Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan watched Zhang Wushan die in front of him. The middle-aged scholar even wanted to attack Ye Wendi. He could not help but become furious. He no longer cared about the consumption of his spiritual power and launched a counterattack with all his might.

The already thin layer of golden light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Chen Yuan's continuous attacks almost forced the middle-aged scholar to lose control of his body, and he was unable to attack Ye Wendi anymore.

After the middle-aged scholar swallowed Zhang Wushan's Nascent Soul, the almost exhausted true energy in his Dantian was restored a lot.

But he did not take advantage of the situation to fight with the burly man, not because he was soft-hearted, but because of Chen Yuan's restraint.

But Chen Yuan was not a man of temperament after all. Seeing that the golden light protecting his soul was becoming increasingly weak, he calmed down, turned from offense to defense, and the middle-aged scholar regained control of his body.

He started fighting with the burly man and the white-haired old Taoist priest again, and drove the Zhuyan True Fire, making all the Nascent Soul cultivators lose their combat power and they could die at any time, becoming a panacea for him to restore his true essence.

Everyone thought he was cruel and heartless, but only Chen Yuan knew that the middle-aged scholar was just trying to restore his true energy.

The middle-aged scholar had not yet completely controlled Chen Yuan's body, and was unable to take out the elixir from the space inside Chen Yuan's body that he had opened up.

He could only swallow the baby to restore his true essence, and even draw some original essence from it to make up for the consumption of his spiritual power.

Only the demon pill was connected to the middle-aged scholar's mind. Relying on that mysterious connection, he took out the demon pill from the space inside Chen Yuan's body, borrowed the blood power in it, and controlled the Zhuyan True Fire.

Although Chen Yuan had Zhu Yan's bloodline in his body, he had already completely refined it. The middle-aged scholar could not activate it until he had complete control over his body.

When the middle-aged scholar was fighting with the white-haired Taoist priest and the burly man, Chen Yuan suppressed his anger and remained motionless under the protection of the golden light.

After the middle-aged scholar took over Chen Yuan's body, he was already half a human being. Even if he used the blood power in his own demon pill to control the Zhuyan True Fire, he could not do it as he wished and had to consume his soul and spirit power.

He also needs the power of his soul when he circulates his true energy. With the two combined, no matter how pure the power of his soul is, its consumption is enormous.

As long as the golden light does not go out, no matter how much spiritual power Chen Yuan consumes, he can regenerate as much.

After all, the middle-aged scholar is just a remnant soul, and his strength is only one hundredth of what it was before. Amid internal and external troubles, Chen Yuan is not without a chance to regain his body.

When the middle-aged scholar slaughtered the elders of the three sects and swallowed the infants to make pills, the power of his soul was actually being consumed sharply.

However, to Chen Yuan's surprise, the middle-aged scholar, who had just occupied his body, seemed to know a lot about human cultivators and performed a secret technique.

At the cost of consuming true energy and blood, the strength of his physical body increased dramatically, and was only a step away from being a demon cultivator at the level of a spirit cultivator. He was not inferior to the burly man possessed by a demon cultivator at the level of a spirit cultivator.

Coupled with the magical power of his immortal body, the middle-aged scholar was unexpectedly invincible in the fight. After a fierce battle, he was about to exhaust the spiritual power of the two gods and win a great victory.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but become anxious. If he allowed the middle-aged scholar to eliminate the external threat and completely control his body, even if his soul was protected by the golden light, it would not be able to escape the disaster in the end.

But at this moment, Wang Xuange arrived on horseback and asked the black-robed ancestor to possess his body and join the battle, and changes occurred.

Chen Yuan was overjoyed and immediately turned from defense to offense, sparing no effort in consuming the golden light, leaving the middle-aged scholar, whose spiritual power had been mostly consumed, with no time to distract himself.

Especially after the old man in black robe used his concentration to extinguish the Zhuyan True Fire in the spiritual space of Ye Guihong and Mo Wuchen, the middle-aged scholar could no longer restore his true essence and spiritual power by devouring his Nascent Soul. One point used up, one point less would be left.

Chen Yuan took the opportunity to regain control of half of his body, and took the initiative to fight with the burly man, thereby consuming the middle-aged scholar's remaining spiritual power.

The immortal body magical power is extremely special. Once it is used, it is equivalent to leaving an imprint of spiritual consciousness in the physical body.

From then on, as long as the physical body is damaged, it will recover immediately, which is equivalent to entering an extremely special state.

Unless the middle-aged scholar cuts off the connection with the demon pill, the immortal body's magical power will disappear.

After Chen Yuan took control of half of the body, he would certainly not give him such an opportunity.

Under the attack of the burly man, every time Chen Yuan's body was injured, he would use his immortal body magical power, and the middle-aged scholar's spiritual power would be consumed by one point.

Chen Yuan would also seize every opportunity to give up resistance and make his physical injuries even worse.

He was fighting for his life. If the old man in black robe was distracted and the white-haired Taoist ignored his request and attacked him together, he would be powerless to resist.

However, the golden light that protected Chen Yuan's soul had become as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely dim after being consumed repeatedly, and it could not last much longer.

Chen Yuan had no choice but to take a risk and try his luck.

Fortunately, the old man in black robe was distracted and did not kill him. He also stopped the white-haired Taoist priest, so he had a chance of survival.

Under attack from both inside and outside, the middle-aged scholar's soul finally couldn't hold on, and Chen Yuan regained control of his body.

But that thin layer of golden light was finally consumed. The last wisp of the middle-aged scholar's remaining soul was extremely pure. Chen Yuan was unable to destroy him for the time being, so he had to use the power of three kinds of true spirit bloodlines to trap him in his dantian.

However, he is like water without a source and can no longer stir up waves. One day, he will be completely consumed by the three kinds of true blood power.

Although the middle-aged scholar was a Lianxu Demon King during his lifetime, he only had Zhuyan blood in his body.

Chen Yuan refined three kinds of true spirit blood. Although his cultivation was low, in terms of bloodline, he was still better than the middle-aged scholar.

……

The middle-aged scholar stood up and smiled slightly: "I didn't know that you were carrying a rare treasure, practicing the immortal skills, and refining the blood of three kinds of true spirits. I underestimated you, please forgive me."

Chen Yuan carefully studied the middle-aged scholar, but could not see any shame on his face. He said coldly, "You are indeed the Refining Void Demon King. You failed to seize my body and your life was hanging by a thread, but you remained calm. I am ashamed of myself."

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "The monster race believes in the law of the jungle, and strength is everything. I am not as skilled as others, so I deserve this fate."

When Chen Yuan saw the middle-aged scholar's attitude, he was reminded of the yellow-haired old man from the Righteous Alliance on Tongtian Island who pretended to be calm and then changed sides.

He laughed sarcastically: "Your Excellency is not easily shocked by praise or criticism, but I wonder if you can still be as calm as you are today when this last ray of soul disappears."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "You worry too much, my friend. I should have died in the war 40,000 years ago."

"It is a blessing to be able to leave behind a trace of soul and linger in this world."

"Today, I was defeated by a gifted man like you. I am worthy of the name of the demon king. What else do I want?"

Chen Yuan said coldly: "Chen's talent is mediocre. He has been walking on thin ice all the way. He can't be considered a child of destiny."

The middle-aged scholar shook his head slightly: "Fellow Daoist has mastered the immortal skills and even possesses rare treasures. Even I cannot see through the details of the golden jade disc. Whether you have the talent or not is no longer important."

"From my observation of your bone age, you are only over 200 years old, but you have cultivated to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Your body is comparable to that of a high-level demon general. If you were in the human race of the upper realm, you would be one in ten thousand."

"Not to mention the three kinds of true spirit blood, which deserves the title of 'the pride of heaven'." Seeing him mention the 'upper realm', Chen Yuan's heart moved, and his expression eased. He asked: "Why are you so sure that Chen is practicing the 'immortal practice'?"

The middle-aged scholar said, "I have also seen a few human cultivators with true spirit blood."

"But for one person to refine three kinds of true spirit blood is something I have never heard of or seen before."

"Only the legendary and extremely mysterious immortal skills can have such an effect."

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly. He had long guessed that the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" he was practicing might not be passed down from the upper realm, but was the legendary immortal technique, but he had never been sure.

It was not until he heard it from the middle-aged scholar that he realized what a miraculous opportunity it was to obtain the mysterious jade beads, and what a powerful technique the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" was.

But he did not feel very happy in his heart, instead he felt deeply depressed.

Even the Demon King Lianxu had never heard of the technique that could refine the blood of three kinds of true spirits. If he really ascended to the upper realm one day, he would inevitably have to fight with others.

If someone were to find out his true identity and reveal that he possessed magical skills, wouldn't he be dead for sure?

Chen Yuan looked uncertain, lost in deep thought. The middle-aged scholar seemed to see what he was thinking and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist. I am just a demon king with limited knowledge."

"Moreover, among the human race, there are many cultivators who have mastered the power of the true spirit."

“Unless you take over your body like I did, you won’t know that you have refined three kinds of true spirit blood.”

Chen Yuan felt relieved, but his face was still as cold as ice. He said calmly, "Thanks to your gift, the path to ascending in this world has been cut off. Chen has not even seen the path to becoming a god, so he dare not hope to ascend to the spirit world."

The middle-aged scholar stopped smiling and said seriously, "With your cultivation and lifespan, becoming a spirit is a piece of cake. Although it is a little more difficult to ascend, it does not mean there is no hope."

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you talking about sneaking into the spirit world through the space channel?"

The middle-aged scholar was a little surprised: "Daoyou are well-informed. The space channel is indeed a way, but the risk is too great. Even if Daoyou achieves the state of incarnation, it is still a life-and-death situation."

"Moreover, the spatial channels leading to the upper realm are generated by chance and are extremely unstable."

"I don't know how much time it will take for you to find a space passage."

"If you are unlucky, it will take hundreds or thousands of years to achieve your goal."

Chen Yuan frowned and said, "Since smuggling is so difficult, are you kidding me?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, please be patient. My life and death are only a matter of seconds. How dare I tease you?"

"The naturally generated space channel is indeed extremely unstable and filled with space storms. Even a Void Refining cultivator would not dare to enter it easily."

"But if it is a man-made space channel, it is far more stable than a naturally generated space channel and can exist for thousands or even tens of thousands of years."

"As long as the Divine Transformation cultivators are well prepared, they will have at least a 50% chance of passing safely."

"I happen to know a passage leading to the upper realm. If you are willing to give me a chance to survive, I will tell you the location of this passage."

He had a smile on his face, looking very relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Yuan without blinking.

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he seemed quite interested. He asked, "The space passage that Daoyou mentioned, does it lead to the 'Demon Burning Realm' or the Spirit Realm?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled even more: "Of course it leads to the Burning Demon Realm. As for the spatial passage leading to the Spirit Realm, it may still exist, but I don't know."

Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with surprise: "More than 40,000 years have passed, and that space passage is still alive?"

The middle-aged scholar said solemnly, "To be honest, in order to open up that space channel, a demon saint personally took action. He even used a magical treasure that can reach the sky. It is extremely stable and will not be destroyed even in a hundred thousand years."

"Now that only 40,000 years have passed, of course it is intact."

"As long as you can prepare a body for me to possess, I will not only tell you the location of the passage, but I will also personally guide you. How do you think?"

Chen Yuan frowned: "Chen is a cultivator of the human race, how can I ascend to the demon world?"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head slightly: "Daoyou, you are wrong. If you stay in this world, even if you achieve the state of incarnation, you will eventually turn into dry bones in a grave."

"For ordinary human cultivators, ascending to the Demon Burning Realm is certainly not as good as ascending to the Spirit Realm."

“But fellow Daoist is a physical cultivator, and has refined three kinds of true spirit blood, so it is not difficult for him to disguise himself as a demon commander.”

"It's not impossible to return to the spirit world in the future, so why bother with this?"

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is there a spatial channel connecting the Burning Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "Since Daoyou knows about the ancient war, you should know about the cultivators of this world conquering the thirteen worlds."

"If the lower world is like this, how can the upper world be peaceful?"

A hint of curiosity flashed across Chen Yuan's eyes: "I wonder what the situation is like in the Burning Demon Realm, and which one is stronger than the Spirit Realm?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, but avoided answering: "As long as you prepare a body for me to take over, I will tell you everything about the upper world."

Chen Yuan frowned and hesitated: "This is a serious matter, please allow me to think about it."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed, and the smile on his face did not diminish: "This matter is not urgent, Taoist friend can weigh it carefully and make a decision later."

"But I only have one last wisp of soul left, and it is extremely fragile. I hope you can ask these three true spirit phantoms to stop."

"Otherwise, my soul will continue to be exhausted, and before you can think it through, it will disappear into thin air."

"The last glimmer of hope that you have to ascend to the higher realms is about to be destroyed."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, as if he had forgotten his murderous intention towards the middle-aged scholar. He said calmly, "Please stay here for now, Demon King. I will meet with you again after I make a decision."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it. The three true spirit shadows quieted down, but they still surrounded him. The lightning and sea of ​​fire remained the same, but they no longer attacked the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed, he clasped his fists and bowed, smiling and said: "Thank you for your mercy, fellow Taoist. I will wait for your good news."

Chen Yuan's Yuanying nodded slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had become clear and indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

The smile on the middle-aged scholar's face faded, and he no longer transformed into his original form. He took a deep look at the shadow of Zhu Yan, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. (End of this chapter)