Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The Demon Lord ignored Chen Yuan's attack, but Chen Yuan dared not resist.

But in this way, the Demon Lord only attacked and did not defend, and soon gained the upper hand, and Chen Yuan was very embarrassed.

The black blade was comparable to a space crack, extremely sharp, and each strike could leave scars on the armor condensed by the demonic energy, and even pierce into the body of the Demon Lord.

But as long as the Demon Lord summoned the demonic energy, the body and armor could be restored immediately.

And each strike of the giant axe, although it could not hurt Chen Yuan, forced the escape robe to protect the master by itself, and Chen Yuan's consumption of true energy increased sharply.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the once glorious Demon Lord has fallen from a state, and even his physical body has been destroyed, leaving only a remnant soul.

But he is a Demon Lord who has survived for tens of thousands of years, a real ancient demon, far from being comparable to the cultivators in the lower realm.

The physical body of the human body cultivator is so weak that many magical powers cannot be used.

But this is in the deepest part of the demon domain, and he will not die if the demonic energy is not exhausted.

He only needed to use this kind of magical power, which was only basic to the ancient demons, to deal with these weak human Yuanying.

But what annoyed the Demon Lord was that although Chen Yuan was at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat.

Every five breaths, Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique to flash to a hundred feet away. The Demon Lord would always wait for a moment until Chen Yuan showed up before chasing him.

And this moment of respite was enough for Chen Yuan to regroup.

The Demon Lord could not break the defense of the Void Escape Robe. The demonic energy could only make him not afraid of injuries, but could not improve his strength.

The power of space flowed like water waves. The giant axe condensed by the demonic energy seemed mighty, but in front of this soft silver-white light, it always returned in vain.

The two were caught in a fierce close combat, which was undoubtedly an extremely barbaric practice for the Yuanying cultivators who were used to controlling weapons with their spiritual consciousness and taking people's heads a hundred miles away.

But no one doubted that they could not withstand even a punch from Chen Yuan or an axe from the Demon Lord.

When Chen Yuan teleported a hundred feet away again, the Demon Lord did not chase him immediately, but used his blood claws to repair the broken axe.

He stared at Chen Yuan with his dark eyes: "I want to see how long you can hold on."

Chen Yuan said coldly: "Chen will accompany you to the end."

The Demon Lord sneered, and in a flash, he came to Chen Yuan's side and chopped down with an axe.

Chen Yuan tensed his mind, raised his hand to block, and pinched his left hand, and moved the heavy Xuanfeng to the top of the two people, and fell down with a bang.

Xuan Yuanzi suppressed a crazy level nine monster while watching Chen Yuan fighting with the Demon Lord. His eyes were very complicated, with both worry and a hint of joy.

He saw that Chen Yuan, who was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, could compete with the Demon Lord, but was only slightly behind, which made Xuan Yuanzi secretly happy.

Even a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul could not survive more than one round under the blood claws of the Demon Lord.

Chen Yuan's strength is almost comparable to that of a great cultivator.

Lingyun Sect has such a strong man in charge, so why worry about not being able to prosper?

But the premise is that he can leave the Demon Realm alive.

...

The Demon Lord certainly did not want Chen Yuan to leave the Demon Realm alive, he had already taken a fancy to Chen Yuan's body.

But he still underestimated Chen Yuan.

Condensing demonic energy is the innate magical power of the ancient demon. If he had not taken over Mo Daoyu's body and turned into a human, he would not even consume his true essence.

Even so, the Demon Lord's true essence consumption would not be too great.

He wanted to exhaust Chen Yuan to death. How strong can the true essence of an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator be?

But nearly half an hour later, two more Nascent Soul cultivators died, and more monsters died, but Chen Yuan was still alive and well.

His breath was also fading, but the speed was much slower than the Demon Lord expected.

The Demon Lord devoured several Nascent Souls before his cultivation reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Now he is about to fall into a lower realm.

He did not have time to carefully refine the essence and true essence contained in the Nascent Soul and use it for himself, just like water without a source.

Although Mo Daoyu was a demon cultivator, he was also a human race, based on spiritual energy, which was fundamentally different from the ancient demons. No matter how strong the demon energy was, he could not replenish the true essence.

Only by infusing the original demon energy and transforming this body into the body of the ancient demon, he would not have to devour the Nascent Soul.

But the Demon Lord already had a better goal, he wanted to seize Chen Yuan's body.

He would not consume the precious original demon energy in this body.

But now, he could not waste time with Chen Yuan any more.

Half an hour later, Long Pokong, Yan Zhang and others had already firmly suppressed the tenth-level monster in front of them, and they could win at any time.

Only Gu Zu and Chu Xiao were evenly matched, and even the injured Wei Zongzhu had already gained the upper hand.

Monsters are monsters after all. Even if they are under the control of the Demon Lord, have the most basic intelligence, and are filled with demonic energy, their strength has greatly increased, but they are no match for the weakened great cultivator.

At this moment, the Demon Lord missed the invincible demon army under his command.

But unfortunately, they were destroyed in the great war tens of thousands of years ago.

When Chen Yuan once again used the teleportation technique and escaped a hundred feet away, the Demon Lord suddenly stopped and stopped chasing.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if he was very surprised.

The Demon Lord ignored him, and his figure flashed and appeared in front of an early Nascent Soul cultivator. He stretched out his bloody claws, pierced his Dantian, and took out a three-inch Nascent Soul.

The little face of the Nascent Soul was full of fear. Everyone had become accustomed to the fight between Chen Yuan and the Demon Lord, and had completely forgotten that this was a murderous creature.

"Demon Lord, spare my life!"

In the Nascent Soul's shrill cry, the Demon Lord put the Nascent Soul into his mouth with a cold face, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

His aura, which was about to fall, stabilized immediately.

The Demon Lord looked up at Chen Yuan, grinned, and teleported to another Nascent Soul cultivator, took out his Nascent Soul, and swallowed it.

He knew that he could not do anything to Chen Yuan now.

But he had locked this world, and Chen Yuan could not escape.

He had to improve his realm first, and then catch the turtle in the jar.

Everyone was terrified, but they did not dare to escape.

The monster was still watching them, and if they dared to turn around and run for their lives, they would be dead on the spot.

Seeing their familiar fellows in the past, the Nascent Soul was taken out and swallowed in one gulp, which made everyone shudder, even those great cultivators, shudder.

The Demon Lord swallowed the Nascent Soul without stopping, and there was no discomfort on his face, but a little comfortable, just like when they were sitting and discussing Taoism, drinking a cup of spiritual tea and eating a spiritual fruit.

For the first time, they realized that the Nascent Soul they had cultivated for hundreds of years was just a kind of food in the eyes of others, and a delicious food.

Chen Yuan's face was very ugly, but he was relieved in his heart.

He had already delayed the Demon Lord for half an hour, and several great monks would be able to withdraw their hands soon.

Now it was the monks' turn to delay with their lives.

But after the Demon Lord swallowed four Nascent Souls in a row, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Xuan Yuanzi, smiled coldly, and disappeared on the spot.

Chen Yuan sensed the subtle fluctuations in space, his face changed, and he shouted: "Master, be careful!"

Xuan Yuanzi subconsciously offered a pen holder to block in front of him.

Bang!

The next moment, the Demon Lord's bloody claws scratched the pen holder, leaving five deep scars.

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and flew over here. Xuan Yuanzi said anxiously: "Don't save me, please ask Elder Chen to revitalize Lingyun Sect after my death, I will die without regrets!" (End of this chapter)