Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Xuan Yuanzi retreated violently, pointed his finger, and raised a whisk on his head. Thousands of white silk threads flew out like rain and cotton wool, wrapping around the neck of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord sneered: "You are so courageous, your Nascent Soul should taste very good."

He swung his bloody claws again, cutting off the pen holder, and the giant axe fell down, cutting off all the threads of the whisk.

This whisk and pen holder are both high-level magic weapons that have been passed down in the Lingyun Sect for thousands of years, but they are far inferior to Chen Yuan's Dunkong robes and Chongxuan Peak.

Donghua Continent is too barren. The Chongxuan Stone and Cangming Stone used to refine Chongxuan Peak and Dunkong Robe are top-grade spiritual materials that are more precious than Youlan Water, Jiuqu Yellow Sand, and Liuguang Fire. They have been extinct in Donghua Continent for tens of thousands of years.

After hearing Xuan Yuanzi's roar, Chen Yuan's escape speed became even faster.

If Xuan Yuanzi begged him to help, he might have hesitated.

But Xuan Yuanzi's determination made Chen Yuan no longer hesitate.

When a man is about to die, his words are good. At the critical moment of life and death, Xuan Yuanzi entrusted Lingyun Sect to him, which shows his sincerity.

After rescuing him, Chen Yuan no longer had to worry about Xuan Yuanzi fighting with him. Instead, he had an extra helper in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

At the same time, Master He, who was fighting with the monster, forced his opponent to retreat and flew over here: "Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, I'm here to help you!"

Everyone was shocked. Master He was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, yet he dared to challenge the Demon Lord. He really didn't know how to live or die.

Only those who knew the friendship between Master He and Xuan Yuanzi sighed secretly.

The Demon Lord was also quite surprised. He turned his head and glanced at Master He: "Don't worry, you'll be the next one."

After saying that, he flashed to Xuan Yuanzi's side and chopped him down with an axe!
Xuan Yuanzi's face changed drastically, the magic spells in his hands changed continuously, and his whisk met the giant axe. The clouds around him surged and condensed into a wall of clouds, which looked very similar to the protective formation outside the mountain gate of Lingyun Sect.

The thousand-foot-high wall of clouds that reaches from sky to earth was originally derived from the magical powers passed down by the Lingyun Sect.

The whisk was still stronger than the pen holder. The giant axe slashed through it, leaving a deep crack. It almost broke in the middle, but it did not break completely. Its spiritual light became dim.

The seemingly soft wall of cloud actually blocked the attack of the giant axe. The clouds turned into ropes and wrapped around the wide axe blade of the giant axe. Under the erosion of the lingering demonic energy, it made a hissing sound, but it still rushed forward one after another.

Xuan Yuanzi has been immersed in this magical power for a long time. When it comes to defense, he is the best in Qi State and is also well-known in the entire Donghua Continent.

But the magical power he displayed was completely different from the Demon Lord's swing of his axe.

Just as Xuan Yuanzi was about to condense a second cloud wall, the giant axe fell down, splitting the cloud wall in half and landing above Xuan Yuanzi's head.

This is the biggest difference between Dharma practitioners and physical practitioners. Dharma practitioners need to circulate their true energy everywhere when they want to display their supernatural powers and control magic weapons.

The physical cultivators, relying on their strong physique, can move at will, and their attacks are like the tide, like a violent storm.

Xuan Yuanzi smiled bitterly, put down his hands, and gave up resisting.

He still had some tricks up his sleeve, but he was no match for the Demon Lord, so he simply stopped wasting time.

Anyway, Lingyun Sect has a successor, so he no longer has any worries.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Yuanzi, raised his arms and blocked the axe.

Six breaths had passed since he last used the teleportation technique.

Xuan Yuanzi was stunned for a moment, then he said urgently: "Elder Chen, retreat quickly!"

The Demon Lord laughed grimly: "Just in time!"

He held the giant axe in his right bloody claw and chopped it down heavily. He waved his left bloody claw and a wisp of demonic energy flew out from the giant pillar of demonic energy.

At first glance, this demonic energy seemed ordinary and no different from other demonic energy.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover that this shade of black is extremely pure and deep, as if staring into an abyss.

The demonic energy condensed into a short black thorn, exactly the same as the short black thorn that Gu Zu used to sneak attack Daoxuan.

The Demon Lord pointed his bloody claws again, and the short spikes suddenly flew out, leaving a series of afterimages and shooting towards Chen Yuan.

This short thorn is condensed from the original demonic energy, a power that only high-level ancient demons can control. Although it is only a tiny strand, it is enough to severely damage any cultivator below the level of God Transformation.

The Demon Lord suddenly attacked Xuan Yuanzi in order to force Chen Yuan to rescue him.

He was willing to consume his precious demonic energy to kill Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank. Daoxuan was still dying from this inconspicuous black thorn. How could he dare to block it?

He circulated his true energy frantically, and Chongxuanfeng moved back to block in front of him. The silver-white light of his flying robes flowed, and he did not dare to be careless at all.

The Demon Lord suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a strange syllable. The black short spike turned from virtual to real and went straight through the Chongxuan Peak. Then it turned from virtual to real again and was only a few feet away from Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan's face changed and he tried to retreat, but the Demon Lord swung his giant axe and pinned him in place, unable to move.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and he summoned the Fu Hai Spear and rushed forward, but was easily pierced by the black short spike, and a trace of the original demonic energy seeped in.

This intermediate-level magic weapon that had accompanied Chen Yuan for decades was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The black short spike only paused for a moment, a barely perceptible moment.

Chen Yuan had no other options but to madly circulate his true energy and pour it into his Void Escape Robe.

The rich force of space gathered together, and the soft silver-white light seemed a little dazzling at this moment.

The Void Escape Robe is not actually a magical defensive weapon, but now, Chen Yuan can only rely on it.

The black short thorn came in front of Chen Yuan, but at this moment, a three-inch Yuanying suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yuan.

The black spike shot into the Nascent Soul's body and finally stopped. The next moment, the black spike suddenly disintegrated, and the wisp of original demonic energy spread out like a greedy snake, quickly dyeing the Nascent Soul black.

Only the pure energy contained in the Nascent Soul can block the original evil energy.

The Nascent Soul slowly turned its head, revealing Xuan Yuanzi's old face.

At this moment, the face and body have turned black, looking eerie and strange, but with a kind smile.

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank: "Master!"

Xuan Yuanzi took a deep look at Master He, then looked at Chen Yuan and murmured, "I hope Elder Chen can revive Lingyun..."

Before he finished speaking, the last bit of green in his Nascent Soul was swallowed up by the thick black color and dissipated, transforming into wisps of black demonic energy that merged into this world.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan!" The sad voice of Master He came from afar.

The demon lord's face darkened: "How dare you, old man, ruin my good deeds!"

He swung the huge axe in his hand down heavily. Chen Yuan was distracted and slowed down a little. He failed to block it and flew backwards.

The dark light on Chen Yuan's right arm shattered, leaving a shallow scar on his robe.

But Chen Yuan didn't care. He flew over Xuan Yuanzi's body. Xuan Yuanzi's face had frozen, but he still maintained the posture of raising his hands and making hand gestures. In his slightly turbid eyes, there was a sense of determination and a hint of relief.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and collected Xuan Yuanzi's body. The mustard seed ring he left behind was also put into his arms.

The Demon Lord flashed and chased after him again. Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported a hundred feet away, avoiding the attack.

The Demon Lord frowned and was about to chase after him, but suddenly stopped, and in a flash, he teleported to the side of Master He.

"You want to save that old man? I'll send you down right now to keep him company!"

The Demon Lord stretched out his bloody claws, pierced into Master He’s Dantian, took out his Nascent Soul, and swallowed it in one gulp.

There was still shock and sadness on Master He's face, and he didn't even have time to resist.

His strength is really not that strong, otherwise he would not have stayed in the mountain gate all the time.

But he was very lucky. So many Yuanying monks had died, but he had survived until now under the care of his fellow elders.

He was not smart enough to dare to provoke the Demon Lord.

But he has no regrets.

……

The Demon Lord casually threw Master He's body to the monster beside him.

His dark eyes swept across several great monks, then glanced at Chen Yuan and said coldly: "I'll let you enjoy yourself for a while!"

After saying that, he turned and flew towards a Nascent Soul cultivator, ignoring Chen Yuan.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhang immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop this beast!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator also said in a hurry: "Daoyou Chen, help me!"

Chen Yuan's face darkened. He looked at Yan Zhang deeply, then looked around, and his gaze finally fell on the Demon Lord.

Yan Zhang has already beaten the two monsters in front of him until they are covered with wounds. Sect Master Hong and Long Pokong have also gained the upper hand. The flying silver zombie is showing off its power, and the Nine Dragon Magic Seal is dancing, suppressing the opponents firmly.

But the monster was fearless and didn't know what retreat meant, so it was still difficult to defeat it for a while.

Chu Xiao was firmly restrained by Gu Zu and could not be distracted.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators are already in danger.

The Demon Lord has killed more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators. The demons are outnumbered and naturally have the advantage.

If it weren't for the fact that the Lonely Soul Sect's Master Gu, the Joyful Sect's Fairy Chaolu, and the Zhiyuan Sect's Master Li were not holding the sect's inherited magic weapons and their cultivation had reached the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage, they would have probably been defeated if they had not resisted with all their might.

If the situation cannot be reversed and the Demon Lord is allowed to slaughter Nascent Soul cultivators at will, even if several great cultivators win, in the end they will not be a match for the Demon Lord whose cultivation has greatly increased.

But after hearing the Nascent Soul cultivator's cry for help, Chen Yuan did not lend a helping hand. Instead, he watched helplessly as the Demon Lord took out his Nascent Soul and his body was chewed up and swallowed by the monster.

Yan Zhang frowned: "Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you mean?"

The dead Nascent Soul cultivator was an elder of the Yin Hai Sect. Sect Master Hong was stunned: "Fellow Daoist Chen, the outcome now depends on you. This beast is determined to kill you. Why are you standing by and watching?"

Long Pokong, Sect Master Wei and Chu Xiao were also confused. The situation had come to this point, but Chen Yuan was not fighting desperately. Did he still think he could stay out of it?
Chen Yuan said calmly: "I will help you fellow Taoists out of this predicament."

He flapped his wings and flew towards Xiao Lingzi in the distance, shouting: "Daoist Xiao Lingzi, I'm here to help you!"

Chen Yuan was extremely fast. Within a few breaths, he arrived beside Xiao Lingzi and rushed towards the two monsters in front of him, with the Zhuyan True Fire rising in his hands.

When he rushed to within ten feet of the two monsters, Zhu Yan's true fire also poured into the monsters' soul space.

The two monsters suddenly paused, then howled miserably, two red spots flickered in their eyes, and they turned around and fled into the distance.

Xiao Lingzi was startled and wanted to chase after him, but his speed was not as fast as Chen Yuan.

He caught up with the two monsters, punched like a knife, cut off the necks of the two monsters, put away the magic core, and flew towards Taoist Du Qing and Taoist Du Kun who joined forces to fight the enemy.

He also turned around and reminded Xiao Lingzi: "Fellow Daoist, please be careful and don't stay too far away from me."

Xiao Lingzi's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this. (End of this chapter)