Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The sudden appearance of white flames and the pain of his soul being burned surprised the Demon Lord extremely. The four words that came out of his mouth also startled Chen Yuan.

But this did not slow down his punch by even a second. Wrapped in a deep, pitch-black light, the innate magical power called "Black Blade" by the Kunyu clan left a deep crack on the ferocious armor that the Demon Lord had just condensed. The edge was as smooth as a mirror and almost touched the Demon Lord's body.

The ferocious spikes on the armor were not just for decoration. The demonic energy condensed into the armor had turned into something else. Even the black blade could not completely cut it off. It even pierced through the thin layer of black light. The Void Escape Robe emitted a silver-white light and was able to block it.

This is a high-level magic weapon that automatically protects its owner, but it is different from other high-level magic weapons.

There was no change in other parts of the Dunkong robe, only the long sleeves on the right arm shone brightly. The vague spirituality in this magic weapon seemed to know that only Chen Yuan's arm was threatened.

Usually only top-level magical weapons have this vague spirituality.

Chen Yuan threw another punch, landing precisely on the crack caused by the first punch.

The sharp black blade finally cut through the demonic armor and then cut through the body of the Demon Lord.

The enormous force caused the Demon Lord to fly backwards and even lose control of his body.

Chen Yuan rushed forward without any pause in his attack. His fists filled the air. The Demon Lord was in such a state of disgrace that he almost turned into a sandbag.

He was only stagnant for a moment because of the Zhuyan True Fire, and then he fell into a complete disadvantage.

This is not because Chen Yuan’s strength is enough to crush him, and the black blade cannot completely cut the demonic armor into pieces.

When the Demon Lord was at his prime, the weakest opponent was ten times stronger than Chen Yuan. Even if Chen Yuan was a demon cultivator with a body strong enough to shatter a mountain with a single punch, the Demon Lord still had a way to deal with him.

In this demonic realm, he is immortal.

However, the Zhuyan True Fire attached to his soul made the Demon Lord panic for the first time. He didn't even bother to resist Chen Yuan's attack. He just gathered the power of his soul and rushed over from all directions.

Under the enormous spiritual power of the Demon Lord, that cluster of white flames was like a sampan in huge waves, which could fall apart at any time.

Under the pressure of the soul power, the white flame became dying, but still burned tenaciously, devouring the soul of the Demon Lord bit by bit.

The pain coming from the soul was weakened a hundred times and was almost negligible.

The Demon Lord felt relieved, and his soul returned to his body.

This was not the Zhuyan True Fire that he remembered.

At this time, the ferocious armor was already badly damaged, and the spikes were broken into pieces.

The black blade cut through the demonic armor and pierced into the body of the Demon Lord, leaving several deep scars that could be seen to the bone.

The Demon Lord was pushed back several hundred feet by Chen Yuan's brute force with one punch after another, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The Nascent Soul cultivators and monsters along the way all avoided him and made way for an open passage.

Everyone was stunned. Is this still the Demon Lord who killed Nascent Soul cultivators like killing chickens?
After the Demon Lord's consciousness returned, he saw this scene and a long-lost feeling of shame and anger surged up in his heart. He had already forgotten how long it had been since he had been so embarrassed.

He opened his mouth and uttered a strange syllable, and demonic energy surged towards him, just like soldiers on the battlefield who saw the king's banner and rushed towards him regardless of their own safety.

The Demon Lord's scarred body and damaged armor were restored to their original state in an instant.

He suddenly raised his right arm to block Chen Yuan's next punch. His retreating body finally stopped. The bloody claw on his left hand suddenly grew several times larger and grabbed Chen Yuan's upper body fiercely.

The blood claws came whistling, so huge that they looked a little deformed, and when they were fully closed, they could even hold Chen Yuan in them. Chen Yuan did not resist, but flapped his wings behind him, and his figure flashed, retreating a hundred feet away, and the blood claws missed.

The Demon Lord frowned. He had clearly locked down this world. It would have been fine if Chen Yuan could perform the teleportation technique, but he couldn't even grasp Chen Yuan's teleportation trajectory.

He put down his left hand, and the blood claw returned to its original shape. The remaining demonic energy condensed into a giant axe. The axe blade was larger than a person, but the Demon Lord held the axe handle with light movements, as if he was picking up a branch.

But Chen Yuan clearly sensed that the powerful aura emitted by the Demon Lord suddenly weakened a little.

He was moved. It seemed that this method of condensing demonic energy was not without consumption.

The Demon Lord looked Chen Yuan up and down and said slowly: "So you are the descendant of Commander Yuan. No wonder your body is so strong. But your Zhuyan True Fire is still a little weak, which caused me to be alarmed."

"That's right. After tens of thousands of years, even the purest bloodline will inevitably become much thinner."

"But this teleportation technique and the pitch-black blade seem like the methods of the Kunyu clan..."

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank. Apart from the mysterious old man in black robe whom he met in the abyss, this was the second time someone had revealed the origin of his magical powers.

When everyone heard this, they were half confused and half shocked.

There is no Kunyu clan in Donghua Continent, and they obviously have never heard of Zhuyan True Fire.

But they all know Zhu Yan's true spirit.

Even in the midst of a fierce battle with monsters, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Yuan. Several great monks, Daoxuan and Gu Zu, were even more shocked and confused.

Chen Yuan suddenly said coldly: "My last name is Chen, and my ancestors were also surnamed Chen. I don't know anything about being a descendant of Commander Yuan. Please don't talk nonsense!"

He was very curious about the "Commander Yuan" mentioned by the Demon Lord, and also wanted to use this to delay time, waiting for several great monks to kill the tenth-level monsters and then come to help.

The Demon Lord didn't seem to be in a hurry either. He just looked at Chen Yuan carefully.

His dark eyes were deep and gloomy, but Chen Yuan could feel that there was a kind of curiosity and amusement in them, which was the interest that a hunter would have when he saw the best prey.

The Demon Lord suddenly smiled: "You naturally don't know about the old events tens of thousands of years ago, but there is no doubt that you have Zhuyan blood in your body. Otherwise, how can you use Zhuyan's true fire?"

"This is my chance. I have taken over your body. After returning to the demon world, I may be able to get a glimpse of the way to fusion... Prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot, appeared in front of Chen Yuan, and chopped him down with an axe!
The axe undoubtedly missed. When the Demon Lord teleported, Chen Yuan sensed the fluctuation of space and used the teleportation technique to flash to a hundred feet away, avoiding the attack.

But the Demon Lord did not stop, and teleported in front of Chen Yuan again, and the giant axe fell with a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan was unable to use the teleportation technique again within three breaths and could only raise his hand to block.

puff!
The giant axe hit Chen Yuan's right arm covered with dark light. As if hit by a piece of rotten leather, Chen Yuan's body sank heavily and he was obviously at a disadvantage, but he still blocked the axe.

After the Demon Lord took over Mo Daoyu's body and devoured Xiao Mingyuan, his physical body was only comparable to that of a ninth-level monster, and was on par with Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan immediately fought back. He blocked the giant axe with his right arm and slashed at the Demon Lord with his left hand like a knife.

The Demon Lord ignored it and let the black blade cut through his armor and body, and the giant axe chopped towards Chen Yuan again. (End of this chapter)