Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Just as Chen Yuan was refining three Purple Palace Qi-increasing Pills in an instant, the five-colored feather fan in the burly man's hand, after blowing in the purple aura, all five feathers burst open and five purple spiritual auras flew out.

Mo Wuchen's face turned slightly pale. Although this feather fan was not his natal magic weapon, he had nurtured it for a hundred years. Now that it was destroyed by the burly man, his consciousness was also slightly damaged.

The burly man raised his hand, and five purple spiritual energy condensed in his palm and mixed into a ball. Then he opened his mouth and blew out a white breath, blowing it into the ball of spiritual energy.

The two mixed together, flickering slightly, and the burly man clasped his hands in front of his chest, trapping the ball of blue-purple spiritual energy in the middle, and then split it to both sides.

The purple-white spiritual energy slowly stretched and turned into a long spiritual stick about ten feet long. The two ends were purple and white, while the middle was dark black. It was extremely gorgeous and was held in the hands of the burly man.

When Chen Yuan saw this long glowing stick, he was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The burly man swung his long stick down, looked up at Chen Yuan, and said coldly: "Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man stepped forward, rushed to Chen Yuan, swung the long stick with both hands, and smashed it down heavily!

There was a loud sound of breaking air, and the long spiritual light stick was almost bent into a bow shape under the huge force of the burly man, and fell down with a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan frowned. The burly man was extremely fast and he couldn't fly away from here. He had no way to avoid him, so he crossed his arms and blocked in front of him.

With a dull thud, the brilliant long staff hit Chen Yuan's arms heavily. The white robe on Chen Yuan's body flashed and turned into pure black, becoming much dimmer.

Chen Yuan himself also took a few steps back. The stone steps under his feet shattered with a loud bang. The rubble exploded and smashed the rocks and trees beside the steps into pieces, leaving deep pits everywhere, as if a meteorite had fallen to the ground, leaving a mess everywhere.

These pieces of gravel hit Chen Yuan and the burly man, but could not leave any traces, just like a breeze blowing on their faces.

The burly man took advantage of the situation and swung the long glowing stick in his hand, chasing relentlessly, and hit the man hard with another blow!

Chen Yuan continued to retreat, and the people watching the battle had to retreat dozens of feet to avoid being affected by the rubble.

They saw with their own eyes that a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage of the Jiuli Sect was hit by a piece of flying debris. Although he was protected by a true essence shield, he was still pierced by the inconspicuous piece of debris.

He had to rely on the magic weapon to protect his master, and only then did he manage to block it at the last moment, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Restricted by the restrictions of this place, the burly man and Chen Yuan were both physical cultivators, so their fight looked like that of ordinary warriors.

But the power contained in each move is in no way inferior to the supernatural powers displayed by a great monk.

The burly man hit Chen Yuan with several sticks in succession. Chen Yuan could only resist and retreat dozens of feet. The aura around him fluctuated, and the robes on his body became dimmer and dimmer.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan's face, which was already strangely ruddy, turned red.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged. His entire arm became extremely strong, a full circle thicker than before. He threw a punch and hit the Lingguang long stick right on the ground!

boom!
The power contained in this punch was far greater than the previous one, and the invincible long glow stick in the burly man's hand bounced back.

Dense space cracks appeared where the fists and sticks collided, and then disappeared, making everyone watching the fight terrified.

Although this ancient secret realm is vast and supported by more than one large spiritual vein, it is ultimately just a spatial secret realm.

The two have demonstrated strength that is infinitely close to that of a Divine Transformation cultivator, and every move they make can shatter the void.

The burly man took several steps back under the huge recoil force, the stone steps under his feet were all shattered, and debris flew everywhere. Everyone hurriedly summoned their defensive magic weapons and stood in front of them.

Chen Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, and his strong right arm returned to normal. He looked at the burly man and asked, "Where did you get this technique of blowing air into a weapon?"

The burly man's expression changed, and he stared at Chen Yuan: "Who are you? Why do you know this skill?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but raised his left hand, and a wooden box with a spirit-sealing talisman on it appeared out of thin air in his palm.

When Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi saw the wooden box, they were stunned.

Chen Yuan pointed his right hand, removed the soul-sealing talisman, and said calmly: "I wanted to save some blood power, but now it seems that I thought too simply..."

The lid of the box was opened, revealing a dull and dusty white demon pill.

The burly man was stunned when he saw the demon pill, his pupils full of disbelief: "You didn't borrow the power of the demon pill?"

Chen Yuan did not answer. He picked up the demon pill with his right hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth!

Two spots of white light flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed. He broke through the invisible bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage and became on par with the great cultivators.

Everyone watching the battle was horrified when they saw this scene. They had never heard of such a secret technique in the world that could allow a cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage to have the same level of cultivation as a great cultivator!

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi were overjoyed. Chen Yuan actually had such a hidden card. No wonder he was so determined to get this magic pill.

Before he even swallowed the magic pill, he could already fight against the burly man.

Now that his cultivation has greatly improved, he will definitely be able to suppress the burly man and clear out everyone. They will also be able to escape safely with Chen Yuan.

But Chen Yuan frowned, suddenly turned around, stepped forward, and flew over a distance of dozens of feet to come to Zhang Wushan's side.

Zhang Wushan was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother Chen... uh uh!"

Just as he was about to speak, Chen Yuan suddenly stretched out his right hand, and with lightning speed, he inserted it deeply into his Dantian!

Zhang Wushan's pupils shrank, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the deep wound on his abdomen, then looked up at Chen Yuan, stunned: "Brother Chen, you..."

Chen Yuan had an indifferent expression. He retracted his right hand, grabbed Zhang Wushan's Nascent Soul, and swallowed it into his stomach in one gulp!
Zhang Wushan's life force suddenly disappeared, his body froze in place, a stunned expression frozen on his face, but his eyes were still fixed on Chen Yuan, and he died with his eyes open.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this, and a deep chill rose in their hearts. Even the burly man was slightly stunned.

No one expected that Chen Yuan would actually attack his best friend with whom he had shared life and death!

Ye Wendi was struck by lightning: "Daoyou Zhang!"

After Chen Yuan swallowed the Nascent Soul, he stepped on the ground again and rushed towards Ye Wendi like a ghost.

Ye Wendi's face changed, he suppressed his anger, raised his hand and threw out the flying sword, then stepped back.

But Chen Yuan just flicked his finger and deflected the flying sword.

The flying sword let out a mournful cry, and a deep crack appeared on the sword body.

Ye Wendi's life and death were in jeopardy with the flying sword. His body trembled, his speed suddenly slowed down, and his face turned pale.

Chen Yuan came to his side, his expression still indifferent and ruthless. He looked at Ye Wendi as if he were a worthless person. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed him!

Ye Wendi was unable to dodge, his own flying sword was broken, and he had no other magic weapon, so he could only watch Chen Yuan's right hand, with its five fingers like hooks, grabbing him.

But just as Chen Yuan's right hand touched Ye Wendi's body, a sword light suddenly appeared on his body, sharp and condensed, dazzling and brilliant, and in a flash, it slashed towards the palm of Chen Yuan's right hand!

Ding!
A subtle but clear sound reached everyone's ears, like the sound of a bell. Chen Yuan's right hand suddenly retracted, and Ye Wendi flew backwards, as if he had been pushed hard by someone.

He flew a hundred feet away and stopped only after he came behind the burly man.

Chen Yuan slowly lowered his head and looked at the palm of his right hand.

A deep wound ran through the entire palm, and white bones could be vaguely seen, with sharp sword energy lingering around the edge of the wound.

He frowned, a white light flashed in his eyes, and he casually shook his hand. The condensed sword energy around the wound disappeared out of thin air, and the wound instantly recovered without leaving any trace.

He raised his head, his expression was still calm, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked Ye Wendi up and down: "The spiritual treasure sword energy protects the body, but it's a miscalculation..."

Ye Wendi was still in shock. He looked down at his chest, covering it tightly with one hand.

A gash appeared on his chest, and the sword energy flew out from inside, wounding Chen Yuan and saving his life.

The white-haired Taoist priest had come back to his senses by now. He sensed the sharp sword energy remaining around Ye Wendi and focused his eyes: "The sword energy of the Azure Sword?"

Mo Wuchen and Ye Guihong's expressions also changed slightly. They looked at the crack on Ye Wendi's chest with fear in their eyes.

Ye Wendi suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Chen Yuan! Why did you want to kill Fellow Daoist Zhang?!"

The burly man stared at Chen Yuan without blinking, and said slowly: "You still don't understand? This person has been secretly possessed by someone else, and he is no longer your fellow Daoist Chen."

Ye Wendi shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, the white-haired giant ape and the monk have been dead for tens of thousands of years, their souls have long been reduced to ashes, how could he be possessed by someone else..."

He stared at Chen Yuan and shouted, "Chen Yuan! Fellow Daoist Zhang and I could have gotten out of this situation safely, but considering your help, we are willing to go through this with you."

"How could you be so cruel and cruel as to kill Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, with a bit of regret on his face: "I didn't originally want to kill you. With you two leading the way, I can easily integrate into the human race.

“Who would have thought that I would encounter this demon commander’s distracted spirit blocking my way? There is not much true essence left in his Dantian. I have no choice but to resort to this last resort. I swallowed the Nascent Souls of both of you to recover a little…”

Ye Wendi's body trembled and he stood there in a daze.

Chen Yuan tutted his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of Zhang Wushan's Nascent Soul, and said lightly: "One Nascent Soul is still a little less, but this person is originally a physical cultivator, his body is strong, and his true essence is extremely pure."

"Borrow the power of my demon pill. Two quarters of an hour will be enough to kill all of you."

"No one will know about my possession of another's body."

"What a big tone!" The white-haired Taoist figure flashed and came to the side of the burly man.

He smiled coldly: "Just relying on you, a remnant spirit of a demon king who is still alive, even if you have taken over another body and been reborn, you dare to brag so shamelessly that you want to slaughter all of you fellow Taoists."

He clasped his fists and bowed to the burly man: "I am willing to lend a helping hand to you, senior, to kill this beast, to take back the demon pill for you, and to avenge nephew Zhang of Haoran Sect."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, what you said is absolutely right!" Mo Wuchen also stepped out from the crowd and came to the side of the burly man. "Your Excellency attacked and killed my righteous cultivators. How can I just stand by and watch?"

Ye Guihong was unwilling to fall behind, and said coldly: "Whether you are really the demon king taking over the body, or you are pretending to be a ghost, today is the day you die!"

The three men saw clearly that before Chen Yuan swallowed the magic pill, he was able to fight on equal terms with the burly man, but now his momentum has greatly increased and the burly man is no match for him.

He also threatened to slaughter all the monks in the field, and not let the burly man face the enemy alone.

Everyone was greatly encouraged when they heard this.

They were originally shocked by Chen Yuan's strength, and were also afraid of his ruthlessness in killing Zhang Wushan like killing grass.

But with the three great monks attacking together, plus the burly man, no matter how strong the demon king who had been reborn after taking over another's body was, he would never be a match for the four of them.

But the burly man's expression was extremely solemn, and he said solemnly: "My dear friend Xuan Xiao, quickly take out the spiritual talisman and ask Daoist friend Cangsong to come down with his spirit!"

The white-haired Taoist was stunned: "It's just a remnant of a demon king's soul, why do you take it so seriously, senior?"

Mo Wuchen and Ye Guihong also looked at the burly man with some doubt in their eyes.

The burly man said, "If I am not mistaken, this person is the real demon king. Even if only a remnant of his soul remains, we must not be careless, otherwise we will all die without a burial place!"

The white-haired Taoist priest was puzzled. "May I ask what you mean by 'real demon king'?"

Ye Guihong suddenly frowned: "Senior, are you saying that this person is the legendary Refining Void Demon King?"

"Rather than those who call themselves the demon kings as long as they survive the transformation thunder tribulation?"

When the word "Lianxu" came out, everyone was stunned.

The burly man nodded slightly, his face as solemn as water: "Yes, this person is very likely the remnant soul of a virtual demon king in ancient times who took over another body and was reborn."

Everyone's expression suddenly changed. Chen Yuan's eyes flashed as he looked up and down at the burly man: "It seems that you are indeed the demon commander who has survived from ancient times to the present day. However, I know all the demon commanders by heart, and there is no one like you..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something: "Yes, you were promoted to Demon Commander after that great battle..."

The expressions of the three great monks changed, and Ye Guihong suddenly sneered: "Don't be so pretentious, how could there be a Refining Void Demon King in this world?"

The white-haired old Taoist seemed to have remembered something, his face turned slightly pale, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what Senior Sun said is true. This person should be the remnant soul of the Refining Void Demon King who has taken over another body and reborn. I'm afraid we're in trouble today."

Ye Guihong frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Xuanwei, please don't joke. This world can only accommodate Divine Transformation cultivators at most. How could a Void Refining Demon King be born?"

Before the white-haired Taoist priest could speak, Mo Wuchen's face turned ugly. He said in a deep voice, "Although this world will not give birth to a Refined Void Demon King, our sect's classics record that in ancient times, a Refined Void Demon King was born and led the demon army to counterattack the human world."

"If what Senior Sun said is true, this person should be the residual soul left by the Refining Void Demon King. He has been lingering on until now and has taken over Chen Yuan's body and been reborn."

Ye Guihong was startled: "Where is this ancient secret recorded? Why have I never heard of it?"

The cultivators from the three sects looked at Mo Wuchen with half-belief and half-doubt, even the cultivator from the Zhengqing sect did the same.

Chen Yuan was surprised and looked at Mo Wuchen: "Which sect are you from?"

Mo Wuchen's expression was extremely ugly at this time: "Mo is the head of the Zhengqing Sect."

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I have never heard of it."

Mo Wuchen's expression became serious: "Our sect's founder only founded it after that ancient war, so of course you don't know."

"But our sect is the descendant of the ancient Taixuan Sect. Have you ever heard of this, Demon King?" (End of this chapter)