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Yunding Mountain.

Lu family.

Lu Jiangyuan came hurriedly and walked into the Lu family's main hall. The head of the family, Lu Jianyu, was reading a book.

"Uncle San, I have something important to report."

"Go ahead."

“That Chen Xian has practiced the secret method of [Nine Transformations of Yang God] and is experiencing a transformation of life and death!”

"Oh?"

Lu Jianyu looked surprised and stared at Lu Jiangyuan seriously and said, "The Nine Transformations of Yang Mysticism is to repair the soul body. Is his soul body broken?"

Lu Jiangyuan nodded: "I heard that it was broken, but I can't tell. He was beaten to death in the Heavenly Prison, but the acupoints and meridians in his body were sealed, and the fire in the Niwan Palace was burning in his flesh and blood. He must be a Nine-transformation Yang God."

"His Nine Transformations Yang Shen should have come from the imperial court. Although there is a chance that it can be repaired into a Yuan Shen body, the chance of success is not high. Even if the repair is successful, the Yuan Shen body will not reach the level of supernatural powers."

Lu Jianyu said lightly, without showing any concern on his face, but Chen Xian chose [Nine Transformations of Yang God] to repair his soul body, which was quite courageous.

"Keep an eye on him. If he doesn't wake up after 49 days, he will be dead."

"Uncle San, should we spread the news and report it to the court?" Lu Jiangyuan asked.

"Even if the news spreads, the court will definitely have to report it. After all, it will be difficult not to be discovered by the court after 49 days."

"It's Uncle San." Lu Jiangyuan nodded and left
……

Daning Palace.

The old eunuch Wei Cheng received the secret report and presented it to Emperor Ning.

Emperor Ning was a little stunned after reading it. He stared at the secret report for a while before asking, "Has the rumor about Prince Feng and Chen Xian in Feng Tianjing passed?"

"Your Majesty, the rumors have died down." Wei Cheng said.

Emperor Ning nodded secretly, waved to Wei Cheng, and stared at the contents of the secret report again.

He thought: Chen Xian, ah Chen Xian, I didn't expect you to choose to practice the Nine-Turn Yang God Secret Art. This secret art is a life-or-death struggle, and the success rate is only 30%. I don't know if the secret art has been changed. If it has been changed, your success rate must be reduced to 10%.

It depends on your luck. If you can survive the rebirth of life and death, I will issue an edict to restore your freedom.

……

Surrounded by mountains.

Longtang Lake, Yujia.

In the hall on the mountainside, a young man was reporting something to Yu Chengming.

This young man is handsome and tall. He is one of the three great geniuses of the Yu family, Yu Fengyi, and has reached the second level of Tiangang Realm.

"Chen Xian practiced the Nine Transformations Yang God and died in prison?" Yu Chengming was surprised when he heard the news.

Yu Fengyi nodded: "Third Grandfather, the news is absolutely true, Chen Xian has been dead for three days."

Yu Chengming sneered, "I was originally thinking of dealing with him, but I didn't expect him to play with fire and get burned. In the past three thousand years, only three people have succeeded in the Nine Transformations of Yang God, and they are still cultivating in the original state, so the chance of success is very low."

"The Nine Transformations Yang God that he cultivated must have come from the Imperial Court's Martial Arts Pavilion. The Tianwu Sect and the Lu Family would definitely not give the Imperial Court the original copy. So even if he has a chance of success, it is very, very low if he is not cultivating the original copy."

Yu Fengyi didn't say anything. He didn't have any feelings for Chen Xian. He only knew that Chen Xian was a martial arts genius who had the ability to kill strong men in the Wanxiang Realm at a young age.

In addition, the family secretly supports the Sixth Prince, so he is secretly competing with Chen Xian. He doesn't even know what Chen Xian looks like, so Chen Xian's life or death has nothing to do with him.

"Feng Yi, pass the message to Feng Yan in Kyoto City." Yu Chengming said.

"It's Third Grandpa!" Yu Fengyi nodded, turned and left.

……

Soon, Yu Fengyan from Kyoto City learned that Chen Xian had died in prison, and immediately went to Prince Yan's Mansion to inform him of the situation.

"Hahaha...that bastard played with fire and got burned. That's great. I don't have to do anything about him, he will kill himself!" When King Yan heard the news, he laughed heartily.

Yu Fengyan's eyes flickered as he said, "Your Highness, once the Nine Transformations Yang God changes life and death, it may not be true death. We will know after forty-nine days. During this period, if no one disturbs you, if you are lucky, you will wake up and your cultivation strength will be greatly improved."

Prince Ning Hong of Yan was slightly stunned: "Is that so?"

Yu Fengyan nodded: "If someone interferes in the process of reincarnation, he will definitely die. But he is in prison now, there is no way to interfere."

Prince Yan stared coldly outside the hall, and then he said in a cold voice: "Tell the news to the eighth prince, Prince Xuan."

Yu Fengyan's eyes flickered, and he bowed and left Prince Yan's Mansion.

Soon, news came that not only the eighth prince, Prince Xuan, but also the fourth prince, Prince Qi, and the eldest prince, Prince Wu.

The third prince, the fifth prince, and the ninth prince also received the news.

"Chen Xian is dead?" The fifth prince Ning Yan looked incredulous.

The Ninth Prince Ning Chen was cultivating in the palace and was shocked when he heard the news: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could Chen Xian die?"

The young eunuch was frightened and trembled as he said, "Your Highness, I heard about this from others and I came to report it to you immediately."

In a garden, Ning Shiqi, who was practicing swordplay, got the news and asked with eyes as bright as stars, "Chen Xian is dead?"

"How could he be dead?"

"Who killed him?"

The palace maid was so frightened by Ning Shiqi's aura that she trembled and shook her head repeatedly to indicate that she didn't know.

Qu Xunyang groaned for a moment and said, "Don't be anxious, Princess. Chen Xian must have cultivated the Nine Transformations of Yang God and is in the period of life and death. He should be in a 'fake death', but if he can't wake up, he will become a real death."

Ning Shiqi looked surprised: "Mr. Qu, what's going on?"

……

November passed in a flash. Chen Xian's life and death cycle lasted for twenty days. Golden blue flames emerged from his pores, forming a layer of flames on the surface of his body.

The drunkard next door occasionally came over to take a look, and when he saw that Chen Xian was in a relatively stable condition, he just glanced and left.

However, on this day, a middle-aged man in prison uniform came to the fourth floor of the prison. With a sinister look and steady steps, he walked towards the cell where Chen Xian was.

He looked into the cell through the heavy iron door, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He immediately slapped the iron door with his palm. The iron door was not broken, but the formation in the stone prison flashed instantly.

Ok?
The drunkard who was sleeping soundly in the next room opened his eyes and disappeared on the stone bed in an instant.

"court death!"

The drunkard suddenly appeared in the corridor outside the cell, and with one palm he sent out a powerful sword shadow, killing the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he was knocked away by the seemingly unremarkable sword light, blood spurting out of his mouth. He looked down and saw a bloody hole in his chest.

However, he is just entering the realm of supernatural powers!
The drunkard roared angrily and tried to kill the middle-aged man again. Then, he heard the sound of vomiting blood coming from the stone prison where Chen Xian was.

"Boy!"

The drunkard didn't even bother to kill the middle-aged man, and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

The middle-aged man's face was filled with horror and he turned and ran away.

In the stone chamber, on the stone bed, Chen Xian was attacked frantically by the stone prison formation. Chen Xian closed his eyes, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and then his head tilted, completely motionless!
The drunkard was furious. He quickly stabilized the formation in the stone prison, flashed to the stone bed, and tried to stabilize the situation inside Chen Xian's body. However, he found that Chen Xian's internal organs were burning by the yang fire, and his soul body was also burning with flames.

"Boy, you have such bad luck!!"

The drunkard was speechless for a moment. He took out his wine gourd and gulped down three big gulps, then pinched Chen Xian's mouth and opened it.

The drunkard opened his mouth and spit, but what came out was not wine, but a blue flame dragon shadow, which made a "hum" sound and drilled into Chen Xian's mouth.

As soon as the dragon shadow flame appeared, it swept towards the golden-blue yang fire in Chen Xian's internal organs. After a moment, the dragon shadow traveled along the acupoints and meridians in Chen Xian's body, stabilizing the yang fire.

Finally, it appeared on a wide crack in Chen Xian's soul body. After a roar, the blue dragon shadow rushed into the crack and quickly connected the crack.

The crack disappeared, and a blue dragon shadow appeared, shining brightly.

At the same time, the golden-blue yang fire on Chen Xian's soul body stabilized and began to slowly condense Chen Xian's soul body.

in the dark.

Chen Xian was still conscious. He could feel himself being attacked. The feeling of being swallowed by darkness and about to die occupied his entire consciousness.

He was filled with rage, yet his body could not move.

At this moment, he heard a panicked voice in his consciousness, and he could tell it was from a drunkard.

Then a dragon roar was heard in his consciousness, and the darkness that was madly devouring his consciousness slowly dissipated. The fire of consciousness gradually jumped and became brighter, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared.

Then a cursing voice came into my consciousness.

"That little bastard from Shatian Pavilion is really looking for death!" The drunkard cursed after stabilizing Chen Xian.

He never expected that someone from the Shatian Pavilion would come to the prison to kill Chen Xian, and that the person who came was at the level of supernatural powers.

He looked down at Chen Xian and said, "Boy, you are not very old, but the person you offended is quite strong, not the old man. How can you repay the old man if you must die today?"

The drunkard knew that Chen Xian couldn't answer him, so he muttered a few words and disappeared into the stone prison.

Not long after, Lu Jiangyuan brought his men to the prison. When he saw a pool of blood in the corner of the fourth floor, he quickly rushed to the stone prison where Chen Xian was.

Seeing Chen Xian lying safely on the stone bed with golden-blue flames burning on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately turned around and shouted at the prison warden: "Useless, a bunch of useless people!"

At this time, a voice came from my ear: "Stop shouting, people from the Killing Heaven Pavilion, in the Divine Ability Realm, go check who it is?"

Lu Jiangyuan was slightly stunned, and could not help but walk towards the stone prison next door. He took a look inside and saw the drunkard facing him. He immediately bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, senior!"

The drunkard didn't move. Seeing this, Lu Jiangyuan and his men quickly left.

……

Three thousand miles northeast of Fengtian City, there is a prosperous town.

In a fairly decent restaurant, a middle-aged man in prison uniform came quickly, holding his chest.

As a powerful person in the realm of supernatural powers, his body has a very strong healing ability. However, when he was hit by that sword, he found that the sword light was extremely powerful and contained the power of sword, so the wound could not heal at all.

In the restaurant room, Pang Wenling saw that the latter was injured and his face was solemn.

"Is that bastard Chen Xian dead?" he asked, standing up.

The middle-aged man quickly tore off his prison uniform, which began to burn. After he swallowed a healing pill, the bleeding from his wound stopped.

"You have to pay more!" he said weakly.

"No problem!" Pang Wenling nodded: "Is he dead?"

The middle-aged man looked fierce: "He probably won't survive."

Pang Wenling was stunned: "What I want is accurate information."

The middle-aged man said in a cold voice: "You should know how powerful the lightning formation in the prison is. It is equivalent to the attack power of a strong man in the supernatural power realm. I triggered the formation, and the lightning in the stone prison bombarded his body. If he practices the secret method of [Nine Transformations of Yang God], he will definitely die. Just wait for the news."

Hearing this, Pang Wenling regained his composure and then grinned: "You bastard, I finally killed him!"

His Pang family was one of the eight prefectures. His grandson Pang Hao was killed, and his son Pang De was also killed. Before the Demon-Suppressing Pass, he wanted to kill Chen Xian with his own hands. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to do so.

Now the shame that Chen Xian brought to the Pang family has finally ended.

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(End of this chapter)