280: You call this the transformation of the spirit?

Lin Feng's figure came to an abrupt halt after flying to a secluded area.

With a thought, the small black bottle containing the divine blood, along with several valuable treasures scattered from the giant's corpse, instantly vanished, all collected into his System backpack.

Only after completing all of this did he slowly turn around.

Boom!

Centered on him, countless sword threads appeared out of thin air, weaving into a vast, sky-covering net, instantly sealing off the space within a ten-mile radius.

The Geng Metal Sword Formation instantly took shape!

At the same time, a ball of dark blue flame rose in his palm, condensing into a lifelike firebird that let out a silent shriek, circling and flying around his body.

The Asura Holy Fire had also been completely refined.

"He stopped!"

"What does he want to do? A cornered beast's struggle?"

Behind him, three streams of light stopped almost simultaneously, looking at the figure enveloped in thunder and fire, their expressions varied.

Xu Tian's face was filled with savage killing intent, Huan Tianqi's face was grim, and Spirit Lord Huang Liang's beady eyes darted around incessantly.

Just as they were filled with suspicion, Lin Feng's body began to undergo a drastic change.

Crackling!

Amidst a dense series of bone-cracking sounds, his body rapidly swelled at a visible speed.

Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang!

In an instant, a terrifying Demon God, even taller than the barbaric giant before, appeared in the tomb passage, almost bursting through this underground space.

Dark demonic patterns climbed like living things across his bronze-colored skin, and above each shoulder, a ferocious ghost face emerged, as a pure, domineering, barbaric aura, as if from the dawn of Chaos, erupted.

The Luo Hou Divine Body was pushed to its peak!

"What... what Body Refining Cultivation Technique is this? How can its aura be so terrifying!"

Spirit Lord Huang Liang shrieked, his voice trembling slightly.

He could feel that the aura's status was so high, it even faintly suppressed his Yao Race Bloodline.

"Fellow Daoist Huan, this damned brat dares to turn back, beware of a trick!" He immediately sent a sound transmission to Huan Tianqi.

Huan Tianqi gave him a cold glance but did not respond.

"Hmph, I know, Fellow Daoist Huang Liang, your actions just now were not very clean." He snorted inwardly, very displeased with Spirit Lord Huang Liang's backstabbing behavior.

But he also understood that now was not the time for infighting.

Although the Human Race and Yao Race had their squabbles, when facing the Spirit Race, a common enemy, they still had to cooperate.

However, Xu Tian completely ignored their thoughts.

He stared intently at the towering Demon God, his eyes now containing not only killing intent but also a hint of greed.

If such a powerful Physical Body Cultivation Technique could be obtained by him... "Putting on a show!"

Xu Tian let out a furious roar, no longer able to hold back, and transformed into a brilliant golden stream of light, actually being the first to charge out, directly crashing into the sword Formation woven from sword light.

"Xu Tian!"

Huan Tianqi and Spirit Lord Huang Liang were both startled, not expecting him to be so reckless.

As Xu Tian plunged into the sword Formation's range, he immediately felt the surrounding space become as viscous as a swamp, an invisible force restraining his movements.

"Hmph, Space Restriction."

A disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

"Although the Restriction technique is very profound, your Spiritual Qi is simply too weak; it's useless against me!"

As a Prodigy of the Fire Spirit Race, one of the ten strongest races in the Spirit Realm, his affinity for the Law of space far surpassed that of the Human and Yao Races. To him, this level of Restriction was nothing more than child's play.

His figure flickered, golden flames rising from his body, and he actually ignored the layers of spatial restraints, easily moving through the sword Formation, directly rushing towards Lin Feng at its core.

Seeing this, Spirit Lord Huang Liang in the distance breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that brat is at his wit's end; this Formation looks impressive but is useless!"

Huan Tianqi, however, frowned deeply, and the unsettling feeling in his heart grew even stronger.

Within the sword Formation, Lin Feng looked at Xu Tian, who was charging like a broken bamboo, and a slight smile appeared on the giant Demon God's face.

"Whether my magic power is enough, we'll see in a real fight."

"Take this!"

The instant his voice fell, the wind and thunder wings on his back suddenly flapped!

Rip!

The colossal Luo Hou figure instantly vanished from its original spot.

The next moment, he had already appeared before Xu Tian, a fist heavier than a mountain, carrying the terrifying power to distort space, smashing down directly!

Before the fist arrived, the Void Realm in front of it already emitted a groan of unbearable strain, visibly collapsing inwards.

"What?"

Xu Tian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had completely unexpected that this Soul Transformation Cultivator, whom he viewed as an ant, would not only not flee but dare to take the initiative to attack him, a Void Refining mighty figure of the Spirit Race!

What arrogance!

This was naked contempt!

After the astonishment came a monstrous rage.

"Courting death!"

Xu Tian roared, and in his haste, he also raised his hand, a giant palm burning with golden flames, meeting the demonic fist with a fierce slap.

Bang—!

A dull, extreme thud, as if heaven and earth had been struck by a hammer.

At the point of impact between fist and palm, a visible white airwave exploded.

The ground beneath their feet was instantly leveled, turning into a bottomless circular abyss.

The two figures, at the moment of collision, each flew backward.

Lin Feng's thousand-zhang-tall Luo Hou Divine Body, like a mountain struck by a giant cannon, flew backward uncontrollably, tracing a long trajectory in the air, smashing through several layers of tomb passage stone walls, retreating several miles before barely stabilizing himself.

On the other side, Xu Tian's figure was also forcibly blasted back several hundred meters by that brutally unreasonable immense force!

He stumbled in mid-air, golden flames flashing beneath his feet, barely managing to dissipate the impact and stabilize himself.

"..."

"..."

In the distance, Huan Tianqi and Spirit Lord Huang Liang, who had been prepared to enjoy the show, had their expressions completely frozen.

Their eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, they stood like two stone statues, staring blankly at this scene.

Spirit Lord Huang Liang vigorously rubbed his eyes, almost unable to believe what he saw.

That Void Refining Middle Stage of the Spirit Race... was actually repelled by a single punch?

Although he only retreated a few hundred meters, while the mysterious Soul Transformation brat flew several miles, seemingly the brat suffered a great loss.

But the problem was!

One was Soul Transformation Late Stage!

The other was Void Refining Middle Stage, renowned for his strong Physical Body, a Void Refining mighty figure of the noble-blooded Spirit Race!

Between them was a major Realm, plus a minor Realm, and the huge chasm of racial talent!

Under such circumstances, a Soul Transformation Cultivator, going head-to-head with the opponent, only ended up at a disadvantage?

What the hell was this concept?

It was like a rabbit ramming into a tiger, and the rabbit was only stunned, while the tiger was knocked back several steps!

Was this reasonable?

This was unreasonable!

"I... I'm not seeing things, am I?" Spirit Lord Huang Liang's voice was extremely dry as he turned to look at Huan Tianqi.

Huan Tianqi's face was even more spectacular than his, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered a few words with difficulty.

"He... is he really in Soul Transformation?"

At this moment, the two Void Refining mighty figures, who had seen much of the world, felt that their thousands of years of cultivation knowledge had been completely overturned by this astounding scene before them.

Lin Feng's thousand-zhang-tall Luo Hou Divine Body stood still several miles away, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He felt the surging Qi and blood within him, and quickly came to a judgment.

This Void Refining Middle Stage of the Spirit Race indeed possessed a formidable Physical Body, far stronger than an ordinary Human Race's Void Refining Early Stage, by more than one level.

His full-power punch only repelled him, while he himself was sent flying even further.

However, this was already enough.

The medicinal power of the dragon scale fruit had not yet been fully absorbed, and the divine blood was already in hand; the future Luo Hou Divine Body would only grow stronger.

To contend with Void Refining at the Soul Transformation Realm, it might not be impossible in the future.

The strength of his Physical Body had been ascertained.

A slight smile, cold and curving, appeared on Lin Feng's gigantic Demon God face.

Next, it was time to test his magic power.

He made a single hand seal.

Boom!

The Geng Metal Sword Formation, already set up, was fully activated at this moment.

Within the tomb passage, endless golden sword threads appeared out of thin air, like a grand meteor shower, each thread carrying the sharpness to cut through space, leaving fleeting dark cracks in the Void Realm.

Tens of millions of sword threads wove into a net, converging from all directions, strangling towards Xu Tian at the center of the sword Formation.

"Hmph!"

Xu Tian had just stabilized his figure, his face still showing the shock and anger of being repelled by a punch. Now, seeing the sword Formation attack, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Petty tricks!"

He roared, slamming his two hands together.

A golden ancient bell shot out from the top of his head, expanding with the wind to a hundred zhang in size, its surface engraved with profound solar runes.

Clang!

The ancient bell emitted a long, resonant boom, and a visible golden halo spread out like ripples.

Wherever the halo reached, those incomparably sharp Geng Metal sword threads seemed to sink into a quagmire, their speed abruptly slowing, their forward momentum forcibly suppressed.

The golden halo and the sky-filling sword threads fiercely clashed, grinding against each other, emitting a series of grating friction sounds.

Though the sword threads were numerous, they could not advance an inch.

"Attacks of this caliber, don't bring them out to embarrass yourself, brat!"

Xu Tian stood beneath the ancient bell, his face full of mockery, seemingly trying to regain the face he had just lost in this way.

Spirit Lord Huang Liang in the distance, seeing this, also breathed a sigh of relief and cackled, "I knew it! A Soul Transformation Cultivator, with a Heaven-Defying Physical Body, how could his magic power possibly keep up! After all, there's a major Realm difference!"

Huan Tianqi said nothing, but his brows were furrowed even tighter, and the unsettling feeling in his heart remained undiminished.

However, Lin Feng did not get angry at Xu Tian's taunts.

He simply calmly raised his hand, and a shimmering Talisman appeared in his palm.

The Talisman was suffused with Spiritual Qi, and profound runes flowed like living things, indicating it was clearly no ordinary item.

Top-grade Spirit-Descending Talisman!

Lin Feng expressionlessly slapped the Talisman onto his gigantic chest.

Boom!

The Talisman instantly transformed into a torrent, surging into his body.

A terrifying aura, far exceeding before, erupted from the Luo Hou Divine Body.

His cultivation was forcibly elevated at this moment, soaring all the way to the absolute peak of Soul Transformation Late Stage, leaving only a thin paper-thin barrier to the Void Refining Realm.

"Again!"

Lin Feng uttered two cold words, and again made a hand seal.

Buzz buzz buzz—

The entire Geng Metal Sword Formation let out an excited hum.

Those sword threads that had been blocked by the golden halo now shone brightly, their power surging by more than double!

The previously stalemated situation was instantly broken.

The sword threads that had been retreating steadily now charged back like blood-crazed beasts, madly pressing against the golden halo in the center.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The golden halo flickered violently, being furiously cut by countless sword threads, actually beginning to dim and thin at a visible speed.

"What!"

The mocking smile on Xu Tian's face instantly froze.

He could clearly feel the pressure from all directions suddenly increase several times, forcing his vital Spirit Treasure to emit groans of unbearable strain.

The golden halo of the ancient bell was actually being forcibly pushed back!

Finally, the sharpness of the sword threads and the halo of the ancient bell once again reached a strange equilibrium, clashing furiously and stalemating each other less than ten zhang from Xu Tian.

A draw!

It was a draw again!

This scene caused the brains of the three Void Refining mighty figures present to enter a temporary blank state.

"This... this is impossible!"

Spirit Lord Huang Liang's shriek was distorted, his furry ears standing on end in shock.

"Magic power... how could his magic power be on par with a Void Refining Middle Stage?!"

If a Soul Transformation Cultivator specializing in Body Refining could barely contend with Void Refining in terms of strength by relying on a Heaven-Defying Cultivation Technique, while astonishing, it was not unprecedented throughout history.

But now!

This was a genuine clash of magic power! It was the most direct manifestation of cultivation Realm!

How could a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, even with some enhancement secret technique, possibly compare in total magic power and quality to a Void Refining Middle Stage existence?

This completely violated the iron Laws of the immortal cultivation world!

"This brat... what kind of monster is he!" Huan Tianqi's face was so grim it could drip water, and monstrous waves surged in his heart.

He finally understood the source of his unease.

This young man before him simply could not be judged by common sense.

He was a thorough, rule-breaking anomaly!

However, Lin Feng, the instigator, looked at the stalemated situation before him, feeling somewhat uninspired.

"Is that all?"

He shook his head.

This Void Refining Prodigy of the Spirit Race, his strength was merely thus.

If his plant and wood Clone, which had never been revealed before others, also acted, with the combined strength of both bodies, killing this person would not be difficult.

However, Lin Feng had no such intention.

The Spirit Race was, after all, one of the ten strongest races in the Spirit Realm, with numerous powerful experts.

Killing a Void Refining Middle Stage Prodigy here, while satisfying, would bring endless trouble to the Human Race and Yao Race.

The purpose of this trip had been achieved; the divine blood was in hand, and his own strength had been verified.

It was time to leave.

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

Lin Feng's colossal Demon God body let out a low chuckle.

He slowly raised his other hand.

A familiar dark blue flame once again condensed in his palm, forming a firebird poised to take flight.

The instant Xu Tian saw this flame, the hairs on his entire body stood on end, and a fear originating from the depths of his Soul made him feel utterly cold.

It was this thing!

It was this that had destroyed his proud Physical Body with a single strike!

"Not good!"

Without thinking, he tried to fully activate the ancient bell for defense.

But Lin Feng's movements were faster than his.

"Take this."

He flicked his wrist, and the dark blue Asura firebird flew out of his hand, drifting lightly towards Xu Tian.

At the same time, Lin Feng's mind stirred.

Boom!

The sky-filling Geng Metal Sword Formation, which had been tightly trapping Xu Tian, vanished without a trace at this moment, like a retreating tide.

His thousand-zhang-tall Luo Hou Divine Body also rapidly shrank like a deflated ball, returning to the appearance of the handsome young man in green robes.

The sound of wind and thunder flashed and disappeared.

With just a flap of the wings on Lin Feng's back, his entire being transformed into a bolt of lightning, vanishing at the end of the tomb passage.

One breath later, he was already ten thousand miles away, taking a single step, his figure completely merging into the Void Realm.

Meanwhile, Xu Tian, left behind, found himself in an unprecedented predicament.

The pressure of the sword Formation suddenly vanished.

Before he could even react, he saw the dark blue flame, representing death, had already breached the final distance and arrived before him.

An extreme aura of destruction assailed him.

Xu Tian's pupils suddenly contracted into the most dangerous pinpricks!

The next moment.

Boom—!

The dark blue sun once again bloomed in this underground space.