Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan did not answer. He was already shocked and angry at this moment.

If he had not refined Kunpeng's true blood and had not been able to perceive spatial fluctuations far beyond others, he would have suffered a great loss by now.

The burly man actually performed the teleportation technique quietly while he was on guard, and left a realistic shadow in the original place.

Chen Yuan had fought with Yu Hai Zhenren before, and also witnessed the life-and-death fight between Tian Ji Zi and Jin Feng on Jin Ling Island.

But none of these three great monks had ever used such horrific methods.

Chen Yuan even suspected that even a great monk would find it difficult to guard against such a burly man.

A guess that he didn't want to see came out from the bottom of Chen Yuan's heart. He looked solemn and slowly said, "Are you the senior who has protected the demon race of Nanzhou for tens of thousands of years?"

The burly man stood with his hands behind his back and smiled slightly: "I have been in seclusion for thousands of years and have not been out for a long time. I didn't expect that there are still young people who know my reputation..."

Chen Yuan's expression changed, and he immediately raised his hand and pointed at the Chongxuan Peak below.

The spiritual light of Chongxuan Peak, which had been nearly half destroyed, was dim, and there was a wisp of earth energy lingering around it. The collapsed mountain was slowly recovering.

At the call of Chen Yuan, Chongxuan Peak flashed with light, disappeared from its original place, and moved in front of Chen Yuan.

The burly man took a look at it with interest, but did not try to stop it. He just took the black bead back.

He looked at Chen Yuan, who was facing a formidable enemy, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have never seen a human cultivator with two kinds of demon blood. I will not kill you now."

“Even if you have practiced the Demon God Art to perfection, you can’t even think about refining a second bloodline. The technique you practice should be quite interesting.”

"There are very few thunder-attributed monsters in this world, but the thunder-attributed blood in your body seems to be much stronger than the Kun fish blood. Where did you get it from?"

"As long as you don't hide anything and tell me the truth, I may consider sparing your life..."

Chen Yuan kept silent, his expression became increasingly cold and hard, and he no longer had any doubts in his heart.

This person was about to reveal all his secrets with just a few words, and yet he had such amazing skills that he remained unscathed under the Heavenly Thunder Technique.

It must be the spirit of that demon cultivator who had transformed into a god, possessing this burly man and performing the art of summoning gods!
He quickly raised his hand and placed it on Chongxuan Peak, storing it in his dantian, then flapped his wings and his figure disappeared on the spot.

When things don’t go well, among the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one.

Even if it was just a fragment of the spirit of a demon cultivator who had reached the state of transformation into a god, he would not be able to defeat it.

The burly man shook his head slightly and sighed. A trace of pity appeared on his rough face, which looked particularly strange: "Why are you wasting your time?"

He turned around, raised his hand and pointed casually to the north, a barely perceptible purple light emanating from his fingertips.

Hundreds of feet away, a space crack appeared out of nowhere, and Chen Yuan staggered out, looking extremely embarrassed.

He turned his head suddenly, raised his hand to wipe away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

The burly man laughed and said, "Your teleportation technique is indeed extraordinary. You should be able to handle ordinary techniques that lock the heaven and earth. But it is wishful thinking to think that you can use it to slip away from my sight."

He raised his hand, made hand gestures, and lazily uttered a word: "Seal!"

A deep purple ripple spread out from the burly man's body, sweeping across dozens of miles in an instant, including Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's heart sank. According to his perception, the spatial fluctuations of this world had completely stagnated.

It was like the flowing magma solidified into rock, and he could no longer use the teleportation technique to move around in it.

The magical power that the burly man displayed casually was ten times more powerful than Jade Sea Immortal's technique of locking down the heaven and earth.

But fortunately, in addition to the art of teleportation, Chen Yuan also mastered the art of thunder escape.

He immediately raised his hand and made a gesture. His silver pupils flashed, and then a thunder sounded. His figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a few arcs of lightning.

The next moment, Chen Yuan appeared a thousand feet away, without stopping at all, and disappeared again accompanied by several arcs of lightning.

The burly man could block the teleportation technique, but he couldn't prohibit the Five Elements Escape Technique.

The great way of heaven and earth and all things in the world are evolved based on Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.

Even a cultivator who has reached the state of spiritual enlightenment cannot escape from the five elements!
The burly man smiled slightly: "Since I know you have thunder attribute blood, how could I not be on guard?"

He flipped his hand, took out the black bead, and squeezed it hard.

The black bead shattered immediately, and a wisp of black gas flew out and fell into the palm of the burly man.

His face suddenly turned pale, his facial features were distorted, and he looked full of pain. His eyes changed slightly and his aura fluctuated.

The burly man frowned, raised his hand and tapped his chest twice. His body stiffened slightly, and his energy stabilized again.

At this time, Chen Yuan had already escaped thousands of feet and was almost out of the burly man's blockade.

But the burly man remained calm and composed. With a light squeeze, the black gas turned into a slightly illusory long stick and was thrown forward.

The long stick flew out and suddenly disappeared, teleporting to above Chen Yuan's head. It swelled in the wind and became a hundred feet long. It was like a pillar of heaven collapsing and smashing down heavily!
Chen Yuan's heart sank, and he immediately used the Thunder Escape Technique to dodge.

There was a thunderclap in the clear sky, Chen Yuan's silver eyes flashed, and he fled thousands of feet away, leaving only a few arcs of lightning in his place.

But as soon as he appeared, the long stick also followed like a shadow, appearing above Chen Yuan's head, covering the sky and the sun, and coming down with a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan's expression suddenly changed. There were densely packed space cracks surrounding the top of the long stick, almost as thick as a thumb.

The long stick contained such incredible power that it was enough to shatter the void. If it fell on him, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

He did not dare to delay and immediately activated Zhu Yan's true blood. His black hair danced without wind and instantly turned snow-white. The strength of his physical body increased by half.

The three kinds of true spirit blood were stimulated at the same time. Chen Yuan had already given his all without any reservation.

His current physical strength is enough to rival the patriarchs of the three royal families such as Jin Feng, and is far superior to the ordinary level ten demon king.

But the next moment, Chen Yuan's heart sank. This was the first time he stimulated three kinds of true spirit blood at the same time. The consumption of true essence increased dramatically. In an instant, the sea of ​​true essence in his dantian dropped a lot.

But now he could no longer care about all that. He took out the Zixu Sword and his true energy gushed out like a rushing river, all of which was poured into the sword.

Zheng!
The sword's sound was earth-shattering, and the sword energy was like the sea.

Chen Yuan raised his sword and swung it, shouting, "Kill!"

A ray of sword light flew out, as thin as a cicada's wing, sharp and brilliant, stealing all the light from heaven and earth, and flew towards the long stick.

Boom!
The sword light suddenly broke, just like all the sword powers Chen Yuan had seen, it was unstoppable and would rather break than bend.

But a huge scar was also cut on the hundred-foot-long stick, which was nearly ten feet deep, and the downward momentum was slowed down a lot.

Chen Yuan put away the Zixu Sword, and a huge iron-blue anchor appeared out of thin air in his hand. He grasped the anchor handle with both hands and swung it up heavily!
boom!
The giant anchor and the long stick collided with a loud bang, and Chen Yuan's body wrapped in the Void Escape robe suddenly swelled up, and the huge force close to the limit of the tenth-level demon king burst out at this moment.

But he was still knocked down by the tremendous power contained in the long stick, like a meteorite breaking through the sky, crashing heavily into a mountain and penetrating the thick mountain.

He rubbed a groove several hundred feet long on the ground before stopping.

The rocks collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust and killing countless birds and animals.

But after Chen Yuan's repeated attacks, the long stick finally stopped, trembled slightly, and broke apart, turning into a wisp of black gas and disappearing into smoke.

Just as Chen Yuan transformed into a head of white hair, the burly man who had always looked very casual suddenly changed his expression, and two terrifying rays of light shot out from his strange white and purple pupils. At the same time, over the Burial Saint Abyss 30,000 miles away in the south, black mist suddenly churned like boiling water.

The cliffs on both sides of the abyss shook violently, rocks rolled down, and the bright sky suddenly darkened.

A long voice came from the Burial Saint Abyss, revealing endless joy, but also mixed with a bit of doubt: "Zhu Yan bloodline..."

The next moment, a beam of light flew out from the Saint Burial Abyss and headed straight for the north. It was as shocking as a rainbow and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

In the dust-covered mountains, Chen Yuan flew out from the ravine.

The extremely hard anchor in his hand was only slightly dimmer than before.

But Chen Yuan's arms were covered with countless tiny wounds, and blood was gushing out, staining his entire body red, making him look extremely terrifying.

The hundred-foot-long stick had no other powers, but the enormous force it contained was too terrifying.

Chen Yuan tried his best but could only barely hold on. His meridians were torn and his body was badly injured.

But before he could even catch his breath, he immediately put away the huge anchor and raised his hand to make a hand gesture.

With a loud thunder, Chen Yuan's silver eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared.

A big hand suddenly appeared, grabbed the several arcs of lightning he left behind, and crushed them with one hand.

The figure of a burly man then emerged. He snorted coldly, and his body shook, leaving a residual image, and continued to chase after him.

Thousands of feet away, the figures of Chen Yuan and the burly man appeared one after another, and then immediately disappeared.

The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, had escaped hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

The burly man was just a hair's breadth away from catching Chen Yuan every time, but he was able to avoid it in advance thanks to his keen perception of spatial fluctuations.

But Chen Yuan was not resting on his laurels. He looked inward at himself and saw the rapidly evaporating sea of ​​true energy in his dantian. He couldn't help but frown and immediately dispersed Zhu Yan's true blood.

His white hair turned back to black, but the speed at which his true energy sea was decreasing only slowed down slightly.

Even if the three kinds of true spirit blood are not stimulated at the same time, the continuous use of Thunder Escape Technique will consume a lot of true energy, far more than the teleportation technique, and it will not be able to be sustained for much longer.

Moreover, this is happening in the territory of Nanzhou. No one knows where the demon cultivator who has reached the state of divine transformation is practicing in seclusion, and he may appear at any time.

Chen Yuan was extremely angry. After he entered Nanzhou, he had been very cautious and concealed his tracks. He had not killed a single transformed demon king. So why was this divine demon cultivator targeting him?
As he fled, he asked loudly: "I have never offended you, senior. Why are you chasing me so relentlessly?"

But the burly man who had spoken casually before suddenly became silent, with a stern expression, and just followed Chen Yuan closely.

After escaping for hundreds of miles, Chen Yuan asked several times, but the burly man ignored him and became more and more ruthless.

Chen Yuan was nearly caught up by him several times. He was in danger and broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that the burly man was determined to kill, Chen Yuan didn't waste any more words and just focused on escaping.

After once again performing the Thunder Escape Technique to dodge the giant hand of the burly man, the sea of ​​true energy in Chen Yuan's dantian was almost empty.

And it is still more than 20,000 miles away from escaping from Nanzhou.

If the demon cultivator who has transformed into a god takes action himself, he will have no chance of survival.

Chen Yuan immediately made a decision that he could not keep running away like this!

He made up his mind, took out a jade bottle, and dripped a drop of thousand-year-old spiritual milk into his mouth.

A huge and pure spiritual energy flowed into the dantian along the meridians, and the almost exhausted sea of ​​true energy immediately became full.

The thousand-year-old spiritual milk can fully restore the true essence of a great cultivator, and it is naturally no problem for a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

At the same time, Chen Yuan did not dare to relax at all. He raised his hand, made a gesture, activated his true energy, and continued to perform the Thunder Escape Technique.

His figure disappeared, leaving behind several arcs of lightning. He avoided the burly man's giant hand for the umpteenth time.

But this time, he no longer continued to flee to the north, but turned around and fled a thousand feet to the south!

The burly man was startled for a moment, then showed a look of joy.

His real body was flying towards this side from the Holy Burial Abyss. Chen Yuan's action was tantamount to walking into a trap.

He flashed and immediately chased after him, not giving Chen Yuan any chance to breathe.

The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, just changed direction. There were bursts of thunder, arcs of electricity flashed, shadows shattered, and demonic energy filled the air.

The burly man could no longer restrain his aura, nor could he chase Chen Yuan as relentlessly as before.

Often, he would be able to catch up only after the mysterious monk disappeared for a moment, greatly alleviating the pressure on Chen Yuan.

The burly man was also helpless, as he performed the art of summoning spirits, mostly relying on the summoning fruit.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for a level ten demon king's physical body to withstand the arrival of his spirit.

However, the spiritual energy contained in the fruit of the spirit is limited, and he has used up most of it by performing the teleportation technique repeatedly.

The remaining spiritual energy can no longer be wasted at will, but must be kept for emergency use.

He was forced to activate the demonic power in the burly man's body, and the effect of the teleportation technique was naturally much worse.

But the burly man was not in a hurry. He was flying towards this side quickly. As long as he didn't lose him, Chen Yuan would be unable to escape.

But after the two of them had fled for thousands of miles, the burly man suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Young man, stop immediately. I will spare your life!"

Chen Yuan ignored him, his expression grim, and he just kept using the Thunder Escape Technique to flee forward.

The burly man's face sank, and he had to continue chasing after him.

After two more Thunder Escape Techniques, a vast and boundless lake suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yuan. It was Xuanwu Lake!

Since it is impossible to escape from Nanzhou, then drag the Jiuli Sect into it as well. Maybe there will be some hope for a turnaround.

Chen Yuan took off the Demon-Transforming Ring and stored it into the space within his body. The demonic energy in his body immediately transformed into pure spiritual energy, and he turned back into a human Nascent Soul cultivator.

At the same time, he raised his hand, made a gesture, his silver eyes flashed, and after a thunder, he disappeared into the Xuanwu Lake.

The burly man's face had become extremely ugly, but he just paused for a moment, then stopped hesitating and followed Chen Yuan closely.

The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, soon escaped hundreds of miles away and were about to enter the 200-mile range of the Xuangui Island, which was within the range of the Nascent Soul cultivator's spiritual sense detection.

Boom!

After Chen Yuan performed the Thunder Escape Technique again, he suddenly paused and turned his head abruptly to look towards the southwest.

Dozens of miles away, a gray light just broke through the clouds and flew towards the depths of Xuanwu Lake.

At the same time, the escaping light also stopped, revealing the figure of a middle-aged monk, who was looking at this side with a look of astonishment.

After Chen Yuan saw the man's face clearly, he suddenly showed joy, ran straight to him, and shouted: "Master, save me!" (End of this chapter)