Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Not long after the two men fought, the burly man discovered that Chen Yuan's strength had decreased a lot, and he could no longer suppress him as before.

The burly man had strength comparable to that of a level ten demon king. Every punch he threw was like a mountain pressing down on Chen Yuan, or like a meteorite falling to the ground.

Not only that, Chen Yuan's every move became sluggish, and he would even suddenly freeze in place, unable to block the burly man's punches and kicks.

No matter how strong his body was, it was impossible for him to remain unscathed under the burly man's strength, which was comparable to that of a level ten demon king. Although his bones would not be broken, he would have scars all over.

However, Chen Yuan had mastered the magical power of the immortal body. Once injured, he could recover on his own. Although he suffered heavy blows repeatedly, he still showed no signs of defeat.

However, the immortal body's magical power consumed a lot of true energy. The two of them fought for less than half a minute, and Chen Yuan's energy quickly declined. His movements became increasingly sluggish and he was in danger.

At the same time, the white flame in his left eye became dimmer, while the golden light in his right eye became brighter.

Seeing that the burly man had the upper hand, the white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he sent a voice message to Wang Xuange: "Fellow Daoist Qin, are we just going to sit back and watch Sun Yuan kill the remaining soul of the White Ape Demon King?"

"He is very familiar with this secret realm. Before entering this peak, he was determined to obtain the demon pill remains of this demon king. If he succeeds, it will be disadvantageous to our human race."

Wang Xuan Ge stared at Chen Yuan and replied in a voice transmission: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist. Wait a moment longer."

The white-haired Taoist frowned, but did not say anything to persuade him.

Qin Wuya's spirit had just arrived, and the white-haired Taoist had already consumed a lot of the spiritual energy of the talisman when fighting with Chen Yuan. He was no match for Chen Yuan, so he had to suppress the idea of ​​intervening and quietly watched the fight between the burly man and Chen Yuan.

Another half a quarter of an hour passed, and Chen Yuan's Qi became increasingly weaker, having fallen from the late Nascent Soul stage. Under the fierce attack of the burly man, he was struggling to get out of trouble, and was already showing signs of defeat.

The burly man became even more ruthless, punching everywhere and attacking extremely cruelly, intending to kill Chen Yuan.

The place where the two men fought was already in ruins, the wide stone steps were completely destroyed, rocks collapsed and rolled down, and there was a mess everywhere.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan's body stiffened. Both sides of his face, which looked like yin and yang, showed a dull look. He stood there in a daze, turning into a statue.

The burly man saw the flaw, raised his hands and grabbed Chen Yuan's chest and abdomen, about to kill him with one blow.

But just a moment later, Chen Yuan blinked, as if he came back to life, and the white flame in his left eye had completely disappeared.

Two flashes of golden light flashed and disappeared, and then two points of silver light lit up, quickly expanding and filling a pair of eyes.

Boom!

A loud thunder exploded out of nowhere, and Chen Yuan's figure suddenly disappeared, appearing dozens of feet away. He narrowly avoided the grab of the burly man, leaving only a few streaks of lightning in his place.

The burly man was startled, a cold light flashed in his strange pupils, and he was about to rush forward again.

But Chen Yuan shouted, "Wait a minute, senior. I have already killed the remaining soul of the demon king!"

The burly man ignored it and continued to rush forward.

Chen Yuan's face darkened, but his energy was weakening and he could no longer use the Thunder Escape Technique to dodge. He stepped back.

But the burly man refused to give in. He came up to him and grabbed him with his right hand.

Chen Yuan had no choice but to raise his hand to block. At this moment, a beam of blue light shot out and passed between the two of them. Its edge brushed the burly man's right hand, and it was immediately covered with a layer of frost.

The burly man's expression changed, and he immediately withdrew his hand and retreated. He looked back suddenly, and saw that the blue dragon that had stopped him had flown over, its bloody mouth slowly closing, with a few points of azure light remaining.

Chen Yuan took the opportunity to retreat more than ten feet away, took out a jade bottle, and poured a drop of thousand-year-old spiritual milk into his mouth. The dried-up sea of ​​true energy in his dantian immediately became full.

The blue dragon flew between the two of them. The burly man looked at Wang Xuange with a gloomy expression, "What do you mean, Qin Daoyou?"

Wang Xuan Ge smiled slightly: "Daoyou Sun, please be patient. This young man clearly asked you to stop, so why are you chasing after him?"

The burly man said coldly, "This must be the residual soul of the White Ape Demon King who succeeded in taking over our body, but pretended to be defeated in order to deceive us. How can we believe it?"

Wang Xuange said: "Whether it is true or not, you can only know it after asking."

He turned to look at Chen Yuan and said with a smile, "Does this young friend still remember the appointment at Suyue Lake?"

Chen Yuan's silver eyes had returned to normal. He was stunned when he heard the words, as if he remembered something. He stared at Wang Xuange in disbelief: "Senior, are you the one who gave me the elixir at the edge of the abyss?"

As soon as these words were spoken, including Ye Wendi, Mo Wuchen and others whose souls had been severely damaged, all showed surprise and looked at Chen Yuan.

Wang Xuan Ge nodded slightly: "I have made an appointment with you to go to Tanzhou Suyue Lake for a while. I have something for you. Why haven't you come yet?"

Chen Yuan's expression changed several times, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, I will always remember your kindness in giving me the elixir, and I have never forgotten the promise we made at Su Yue Lake."

"It's just that my cultivation was low at that time, and I was afraid, so I didn't dare to keep the appointment. I hope you will forgive me."

Wang Xuan Ge smiled and said, "My friend is quite frank. My identity is unknown, so it is understandable that you have concerns."

"But after this matter is over, I will invite you to visit Suyue Lake again. I wonder if you are willing to go?"

Chen Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately agreed: "Junior will obey your command."

In all his practice up to now, only three people have recognized the Zhuyan True Fire in his hand. In addition to the green-robed formation spirit and the residual soul of the Lianxu Demon Lord who had experienced that ancient war, there is also an old man in black robe.

When he successfully ambushed and killed Kun Feng in the abyss, the mysterious old man in black robe suddenly appeared and recognized the Zhuyan True Fire in his hand at a glance.

Chen Yuan fought a fierce battle with Kun Feng and was seriously injured. His trump card was exposed and he thought he was about to die.

But the old man in black robe did not kill him. Instead, he gave him a Nascent Soul Pill to help him heal his wounds, and invited him to go to Su Yue Lake in Tanzhou, claiming that he wanted to give him something.

Chen Yuan had escaped death, so he naturally agreed without hesitation. However, due to his low level of cultivation, he did not dare to keep the appointment.

After his cultivation broke through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and he returned from Donghua Continent, he also thought about keeping the appointment.

However, Tanzhou has abundant water resources and many rivers and lakes. He had never heard of the name "Suyue Lake" and had no way to find it, so he gave up the idea.

But Chen Yuan never expected that the old man in black robe was actually a Divine Transformation cultivator. After being surprised, he immediately decided to be honest with him.

The old man in black robe had a high level of cultivation and was already ranked at the top of this world. At that time, he was just a minor Jindan cultivator and was no different from an ant in front of him.

But the old man in black robe gave him a healing pill and invited him to go to Suyue Lake. It was obvious that he had good intentions, and he must not lie to him and make him feel bad.

Just as Chen Yuan was thinking, Wang Xuan Ge turned to look at the burly man: "Fellow Daoist Sun, I have met this young man once before. If he was possessed by the residual soul of the demon king, he would definitely not remember this. This should prove that he has not been usurped." The burly man frowned, and there was a layer of gloom in his eyes as he looked at Chen Yuan.

He had never expected that Chen Yuan actually had a past relationship with Qin Wuya. Today's matter would be difficult to handle.

But he still didn't give up: "The White Ape Demon King has Zhu Yan's bloodline and drives Zhu Yan's true fire. His understanding of the soul is so deep that no one in this world can surpass him."

"His remaining soul has been able to survive for tens of thousands of years. He must have the means to read through this person's memories. He just knows a few old things, which cannot be true."

Wang Xuange frowned, "Brother Sun, you are making a far-fetched argument. Possession can only occupy the body, it cannot devour the memory. This is an iron rule. No matter how powerful the White Ape Demon King is, he cannot violate it."

The burly man shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Qin is wrong. We, cultivators from the lower realms, don't know the methods of the Refining Void Demon King. We should not jump to conclusions."

He looked at Chen Yuan and sized him up: "If you really want me to believe that you have not been possessed by the White Ape King, then relax and let me check you carefully..."

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "The soul is so fragile, how can it be easily shown to others? Please forgive me for not being able to obey your order."

The burly man said, "Then you have something to hide, and your body has long been controlled by the remnant spirit of the White Ape Demon King!"

Chen Yuan sneered: "If I was really possessed by the demon king, I wouldn't have been in danger when fighting with you just now."

"Although the ability of the demon king's remaining soul is not as good as that of a Divine Transformation cultivator, it is easy for him to destroy the senior's Divine Transformation."

The burly man heard this, and a cold light flashed in his strange pupils: "How dare you despise me?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "How dare I? I am just telling the truth."

"When we are outside the secret realm, the younger generation can escape from the hands of the seniors and ascend to heaven."

"If the remaining spirit of the demon king controls my body and destroys my spirit, what's the problem?"

Although his tone was calm, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, which he did not conceal at all.

The burly man's expression darkened: "You are so arrogant and disrespectful to the gods. You must have been possessed by the White Ape Demon King..."

Chen Yuan ignored him, clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xuange and the white-haired old Taoist, and said loudly: "I am a cultivator of the human race. Whether or not to take over the body of the demon king's residual soul is up to the two seniors to decide. It is not your turn to interfere."

The burly man was speechless for a moment, and turned to look at the white-haired old Taoist: "This man slaughtered three Yuanying cultivators of your sect. What do you think, Daoist Cangsong?"

The white-haired old Taoist raised his hand to stroke his beard, and his eyes swept over the three dead Shaoxuanmen Yuanying cultivators. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he slowly spoke: "In my opinion, the Lianxu Demon King's methods are unpredictable, and it is extremely difficult to verify whether he succeeded in taking over the body. It is better to kill this man and eliminate the trouble."

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank and he immediately looked at Wang Xuange.

Wang Xuan Ge pondered for a moment and said, "If you trust me, let me check your soul and memory and clear your name. How about that?"

Chen Yuan's expression changed, and he bowed with his fists clasped: "Senior is the backbone of our human race, and he has done me a favor. Naturally, I trust you."

"It's just that my soul is too fragile. If I make the slightest mistake, I will be doomed. Please forgive me for not being able to obey your command."

He looked at Wang Xuan Ge with a sincere tone, but he was quite nervous in his heart.

The fact that Yu Jue can activate the Starlight Tank is his biggest secret and must not be known to others.

Even if it would offend a Divine Transformation cultivator, he would never agree to it.

The old Taoist with white hair felt even more disgusted when he saw that he had refused. He said coldly, "This young man is so ignorant that he should be killed!"

But Wang Xuan Ge stared at Chen Yuan for a long while before he slowly spoke: "Since you are unwilling, I will not force you."

"But both of you Taoist friends are still worried about whether you have been possessed by the remnant spirit of the White Ape Demon King."

"Young friend, do you have a way to prove that your body is not occupied by the residual spirit of the demon king?"

The white-haired old Taoist was startled, but Chen Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied: "I am a physical cultivator, and my cultivation method is very special. I can refine the blood of monsters and master their innate magical powers."

"If the demon king took over my body, I would not be able to use it."

"As long as I can display my innate magical powers, I can prove that I have not been possessed by the demon king."

He made the right bet. The old man in black robe gave him the elixir and invited him to go to Su Yue Lake for a while without forcing him. It turned out that he had good intentions towards him.

Although he didn't know the reason, the old man in black robe didn't get angry despite his disrespect, which made him feel more confident.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the burly man's expression changed, and he bowed to Wang Xuange and Taoist Cangsong and said, "My two Taoist friends, regardless of whether this person was possessed by the demon king or not, everything here was caused by him."

"He disrespected me and slaughtered human monks. He deserves death for his crime."

"Could you two Daoists hand him over to me for disposal? I will definitely reward you handsomely."

The white-haired Taoist was stunned. He didn't expect that the burly man's hatred for Chen Yuan was so deep.

But because of the death of the three Shaoxuan Sect Yuanying elders, he hated Chen Yuan very much and wanted to take his life, so he immediately said: "It is not a bad idea to hand this man over to you, Daoist friend, to deal with him."

"But he is a human cultivator after all. I wonder what treasures you can offer in exchange?"

The burly man said without hesitation: "Three five-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and all the treasures on this person, I will only take the demon pill remains of the White Ape Demon King!"

The white-haired Taoist priest showed some interest and looked at Wang Xuange: "What do you think, Fellow Daoist Qin?"

Chen Yuan's face looked very ugly and he stared at Wang Xuange closely.

Wang Xuan Ge hesitated for a moment and did not answer. Instead, he asked Chen Yuan: "I wonder what kind of monster bloodline you have refined? What magical powers can you perform?"

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "I have refined the blood of the Kun fish and mastered the power of space."

"Senior, do you remember that when I met you in the abyss, I killed a level 7 Kun fish in order to refine its blood..."

Before he finished speaking, the burly man interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense. I have never heard of such a skill."

“Even the popular Demon God Art from ancient times cannot refine the royal bloodline!”

Wang Xuange's eyes shone brightly, and he said slowly: "Then please show me your skills. If what you said is true, the two Taoist friends will be able to put their doubts to rest. I believe that you have not been possessed by the remnant spirit of the demon king." (End of this chapter)