared wildly and rushed towards Chen Yuan, completely ignoring the injuries on their bodies.

Chen Yuan frowned, summoned the Feiyun Sword, and easily killed the three-headed demon ape.

The ground was littered with corpses. The blood of the demon apes and poisonous scorpions quickly seeped into the ground. The trees gently swayed their branches, as if they were cheering.

The Demonic Source is extremely strange. The deeper you go, the denser the demonic energy becomes, and the higher the level of the demonic beasts, the greater their number.

In terms of monsters, the richer the spiritual energy, the higher the level of the monsters and the smaller their number, and the same is true for ferocious beasts.

But the monsters are not just irrational, they only know how to kill and don't care about their own life or death at all, as if the only purpose of their birth is to devour the magic cores of other monsters.

Only when they devour the magic cores can they briefly escape from killing and madness.

Whenever these monsters encounter Chen Yuan, even if they have just experienced a fight, even if they are seriously injured and dying, they will drag their dying bodies and rush towards Chen Yuan.

They seemed unable to tolerate the fact that there were living beings without demonic energy in their bodies.

This demonic land is full of weirdness, or rather, the Jueling Island is full of weirdness.

In the memory of Master Qingyou, the ancestors of the Wentian Sect once said that in ancient times, the Jueling Island was high in the sky and it was definitely not what it is now.

Why would the ancient powerful build such a floating island?
Using three vast secret realms of space as trials is such a design that makes people marvel at the power of the ancient powers and the richness of the ancient world of immortal cultivation.

Who are these three "trials" testing?
How did this Jin Muze become the "Magic Source"?

Or has the Demonic Origin always been like this, and was deliberately arranged by the ancient powerful to use ferocious magical beasts to train human cultivators?

Why is the secret realm where the Fulong Chizhen Teng is located filled with strange evil spirits, restricting the cultivation of human cultivators?

What kind of changes did the giant floating island that once hung high in the sky go through to become what it is now?
During the lonely and boring journey, these questions naturally emerged in Chen Yuan's mind. These are also the doubts that the monks of Yuqinghai have not solved for nearly ten thousand years.

It was not until he encountered a level six magical beast that Chen Yuan temporarily suppressed these thoughts.

From the fifth-level magical beasts onwards, there are very few magical beasts that live in groups. This is a sixth-level magical bear, three meters tall, with ferocious spikes about a foot long on its back. After seeing Chen Yuan, it immediately pounced on him.

Chen Yuan did not want to waste time, so he immediately used his nameless magical power. His body grew to about ten feet tall, and his body surface turned silver-white, and he went forward to meet the enemy.

The sixth-level magic bear was quite strong, but it was far inferior to Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan killed the magic bear with just a few punches.

His body returned to its original state, he summoned the Feiyun Sword, took out the magic core, cut off the demon bear's fur and the spikes on its back, put them into the mustard seed ring, and continued on his way.

But at this moment, a gentle voice came into Chen Yuan's ears: "This body of strength is quite strong. It beat the demon bear to death. If it is used on the bed, it should feel good..."

Chen Yuan's expression suddenly changed and he turned to look.

Ten feet away, a beautiful woman was looking at him with interest. (End of this chapter)