Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

When Chen Yuan heard this, his indifferent eyes suddenly showed some fluctuations, and he was surprised: "So, Taixuan Sect has been destroyed?"

The white-haired old Taoist stepped forward and said coldly, "Our sect and the Zhengqing Sect both inherited the tradition of the Taixuan Sect. You are the heir of Taixuan Sect, so how can you say that you are destroyed?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen's faces: "Since you claim to be the descendants of Taixuan, have you inherited the Ten Thousand Stars Plate?"

The two men's expressions changed slightly. Seeing this, Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "After losing the Ten Thousand Stars Plate, you still claim to be the successor of Taixuan!"

The white-haired Taoist priest seemed to have hit a sore spot, and his expression was a little angry: "So what if you lost the Ten Thousand Stars Disk? You are just a remnant soul that has lingered on, and you dare to look down on our sect!"

Chen Yuan sneered and suddenly let out a breath: "After wasting so much time, it's time to send you on your way. Twenty Nascent Souls should be enough..."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, and a slightly illusory white flame rose up and hung above his palm.

When everyone saw this wisp of faint flame, they felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

When the burly man saw the white flame, his pupils shrank, and a hint of fear flashed across his eyes. He suddenly turned his head and stared at the white-haired Taoist priest, shouting, "Quickly activate the psychic talisman!"

The white-haired Taoist was still a little hesitant, but the next moment, a sharp pain accompanied by a burning sensation rose from the depths of his soul and spread throughout his body in an instant!
He groaned and looked inside himself, only to see a white flame coming from nowhere in his soul space, enveloping his soul and burning fiercely.

His originally solid soul became illusory at an alarming speed. The pain that felt like being burned by fire made his eyes covered with a layer of blood.

An uncontrollable sense of brutality rose from the bottom of his heart, making him want to tear everything around him to pieces.

But the white-haired Taoist was a great monk after all, and he immediately calmed his mind the moment his soul was about to burn.

As soon as he had a thought, the power of his soul that permeated the soul space surged towards the center like a tide, submerging his soul. The white flame immediately became much dimmer.

At the same time, his pair of red ring magic weapons flew out from his dantian on their own, circling around him and protecting their master.
The white-haired Taoist withdrew his consciousness and looked behind him. Everyone had a look of pain on their faces and they all used their defensive magic weapons.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators in the early stage cried out in agony, holding their heads with both hands, their bodies staggering.

Mo Wuchen and Ye Guihong also had pale faces, with a faint bloodshot color in their eyes.

The burly man only had a slightly changed expression, as if he was not affected at all. He clenched the long staff in his hand, stepped forward, and rushed out.
Just when everyone's souls were burning, Chen Yuan took advantage of the situation and attacked, and had already arrived in front of everyone.

His hands were burning with white flames, and he performed some secret technique. His body grew to about ten feet tall, his muscles bulged, and his arms became exceptionally strong.

His appearance had changed slightly, and a layer of fine white hair had grown on his body, which was somewhat similar to the yellow hair on the burly man's body.

At first glance, it looked like a white ape transformed into a human form.

boom!
Chen Yuan's fist collided with the long glowing stick in the burly man's hand, and several tiny gray-white space cracks appeared and disappeared.

The burly man retreated more than ten feet and crushed several stone steps.

Chen Yuan was not as embarrassed as the burly man, but he also retreated several feet before he could steady himself.

He shook his hands and frowned, "It seems that the peak of the demon general is the current limit of this body."

"It's a pity that the time is still a little short, and I can't fully control this body. Otherwise, a mere demon commander (note) can also block the true fire of this king?"

The burly man looked extremely gloomy. He turned around and shouted, "How long are you going to wait? Why don't you activate the psychic talisman!"

The white-haired Taoist priest shuddered all over, feeling the burning pain coming from his soul, and finally stopped hesitating.

He flipped his hand and took out the talisman, raised his left hand, and slapped it hard on his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

It would cost a huge price for a Divine Transformation cultivator to descend with his split spirit.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have hesitated and hesitated to activate the talisman. The blood turned into a blood mist, and the white-haired Taoist's face turned extremely pale. He raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the true essence surged out.

The blood mist paused in the air and all fell on the talisman, turning this bright yellow ancient talisman into a blood talisman!
The talisman trembled slightly, then suddenly burned up, turning into streaks of light and flying towards the white-haired Taoist priest.

The white-haired Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly, and the flowing light merged into his body until the blood talisman burned out. His aura suddenly changed.

A powerful pressure that was no less than that of the burly man and Chen Yuan slowly dissipated.

The white-haired Taoist opened his eyes and looked at the white flame in Chen Yuan's hand. He said solemnly, "The residual soul of the demon king, Zhuyan's true fire... Could it be that you are the white ape demon king from ancient times?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but looked at him with interest: "With just a talisman, you can send down a spirit. This spiritual talisman is quite mysterious. But is it derived from spiritualism?"

The white-haired Taoist's eyes fixed, and the burly man said: "Fellow Daoist Cangsong guessed correctly, this person is the remnant soul of the white ape who has taken over another body and reborn. Daoists, please help us kill this beast and never let him leave the secret realm!"

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Your Excellency actually knows the art of spiritual communication. It turns out that you are the White Ape Demon King."

"Fellow Daoist Sun, please show mercy and capture this monster's remaining soul alive!"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "What a big tone! I want to see what methods the current Divine Transformation cultivators in this world have."

He stepped forward and rushed towards the two of them, with the Zhuyan True Fire rising from his hand. The wails of those early Nascent Soul cultivators became louder.

Several cultivators in the middle Nascent Soul stage cried out in pain and fell to their knees.

Even Mo Wuchen and Ye Guihong had expressions of pain on their faces and their bodies trembling. They had to try their best to resist the white flames in your soul space and stand there, motionless.

The white-haired Taoist's expression changed. The burly man had already clenched the long spiritual staff in his hand and rushed forward, shouting, "This monster has borrowed the power of its demon pill, and its Zhuyan True Fire is endless. Taoist friends, you must not hold back at all, and you must not even think of capturing it alive!"

The white-haired Taoist priest looked serious and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Taoist friend."

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and all the trees, flowers and plants within a hundred feet around him withered.

These plants have been growing in the spiritual mist for tens of thousands of years and are no less than hundred-year-old spiritual herbs.

After they withered, they transformed into thousands of strands of pure wood spiritual energy, flying from all directions.

It condensed into a giant green hand with clearly visible palm lines. It was ten feet in size and descended from the sky like a mountain pressing down on Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly grew larger. Without dodging, he also struck out with a palm.

boom!
Chen Yuan's palm collided with the green hand with a loud bang, and the green hand could no longer move forward and stopped in the air.

He stretched his other arm across his body, blocking the long glowing stick swung by the burly man, without moving at all.

Chen Yuan looked up at the green hand and said calmly, "The Hand of the Ten Thousand Spirits Green Emperor is indeed the inheritance of the Taixuan Sect."

"If you come in person, I will retreat three steps away."

"But even if a single ray of spirit descends and joins forces with this demon commander, it is still no match for me."

He pushed his palm forward, and the green hand shattered into pieces, transforming back into thousands of strands of pure wood-type spiritual energy.

The burly man retreated several dozen feet, stopped, and said with gritted teeth: "You are squandering the power of the demon pill by extracting it like this. Aren't you afraid that after this battle, the demon pill will disappear and you won't be able to recover your strength?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly and was about to speak when the white-haired Taoist suddenly pointed at something and shouted, "Concentrate!"

I saw that the thousands of strands of pure wood spirit energy paused in the air, and then fell like catkins, flying towards Chen Yuan, but at a speed hundreds of times faster, all falling on Chen Yuan's body! (End of this chapter)