Return to Falling Rosy Clouds Valley! Zhengjiao's Transformation

As the phantom solidified, an enormous Demon Beast appeared before Chen Feng.

The Demon Beast was pitch-black from head to toe and as massive as a small mountain.

Its entire body was covered in scales with the texture of obsidian, growing in a reverse pattern. Faint, dark-red lines of energy flowed through the gaps between them.

Most striking of all were the Demon Beast's heads: it had two of them.

At that moment, its four pairs of amber eyes were fixed on Chen Feng.

Its appearance was so ferocious that a mortal would have collapsed to the ground in terror at the sight of it.

Even an immortal cultivator would likely have been shaken to the core by such a ferocious Demon Beast.

This was the first time Chen Feng had seen Zhengjiao's true form, and it was a true form with a physical body at that.

Zhengjiao had always been a beast soul before. Now, seeing his true form with his own eyes, even Chen Feng was shaken.

Yet Chen Feng's expression remained utterly calm as he met Zhengjiao's four pairs of eyes.

He knew Zhengjiao had never been well behaved, and now that his strength had increased, he was bound to have ideas.

But Chen Feng was not worried. If Zhengjiao dared turn on his master, he would erase the wisp of Zhengjiao's Divine Soul left in his keeping without hesitation.

After a while, a fawning expression appeared on one of Zhengjiao's heads. "Fellow Daoist! I succeeded." He really had been considering whether to attack Chen Feng just now.

But in the end, he had given up.

Leaving Chen Feng's strength aside, his very life was already in Chen Feng's hands. If he attacked, the outcome would certainly be miserable beyond measure.

Chen Feng looked at Zhengjiao and