Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Yan Zhang suddenly took action, as if it was a signal.

Long Pokong and Sect Master Hong also took action one after another, without any hesitation on their faces.

Sect Master Hong summoned several refined corpses and said coldly: "What Jiuxianzhou, Huangliangzhou, Donghuazhou has not had any contact with other continents for tens of thousands of years, let alone any space channel."

"Gu Daoyou is about to die, so he will believe your nonsense. Hong is responsible for the rise and fall of the sect and will never go along with you."

Several elders of the Yinhai Sect were excited and attacked the monsters in front of them.

If Sect Master Hong really had a different mind, they really didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, the demon lord showed disappointment on his face and sighed: "I originally wanted to save some energy and recruit a few subordinates, so that I could return to the demon world and take back everything I lost..."

"Since you are stubborn, I don't need to hold back."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and the demonic energy surged and poured into the bodies of the surrounding demons.

Amidst the roars, the size of the demons increased by more than twice, their muscles bulged, their breath increased greatly, and their red eyes were stained with a deep black. They roared and pounced on the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of them.

Even the tenth-level demons increased their size by half, and their appearances were extremely hideous. They easily blocked the attack of the great cultivator.

Everyone changed color. The demons were crazy, and now their strength increased greatly. It was extremely difficult to deal with them. Two weaker Nascent Soul cultivators died on the spot, and several others were seriously injured.

But there were also Nascent Soul cultivators who went against the trend and showed their power.

Sect Master Shen and Xuan Yuanzi were among them. One of them raised his flying sword, and the other used his magical power to severely injure the monster in front of him.

Chen Yuan still relied on his physical strength to resist the enemy, but he sacrificed the Fu Hai Ge to restrain the monster.

He had no intention of fighting, and kept thinking about the conversation between the Demon Lord and Dao Xuan and Elder Zhou.

Tianxuan Sect was actually the inheritance of Taixuan Sect, the path of ascension, the spirit world and the demon world, the space channel, the Nine Immortals Huangliang...

Chen Yuan only knew today that the Taixuan Sect, which he had always thought had been destroyed, actually had a legacy left.

He immediately became alert in his heart. Did Tianxuan Sect know the details of the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain? Would they have long been eyeing this secret realm of space?

Gu Zu had some connection with the Demon Lord, and used the Nine Bends of Yellow Sand as bait to invite him to enter the Demon Realm. Did he have other intentions?

He secretly circulated his true energy, seemingly entangled with two level eight monsters, but in fact his attention was always on the Demon Lord and Gu Zu.

The Demon Lord summoned the demonic energy to enhance the power of the demons. Chu Xiao would not sit idly by and slashed with the Panlong Sword again.

The Demon Lord ignored him and turned to Gu Zu and said, "This girl is in your hands."

Gu Zu nodded slightly, went forward and stopped Chu Xiao.

Although the Panlong Sword was fierce, he was not without means. He took out an ancient talisman and threw it in front of him. The talisman broke into pieces and turned into a transparent golden bell, which protected him and stopped the Panlong Sword.

Chen Yuan was shocked when he saw this. There were four "卐" characters engraved on this golden bell, which was exactly the same as the symbol he saw in the Buddhist temple in his previous life.

Ding Ding Ding!

The Panlong Sword slashed on the golden bell, and ripples of golden light appeared. The bell rang loudly, but the golden bell was unshakable.

The light of the "卐" character was volatile. Every time it was hit by the Panlong Sword, it dimmed a little, but it never went out.

Gu Zu stood with his hands behind his back, allowing Chu Xiao to attack, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Chu, don't waste your energy. This ancient talisman can only be broken by a cultivator who has reached the state of transformation..."

Chu Xiao gritted his teeth, suddenly opened his red lips, and spit out a golden thorn, which shot at the golden bell, but still failed.

The Demon Lord smiled slightly, and his figure flashed, ignoring the art of locking the heaven and earth, and teleported hundreds of feet away, came to Xiao Mingyuan, and grabbed him.

Chu Xiao was shocked, but he didn't dare to abandon Gu Zu and chase the Demon Lord, so he could only remind him: "Junior Brother Xiao, be careful!"

Xiao Mingyuan hurriedly retreated to avoid it, but the monster in front of him suddenly used desperate means, risking both sides to be injured, and wanted to stop him.

Xiao Mingyuan was shocked and angry, so he could only stop to meet the enemy, severely damaging the monster in front of him, but also lost the chance to escape.

The demon lord's blood claw grabbed his arm. Xiao Mingyuan struggled hard, but his huge strength, which he was proud of, was no match for the demon lord and was easily captured.

Xiao Mingyuan would not sit still and wait for death. He immediately used his magical power. His left arm was suddenly covered with muddy yellow rocks. He punched over and tried to force the demon lord to retreat.

This was the earth spirit body he condensed and cultivated. His strength increased by half, comparable to that of a level nine monster. Although it was a little clumsy, it was perfect for use here.

The demon lord raised his left hand, turned into a blood claw, and grasped Xiao Mingyuan's stone arm. He said lightly: "Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the human race's physical cultivation is still such a low-level method."

His dark eyes looked at Xiao Mingyuan's eyes, and suddenly a light flashed. Xiao Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes were chaotic, and he stayed where he was, and he had lost the power to resist.

Chu Xiao was in a hurry. He raised his hand and made a seal. Countless golden rays of light gathered from all directions and condensed into thousands of golden blades, shooting at the Demon Lord.

This is the magical power of the gold element "gathering energy into a weapon", which can be used by anyone from the foundation building stage to the Nascent Soul stage.

But in this demonic realm filled with demonic energy, it is possible to gather such a wide range of golden spiritual energy. Looking at Donghuazhou, only Chu Xiao can do it.

These thousands of golden blades are enough to seriously injure a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Although Mo Daoyu is a physical cultivator and his body is much stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, he still cannot resist the magical power of a great cultivator.

The golden blade shot at the Demon Lord, piercing through his body, leaving countless wounds, blood and flesh splattering, extremely tragic.

But Chu Xiao did not show a smile on his face, and everyone's expression was still serious.

The Demon Lord let the golden blade shoot at him, his body did not move, and his hands firmly grasped Xiao Mingyuan, as if he did not care about the injuries on his body at all.

When the golden blade completely dissipated, he just opened his mouth, and the surrounding demonic energy immediately surged in and was swallowed into his body, and the injuries on his body were immediately healed.

Everyone was shocked. No matter how serious the injury of this Demon Lord was, he could recover instantly. The great monk could not do anything to him. How else could he deal with it?

The Demon Lord smiled slightly, and a layer of thick blood light flashed on his blood claws. The demonic energy surged from farther away, and set off a demonic energy storm over the wasteland. It whistled and wrapped Xiao Mingyuan's body, condensing into a black giant cocoon.

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed, and the demonic cocoon suddenly shrank a hundred times and flew into his mouth, swallowing Xiao Mingyuan inside.

"Junior Brother Xiao!" Chu Xiao's face was no longer beautiful and elegant, and his appearance was ferocious.

Gu Zu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chu, it will be your turn later. No one in the Demon Realm can escape today."

After the Demon Lord swallowed Xiao Mingyuan, he closed his eyes slightly, his face was full of comfort, and after a long time, he opened his eyes.

He lowered his head, raised his blood claws, gently grasped them, and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, after swallowing this person, this body can barely be used..."

He slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Yuan, stretched out his scarlet tongue, and licked his lips: "I don't know how your body compares to this person?"

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank, and he didn't dare to hold back anymore. He turned his hand and took out the Chongxuan Peak and threw it hard.

The Chongxuan Peak swelled up in the wind, turning into a hundred feet in size, falling like a meteor from the sky, and directly smashed an eighth-level monster to death.

Another eighth-level monster was fearless and rushed up. Chen Yuan raised his hand and pinched the seal, circulating his true energy.

Chongxuan Peak flashed, moved above the monster, and fell down with a bang, smashing the monster into meat paste again, leaving no bones.

He suddenly attacked and killed two eighth-level monsters in succession, which shocked everyone, and even the face of the Demon Lord showed a trace of surprise.

Yan Zhang suddenly shouted: "Fellow Daoists, don't hold back anymore, kill these monsters quickly, and never let this beast swallow the body of fellow Daoist Chen, otherwise it will be difficult to control, and we will all die in the Demon Realm!"

After that, he slapped his chest fiercely, spurted out a mouthful of blood, merged into the blood river above his head, and another twelve blood spirits flew out and pounced on the two monsters in front of him.

Yan Zhang's face turned pale. Thirty-six blood spirits were already his limit. He could only use the blood river to display his power.

After the two blood spirits were greatly strengthened, the tenth-level monsters that could compete with twenty-four blood spirits immediately fell into a disadvantage and became precarious.

At the same time, Sect Master Hong and Sect Master Wei also went all out. Sect Master Hong summoned a flying silver zombie with an aura comparable to that of a great monk, firmly suppressing the tenth-level monster in front of him.

But Sect Master Wei's injuries had not recovered. He was willing but not strong enough. He could only struggle with the tenth-level monster on the opposite side, but it was difficult to gain the upper hand.

Seeing that the three people did not hold back, Long Pokong suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his hand and took out the yellow broken mace, and pointed a little. The broken mace swelled in the wind and turned into a giant mace ten feet long. Every crack exuded a vicissitudes of life and ancient breath, and slowly pressed down.

The two level 10 monsters in front of him retreated immediately, but although the giant mace was slow, it carried a force of sealing.

Their bodies suddenly became several times heavier, and they could not dodge in time, so they could only use their magical powers to face the giant mace.

One of the level 10 monsters was shaped like a toad, with a body as huge as a hill. Its abdomen bulged and made a loud noise.

Thousands of pustules on its back burst open, and streams of green and yellow magic energy flew out, condensing into a phantom of a magic toad, covering the sky and blocking the sun in front of it.

The other monster was very small, only a few feet long, like a civet cat, but its four claws were extremely huge. With a heavy swing, the claws flew out in the sky, enough to tear the sky apart, and faced the giant mace together with the phantom of the magic toad.

But the giant mace was like a mountain collapsing, smashing the phantom of the magic toad, wiping out the claws in the sky, and directly hitting the top of the giant toad's head, killing it with one mace!

The raccoon monster saw the giant toad dead, but was not afraid. It rushed towards Long Pokong and took the opportunity to attack.

Long Pokong used the giant mace to kill a level 10 monster, which consumed a lot of his true energy and made him look a little tired.

He saw the raccoon monster rushing up, sneered, raised his hand and made a gesture, and with a flash of his body, he teleported a hundred feet away and avoided the attack.

The level 10 monster is not weak. With the increase of demonic energy, it is comparable to a great cultivator, but its means are single, and it is even unable to perform the art of locking the world. These great cultivators can come and go freely.

Long Pokong raised his hand to recall the yellow broken mace that had been restored to its original state. It was darker and rougher than before, and the cracks were a little deeper, as if it would break at any time.

A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he put the yellow broken mace into his dantian to nurture it. He just sacrificed the Nine Dragons Magic Seal and dealt with the raccoon monster.

The Demon Lord saw this scene and frowned: "The fragments of the spiritual treasure... the Heaven-suppressing Mace, it turned out that it was not completely destroyed?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at Long Pokong.

It is well known that the sect treasure of the Demon Yuan Palace is a broken mace, but no one knows that it is actually a fragment of a spiritual treasure.

The spiritual treasure is a legendary thing, no one has ever seen it, it is said that it has the power to overturn the world, no less than the power of the Divine Transformation cultivator.

Long Pokong said coldly: "You are very knowledgeable. The broken mace in Long's hand is the fragment of the ancient spiritual treasure Zhentian mace. Although it is not enough to suppress the world, it is more than enough to destroy your remaining soul!"

The Demon Lord sneered: "If it is a complete Zhentian mace, I will naturally retreat, but a mere fragment can't do anything to me..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Chen Yuan's face changed drastically. He didn't care about hiding his strength anymore. A pair of wide wings stretched out from behind him. With a flap, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

As soon as he left, the Demon Lord appeared here. Looking at Chen Yuan a hundred feet away, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You can actually perform the art of teleportation?"

After the voice fell, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot again, and appeared in front of Chen Yuan, stretching out his bloody claws, but grabbed nothing.

Just as his figure disappeared, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported again a hundred feet away, avoiding the attack.

The dark eyes of the Demon Lord narrowed, staring at Chen Yuan: "You can predict my teleportation technique?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but looked at the Demon Lord coldly, his black hair slowly turned snow-white, and his aura soared.

Being targeted by the Demon Lord, he dared not hold back any more.

At this time, the whole place was silent, with only the whistling of magic weapons and the roar of monsters.

Everyone looked over, and the great monks looked at Chen Yuan with astonishment.

A cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul actually avoided two attacks from the Demon Lord in succession and was able to perform the teleportation technique!

Long Pokong suddenly laughed: "Great! Fellow Daoist Chen has such a trick. Fellow Daoist, be careful not to be swallowed by this beast. After we kill these monsters, we will come to help you!"

Yan Zhang also said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, this beast has unpredictable tricks. Don't fight with it. Save your life first!"

Chen Yuan stared at the Demon Lord and said solemnly: "Don't worry, fellow Daoists, Chen will save it."

The Demon Lord suddenly took a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.

He stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and made a sound that was almost like a moan: "What a delicious breath, what a powerful body!"

"I made a mistake. Among the three physical cultivators, it turns out that your physical body is the strongest. No, even in ancient times, there were not many physical cultivators who could compare with you!"

"As long as I occupy your body, I can restore all my cultivation, and even go to the next level..."

Chen Yuan was horrified. The dark eyes of the Demon Lord did not have any light, but he saw endless greed.

The Demon Lord suddenly uttered a strange and difficult syllable, and the demonic energy in the entire wasteland began to boil.

He slowly raised his blood claws and clenched them tightly. The surging demonic energy suddenly stopped, and the space also condensed.

The Demon Lord grinned: "I have locked this space secret realm. I want to see if you can still perform the teleportation technique!"

As soon as the voice fell, he flashed and teleported in front of Chen Yuan, stretched out his blood claws, and grabbed him! (End of this chapter)