Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The white-haired old Taoist laughed loudly, but with a sense of sadness: "Brother Sun, what you said is very true. We have gone through untold hardships to achieve the state of incarnation and look down upon this world, but it is not to be slaves and servants to you!"

"You are just a remnant soul, and you have taken over the body of a human cultivator. It is simply a daydream to want to restore your former cultivation. You even want to return to the upper realm."

"The ascension passage in this world has long been destroyed by you demons. We are trapped in a desperate situation with no way forward."

"But you have survived until now, how can you break through the interface barrier? It's just a lie, Brother Sun, don't believe it."

Chen Yuan ignored him and just stared at the burly man. He clenched his right hand into a fist, then slowly loosened it, and said coldly: "My patience has its limits. You coveted the remains of my demon pill. If I really have no one else to use and I see that you are a promising talent, I would never tolerate it until now."

"You have fought with the person whose body I took over, so you should know his details."

"As long as you give me a hundred years, it will be easy for me to recover my skills as a demon commander, and it will be a piece of cake for me to kill you."

"I have one last question for you. Do you want to surrender or not?"

The burly man's expression changed. Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist frowned and looked at Chen Yuan carefully: "Fellow Daoist Sun, is there something strange about the person who was possessed by this monster?"

The burly man snorted coldly, without saying anything more, he stepped forward and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"

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

The burly man was determined to fight, but without the spiritual stick in his hand, how could he be a match for Chen Yuan, who had swallowed several Nascent Souls in succession? He immediately fell into a disadvantage, even more embarrassed than before.

Chen Yuan consumes his true essence and can also swallow his Nascent Soul to recover.

However, the spiritual energy of the fruit of the spirit in his body would decrease as he used it.

The burly man's energy was slowly fading, and his strength was also weakened a little, making it increasingly difficult for him to fight Chen Yuan in close combat.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest immediately ordered the Blue Dragon to attack from both sides. He raised his hand and made a gesture, drawing out the spiritual energy of all the plants and trees within a radius of two thousand feet, condensing it into a three-foot-six-inch long emerald green wooden sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Chen Yuan.

The mountains have become devastated, without a single green sign. Everywhere you look, there are dead vines and leaves, rotten wood and branches, and a dead atmosphere.

But after condensing this wooden sword, the white-haired old Taoist's aura began to wane, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

The physical body of a Nascent Soul cultivator is far inferior to that of the Demon King. Once the burly man takes a spirit-calling fruit, Sun Yuan will be able to send down a wisp of his spirit.

The white-haired Taoist priest needs to consume his essence and blood to activate the spiritual talisman, which can barely carry a wisp of Taoist Cangsong's spirit.

But this also has many limitations. Only a few kinds of magical powers can be displayed, and it is impossible to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The strength is not even one tenth of the original body.

In order to condense this second wooden sword, the white-haired Taoist priest consumed most of his internal energy.

He took out a jade bottle from the mustard seed ring, poured out a drop of thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and his true energy was restored in an instant.

But the fatigue in his eyes still did not dissipate. The consumption of true energy was just a small matter, but every time he used the magical power of incarnation, the essence contained in the spiritual talisman would be reduced by a point and could not be restored.

The white-haired Taoist priest saw the right opportunity, and when Chen Yuan was struggling with the burly man, he suddenly pointed his finger and shouted, "Go!"

The emerald green wooden sword shot out, twice as fast as the previous one, and arrived in front of Chen Yuan in an instant.

He had just exchanged a punch with a burly man, and although he had suppressed him firmly, he was also pushed back several steps by the recoil force, unable to dodge and only able to slightly turn sideways.

puff!
The wooden sword pierced Chen Yuan's right chest and went straight through his body, leaving a ball of emerald green light that firmly attached to Chen Yuan's wound, and was even slowly wriggling, trying hard to drill into his body.

The white-haired Taoist priest knew very well that after the White Ape Demon King took over his body, he mastered the magical power of the immortal body and could devour the Nascent Soul to recover from his injuries. He must fight quickly and did not want to delay any longer.

Seeing that this sword had severely injured Chen Yuan, the white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the magic formula in his hand changed immediately. The blue dragon let out a long roar towards the sky, swung its long tail, and rushed straight towards Chen Yuan with an unstoppable and brutal momentum.

The burly man was also very happy. He rushed forward and was determined to take this opportunity to kill Chen Yuan in one fell swoop.

But even though Chen Yuan suffered such a severe blow, he was not panicked at all.

White flames suddenly rose from his hands, and the three middle-Nascent Soul cultivators howled miserably, and their lives were instantly gone.

Their Nascent Souls flew out from their Dantian with dull eyes. In a flash, they flew in front of Chen Yuan and were swallowed into his mouth.

Chen Yuan's aura surged. He raised his hand and waved it. Wherever the white flame passed, the emerald green light ball that was like a thorn in the bone disappeared. The wound healed as before, leaving only a long crack on his robe.

At this time, Canglong and the burly man rushed to Chen Yuan together, but were easily blocked by him and did not retreat an inch.

The blue dragon's claws shattered, and the burly man flew backwards more than ten feet before he finally stopped.

The aura around Chen Yuan dropped again. He glanced at the white-haired old Taoist priest, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed, and the white flame swayed gently.

The last surviving middle-Nascent Soul cultivator of Shao Xuan Sect let out a miserable howl, his vitality dissipated, and his Nascent Soul flew out of his Dantian and was grabbed by Chen Yuan.

The white-haired Taoist's expression changed: "How dare you, monster!"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, as if he had swallowed a panacea, and the energy in his body became full again.

He clicked his tongue and frowned: "The taste of your Nascent Soul cultivators is much worse than that of the Taixuan Sect cultivators."

"Has this world declined to this extent in just tens of thousands of years?"

The white-haired Taoist priest flew into a rage and immediately ordered the blue dragon to attack. Chen Yuan smiled coldly and went to meet him.

At this time, there were only a few cultivators from the three sects left, and the only one left in Shaoxuan Sect was the white-haired old Taoist priest.

The Zhengqing sect was in a better situation. Apart from Mo Wuchen who was still able to hold on under Zhu Yan's true fire, the young-looking formation cultivator was also struggling to hold on. However, his energy was already extremely weak and he might follow in the footsteps of the other two fellow elders at any time.

The Jiuli Sect was the most miserable. Excluding Ye Guihong, a total of ten Nascent Soul elders entered the secret realm. Six of them had died at this time, and only Junior Brother Yuwen, Qi Hanzhou and two other Nascent Soul cultivators survived.

Ye Guihong stared at Chen Yuan, his face ashen.

In order to explore the secret realm of the Yuling Sect, the Jiuli Sect put all its efforts into it, leaving only a few Nascent Soul early stage cultivators in Lizhou, and a great cultivator to guard Nanzhou. The rest of the elders all followed him into the depths of Nanzhou.

The treasures we have harvested are very few, and more than half of them have been killed or injured. It can be said that we have suffered heavy losses and our vitality has been greatly damaged.

Ye Guihong was filled with hatred at this moment, and he wished he could tear Chen Yuan into pieces.

Before he was possessed, he disrupted the Jiuli Sect's ten thousand-year plan. After he was possessed, he slaughtered Jiuli Sect monks wantonly. This hatred is irreconcilable.

He even hated Ye Wendie. The cultivators from the three sects were almost all killed or injured, but this young man from the Cangjian Palace just looked listless and collapsed on the ground.

The Jiuli sect monks suffered heavy casualties, so how come Ye Wendi was safe and sound?
That young monk was also so annoying. Everyone he saw was an enemy. There was only one thought in Ye Guihong's mind, and that was to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

If it weren't for the burning of his soul, he would have to resist with all his might and would have had no time to care about anything else. Otherwise, he would have slaughtered all living things in front of him to wash away the hatred in his heart.

……

After Chen Yuan swallowed several Nascent Souls, he recovered to his prime again and firmly suppressed the white-haired Taoist priest and the burly man.

The white-haired Taoist priest could no longer condense a third wooden sword, and the burly man's strongest physical strength was no match for Chen Yuan, so other means were useless.

Although Chen Yuan could not display any other magical powers except for his immortal body and Zhuyan True Fire, and because the time of possession was too short, the power of Zhuyan True Fire was greatly reduced and could not threaten the two people's distraction.

However, he was able to recover from his injuries by devouring the Nascent Souls of the three sects' cultivators, and thus seemed invincible.

All they had to do was wait until the spiritual energy in the Descending Spirit Fruit and the Spirit Communication Talisman was exhausted, and the Nascent Soul cultivators present would be nothing more than a few human-shaped pills.

The expressions of the white-haired Taoist priest and the burly man became more and more serious. Mo Wuchen, a great monk, also looked dejected and powerless at this moment.

Ye Guihong only had a little clarity left, his heart was filled with hatred, his energy was fluctuating, his expression was sometimes ferocious, sometimes sad, and sometimes unwilling, almost the same as when he was going through the calamity of his inner demon.

Just now, two more elders of the Jiuli Sect died, and their Nascent Souls were swallowed by Chen Yuan.

Of the ten elders who followed Ye Guihong into the secret realm, only Junior Brother Yuwen and Qi Hanzhou were left.

Junior Brother Yuwen has a high level of cultivation, while Qi Hanzhou is a grandmaster of formations. Although his cultivation is only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, his spiritual awareness is extremely strong, and he is only a step away from being a great cultivator, which is why he has been able to persist until now.

The same is true for the Shaoxuan Sect's Liu array cultivator. Only Ye Wendi is the most conspicuous. Although he is only an early Nascent Soul cultivator, he has lived to this day and his soul has not been devoured by the Zhuyan True Fire.

Even the white-haired Taoist priest and the burly man noticed the abnormality in his body and were quite surprised.

But the pressure Chen Yuan brought to them was increasing, and even if they had doubts in their hearts, they had no time to be distracted.

Gradually, after half an hour, the Qi in the two men's bodies became weaker and weaker. They could only hold on with great difficulty, and were in danger all around.

The white-haired Taoist priest used several wood-based magical powers, but they were all just a last-ditch struggle and could not pose any threat to Chen Yuan.

The burly man's body was much weaker than before. He was completely at a disadvantage in front of Chen Yuan and looked extremely miserable.

Chen Yuan no longer tried to persuade them to surrender, but slowly consumed the two men's spiritual energy.

Although he failed to win within a quarter of an hour, he had already gained the upper hand and did not need to consume too much of the precious blood power in the demon pill.

But just when the white-haired Taoist and the burly man were feeling desperate, Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly focused and his attack suddenly intensified.

The two men's expressions changed. Does this Demon King Lianxu finally not want to delay any longer?

But when the white-haired Taoist looked at Chen Yuan's slightly cold expression, something moved in his heart. He turned his head and looked in the direction of his gaze. He was slightly stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

Because he had previously drawn spiritual energy from the plants and trees on the mountain and dispersed the white mist, although his spiritual sense could only penetrate a few dozen feet, his visual range could see hundreds of feet away.

The white-haired Taoist priest looked over and saw four figures flying along the stone steps, less than three hundred feet away from here.

The person leading the group was none other than Wang Xuan Ge, the great monk from Tai Ming Sect!
After a while, the burly man also saw the four Taiming Sect monks. He couldn't help but show joy on his face, and became much tougher when fighting with Chen Yuan.

Soon, the four of them arrived here and stopped several dozen feet away.

Wang Xuange glanced at Ye Guihong and others who were sitting cross-legged on the ground with painful expressions on their faces, and looked at Chen Yuan, the white-haired Taoist priest and the burly man who were fighting fiercely. Feeling the powerful aura of the three men, his eyes were filled with doubt and surprise.

The white-haired Taoist priest asked anxiously, "Nephew Wang, do you have the dragon ball with you?"

Wang Xuange asked tentatively: "But Senior Cangsong is here in person?"

The white-haired Taoist nodded heavily: "It is this old man!"

Wang Xuange immediately clasped his fists and bowed, and replied: "Before I left, my great-grandmaster gave me a dragon ball..."

The white-haired Taoist interrupted him with a wave of his sleeves: "No need to be polite, please ask Brother Qin to come down and kill the evildoer!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and immediately intensified his attack.

But he was able to suppress the two because he was able to devour the Nascent Soul and rely on the innate magical powers of his immortal body to recover his injured true essence without fear of consumption.

His physical body still couldn't transcend the realm of a tenth-level demon king. Even though he could completely suppress the burly man, he couldn't use other magical powers and couldn't defeat him for a while.

Physical cultivators are best at long battles, so Chen Yuan can only have a chance to win when Sun Yuan’s distracted mind dissipates.

Wang Xuan Ge was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over the burly man and Chen Yuan, and hesitantly asked: "Excuse me, who is the 'evil' you are talking about, senior?"

The white-haired old Taoist's face sank. "Don't say anything more. Fellow Daoist Qin will know it at a glance. If we delay any further and let this monster escape, it will cause chaos in the world of immortal cultivation."

Wang Xuan Ge frowned and insisted, "Please forgive me, Senior Cangsong. The dragon ball contains a ray of my great master's spirit. It is not easy to refine. Without your guidance, I dare not move lightly."

The white-haired Taoist priest's face changed suddenly, but he immediately took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

While he was driving the blue dragon and cooperating with the burly man to attack Chen Yuan, he briefly described in just a few words how the Lianxu Demon King took over another's body and was reborn, slaughtering the cultivators of the three sects and devouring their Nascent Souls.

Wang Xuan Ge and the three elders of Tai Ming Sect were all stunned. This matter was too bizarre. The word "Lian Xu" was like a fairy tale, which was unbelievable.

But Wang Xuan Ge was a great cultivator after all, and he quickly came to his senses. He said solemnly, "I hope you two can hold on for a while. I will ask my great-grandmaster to come down with his spirit."

After saying that, he flipped his hand and took out a dark blue bead. He raised his hand and made a gesture, then shot out several rays of light which merged into the bead.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan's eyes became fierce. He stepped back more than ten feet, raised his right hand, and slapped his chest.

But just as he raised his hand, his expression suddenly changed, and his hand paused, stopping in front of his chest. He could only watch as the dark blue bead shone brightly, and a dragon flew out of it, chanting loudly to shock the world! (End of this chapter)