Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The sudden burst of white flames and the pain of burning his soul surprised the Demon Lord. The four words that came out of his mouth also shocked Chen Yuan.

But this did not slow down his punch by even half a minute. Wrapped in a deep pitch-black light, the innate magical power called the "Black Blade" by the Kunyu clan left traces on the ferocious armor that the Demon Lord had just condensed. A deep crack with an edge as smooth as a mirror almost touched the Demon Lord's body.

The ferocious spikes on the armor are not decorations. The demonic energy condensed into the armor has turned into something else. Even the black blade cannot completely cut it off, and even pierced the thin layer of black light. , the Dunkong robe lit up with silver-white light, and then blocked it.

This is the automatic protector of high-level magic weapons, but it is different from other high-level magic weapons.

The other parts of the Dunkong robe did not change. Only the long sleeve on the right arm shone brightly. The vague spirituality in this magic weapon seemed to know that only Chen Yuan's arm was threatened.

Usually only top-level magic weapons have this vague spirituality.

Chen Yuan swung another punch, accurately landing on the crack caused by the first punch.

The sharp black blade finally cut through the demonic armor, and then the Demon Lord's body.

The huge power caused the demon king to fly backwards and even lose control of his body.

Chen Yuan stepped forward, his attack did not stop at all, the shadows of his fists filled the sky, and the Demon Lord was so embarrassed that he almost turned into a sandbag.

He only stagnated for a moment because of Zhu Yan's true fire, and then he was completely at a disadvantage.

This is not because Chen Yuan's strength is enough to crush him, and the black blade cannot completely cut the demonic armor into pieces.

When the Demon Lord was at its peak, the weakest opponent was ten times stronger than Chen Yuan. Even if Chen Yuan was a demon cultivator whose body was strong enough to shatter a mountain with one punch, the Demon Lord would still have a way to deal with it.

In this demonic realm, he is immortal.

But the Zhu Yan True Fire attached to the soul made the Demon Lord panic for the first time. He didn't even bother to resist Chen Yuan's attack. He just gathered the power of the soul and rushed in from all directions.

That cluster of white flames, under the power of the Demon Lord's huge soul, is like a sampan in the huge waves, and may fall apart at any time.

The power of the soul was suppressed, and the white flame became dying, but it still burned tenaciously, swallowing up the Demon Lord's soul bit by bit.

The pain in the soul was reduced a hundred times, almost negligible.

Demon Lord's heart relaxed, and his soul returned to his body.

This was not the Zhu Yan Zhenhuo he remembered.

At this time, the set of ferocious battle armor was badly damaged, and the spikes were broken in pieces.

The black blade cut through the Demon Qi armor and pierced the Demon Lord's body, leaving several scars deep enough to show the bones.

The Demon Lord was pushed back several hundred feet by Chen Yuan's brute force with one punch after another. Blood and flesh were flying everywhere. The Nascent Soul cultivators and monsters along the way avoided each other, leaving an open passage.

Everyone was stunned. Is this the same Demon Lord who killed Nascent Soul monks like a chicken?

After the Demon Lord's consciousness returned, seeing this scene, he felt a long-lost sense of shame and annoyance. He had already forgotten how long it had been since he had been so embarrassed.

He opened his mouth and spat out a strange syllable, and demonic energy surged in, just like soldiers who saw the king's banner on the battlefield and ran over regardless of their safety.

The Demon Lord's scarred body and damaged armor were restored to their original appearance in an instant.

He suddenly raised his right arm and blocked Chen Yuan's next punch. His retreating figure finally stopped. The bloody claw of his left hand suddenly grew several times in size and he fiercely grabbed Chen Yuan's upper body.

The bloody claw roared towards him, and it was so huge that it looked a little deformed. When fully closed, it could even hold Chen Yuan in it.

Chen Yuan did not carry it hard, he flapped his wings behind his back, and retreated a hundred feet away, and the blood claw fell into the air.

The Demon Lord frowned. He had obviously locked the world. Chen Yuan could only use the teleportation technique, but he couldn't even grasp Chen Yuan's teleportation trajectory.

He put down his left hand, and the bloody claw returned to its original shape. The remaining demonic energy condensed into a giant axe. The axe was bigger than a person, but the Demon Lord held the handle of the axe, and his movements were light and graceful, as if he was carrying a branch. .

But Chen Yuan clearly sensed that the powerful aura exuded by the Demon Lord suddenly weakened a bit.

His mind moved, and it seemed that this method of condensing demonic energy was not without consumption.

Demon Lord looked Chen Yuan up and down and said slowly: "So you are a descendant of Commander Yuan. No wonder your body is so strong. It's just that Zhu Yan's true fire is still a little weak, which gave me a false alarm."

"That's right. After tens of thousands of years, no matter how pure your bloodline is, it will inevitably become much thinner."

"It's just that the teleportation technique and the pitch-black blade are like the methods of the Kunyu clan..."

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank. Apart from the mysterious black-robed old man he met in the abyss of the ocean, this was the second time someone had revealed the origin of his magical powers.

When everyone heard this, they were half at a loss and half shocked.

There is no Kunyu clan in Donghua Continent, and they have obviously never heard of Zhu Yan Zhenhuo.

But they all know Zhu Yan’s true spirit.

Even during the fierce battle with monsters, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Yuan. Several great monks, Dao Xuan and Gu Zuo, were even more surprised and confused.

Chen Yuan suddenly said coldly: "My surname is Chen, and my ancestors are naturally also surnamed Chen. I don't know who the descendants of Commander Yuan are. Don't talk nonsense!"

He was very curious about the "Commander Yuan" mentioned by the Demon Lord, and wanted to use this to delay time until a few great monks could kill the tenth-level monsters and come to help.

The Demon Lord didn't seem to be in a hurry, just carefully looking at Chen Yuan.

His dark eyes were deep and dark, but Chen Yuan could feel that there was a kind of curiosity and playfulness in them, which was the interest that hunters would have when they saw the best prey.

The Demon Lord suddenly smiled: "You naturally don't know about the old things tens of thousands of years ago, but there is no doubt that you have Zhuyan blood in your body, otherwise how can you use Zhuyan's true fire?"

"This master has also had an opportunity. I have occupied your body. After returning to the demon world, I may not be able to get a glimpse of the way to merge... Die!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Chen Yuan, chopping down with an axe!

This axe undoubtedly fell into the air. When the Demon Lord teleported, Chen Yuan noticed the fluctuation of space and also teleported. He flashed a hundred feet away and avoided the attack.

But the Demon Lord did not stop, and teleported in front of Chen Yuan again, and the giant axe fell with a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan was unable to perform the teleportation technique again within three breaths, and could only raise his hand to block.

Puff!

The giant axe hit Chen Yuan's right arm covered with dark light, and Chen Yuan's body sank down heavily as if hit by a piece of leather. He was obviously at a disadvantage, but he still blocked the axe.

After the Demon Lord took over Mo Daoyu and devoured Xiao Mingyuan, his body was only comparable to a level nine monster, and was on par with Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan immediately fought back, blocking with his right arm, swinging the giant axe away, and his left hand was like a knife, slashing at the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord ignored it at all, letting the black blade cut through his armor and body, and the giant axe chopped at Chen Yuan again. (End of this chapter)