Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "While this person's soul has not yet dissipated, fellow Daoist, seize his body as soon as possible. I will protect you."

Tian You bowed deeply: "Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

He turned around and his nascent soul entered Tang Wujiu's body.

It is best for cultivators to possess the bodies of living people, taking over their bodies, thus minimizing the separation from the physical body.

If Tang Wujiu dies, and Tian You then possesses his body, it would be like a soul returning to its body, which would hinder his future cultivation.

Tang Wujiu's soul was reduced to a wisp, while Tian You's soul had been nurtured for decades and had long since returned to its peak, so he quickly succeeded in possessing the body.

However, Tang Wujiu's soul space was ravaged by the Zhu Yan True Fire, and his soul power was completely exhausted.

Tian You spent another day recuperating and took a few pills before he finally recovered.

The two parted ways; Tian You went off to hunt magical beasts, while Chen Yuan flew deep into the Demon Plains.

He wasn't worried that Tian You was being hypocritical and would return to the Jiuli Sect after leaving Jueling Island.

Ye Guihong already knew that Tian You had been captured by him, and told Chen Yuan everything about the Yuling Sect's secret realm without hiding anything.

The grand plan of the Jiuli Sect for ten thousand years came to fruition because of this, and even if Tian You wanted to return to the Jiuli Sect, Ye Guihong would never let him off the hook.

Moreover, Tian You has been staying in the Soul-Hiding Bowl all these years and knows nothing about Chen Yuan's affairs.

Even if he is loyal to the Jiuli Sect and is willing to risk his life to return to the sect, it will not affect Chen Yuan.

He helped Tian You possess the body, simply to keep his promise.

If Tian You were to seek his own death, he would show no mercy.

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Following the guidance of the green-robed array spirit, Chen Yuan flew deeper into the Demon Plains. The demonic energy grew increasingly dense, and the demonic beasts he encountered became stronger and stronger.

But in front of Chen Yuan, these magical beasts were like ants. Several of them were level eight magical beasts, which Chen Yuan killed with a flick of his wrist.

On the contrary, dividing monster materials and collecting magic cores takes a lot of time.

These magic cores were useless to Chen Yuan, but Jing Shuhan cultivated demonic techniques, so the magic cores and magical beast materials were rare treasures to her.

Before entering the deepest part of the Demon Plains, Chen Yuan encountered two level-nine magical beasts, which he killed effortlessly.

The magical beasts in the Demon Realm generally have low intelligence, merely resembling other ferocious beasts of the same level, relying on their powerful magical beast bodies and innate supernatural abilities to fight.

However, they were no match for Chen Yuan, whose physical body was comparable to that of a level ten demon king.

Chen Yuan didn't even need to use any magic weapons or activate his true spirit blood; he could completely crush him with just his physical strength.

Seven days later, Chen Yuan finally arrived at the deepest part of the Demon Plains.

The demonic energy here is the most concentrated, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, and one can only see up to ten feet away.

When Chen Yuan arrived at the scene, not far away, a level seven demonic wolf with bloodshot eyes was chasing a level six demonic bear, one after the other, as they rushed into the demonic mist.

Chen Yuan did not deliberately conceal his aura, nor did he reveal any pressure. Neither of the two demonic beasts noticed his presence.

They had only run a few miles when suddenly they let out a shrill scream, their bodies bursting apart abruptly, stirring up billowing demonic energy that swirled and circulated within their remains.

A moment later, the flesh and magic cores of the two demonic beasts dissolved into the demonic mist, and everything returned to calm.

Chen Yuan frowned. This was because the demonic energy was too pure, even low-level demonic beasts couldn't withstand it.

The magical beasts that can survive in this demonic energy are at least level eight or higher.

Chen Yuan flew into the demonic energy, and all the demonic beasts that could be seen along the way vanished without a trace.

He flew for over three hundred miles without seeing a single living creature.

Chen Yuan remained calm and flew for another two hundred miles before a dilapidated altar came into view.

Like the thirty-six other altars scattered throughout the Demon Plains, this altar was built of white boulders, but it was only a few feet high.

A smooth cut remained at an angle on the altar base, surrounded by scattered broken white boulders.

On the surface of some of the boulders, the grooves and lines of teleportation arrays can still be faintly seen.

The altar was hollow in the middle, with a well about ten feet in size from which billowing demonic energy rose, as black as ink. Compared to it, the surrounding demonic mist appeared somewhat pale in color.

Chen Yuan recognized it at a glance; this demonic energy was extremely similar to the true demonic energy he had seen in the Demon Realm, only much weaker.

But the true demonic energy here is inexhaustible, far surpassing that of the Demon Realm. It surges out of the well in the shape of a pillar of smoke, rising thousands of feet before slowly dissipating and merging into the demonic mist.

Chen Yuan flew past the dilapidated altar and continued flying forward. After flying for another three hundred miles, he finally slowed down his escape speed.

A second altar appeared ahead, emanating billowing demonic energy. It was not as large as the previous altar, but it was much purer.

Beside the altar lay a lion, as large as a small mountain, with a black mane, a black tail, and even black paws.

At this moment, it was lying beside the altar, its eyes slightly closed, revealing only a little crimson light, its breathing like thunder, and wisps of pure demonic energy entering its nostrils.

The black giant lion's aura was restrained, but it could not escape Chen Yuan's divine sense; it was clearly a level ten magical beast.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, flipped his hand and took out the Purple Kui Thunder Drum, tossed it forward, and it shrank to about a foot in size, hovering in front of him.

Pale blue lightning patterns shimmered, and the thunder drum emitted purple arcs of electricity, crackling loudly.

Wherever the purple arc of electricity struck, large swaths of demonic energy were annihilated, drawing in the surrounding demonic energy to replenish it, causing it to surge, churn, and vibrate incessantly.

The black lion's breathing suddenly stopped, and it opened its scarlet eyes, standing up. It stared at Chen Yuan, its scarlet eyes flashing with a ferocious light.

"Intruders, die..."

A deep, thunderous sound came from the mouth of the black giant lion, but before it finished speaking, a dark brown drumstick appeared in Chen Yuan's hand, and he struck the thunder drum heavily.

Boom!

The black skin of the Purple Kui Thunder bulged violently, and a deafening roar resounded, like a muffled thunderclap, completely drowning out the voice of the black giant lion.

The black lion trembled as if it had been frightened.

At the same time, a bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, about the thickness of a water bucket, twisting and turning like a dragon or snake, and in an instant, it arrived on the top of the black giant lion's head.

The black lion's scarlet eyes widened in terror as it raised its massive paw and swung it down hard.

Three enormous, jet-black claw marks appeared out of thin air, each several meters long, seemingly attempting to slice the purple lightning in two.

But the claw marks dissipated on their own as soon as they touched the lightning, offering no resistance whatsoever, while the purple lightning only dimmed slightly.

The black giant lion tried to escape, but it was too late. Purple lightning struck it, exploding and leaving a wound over ten feet in size, deep enough to expose bone, with flesh charred black.

The black lion's aura suddenly weakened, and it let out a mournful roar, its voice filled with pain.

It opened its mouth wide and inhaled forcefully, causing the surrounding demonic energy to surge in and rush towards the wound.

However, wisps of deep purple electric arcs remained around the wound. When the demonic energy touched them, it vanished instantly, like snow melting in the warm sun.

The black giant lion could only absorb more demonic energy, but the deep purple electric arcs were like a persistent ailment, extremely stubborn. It took dozens of strands of demonic energy to completely dissipate a single arc of electricity.

The wounds on the black lion's body could not be healed.

Chen Yuan sneered. Thunder Dao divine power is the most effective against demonic evil spirits. How could it be so easy to get rid of them?
He gripped the drumsticks tightly, channeled his inner energy, and struck the Purple Kui Thunder Drum heavily once more.

Boom!

A thunderous roar resounded, and an even thicker bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, moving even faster than before, striking the black giant lion in the blink of an eye.

The black giant lion let out a miserable howl, and another wound several meters long burst open, the flesh charred black, and its aura weakened even further.

Its crimson eyes were filled with terror, and its aura as a level ten magical beast vanished. It turned and fled into the depths of the Demon Plains.

Chen Yuan's true essence surged forth, and he struck the thunder drum heavily with his drumsticks. Thunder rumbled, and a bolt of purple lightning, much thicker than before, fell and struck the black giant lion.

The lightning struck extremely fast, but the black giant lion had already been struck twice and was on guard. It opened its mouth and spat out a black beam of light, which was entirely condensed from demonic energy, and shot it toward the purple lightning.

The purple lightning collided with the black pillar of light with a deafening roar, cleaving the black pillar of light in two, though slightly shrinking it. The lightning struck the back of the giant black lion, creating a wound several meters in size.

The black giant lion, which was fleeing for its life, stumbled and fell to the ground, smashing a huge crater into the hard, iron-like wasteland and kicking up clouds of dust.

Chen Yuan flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept up the dust, revealing the body of the giant black lion.

Its aura plummeted, its scarlet eyes filled with terror, and it struggled to its feet, limping as it fled into the depths of the Demon Plains.

Chen Yuan circulated his true energy and suddenly exerted his strength, continuously striking the Purple Kui Thunder Drum.

The sound of thunder echoed, and several bolts of purple lightning struck down. The heavily injured black lion was unable to dodge and was struck by lightning several times in succession, leaving it on the verge of death.

Chen Yuan flipped his hand and took out the Purple Void Sword. With a flash of light, the sword severed the neck of the black giant lion, ending its life.

As it lay dying, a hint of relief appeared in the black lion's scarlet eyes.

Chen Yuan looked at the Purple Kui Thunder Drum in front of him, feeling the faint thoughts emanating from it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As expected of a top-tier lightning-based magic weapon, its power is extraordinary. Even a level ten magical beast with a strong body cannot withstand the continuous bombardment of heavenly lightning.

Unfortunately, the spiritual material used for the drumsticks was only top-grade lightning-struck wood.

Each time you strike the Purple Kui Thunder Drum with all your might, you need to pause for ten breaths, during which time you can only strike it with normal force.

Otherwise, the drumsticks would break apart under the enormous force of the vibration.

Chen Yuan had just struck the Thunder Drum with normal force, and only on the third strike did he use his full strength. With just one bolt of purple lightning, he severely injured the black giant lion.

However, he was already quite satisfied. The greatest use of the Purple Kui Thunder Drum was as a vessel for casting the Heavenly Thunder Technique after he activated the Kui Bull's true blood.

The Heavenly Thunder Technique already possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. If it were to be supported by a top-tier thunder magic treasure, what kind of power would it display?
Chen Yuan smiled slightly, put away the Thunder Drumsticks, threw out the Purple Void Sword, took out the demonic core from the black giant lion's body, cut off all its fur and four sharp claws, and put them into the Mustard Seed Ring.

He rode his escape light and prepared to continue deeper into the demonic energy.

Just then, Chen Yuan caught a glimpse of the dilapidated altar out of the corner of his eye and saw an extremely faint flash of light.

A thought struck him, and he turned around and went to the altar, where he descended in a flash of light.

Where the black giant lion lay, there were four mustard seed rings and several other items, but their spiritual light was extremely dim and they were very difficult to detect under the cover of demonic energy.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and swept them all into his grasp.

Chen Yuan easily erased the divine sense imprint in the mustard seed ring. He probed into it with his divine sense and found many spiritual materials and treasures inside, but they were only suitable for demonic cultivators.

Only Nascent Soul cultivators from the demonic path would enter this place.

But they were unlucky and encountered a black giant lion, ending up with no remains, and all their treasures were collected by the black giant lion.

Chen Yuan shook his head, put away the Mustard Seed Ring and several other treasures, and with a flash of light, his figure disappeared into the dark mist.

The pure demonic energy emanating from the altar remained unchanged. Without the black lion's breath, it dispersed, gradually purifying within a hundred-mile radius, awaiting the next visitor. (End of Chapter)