Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

On the other side, the Demon Lord had already found another Nascent Soul cultivator, took out the man's Nascent Soul, and swallowed it into his mouth.

He had been paying attention to Chen Yuan's actions. When Sect Leader Shen came to Sect Leader Wei, he just noticed it, but it was too late.

The Demon Lord's face darkened and he instantly teleported to Xiang Ji's side. The giant axe fell down, forcing him into a desperate situation.

He did not go looking for trouble with Sect Leader Shen, otherwise he would have to confront Sect Leader Wei.

The cultivation level of this physical body is too low, and many magical powers cannot be used. The Demon Lord is not sure that he can defeat the great cultivator.

Because of this, not only did he not cause trouble for the great monk, he also did not provoke the leaders of the Lonely Soul Sect, the Joyous Union Sect, and the Zhiyuan Sect.

Sect Leader Shen summoned his flying sword, and Sect Leader Wei became more at ease, but he was still some distance away from killing this level ten monster.

The Demon Lord took the opportunity to kill all the Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators except the three sect leaders and Sect Master Shen, and also slaughtered other Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators. His aura became more and more powerful, and he quickly approached the great cultivator.

Chen Yuan was not idle either. More than ten level eight monsters and three or four level nine monsters died at his hands, and he also saved many Nascent Soul cultivators.

The two of them moved back and forth freely, and no one could stop them. In just half an hour, six or seven out of ten demon monks in the field were killed.

Chen Yuan killed at least thirty level eight monsters and eight or nine level nine monsters, and harvested a large number of magic cores.

The aura emitted by the Demon Lord was only one step away from the great cultivator. All the surviving Nascent Soul cultivators felt in danger.

Most of the people Chen Yuan knew had died.

Xiang Ji, Song Ming, and Lu Hong all died, and Ling Mo, the leader of Wanshou Mountain, also could not escape the disaster.

There are only three Nascent Soul cultivators left in Qi State: Chen Yuan, Master Shen and Bai Yanji.

The Demon Lord once attacked Young Master Tang Jiu, but he used his wind escape technique and a feather of a ninth-level wind phoenix to escape a thousand feet away, and actually avoided the Demon Lord's attack and survived.

The ninth-level wind phoenix feather turned into ashes.

Chen Yuan ignored this. The Demon Lord hesitated for a moment and did not chase after Master Tang Jiu. Instead, he turned to look for other people.

When Chen Yuan saw this scene, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to help, otherwise the Demon Lord would use Young Master Tang Jiu as bait to lure Chen Yuan to his death, just like he did to Xuan Yuanzi.

He did not take action this time, but instead made the Demon Lord give up the idea.

The decline of the level ten monster is becoming more and more obvious. He needs to devour the Nascent Soul as soon as possible to improve his cultivation level. He cannot waste time on a cultivator like Young Master Tang Jiu who has extraordinary escape skills.

As long as the cultivation of this physical body breaks through the bottleneck of the late stage, he will be able to display several powerful magical powers, and his control over the giant pillar of demonic energy will be further improved.

But the Demon Lord has his own plans, and the several great monks are not foolish either.

They knew that the situation was urgent and they spared no effort in consuming their true energy. Several level ten monsters were already in danger.

The most important thing is that the demon's shadow's suppression of everyone's power is gradually weakening as time goes by.

That broken jade pot is a treasure from ancient times.

The phantom of the demon god among them is of great importance and has a great reputation in the demon world. When the Demon Lord was at his peak, he was just a general under the command of the demon god.

However, this treasure has experienced several wars in ancient times and is already in tatters. It can only be used once and will not last long.

If all the other treasures in the Demon Lord's hands had not been destroyed in the battle, leaving only this jade pot, he would not have had to plan so painstakingly to lure everyone here before taking action.

According to the Demon Lord's plan, at this moment, he should have slaughtered all the Nascent Soul cultivators except a few great cultivators, and his cultivation would have greatly increased, approaching the stage of Divine Transformation.

But now, with Chen Yuan's interference, the demon's phantom gradually became ineffective, and the situation finally got out of his control.

"Death!"

Long Pokong pointed his finger and nine magic dragons rose into the sky. The black seal, with a huge sealing force, fell heavily and killed the civet cat monster on the opposite side on the spot.

After fighting for an hour, he finally killed the second level ten monster.

This speed may seem slow, but it is actually very extraordinary.

It would be difficult to determine the winner of a fight between Nascent Soul cultivators without three days and three nights.

It is common for great monks to fight for ten days or half a month.

Although the level ten monster is slightly weaker in strength, its physical body is stronger. This raccoon cat monster is even more agile and has an incredibly fast escape speed, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

The reason why Long Pokong was able to kill it in just one hour was because he had a profound cultivation base and was only one step away from becoming a god. The magic weapon in his hand was also extremely sharp.

Yan Zhang had to deal with two level ten monsters, and relying on the power of the blood river, it was difficult for him to win for a while.

Even though Sect Leader Wei got help from Sect Leader Shen, he only gained a slight advantage.

Sect Leader Hong's Flying Silver Zombie is known for its strong body and fearlessness, but it is inferior to the level ten monster and has not been able to win so far.

Long Pokong collected the body of the civet cat monster and went to help Yan Zhang without any delay.

At this time, the Demon Lord was still slaughtering Nascent Soul cultivators, but he did not try to rescue them.

The Demon Lord's technique of locking heaven and earth directly sealed off this secret space. Long Pokong was unable to use the technique of teleportation, and was powerless to deal with him.

Only by killing all the level ten monsters and several great monks joining forces can they have a chance of suppressing the Demon Lord.

When the Demon Lord saw that Long Pokong had freed his hands, he attacked even more ruthlessly, and the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators who were still alive finally collapsed.

They watched as the Demon Lord swallowed up the Nascent Souls one after another. The Nascent Soul cultivators who were once high and mighty had now become lambs to be slaughtered. The devil's claws could fall upon them at any time, and even the strongest of wills would find it difficult not to collapse.

They didn't care about the monsters in front of them, and either fled towards Chen Yuan or Long Pokong, shouting loudly.

"Palace Master Long, save me!"

"I hope that Fellow Daoist Chen will protect me. I will definitely reward you handsomely..."

The Demon Lord immediately drove the monsters to stop everyone and chased them relentlessly. Soon two people died. The Demon Lord's aura continued to grow, and he might break through the bottleneck of the late stage at any time.

Only Elder Zhou did not run away. The Demon Lord had tried to kill him several times, but he offered an ancient talisman similar to the Golden Bell Talisman, which also had the "卐" symbol and had extremely strong defensive capabilities. The Demon Lord was also powerless.

Even when the Demon Lord attacked, its power was greatly reduced, as if it was restrained by the "卐" character.

Long Pokong was furious. He flipped his hand and threw out a silver wheel that was surrounded by sharp blades. It spun at high speed and slashed towards the Demon Lord to stop him.

As expected of the Lord of the Demon Yuan Palace, the one he used was a high-level magic weapon.

In fact, this silver wheel is Long Pokong's natal magic weapon, and it played a huge role in dealing with the raccoon cat monster.

However, the Nine Dragon Magic Seal has been passed down for thousands of years and has been nurtured and cultivated by successive masters of the Demon Yuan Palace. Its power is still greater than that of the Silver Wheel. Whenever Long Pokong fights against others, he still relies on the Nine Dragon Magic Seal.

The silver wheel shot over, but was easily dodged by the Demon Lord, but it also gave everyone a chance to escape.

But Chen Yuan was busy dealing with the monsters and ignored everyone's calls for help.

He didn't know that the black short thorn was condensed from the original demonic energy and was extremely precious. The Demon Lord was unwilling to use it again.

He was worried that the Demon Lord would take the opportunity to deal with him. Rather than sacrificing himself for others, it would be easier and more tempting to collect the demon cores.

The Demon Lord used the teleportation technique to avoid the silver wheel, killed two Nascent Soul cultivators, swallowed the Nascent Soul, and suddenly stopped.

The aura emanating from him fluctuated. He threw the giant axe in his hand away, raised his bloody claws, and swung them violently.

The demonic energy from all around surged in, and the giant axe also disintegrated, turning back into demonic energy and blending into it. The demonic energy condensed into a giant cocoon, wrapping the Demon Lord in it.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators fled in all directions as if they had been pardoned.

Chen Yuan had a solemn expression. He suddenly flapped his wings, teleported to the side of Sect Master Wei, and rushed towards the level ten demon crocodile that was fighting with him.

After the Demon Lord transformed into a giant cocoon, he seemed to have lost control of the monsters.

This level ten demon crocodile became extremely violent. It came forward without dodging or evading, swung its long tail, made a loud bang, and lashed towards Chen Yuan.

Sect Leader Wei's eyes became fierce, he raised his hand and made a seal, and three water tornadoes about a hundred feet high condensed and swept towards the demon crocodile. He also drove a level nine white crane spirit beast that had transformed into its original form and pecked it fiercely.

Sect Leader Shen also pointed, and the flying sword in front of him split into eighty-one sword lights, brilliant and dazzling, and shot out.

The demon crocodile roared, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a ball of dark gray demonic energy. The scales on its back exploded and flew into the air, condensing into a giant shield surrounded by wisps of demonic energy, blocking in front of its body, and the power of its long tail was also reduced a lot.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and made a gesture, and Chongxuanfeng moved over to block the attack from the long tail, and flew backwards. However, the long tail of the demon crocodile was also bounced back under the huge recoil force.

Chen Yuan approached the demon crocodile and came within ten feet of it. The Zhuyan True Fire in his hands rose up and poured into the demon crocodile's soul space.

The demon crocodile roared, and the two red spots in its eyes became so dark that they were almost black, and it became even more violent.

The huge scale shield that was surrounded by demonic energy suddenly fell apart, revealing a flaw.

The sword tornado took advantage of the situation and rushed in, throwing the demon crocodile into the sky. Sword energy was everywhere, blood and flesh were splattered, and the iron beak of the white crane spirit beast also pecked out one of the demon crocodile's eyes.

The demon crocodile roared extremely shrilly. It suddenly turned its head and opened its mouth wide. Hundreds of sharp teeth several inches long flew out and shot towards Chen Yuan.

But Chen Yuan had already retreated, easily avoiding those white sharp teeth that were like flying swords, and watched as Sect Master Wei and Sect Master Shen joined forces to cut off the head of the demon crocodile.

Sect Leader Wei came to the demon crocodile and took out a fist-sized dark gray demon core, as well as the demon crocodile's scales and iron tail.

He turned around, his eyes paused on Chen Yuan's white hair and black wings, then he clasped his fists and bowed, his slightly pale face showing a serious expression: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen, for helping us two kill this crocodile. Please accept this magic core."

As he spoke, he pushed the magic core in his hand forward and flew towards Chen Yuan.

Sect Leader Shen also flew up and bowed.

Chen Yuan received the magic core and clasped his fists, saying, "The White Crane Sect has protected our sect for twenty years, and Elder He and our sect leader are close friends. I also admire Fellow Daoist Wei's reputation, so how can I stand idly by? Please take back this magic core."

He sent the magic core back, and Sect Leader Wei's face darkened and he put it away.

He sighed softly, "It's a pity that the Demon Lord is so fierce. Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan and Junior Brother He have both died. Without further delay, we must work together to kill this beast and avenge our fellow Daoists!"

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist, what you said is absolutely right. I will go to help Fellow Daoist Hong right away. I also ask Fellow Daoist Wei to destroy the giant cocoon and not let him break through the bottleneck so easily."

Sect Leader Wei nodded solemnly, turned around and flew towards the Demon Lord's cocoon, took out a flying sword and shot it out.

At the same time, Long Pokong had already controlled the Nine Dragon Magic Seal to assist Yan Zhang in killing the two level ten monsters one by one.

Yan Zhang commanded twelve blood spirits to help Sect Master Hong, and then commanded the remaining twelve blood spirits, together with Long Pokong's silver wheel magic weapon and the Nine Dragon Magic Seal, to attack the giant cocoon of demonic energy.

Seeing this scene, the morale of the Nascent Soul cultivators who were fleeing in all directions was boosted. They all stopped and took the opportunity to deal with the monsters that were in a frenzy, and they gained quite a lot.

Seeing that the flying silver zombie and the twelve blood spirits had joined forces to force the level ten monster into a desperate situation, Chen Yuan turned around and flew towards Chu Xiao and Gu Zu who were fighting fiercely.

The two of them were evenly matched. Chu Xiao protected Daoxuan while wielding the Panlong Sword, attacking wildly and fiercely, which was in stark contrast to her beautiful appearance.

When Gu Zu saw Chen Yuan coming towards him, his expression changed slightly.

Only a thin layer of the golden bell remained around him, and the swastika was dim and could shatter at any time.

The Panlong Sword was too powerful, and this ancient talisman that had been passed down in the Tianxuan Sect for tens of thousands of years was about to collapse.

At the beginning, Gu Zu insisted on inviting Chen Yuan to enter the Demon Realm because he saw in him that as a physical cultivator, he could allow the Demon Lord to possess his body.

In Gu Zu's eyes, Chen Yuan had already been a dead man.

But what is shocking is that Chen Yuan can actually compete with the Demon Lord. His strength is not inferior to that of a great cultivator, and he even has some connection with the legendary Zhu Yan's true spirit.

Gu Zu no longer looked down on Chen Yuan, and he didn't dare to sit idly by and watch him join forces with Chu Xiao.

Gu Zu gritted his teeth and took out a stone talisman. The surface was rough and uneven, and grayish white in color, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years and looked ancient and vicissitudes of life.

He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the stone talisman. The blood seeped into the stone talisman, staining it with a faint blood color, making it look extremely weird.

There was a flash of reluctance in Gu Zu's eyes. This stone talisman was found by him from the ruins of an ancient sect under the guidance of the Demon Lord. It was a treasure brought to this world by the ancient demon. It was extremely powerful and was a life-saving trump card in his hand.

His eyes swept across Chen Yuan and Chu Xiao, and suddenly he shifted his gaze. He raised his hand and threw the stone talisman at Daoxuan, whose face was gloomy, and then he retreated violently.

The stone talisman shattered, and a faint black shadow flew out from it, like a ghost, and rushed straight towards Daoxuan at an incredible speed.

Chu Xiao's face changed and he immediately turned around to protect Daoxuan.

Although Daoxuan was seriously injured, he was the leader of the Tianxuan Sect and held the sect's inherited treasure in his hands. Only he could control it, so he had to be saved.

But the black shadow was too fast, Chu Xiao was far behind, and was about to pounce on Daoxuan.

At this moment, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported in front of Daoxuan. His hands were covered with dark light and the robes on his body shone brightly.

The power of space gathered on Chen Yuan's hands. He raised his hands and made a gesture. A dark light flowed unsteadily. A black vortex suddenly appeared in front of him and swallowed the phantom.

The art of devouring!

Chen Yuan's face turned pale and he took two steps back. The power contained in this black shadow filled up the void in his body and was almost overflowing.

Fortunately, his physical body broke through the ninth-level bottleneck, otherwise the black shadow would have broken through and he would have suffered serious injuries.

Gu Zu saw the black shadow that looked like a ghost disappear directly in front of Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan was not even hurt at all. He was shocked and immediately sped up and retreated.

Chu Xiao's beautiful eyes were full of surprise. The black shadow was very strange and she had no confidence in blocking it. However, it was easily resolved by Chen Yuan. In her eyes, it suddenly became unfathomable.

Daoxuan slowly raised his hands and bowed: "Thank you, Daoyou Chen, for your help. Ahem, I owe you a favor."

Chen Yuan turned around and returned the greeting, saying sternly: "Daoyou, you are too kind. Daoyou is the leader of the righteous path and the backbone of the society. You cannot afford to make mistakes."

Daoxuan sighed softly: "Daoyou Chen..."

Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, several earth-shaking noises were heard, interrupting Daoxuan's words.

The two turned their heads to look, and found that it was the magical weapons and supernatural powers of Long Pokong, Yan Zhang, Sect Master Hong, Sect Master Wei and others that fell on the giant cocoon of demonic energy, with an extremely shocking momentum.

But when the magical power dissipated, the magic weapon flew up, and the blood spirit dispersed, the giant cocoon was completely intact, but the surface was slightly dimmed.

Everyone's faces changed. Long Pokong's eyes became fierce, and he pointed a point. The Nine Dragon Magic Seal fell heavily and hit the surface of the giant cocoon, but still to no avail.

Yan Zhang, Sect Leader Hong, and Sect Leader Wei also tried, but all to no avail.

Suddenly, the giant cocoon of demonic energy slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of the Demon Lord.

The aura of a great monk emanated from him.

His blood-clawed demon arm has returned to normal, all the clothes on his upper body have disappeared, his skin is as white as jade, and there is a light black tattoo on his chest, which is exactly the same as the demon shadow that flew out of the jade pot.

His dark eyes slowly swept over everyone, and he said coldly: "I have not hesitated to consume my original magic energy to condense the magic cocoon and reshape my body. How can you break it?" (End of this chapter)