Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The Demon Lord ignored Chen Yuan's attack, but Chen Yuan dared not to resist.

But in this way, the Demon Lord only attacked and did not defend, and soon gained the upper hand, and Chen Yuan was in a very embarrassed situation.

The black blade is as sharp as a crack in space. Every strike can leave scars on the armor condensed with demonic energy, and even pierce into the body of the Demon Lord.

But as long as the Demon Lord summons the demonic energy, his body and armor will be restored to their original state immediately.

Although each strike of the giant axe could not hurt Chen Yuan, it forced the Void Escape Robe to protect its master, and the amount of true energy consumed by Chen Yuan increased dramatically.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the once glorious Demon Lord has fallen from grace, with even his physical body destroyed, leaving only a remnant soul.

But after all, he is a demon lord who has survived for tens of thousands of years and a true ancient demon, far from being comparable to the cultivators in the lower realms.

The physical bodies of human cultivators are so weak that many of their magical powers cannot be used.

But this is in the deepest part of the demonic realm, and as long as the demonic energy is inexhaustible, he will not die.

He only needs to use this magical power, which is only basic for the ancient demon, to deal with these weak human Yuanying.

But what annoyed the Demon Lord was that although Chen Yuan was at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat.

Every five breaths, Chen Yuan would use the teleportation technique to flash to a place a hundred feet away. The Demon Lord would always wait for a moment, wait for Chen Yuan to appear, and then chase him.

And this moment of respite is enough for Chen Yuan to regroup.

The Demon Lord was unable to break the protection of the Void Escape Robe. The demonic energy could only make him less afraid of injuries, but it could not increase his strength.

The force of space flowed like water waves. The giant axe condensed from demonic energy seemed mighty, but it always failed in front of the soft silver-white light.

The two men engaged in fierce close combat, which was undoubtedly an extremely barbaric practice for a Nascent Soul cultivator who was accustomed to controlling weapons with his spiritual sense and taking people's heads from a hundred miles away.

But no one doubted that they could not withstand even a punch from Chen Yuan or an axe from the Demon Lord.

When Chen Yuan once again teleported to a place a hundred feet away, the Demon Lord did not chase him immediately. Instead, he used his blood claws to send demonic energy rushing in and repairing the broken giant axe.

He stared at Chen Yuan with his dark eyes: "I want to see how long you can hold on."

Chen Yuan said coldly: "Chen will accompany you to the end."

The Demon Lord sneered, and in a flash, he came to Chen Yuan's side and chopped him down with an axe.

Chen Yuan tensed his mind, raised his hand to block, made a gesture with his left hand, and moved Zhongxuanfeng above the two of them, then dropped down with a bang.

While Xuan Yuanzi was suppressing a crazy ninth-level monster, he was looking at Chen Yuan who was fighting with the Demon Lord. His eyes were very complicated, with worry and a hint of joy.

He saw that Chen Yuan, who was only in the early Nascent Soul stage, was able to contend with the Demon Lord, and was only slightly at a disadvantage, which made Xuan Yuanzi secretly happy.

Even a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul couldn't survive more than a single round under the bloody claws of the Demon Lord.

Chen Yuan's strength is almost comparable to that of a great monk.

With such a powerful person in charge, Lingyun Sect is bound to prosper.

But the prerequisite is that he can leave the Demon Realm alive.

……

The Demon Lord certainly didn't want Chen Yuan to leave the Demon Realm alive. He had already set his eyes on Chen Yuan's body.

But he still underestimated Chen Yuan.

Condensing demonic energy is the ancient demon's innate magical power. If he hadn't taken over Mo Daoyu's body and transformed his body into a human, he wouldn't even have consumed his true energy.

Even so, the Demon Lord's true energy consumption will not be too great.

He wanted to exhaust Chen Yuan to death. How strong could the true essence of a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage be?

But nearly half an hour passed, two more Nascent Soul cultivators died, and even more monsters died, but Chen Yuan was still alive and well.

His aura was also fading, but the speed was much slower than the Demon Lord had expected.

The Demon Lord devoured several Nascent Souls and only reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Now he is about to fall back to the lower realm. He has no time to refine the essence and true essence contained in the Nascent Soul and use it for himself. It is like water without a source.
Even though Mo Daoyu is a demon cultivator, he is also a human being who relies on spiritual energy. He is fundamentally different from the ancient demons. No matter how strong the demonic energy is, he cannot replenish his true essence.

Only by infusing the original demonic energy and transforming this body into the body of an ancient demon would he not have to devour the Nascent Soul.

But the Demon Lord already has a better goal, he wants to take over Chen Yuan's body.

He will not waste his precious demonic energy on this body.

But now, he can't waste time with Chen Yuan any longer.

Half an hour later, Long Pokong, Yan Zhang and others had already suppressed the level ten monster in front of them and could win at any time.

Only Gu Zu and Chu Xiao were evenly matched, and even Sect Master Wei, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, had gained the upper hand.

Monsters are monsters after all. Even if they are under the control of the Demon Lord and have the most basic intelligence and are infused with demonic energy, greatly increasing their strength, they are still no match for the weakened great monk.

At this moment, the Demon Lord missed the invincible demon army under his command very much.

But unfortunately, they were destroyed in the great war tens of thousands of years ago.

When Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique again and escaped a hundred feet away, the Demon Lord suddenly stopped and stopped chasing him.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, seeming very surprised.

The Demon Lord ignored him and appeared in front of an early Nascent Soul cultivator in a flash. He stretched out his bloody claws, pierced into his Dantian, and took out a three-inch Nascent Soul.

Yuanying's little face was full of fear. Everyone had become accustomed to the fights between Chen Yuan and the Demon Lord and had completely forgotten that this was a murderous monster.

"Demon Lord, spare my life!"

Amid the Nascent Soul's shrill cries, the Demon Lord put a cold face on his face, stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

His aura, which was about to fall, immediately stabilized.

The Demon Lord looked up at Chen Yuan, grinned grimly, and teleported to another Nascent Soul cultivator, took out his Nascent Soul, and swallowed it.

He knew that he couldn't do anything to Chen Yuan now.

But he had locked up this world, and Chen Yuan could not escape.

He needs to improve his realm first and then catch the turtle in the jar.

Everyone was terrified, but they didn't dare to run away.

The monsters were still watching them closely, and if they dared to turn around and run away, they would be killed on the spot.

Seeing their former familiar fellow practitioners’ Nascent Souls being taken out and swallowed in one gulp made everyone shudder, even the great monks were terrified.

The Demon Lord devoured the Nascent Soul without pausing for a moment, and there was no discomfort on his face. Instead, he felt comfortable, just like when they were sitting and discussing Taoism, drinking a cup of spiritual tea, and eating a spiritual fruit.

For the first time, they realized that the Nascent Soul that they had cultivated for hundreds of years to form was just a kind of food in the eyes of others, and a delicious food at that.

Chen Yuan looked very unhappy, but he felt relieved in his heart.

He has already held the Demon Lord back for half an hour, and several great monks will be able to free themselves soon.

Now it is the turn of these monks to delay at the cost of their lives.

But after the Demon Lord swallowed four Nascent Souls in a row, he suddenly turned his head, looked at Xuan Yuanzi, smiled coldly, and disappeared on the spot.

Chen Yuan sensed the subtle fluctuations in space, his expression changed, and he shouted loudly: "Master, be careful!"

Xuan Yuanzi subconsciously took out a pen holder and placed it in front of him.

boom!
The next moment, the Demon Lord's bloody claws scratched the pen holder, leaving five deep scars.

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and flew over here. Xuan Yuanzi said urgently: "Don't save me. Elder Chen, please revive Lingyun Sect after my death. I will die without regrets!" (End of this chapter)