Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Three days ago, there was a bottomless abyss.

There was a lot of noise on the deserted island. Less than half an hour after Chen Yuan left, all the seabirds on the island gathered around Kun Feng's huge corpse, pecking at his flesh and blood.

The skinned Kun fish looked very ugly, and the exposed flesh and blood was burnt and smelled bad, emitting a burnt smell.

But it contains tremendous magical power, which is a delicacy that these seabirds have never tasted before. It is also a panacea that can awaken their spiritual intelligence and become a magical beast.

Dozens of seabirds were already full and could not swallow even a bit of flesh and blood. They flapped their wings and flew high, swiftly and powerfully, circling in the sky, emitting a faint demonic aura, their eyes moving constantly, and they looked more spiritual.

After a few more meals, they will be able to turn into monsters, and because they have devoured the flesh and blood of the Kun fish, even their blood will become much purer.

But this wonderful evolution was forcibly interrupted. Three beams of light flew from the horizon and in the blink of an eye they were above the deserted island. Three majestic figures appeared, and the person leading them was Kun Tong.

His tiger eyes were filled with murderous intent. Seeing the ugly corpse of Kun Feng on the ground, he roared, "Who is it? Who killed Feng Er?"

He howled towards the sky, his voice carrying for a hundred miles, like rumbling thunder. All the seabirds were killed and fell to the ground in dense masses.

Countless corpses of sea fish, sea beasts and monsters floated up on the sea surface within a radius of hundreds of miles. They were endless and dyed the sea surface black.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and the sea became as smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple, as if it had been smoothed by a hand.

When the demon king gets angry, millions of people are killed.

After a long time, Kun Tong finally stopped. A sturdy man beside him sighed softly, "My dear brother, please accept my condolences. It must have been the work of the Jiaolong clan. Ao Fang led the demon king of the Red Jiao lineage to block us, and then sent people to ambush us beside the abyss. That's why my dear nephew Kun Feng was killed."

He is also the demon king of the Kunyu clan, named Kunsong, with black hair draped over his shoulders and a rough appearance.

"Impossible! Ao Hui is not Feng'er's opponent, so how can we rely on the remaining youngsters of the Chijiao lineage? There must be someone else who killed Feng'er!" Kun Tong growled.

"No matter who the murderer is, we can't stay here for long. Let's take our nephew Kunfeng's body and leave first." Another sturdy man looked across the deserted island to the sea in the east, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

His name is Kunlang. He wears a crown that ties up his black hair and a black suit. He does not look like a demon king, but rather a human warrior with great martial arts skills.

And beneath the sea surface that Kunlang was looking at was a bottomless abyss.

Kun Tong vented his anger and calmed down a little. He let go of his escape light and raised his hand to place it on Kun Feng's body. A dark light glowed from his palm, and Kun Feng's huge body flashed with light and turned into a human form.

Kun Tong looked at Kun Feng's wounded body with a sad face. He didn't care about the blurred flesh and blood on Kun Feng's body at all. He hugged his body and flew back along the way he came.

The other two followed closely behind. The three of them moved at an extremely fast speed and soon left the deserted island.

While flying away, Kun Lang looked at Kun Feng's body and frowned, "Who could have hurt my nephew Kun Feng like this?"

"I still think that it was the work of the Red Dragon lineage. Ao Fang sent people to intercept us halfway and wanted to kill nephew Kunfeng. If the three of us hadn't joined forces to resist him, he would have succeeded." Kunsong insisted on his opinion.

Kun Lang shook his head: "What Brother Kun Tong said just now makes sense. The youngsters of the Red Dragon lineage are no match for my nephew Kun Feng. The person who did it must be someone else."

Kun Song asked back: "Then who else do you think it could be? Besides the Red Dragon lineage in the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters, who else would dare to attack the people of my Kunyu clan, especially my nephew Kun Feng who is highly valued by the clan?"

"I'm going to Tianji Gate and ask Tianjizi to predict who killed Feng'er!" Kun Tong hugged Kun Feng's body tightly, not putting it into the mustard seed ring, and said word by word.

Kun Lang advised: "My dear brother, please do not be impulsive. We still need to think about this matter carefully. How can the Tianji Sect predict the future for our demon race?"

Kunsong echoed, "Yes, Tianjizi is a great cultivator, rarely seen. We all understand that you are eager for revenge, but it is too difficult to ask Tianjizi to take action."

Kun Tong said coldly: "If I go alone, I will certainly be asking for trouble, but the clan leader has a history with Tianjizi. When he returns from his travels, I will ask him to come forward, and I will definitely be able to persuade Tianjizi to take action."

Kun Lang frowned and said, "This is a good idea, but asking Tianjizi to do divination will require a lot of offerings. Have you thought about it, my dear brother?"

Kun Tong gnashed his teeth and said, "I must avenge Feng'er, even if it costs me everything I have!"

Kun Song said: "The offerings cannot be made by my brother alone. Kun Feng's bloodline is pure and rare in a thousand years. He is the next clan leader appointed by the clan. The clan should make offerings and ask Tianjizi to predict the murderer."

Kun Lang also nodded: "This makes sense, brother Kun Tong, when you return to Beiming Island, you can bring this up to the clan. Both of us will support you. The clan leader also likes nephew Kun Feng very much. When he comes back, I'm sure he won't refuse."

Kun Tong said gratefully: "Thank you, brothers. I will remember this favor!"

……

Yuqing Sea, Tianji Island.

For tens of thousands of years, the sects in the Yuqing Sea have risen and fallen, but there are only three large sects that exist at the same time.

Only the veins of large islands can carry large spiritual veins, and there are only three large islands in the Yuqing Sea, and Tianji Island is one of them.

Ten thousand years ago, Tianji Island was not called this name, but when the island was occupied by Tianji Sect, it was renamed and remains so until today. As one of the three major islands, Tianji Island Market is also ranked among the top three in Yuqing Sea, second only to Hanxing City Market, and more prosperous than Zhenhai Island Market.

Although the Tianji Sect is the largest sect of the Yuqing Sea demon world, on Tianji Island, it is no different from Zhenhai Island and Hanxing City. No one dares to cause chaos in the market town, and no matter how brutal the demon cultivator is, they must do business in accordance with the rules.

Only a stable order can support a prosperous market.

But demon cultivators are demon cultivators after all, and their methods of cultivation are cruel and bloody.

Here is the largest ghost market in the entire Yuqing Sea. It has all kinds of living souls, corpses, blood essence and other materials that are not easy to sell openly, as well as magic weapons and elixirs obtained from killing and looting. It is filled with a sinister and chilling atmosphere.

Chen Yuan, wearing a gold-thread mask, walked in the ghost market of Tianji Island with a steady pace and a calm look.

The Ghost Market was built underground. It existed before the Tianji Sect occupied Tianji Island. It has a long history and is dozens of miles in radius. It covers a vast area, but there are dark rocks a few feet above the head, which makes it very cramped.

Compared to the market on the ground, the ghost market is more orderly.

Monks wearing the standard robes of the Tianji Sect were patrolling everywhere. Most of them only had the Qi Refining level of cultivation. Under the leadership of a few Foundation Establishment monks, they had serious expressions and majestic eyes. They were not afraid even when facing Jindan monks.

The Tianji Sect will not interfere with transactions in the Ghost Market. Even if someone is selling the corpse of a Nascent Soul cultivator, they will just turn a blind eye.

But every shop and every stall has to pay a large sum of money to the Tianji Gate, which is an astronomical amount of spirit stones. They will never allow anyone to disrupt the order of the ghost market, let alone seek revenge in the ghost market.

The ghost market on Tianji Island is the largest stolen goods sales den in Yuqing Sea, but it is safer than all the other markets.

The monks in the ghost market are not worried about being robbed, but they do not want to reveal their identities. Almost everyone wears a mask or a gauze scarf and a hat. Chen Yuan walks among them, inconspicuous.

Two years have passed since he killed Kun Feng.

After he escaped from the abyss, he did not immediately return to the Yuqing Sea, but stayed in the Ten Thousand Demons Sea, using his essence and blood to refine demon-luring pills and hunt monsters.

Over the past two years, he hunted monsters and took elixirs while rushing back to Yuqing Sea. There were eighteen more level seven monster elixirs in the mustard seed ring, as well as more than twenty level six and level five monster elixirs.

Unlike when he went there, Chen Yuan did not dare to cross the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters on his return trip. Instead, he made a big detour, walking along the edge of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, hiding during the day and moving out at night, traveling carefully.

He only hunted monsters in remote sea areas, and obtained only eighteen level seven monster pills, and they were all monsters with mediocre bloodlines.

But he had previously obtained thirteen level seven demon pills, plus the few he obtained on Jueling Island, which were enough to refine dozens of level seven demon essence pills.

In addition, he has more than thirty eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs on him, and can refine a lot of late-stage Jindan elixirs, which are enough to cultivate to the False Infant realm.

However, after leaving the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, Chen Yuan did not immediately return to Renzhou, but came to Tianji Island.

Refining the seventh-level Yaoyuan Pill requires hundred-year-old spiritual herbs. The recipe for the Yaoyuan Pill was created by old man Dan Jue, a cultivator from Yuqing Sea. Many of the spiritual herbs in the recipe are specialties of Yuqing Sea and are extremely rare in Jiuxianzhou.

Among them, there are several hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, which are extremely rare and cannot be bought in ordinary markets. They are only sold in the five major markets.

The five major markets are Hanxing City Market, Zhenhai Island Market, Tianji Island Market, Kongyu Island Market, and Xue Island Market. Perhaps because of the reputation of the three major sects, or because of their proximity to the Ten Thousand Demons Sea, they have become the five most prosperous markets in the Yuqing Sea.

Among them, Chen Yuan had been to the Hanxing City Market, the Xuedao Market, and the Kongyu Island Market, and had dealt with people there. Out of caution, he would not set foot there again.

The Zhenhai Island Market was on Zhenhai Island, and he was afraid of meeting Patriarch Yuntian, so he didn't dare to go there.

The only place he had never been to was the Tianji Island Market, which was also the largest ghost market in Yuqing Sea, and it was a den of filth and corruption. The Tianji Sect never checked identities, so it was the best choice.

Chen Yuan came to the market of Tianji Island five days ago. He wandered around the market and the ghost market every day and finally gathered all the hundred-year-old spiritual herbs needed to refine the Yaoyuan Pill.

He had no spirit stones on him, but he had a large number of demon pills.

He sold all the fifth-level and sixth-level demon pills in exchange for hundreds of high-quality spirit stones. He then bought more than two hundred hundred-year-old spirit herbs and more than twenty five-hundred-year-old spirit herbs needed for refining pills, spending all the spirit stones.

Now that he had gathered all the spiritual herbs, there was no need for Chen Yuan to stay in the ghost market anymore.

He walked slowly towards the exit of the ghost market, looking around and taking in the stalls and shops on the street.

The ghost market is extremely prosperous. In addition to the shops lining the streets, there are also many monks who rent stalls to sell things that cannot be seen in the light.

Anyone who enters the Ghost Market is at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The items on the stalls are at least low-grade spiritual weapons, while the majority are high-grade and top-grade spiritual weapons, and there are even some magic weapons.

In other places, magic weapons are snatched by cultivators, but it is different in the ghost market. No one knows who these magic weapons came from, whether they will cause trouble, and therefore will be difficult to sell.

Chen Yuan looked at the stalls on both sides of the street and saw many treasures that he had only seen in picture books before, which broadened his horizons.

Suddenly, his eyes paused, he stopped walking, walked to a stall on the street, looked down at a magic weapon, and whispered: "How much is this thing worth?" (End of this chapter)