Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The wood element spiritual energy wrapped around Chen Yuan's body and transformed into flowers that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Thousands of sharp roots stretched out and pierced into Chen Yuan's body.

But Chen Yuan remained motionless, allowing the flowers to attach to his body.

Those sharp roots were unable to penetrate his flesh and even failed to pierce his Void Escape Robe. They quickly exhausted their spiritual energy and were completely annihilated.

Chen Yuan shook his head: "The Taixuan Sect is indeed destroyed. This technique is somewhat mysterious, but in your hands, it is so weak and powerless, and you can't grasp the key points at all..."

The white-haired old Taoist's face darkened, and he said coldly: "It is not your turn to comment on our magical powers!"

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a dry vine as thick as a finger, threw it forward, then raised his hand, made a gesture, and tapped the dry vine.

The withered vine swelled in the wind, and its tendrils quickly extended and expanded, densely intertwining together, turning into a ten-foot-long emerald green dragon, with bared fangs and claws, pouncing towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan frowned: "The technique of bringing back dead trees to life?"

He stepped back and avoided the attack from the blue dragon.

But when Canglong stretched out his right palm, the dragon claw formed by the interwoven tendrils of the vines grew to several feet in size and grabbed it.

It was impossible to fly from this place. Chen Yuan used the light body technique, but it was no match for the white-haired Taoist's magical powers. Seeing that he could not avoid the attack, he threw a punch and turned from defense to offense.

He was as small as an ant in front of the Canglong, but he was still stronger than it. He smashed the dragon's claw into pieces in one move, and the broken vines exploded, covering Chen Yuan.

A huge recoil force surged into the body of the Canglong, causing it to fly backwards. Cracks appeared on the dragon's long body, and vines broke everywhere, turning back to a withered yellow color and disappearing.

But the white-haired Taoist just changed the magic gestures in his hands, and the scars on Canglong's body quickly healed, and the broken right palm recovered as before, and pounced on Chen Yuan again.

Chen Yuan had no choice but to fight back. Fist shadows filled the sky, withered vines like rain, and wood chips flying everywhere, almost covering the sky and the sun.

The blue dragon's claws shattered, with scars running through the dragon's body, but it soon recovered as before and pounced on him again, as if immortal, and tightly entangled Chen Yuan.

Seeing this, the burly man rushed up with a long staff and shouted, "This demon has only been in my body for a short time and has not yet taken control of it."

"Except for the Zhuyan True Fire, he can only fight with his physical body and can no longer use other magical powers. This is the weakest time."

"Brother Cangsong, if you have any other tricks, you might as well use them all. We must not let him delay any longer!"

He took advantage of the opportunity when Chen Yuan smashed the blue dragon's tail and retreated several steps, and swung the spiritual light long stick heavily, smashing it down, forcing Chen Yuan back several feet.

The burly man was delighted and swung the long glowing stick into a group of afterimages, making a whistling sound and attacking non-stop.

Chen Yuan was unable to use any other magical powers, and he had no other means.

The burly man's strongest strength was his physical body, which was comparable to that of a tenth-level demon king. His innate magical powers were also pretty good, but after being possessed by Sun Yuan's spirit, he seemed a little weak.

Especially when dealing with a reborn Demon King who has taken over another person's body, other than this tremendous strength, his other means are mediocre.

However, Chen Yuan's physical body is only comparable to that of a peak level ten demon king, or at most slightly better.

The burly man had a fearless blue dragon as his helper, and in his hand a long glowing stick transformed from the spiritual energy of a high-level magic weapon. Finally, he was able to fight Chen Yuan on equal terms, and even had a slight advantage.

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest no longer spared any means. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The trees, flowers and plants within a thousand feet radius withered in an instant, and countless pure wood-based spiritual energy gathered around him.

Wherever the wood element spiritual energy passed, it stirred up the mist and dispersed it, revealing several halls and attics in the back mountain.

But no one cared about these things at the moment. The spiritual energy of the wood element gathered in front of the white-haired old Taoist like a young swallow flying into the forest, and condensed into an illusory wooden sword. It became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye and soon condensed into shape.

The wooden sword was about three feet long, green in color, without a sharp edge or blade. It was slowly laid flat and pointed directly at Chen Yuan.

There is no green at all above the halfway point of the mountain. Everywhere is withered, yellow, gray and black, ugly and ugly. Compared with the lush green below the mountainside, it seems like the boundary between yin and yang, separating life and death.

The white-haired Taoist said coldly: "My real self has not arrived yet, so I cannot gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I will use this mountain of indigo to send the demon king off!"

After saying that, he pointed his finger and the wooden sword shot out, heading straight for Chen Yuan!

At the same time, Canglong pounced, and the burly man also seized the opportunity, swung up the long stick of spiritual light, and attacked from both sides, making it impossible for Chen Yuan to dodge.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, smashed the Canglong claw with a punch, then raised his hand to block the burly man's spiritual long stick. The Zhuyan True Fire in his hand suddenly rose up, but he could no longer avoid the wooden sword.

The wooden sword hit Chen Yuan's chest, and a burst of green light burst out. Roots grew out of the wooden sword and pierced deeply into Chen Yuan's body.

This time, the Void Escape Robe failed to block these extremely sharp roots. Chen Yuan was tightly entangled by the endless vines, unable to move, and the energy around him quickly weakened.

These roots trembled slightly, flashing with spiritual light, and were actually devouring the true energy in Chen Yuan's body.

The burly man was delighted, he stepped heavily and broke a stone step, then he jumped high, swung the long glow stick and smashed it down heavily!

boom!
Chen Yuan's head tilted slightly, and the stick hit Chen Yuan's shoulder heavily.

His shoulders immediately collapsed, his body sank, the stone steps under his feet shattered, his legs sank into the rocks, and his aura became even weaker.

The burly man swung up his long stick and was about to hit him again.

"what!"

At this moment, a loud howl suddenly sounded, revealing a strong sense of despair.

The white-haired Taoist priest suddenly turned his head and saw the middle-aged monk from Jiuli Sect who recognized Chen Yuan's identity kneeling on the ground, holding his head with both hands, leaving five deep bloody marks.

His facial features were distorted, his eyes were red, an expression of pain was frozen on his face, and all the vitality was gone.

A Nascent Soul flew out of his body with dull eyes. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of more than a hundred feet and flew in front of Chen Yuan, and was swallowed by him in one gulp.

There were several more howls, and the remaining five Nascent Soul early stage cultivators from the three sects who entered the secret realm all fell to their knees, holding their heads tightly with their hands, all of them dying with their eyes open.

Their Nascent Souls all flew towards Chen Yuan. The white-haired old Taoist's expression changed and he immediately raised his hand and made a gesture. Canglong turned around, swung his dragon claws, and five vines stretched out, grabbing the Nascent Souls, but missed.

The Nascent Soul was too fast and invisible and intangible to be stopped by ordinary means. In the blink of an eye, it flew in front of Chen Yuan.

Among the six, there were four elders of the Jiuli Sect. Ye Guihong, whose soul was being tortured by the white flames, saw this scene and his face suddenly changed. He shouted angrily: "Stop!"

But his soul was wrapped in white flames, as if his body was burning in a raging fire that he could not dispel. He was in great pain and could not even circulate his true energy. He could only watch helplessly as the five Nascent Souls were swallowed by Chen Yuan.

The injury on his left shoulder recovered immediately, and his declining aura suddenly increased by more than half.

The roots that had penetrated deeply into his body could not withstand the sudden huge amount of true energy, and they suddenly expanded and exploded.

All this happened in a flash. When Chen Yuan broke free from his restraints, the burly man's long glowing stick had just fallen.

boom!
Chen Yuan had no time to dodge, he just tilted his head slightly to avoid the vital part, and the spiritual light stick hit his right shoulder. But he raised his left hand and grabbed the middle of the stick.

The burly man withdrew his hand immediately, but the long stick did not move at all.

In just this instant, Chen Yuan's right shoulder injury had recovered. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the burly man's heart!

The burly man's face changed, he let go of the long staff, narrowly avoided the attack, stepped back more than ten feet.

He immediately raised his hand and grabbed it. The long staff trembled slightly and was about to break free from Chen Yuan's left hand.

But the white flame in Chen Yuan's left hand suddenly swelled up and wrapped around the spiritual light stick. It stopped trembling and turned into points of light and disappeared.

The burly man's heart sank. Chen Yuan put down his hand and smiled slightly: "Now that the magic weapon is in my hand, do you want to take it back?"

"You are quite ingenious. You extracted the energy from the origin of the magic weapon and used the spiritual energy of the God-descending Fruit as a guide to create this magic weapon."

“Although it can only last for two or three hours, it still has the power of a tenth spiritual treasure…”

The burly man's face changed. He had painstakingly studied the secret technique for thousands of years, but it was exposed by Chen Yuan with just one word. He also lost his magic weapon and his strength was weakened by at least 30%.

Chen Yuan raised his eyes to look at the burly man, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "You were able to survive that battle and cultivate all the way to become a demon commander, which shows that you are no ordinary person."

"When I return to this world, I will naturally lead the demons of this world. If you are willing to follow me, I will naturally take you with me when I return to the Burning Demon World. How do you think?"

The burly man's expression darkened immediately after hearing this: "You are just a remnant soul, and you want me to surrender?"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "I will give you one more chance. Are you willing to be my demon commander?"

The burly man sneered, "If you have the guts, destroy this strand of my soul. I will immediately enter the secret realm and grind you to dust!"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Really? Then I will send you off right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward, rushed towards the burly man and fought with him.

This time, the burly man no longer had the spiritual stick in his hand. Relying only on his physical strength, he was once again at a disadvantage and was firmly suppressed by Chen Yuan.

The two men collided with a loud bang, and then suddenly separated, their figures turning into afterimages. Every time their fists and feet hit each other, it was like a ray of thunder exploding.

The stone steps within a radius of a hundred feet have been shattered, the rocks have collapsed, and the entire place is in a mess.

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest did not dare to be negligent. He drove the blue dragon to attack and formed a pincer attack with the burly man.

Sometimes Chen Yuan was unable to dodge and was hit by the dragon's claws, or was punched by a burly man, causing injuries, but he would recover in an instant.

However, as his injuries recover, his energy will weaken slightly.

As the energy gradually accumulated, Chen Yuan's Qi became unstable again, and his cultivation almost fell to the late Nascent Soul stage.

But before the burly man and the white-haired old man could rejoice, Chen Yuan suddenly stopped, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his hands rose violently.

Two Jiuli Sect's middle Nascent Soul cultivators howled miserably, hugged their heads tightly with both hands, and fell to the ground with bloodshot eyes, dying with their eyes open.

Their Nascent Souls had dull eyes and flew out from their Dantian and were swallowed into Chen Yuan's mouth.

Chen Yuan's Qi immediately surged a little bit. Although it was not as high as when he swallowed six Nascent Souls in one breath, it also stabilized his Nascent Soul realm in the late stage.

Ye Guihong's eyes were red with anger, but he no longer had the strength to roar.

The white flames in his soul space became more and more fierce. He tried his best to maintain his soul and barely suppress the brutal murderous intent in his heart. He no longer had time to care about anything else.

The burly man and the white-haired veteran looked even uglier, and they didn't even take the opportunity to launch an attack.

Chen Yuan clicked his tongue, still somewhat dissatisfied, and shook his head slightly: "Although the foundation of this body is good, it is still a little weak. It takes so long to kill a few Yuanying cultivators..."

He raised his eyes and looked at the burly man: "I will give you one last chance. Are you willing to follow me and become my demon commander?"

When the burly man heard this, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he did not refuse outright like before.

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Although I have not yet mastered this body, it is no problem for me to display the magical power of the immortal body."

"As long as I can drive the true fire and swallow a few Nascent Souls, you are just split spirits, how can you outlast me?"

The white-haired Taoist's expression changed slightly: "Fellow Taoist, please do not listen to this monster's bewitching tricks!"

The burly man fell silent, and Chen Yuan continued, "Although your power is strong, you are still outside the secret realm."

"This king has been trapped here for tens of thousands of years, and knows every plant and tree in this secret realm like the back of his hand."

"By the time he entered the secret realm, I had already used the teleportation array to escape far away, and the dragon flew into the sea."

"If you don't agree now, when I regain my strength, I will sacrifice you first!"

The burly man's expression changed. After a long while, he slowly said, "I am willing to serve the Demon King. Please spare my life."

The white-haired Taoist's face sank. He stepped back more than ten feet, putting some distance between himself and the burly man.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "He who knows the current situation is a hero, you relax your mind and let me plant a ray of true fire."

The burly man was startled: "I am a spirit that has come down. What's the use of the demon king planting the true fire?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "My true fire has infinite uses. Even if a split soul descends, as long as I plant a wisp of true fire, I can trace the source and plant a soul restriction in your original soul."

He paused, turned his head and looked at the white-haired old man: "I used to have no shortage of human slaves. If you are willing to follow me, I will plant a ray of true fire in your soul."

"If I am not mistaken, the ascension passage in this world has been completely destroyed, and you should be stranded in this world for quite some time."

"I can help you ascend to the Burning Demon Realm. Even though you will have to be a slave cultivator, it is better than waiting to die in this world. How do you think?"

The white-haired Taoist laughed in anger: "Even if I die, I will never be a slave to others!"

"You are stubborn..." Chen Yuan frowned and looked at the burly man again, "Okay, relax your mind. I will give you a way to the heavens. You may have a chance to become a demon king in the future."

The burly man was silent for a moment, then said word by word: "If you want to plant a restriction in my body, you might as well kill me!"

Chen Yuan's face darkened: "How dare you play tricks on me?" (End of this chapter)