Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The flying silver zombie dared not approach the Demon Lord. Its pale and hideous face showed a rare fear. No matter how Master Hong drove it, it shrank back.

Even the white crane spirit beast felt very uncomfortable under the light of Buddha. There was a hint of uneasiness in its cry. It just pecked the Demon Lord with its iron beak and flew back quickly.

Master Hong and Master Wei didn't care about the abnormality of the two refined corpses and spirit beasts. The Demon Lord finally revealed a flaw, which was the best time to take advantage of the fire.

Master Hong flipped his hand and offered a dark coffin. With a wave of his hand, the coffin lid flew up and iron-blue mist spread.

Master Hong looked very solemn. He raised his hand and patted his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, flew into the mist, and his face was visibly paler.

But the iron-green mist was motionless. Sect Master Hong's face changed slightly. He took out a jade bottle, opened the stopper, and carefully tilted the jade bottle to pour out a drop of turbid liquid.

This drop of turbid liquid was chaotic and unclear, like gray, white, and black. When it was poured out of the jade bottle, everyone seemed to hear a faint whimpering sound in their ears, as if there were thousands of wronged souls crying.

The mist rolled gently twice and calmed down again.

Sect Master Hong gritted his teeth, and in Chen Yuan's surprised and admiring eyes, he took out a level 10 demon pill and a ten-foot-long dragon corpse and threw them into the iron-green mist.

This dragon seemed to have just died not long ago, and it seemed to have been dead for thousands of years. The Yinhai Sect was best at dealing with corpses, and no one could see the details of this dragon corpse.

But the demonic aura emitted by the dragon corpse was ferocious and majestic. It turned out to be a level 10 demon king when it was alive.

The iron-green mist rolled more violently.

Master Hong took a deep breath: "If we win this battle, you fellow Taoists will give me two three-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs!"

After the words fell, without waiting for the other three great monks to answer, Master Hong raised his hand and slapped his chest fiercely, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, all of which merged into the iron-green mist.

This mouthful of blood was extremely rich. After leaving the body, Master Hong's body immediately became dry, his face was as pale as paper, and it was tightly attached to the bones, just like the corpse in his hand.

This mouthful of blood actually caused a great monk to suffer a great loss of vitality.

The iron-green mist finally boiled up, Master Hong's body retreated violently, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, a dark broken hand flew out and went straight to the Demon Lord.

The other three great monks all changed their expressions slightly and subconsciously took a few steps back.

This broken hand has five slender fingers, broken at the wrist, with nails about three inches long, the little finger is raised, pinching the orchid finger, it is obviously just a broken hand, but it gives people a sense of tenderness.

This is the treasure of the Yinhai Sect, a mysterious broken hand, but it is more frightening than the flying silver zombies carefully cultivated by the Yinhai Sect's successive generations of monks.

The broken hand seemed to be slow but actually fast. It flew to the front of the Demon Lord and gently stroked the Demon Lord's body, as if facing the caress of a lover, and then flew back.

But just this light stroke made the Demon Lord let out a shocking wail. Five deep scars appeared where the broken hand touched, so deep that the meridians and internal organs could be seen.

Even the light golden Buddha light could not stay in these five scars and was expelled.

The demon god tattoo on the Demon Lord's chest also quietly appeared five scars, almost cut off from the middle.

"Friend Hong is righteous!" Sect Master Wei laughed loudly and sacrificed three flying swords of blue, white and red, all of which were high-level magic weapons. The magic formula in his hand changed continuously, and the three flying swords suddenly spread out, laying a sword formation.

"Behead!"

Master Wei pointed at one point, and three flying swords made a clear sound and shot out. One sword pierced into the demon lord's dantian, one sword pierced into the tattoo on the demon lord's chest, and one sword slashed across the demon lord's neck and cut off his head.

At this time, the Buddha's light finally dimmed, and the demon lord's body fell from the air. A residual soul covered with light golden light flew out of Mo Daoyu's body, revealing a hideous and painful face.

This face has two horns on the head, which are small and sharp, and the face is extremely handsome. Even in the struggle of pain, it makes people feel extremely stunning.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he flapped his wings and teleported in front of the residual soul of the demon lord and grabbed it.

The residual soul of the demon lord was unable to dodge and was caught in Chen Yuan's hand. Zhu Yan's true fire rose up and let out a scream.

Even the demon lord could not bear the pain of his soul being burned.

The white flame and the light golden Buddha's light coexisted, and the residual soul of the demon lord quickly became weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Just as Chen Yuan was about to take back the Zhuyan True Fire, the Demon Lord suddenly smiled on his distorted face: "You want to capture me? Don't even think about it!"

Chen Yuan's face changed slightly, and the Demon Lord suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a strange syllable. The residual soul trembled a few times and collapsed. The layer of light golden Buddha light also quietly dissipated.

Chen Yuan's face sank, and he slowly put down his hands. The Zhuyan True Fire slowly withered, and his face looked a little ugly.

He had used the Zhuyan True Fire to weaken the Demon Lord's residual soul to the limit, just like he dealt with Kun Tong and Tian You, and could only be slaughtered.

But he didn't expect that the Demon Lord still had the power to resist. Although this resistance was to self-destruct the residual soul, it also made Chen Yuan's plan fall through.

He shook his head and bowed to the four great monks: "I was careless for a moment and failed to capture this beast alive. I hope you can forgive me."

Master Wei retracted the three flying swords into his dantian. A trace of bright red suddenly flashed across his face. He coughed a few times: "Although this beast only has a remnant soul left, it is an ancient demon from the demon world and has survived for tens of thousands of years. It is normal for him to have some tricks. Fellow Daoist Chen does not need to blame himself."

Yan Zhang put away the river of blood, which had shrunk by 30%, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen's Zhu Yan Zhenhuo seems to be specializing in the soul, but it can't keep this beast. It will be even worse for us to take action."

In his words, the words "Zhu Yan Zhenhuo" were slightly heavy.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, his white hair turned black again, and a pair of broad wings behind his back slowly folded in.

He said calmly: "It's just a coincidence. I have mastered a few trivial means. It's not worth mentioning."

The four great monks looked at Chen Yuan in amazement. He had recovered his body, his aura had also dropped a lot, and he had once again transformed into an ordinary Yuan Ying early stage monk.

But everyone knows that when he shows that strange posture again, he can compete with the great monk.

Sect Leader Hong carefully closed the coffin lid, put away the dark coffin, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This battle is not over yet, and it will not be too late for several fellow Taoists to speak later."

He slowly turned his head and looked at Gu Zuo, his withered and pale face as cold as a corpse.

After hearing this, several people looked solemn, turned around, and forced themselves towards Gu Zuo.

When the demon king's remnant soul collapsed on its own, those monsters whose strength had skyrocketed suddenly self-destructed and they were all dead.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators all had their hands free and looked at Gu Zuo, their eyes filled with resentment.

Chu Xiao had stopped at this time, and the Panlong Saber hung in front of her, trembling slightly.

The golden dragon kept circling around the blade of the Panlong Dao, making low groans from time to time. It seemed that it was not satisfied with the killing, and was very dissatisfied with Chu Xiao's sudden stop.

But Chu Xiao ignored it. The Demon Lord was dead and the overall situation was decided. Gu Zuo alone could not make any trouble.

Gu Zuo also stopped. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes slowly swept over everyone, lingering on Chen Yuan and Dao Xuan for a moment longer.

Daoxuan dragged his seriously injured body and slowly flew forward, staring at Gu Zuo with his turbid eyes: "Junior brother Gu, do you know your guilt?"

When Long Pokong heard this, he frowned and seemed about to speak, but hesitated and fell silent again.

Yan Zhang and Sect Master Hong also had strange expressions on their faces, but neither of them spoke.

Gu Zuo said calmly: "Senior brother, you don't have to worry about protecting me anymore. I deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors and betrayed the sect. My crime is unforgivable. Several other Taoist friends don't want to see me return to the sect."

Daoxuan shook his head and sighed.

Long Pokong sneered and held out the Nine Dragons Demon Seal.

Sect Leader Yan Zhang and Hong looked coldly, summoning the blood spirit to refine the corpse, ready to take action at any time.

Gu Zuo revealed Daoxuan's thoughts. Although Gu Zuo made a sneak attack and almost lost his life, he still wanted to save Gu Zuo.

He was already approaching his end of life, but now he was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced.

If Gu Zuo is lost again and the Tianxuan Sect is in decline, the position of leader of the righteous path will be given up.

In the face of the rise and fall of the sect, Daoxuan didn't care about personal grudges.

Chu Xiao said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Gu is upright. Since you have taken refuge in the remnant soul of the ancient demon, what should be your fate? Should you die on your own, or should we help you die?"

Gu Zuo said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Chu, this is ridiculous. I only cooperated with the Demon Lord and did not take refuge in him. As for reincarnation, I won't bother you fellow Taoists."

He sat down cross-legged in the air, and Dao Xuan suddenly asked: "Junior Brother Gu, you are already a great monk, why do you want to be bewitched by the demon king, deceive your master and destroy your ancestors? Just for the illusory realm of becoming a god?"

Gu Zuo raised his hand, flicked the sleeves of his robe, wiped away the non-existent dust, and said lightly: "Senior brother, I don't know, the Demon Lord showed some methods in front of me. There should be two ways to break through the divine transformation. into an opportunity.”

"Only 20%?"

"Twenty percent is enough." Gu Zuo raised his head slightly, his eyes falling on Chen Yuan, "As long as I can break through the spirit transformation and ascend to the upper world, even if there is only a slim chance, I will never give up."

"If Fellow Daoist Chen hadn't turned the tide, the Demon Lord would have slaughtered everyone by now and restored his spiritual cultivation. I should also have been infused with demonic energy. It's a pity..."

He shook his head, took off the mustard ring on his left wrist, raised his hand and gave it away, slowly flying towards Daoxuan: "This is all the accumulation of my hundreds of years of cultivation, and now I give it back to the sect."

Daoxuan took the mustard ring, his gray and withered face showed no expression at all, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Gu Zuo smiled slightly: "For my own selfish reasons, I deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors. I am ashamed of my master, my senior brother and my sect, but I have no regrets..."

He slowly closed his eyes, without any nostalgia in his eyes, and his body slowly dissipated, and the flesh and blood all over his body turned into dots of blue light, like catkins in the wind, and after a while, they disappeared between heaven and earth.

Dao Xuan put away the mustard ring left by Gu Zuo, bowed to everyone with clasped fists, and said in a weak voice: "The poor Taoist did not notice, and allowed Junior Brother Gu to be bewitched by the Demon Lord, deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, causing all the fellow sects to fall into trouble. The dangerous situation, please forgive me, fellow Taoists..."

Long Pokong laughed: "It doesn't matter, then Gu Zuo didn't take action against us. He betrayed the sect and you were the one who suffered. What does it have to do with us?"

He did not hide his sarcasm and ridicule at all. The good and evil have been fighting for a long time. Moyuan Palace is known as the first demon sect, and Tianxuan Sect is the leader of the righteous way. The two have a lot of grudges. Long Pokong even lost to Daoxuan Yi in a battle. Move, naturally you will not miss the opportunity to add insult to injury at this moment.

Daoxuan didn't pay much attention to this and smiled slightly: "What Taoist Fellow Long said is absolutely true. Poor Taoist can be considered as reaping the consequences."

Long Pokong was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly and closed his mouth.

Daoxuan put on such a posture, but it was hard for him to taunt him any more.

Chu Xiao put away the Panlong Sword: "Let's put the matter of Fellow Daoist Gu aside for now. The most urgent task is to destroy this giant pillar of demonic energy and eliminate the threat of the Demon Realm."

She turned her head and looked at Elder Zhou: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, the group of pure and spiritual energy has been destroyed by Mu Zhaoming. Is there any other way to destroy this giant pillar of demonic energy?"

At this time, Elder Zhou was pinching the magic formula with his hands to make the golden bell around him dissipate. Hearing this, he flew over and stared at the residence of the demonic energy. He said solemnly: "Zhou needs to detect it. Please wait for a moment, fellow Daoists."

After that, he flew to the giant pillar of demonic energy, took out the formation plate and formation flag, and set up the formation around the giant pillar of demonic energy.

Bai Yanji stood out from the crowd and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, I'm here to help you!"

Elder Zhou turned around and nodded slightly: "Then I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Bai."

Bai Yanji showed a happy face and immediately went up to take the formation flag from Elder Zhou and set up the formation according to his instructions.

Of the four formation masters who followed the others into the Demon Realm, Mu Zhaoming died under the sword of Master Shen, and the other two masters' Nascent Souls were swallowed by the Demon Lord. Only Elder Zhou survived.

Bai Yanji's strength was mediocre, but he was extremely shrewd and had great luck, so he survived by chance.

The two of them were busy surrounding the giant pillar of demonic energy, while the others took the opportunity to take pills to heal their wounds and restore their true essence.

Sect Master Wei looked at Daoxuan and said with concern: "Daoyou is seriously injured, so you should rest as soon as possible..."

Daoxuan shook his head slightly: "It's okay for me. Although this short thorn is strange, it contains a trace of extremely pure demonic energy, which is extremely difficult to remove. It can only be slowly worn away, but there is no danger to your life."

Sect Master Wei and Chu Xiao both relaxed their expressions when they heard this.

Now that Gu Zu is dead, if Daoxuan can no longer get better, there are only two great cultivators left in the righteous way, and they will inevitably fall behind the demonic way.

The expressions of Long Pokong and the other two were calm, and people could not tell what they were thinking, but their eyes were particularly deep.

Sect Master Hong suddenly said, "I have used the treasure of the sect, and the loss is great. I need two three thousand year old spiritual herbs."

Several great cultivators' eyes flashed when they heard this, but they did not answer immediately.

Long Pokong suddenly said, "Long is willing to give out a spiritual herb."

Sect Master Wei looked at Daoxuan, but Daoxuan kept silent, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked like he was staying out of the matter.

Chu Xiao also had no expression on his face. Sect Master Wei sighed lightly, "The other three thousand year old spiritual herb will be given by Wei." (End of this chapter)