Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The flying silver zombie didn't even dare to approach the Demon Lord. A rare look of fear was revealed on its pale and hideous face. No matter how Sect Leader Hong commanded it, it just shrank back.

Even the white crane spirit beast felt extremely uncomfortable under the Buddha's light, with a hint of uneasiness in its cry. It just pecked the Demon Lord hard with its iron beak and quickly flew back.

Sect Leaders Hong and Wei did not care about the strange behavior of the two refined corpses and the spirit beasts. The Demon Lord finally revealed a flaw, and it was the best opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Sect Leader Hong flipped his hand and brought out a dark coffin. He raised his hand and waved it. The coffin lid flew up and iron-blue mist filled the air.

Sect Leader Hong looked extremely solemn. He raised his hand and patted his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. He flew into the mist, and his face became visibly paler.

But the iron-blue mist remained motionless. Sect Leader Hong's expression changed slightly. He took out a jade bottle, opened the stopper, and carefully tilted the bottle to pour out a drop of turbid liquid.

This drop of turbid liquid was hazy and unclear, and looked like gray, white and black. When it was poured out from the jade bottle, a faint whimpering sound seemed to ring in everyone's ears, as if thousands of wronged souls were crying.

The mist rolled gently twice and then calmed down again.

Sect Leader Hong gritted his teeth, and under Chen Yuan's astonished gaze, he took out a level ten demon pill and a ten-foot-long dragon corpse, and threw them into the iron-blue mist.

This dragon seemed to have died not long ago, but also seemed to have been dead for thousands of years. The Yinhai Sect was best at dealing with corpses, and no one could tell the details of this dragon's corpse.

However, the evil aura emanating from the dragon's corpse was ferocious and powerful. It turned out that it was a level ten demon king when it was alive.

The iron-blue mist rolled even more violently.

Sect Leader Hong took a deep breath and said, "If we win this battle, fellow Taoists will give me two 3,000-year-old spiritual herbs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for the other three great monks to reply, Sect Leader Hong raised his hand and slapped his chest violently, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, all of which merged into the iron-blue mist.

This mouthful of essence and blood was extremely rich. After leaving his body, Sect Leader Hong's body immediately became shriveled, his face as pale as paper, and tightly attached to his bones, just like the refined corpse in his hand.

This mouthful of essence and blood actually caused serious damage to a great monk.

The iron-blue mist finally began to boil over, and Sect Leader Hong retreated violently, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The next moment, a dark severed hand flew out and headed straight for the Demon Lord.

The other three great monks all had slightly changed expressions and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The five fingers of this severed hand are slender and broken at the wrist. The nails are about three inches long. The little finger is raised and pinched like an orchid. Although it is just a severed hand, it gives people a sense of tenderness.

This is the Yinhai Sect's treasure, a mysterious severed hand, but it is more terrifying than the flying silver zombie carefully cultivated by the Yinhai Sect's monks of all generations.

The severed hand seemed to move slowly but was actually fast. It flew to the Demon Lord and gently stroked his body, as if it were the caress of a lover, and then flew back.

But just this light stroke made the Demon Lord let out a terrifying wail, and five deep scars appeared where the severed hand had touched, deep enough that one could see the meridians and internal organs.

Even the pale golden Buddha light could not remain in these five scars and was expelled.

The demon tattoo on the Demon Lord's chest also quietly developed five scars, and was almost cut off in the middle.

"Friend Hong is so righteous!" Sect Leader Wei laughed loudly and summoned three flying swords, blue, white and red, all of which were high-level magic weapons. The magic spells in his hands changed continuously, and the three flying swords suddenly dispersed and formed a sword formation.

"cut!"

Sect Leader Wei pointed his fingers together, and three flying swords shot out with a clear sound. One pierced into the Demon Lord's dantian, one pierced into the tattoo on his chest, and one slashed across the Demon Lord's neck, cutting off his head.

At this time, the Buddha's light finally dimmed, and the body of the Demon Lord fell from the air. A residual soul covered with light golden light flew out of Mo Daoyu's body, revealing a hideous and painful face.

This face has two horns, small and sharp, and the appearance is extremely handsome. Even when struggling in pain, it still makes people feel extremely stunning.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He flapped his wings, teleported in front of the remaining soul of the Demon Lord, and grabbed it.

The remaining soul of the Demon Lord was unable to dodge and was caught by Chen Yuan. Zhu Yan's true fire rose up and he let out a scream.

Even the Demon Lord could not endure the pain of having his soul burned.

White flames and light golden Buddha light coexisted, and the remaining soul of the Demon Lord quickly became weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Just as Chen Yuan was about to take back the Zhuyan True Fire, a smile suddenly appeared on the distorted face of the Demon Lord: "Just relying on you, you think you can capture me? Don't even think about it!"

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly. The Demon Lord suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a strange syllable. The residual soul trembled a few times and collapsed. The layer of light golden Buddha light also quietly dissipated.

Chen Yuan's face darkened and he slowly put down his hands. The Zhu Yan True Fire slowly subsided and his face looked a little ugly.

He has used the Zhuyan True Fire to weaken the Demon Lord's remaining soul to the limit, just like how he dealt with Kun Tong and Tian You, and he can only be slaughtered.

But he didn't expect that the Demon Lord still had the power to resist. Although this resistance was the result of his self-destruction of his remaining soul, it also made Chen Yuan's plan fail.

He shook his head and bowed to the four great monks: "I was careless for a moment and failed to capture this beast alive. I hope you can forgive me."

Sect Leader Wei retracted the three flying swords into his dantian, and a hint of red suddenly flashed across his face. He coughed a few times and said, "Although this beast only has a remnant soul left, it is an ancient demon from the demon world after all. It has survived for tens of thousands of years. It is normal for him to have some tricks. Fellow Daoist Chen does not need to blame himself."

Yan Zhang put away the blood river that had shrunk by 30% and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen's Zhuyan True Fire seems to focus on the soul, but it can't stop this beast. If we take action, it will be even more useless."

The four words "Zhu Yan True Fire" sounded a little heavy in his words.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his white hair turned back to black, and the pair of broad wings behind him slowly folded up.

He said calmly: "I just happened to have mastered a few minor tricks, it's not worth mentioning."

The four great monks looked at Chen Yuan in astonishment. He had regained his human form and his aura had also subsided a lot. He turned into an ordinary Nascent Soul early stage monk again.

But everyone knew that when he showed that strange posture again, he could compete with the great monk.

Sect Leader Hong carefully closed the coffin lid, put away the dark coffin, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This battle is not over yet, fellow Taoists, it won't be too late to talk later."

He slowly turned his head and looked at Gu Zu. His dry and pale face was as cold as a corpse.

Upon hearing this, the few people looked serious, turned around and moved towards Gu Zu.

When the remaining soul of the Demon Lord disintegrated on its own, the monsters whose strength had skyrocketed suddenly exploded and all of them died.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators freed their hands and cast their gazes towards Gu Zu, their eyes filled with resentment.

Chu Xiao had stopped at this time, and the Panlong Sword was suspended in front of her, trembling slightly. The golden dragon circled around the blade of the Panlong Sword, making a few low hums from time to time, as if it was not satisfied with the killing and was very dissatisfied with Chu Xiao's sudden stop.

But Chu Xiao ignored it. The Demon Lord was dead, the situation was settled, and Gu Zu alone could not cause any trouble.

Gu Zu also stopped. He had an indifferent expression and his eyes swept slowly over everyone, lingering on Chen Yuan and Daoxuan for a moment.

Daoxuan dragged his seriously injured body and slowly flew forward, staring at Gu Zu with his cloudy eyes: "Junior Brother Gu, do you admit your guilt?"

Upon hearing this, Long Pokong frowned and seemed about to speak, but after hesitating for a moment, he fell silent again.

Yan Zhang and Sect Leader Hong also looked surprised, but neither of them said a word.

Gu Zu said calmly: "Brother, you don't have to bother protecting me. I betrayed my master and ancestors and betrayed the sect. My crime is unforgivable. The other fellow Taoists don't want to see me return to the sect."

Daoxuan shook his head and sighed.

Long Pokong sneered and summoned the Nine Dragon Magic Seal.

Sect Leader Yan Zhanghong had a cold look in his eyes and summoned the blood spirit corpse, ready to take action at any time.

Gu Zu revealed Daoxuan's thoughts. Although Gu Zu's sneak attack almost cost him his life, he still wanted to save Gu Zu.

His life span was already coming to an end, and now he was seriously injured, and his strength was greatly reduced.

If they lose Gu Zu again, the Tianxuan Sect will be in a state of transition and the position of the leader of the righteous sect will have to be handed over.

When it comes to the rise and fall of the sect, Daoxuan doesn't care about personal grudges.

Chu Xiao said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Gu is quite open-minded. Since you have surrendered to the remnant spirit of the ancient demon, this is the fate you deserve. Do you want to die on your own, or should we help you to die?"

Gu Zu said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Chu, what you said is wrong. I only cooperated with the Demon Lord and did not join him. As for reincarnation and upwards, I will not bother you fellow Daoists."

He sat cross-legged in the air, and Daoxuan suddenly asked, "Junior Brother Gu, you are already a great cultivator, why did you let that demon lord deceive you and betray your master and ancestors? Just for the illusory state of incarnation?"

Gu Zu raised his hand, flicked his sleeves lightly, wiped away the nonexistent dust, and said calmly: "Brother, you don't know, the Demon Lord showed me some tricks, and there should be a 20% chance of breaking through to the God Transformation Stage."

"Only 20%?"

"Twenty percent is enough." Gu Zu raised his head slightly, his eyes falling on Chen Yuan, "As long as I can break through the Spiritual Transformation and ascend to the upper realm, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will never give up."

"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Chen's efforts to turn the tide, the Demon Lord would have slaughtered everyone by now. He would have recovered his Divine Transformation cultivation, and I would have been infused with demonic energy as well. What a pity..."

He shook his head, took off the mustard seed ring on his left wrist, raised his hand and sent it slowly towards Daoxuan: "This is all the accumulation of my hundreds of years of cultivation, and now I return it to the sect."

Daoxuan took the mustard seed ring. There was no expression on his gray and withered face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Gu Zu smiled slightly: "For my own selfish reasons, I have betrayed my master and ancestors. I feel guilty towards my master, my senior brothers, and my sect, but I do not regret it..."

He slowly closed his eyes, without any trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and his body slowly dissipated. His flesh and blood turned into specks of green light, like catkins in the wind, and soon, it dissipated between heaven and earth.

Daoxuan put away the mustard seed ring left by Gu Zuo, clasped his fists and bowed to everyone, and said in a weak voice: "I was careless and let Junior Brother Gu be bewitched by the Demon Lord, betraying his master and destroying his ancestors, causing fellow Taoists from all sects to fall into danger. I hope you will forgive me..."

Long Pokong laughed: "It's okay, Gu Zu didn't attack us. He betrayed the sect, and you are the one who suffered. What does it have to do with us?"

He did not hide his sarcasm and ridicule at all. The battle between good and evil has been going on for a long time. The Demon Yuan Palace is known as the number one demon sect, and the Tianxuan Sect is the leader of the righteous path. The two have a lot of grudges. Long Pokong once lost to Daoxuan in a fight, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.

Daoxuan didn't care about it and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Long is right. I am reaping what I sowed."

Long Pokong was stunned for a moment, then he snorted coldly and closed his mouth.

Seeing Daoxuan's attitude, he couldn't make any more sarcastic remarks.

Chu Xiao put away the Panlong Sword: "Let's put Brother Gu's matter aside for now. The most urgent task is to destroy this giant pillar of demonic energy and eliminate the threat from the Demon Realm."

She turned to look at Elder Zhou and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, that ball of pure spiritual energy has been destroyed by Mu Zhaoming. Is there any other way to destroy this giant pillar of demonic energy?"

At this time, Elder Zhou was pinching his fingers to make the golden bell around him dissipate. Hearing this, he flew over and stared at the place where the demonic energy resided. He said solemnly, "I need to detect it. Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoists."

After saying that, he flew towards the giant pillar of demonic energy, took out the formation plates and flags, and set up formations around the giant pillar of demonic energy.

Bai Yanji stepped out from the crowd and shouted, "Daoyou Zhou, I'm here to help you!"

Elder Zhou turned around and nodded slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble Brother Bai."

Bai Yanji showed a look of joy and immediately went forward to take the formation flag from Elder Zhou and set up the formation according to his instructions.

Of the four formation masters who followed everyone into the Demon Realm, Mu Zhaoming died under the sword of Master Shen, and the Nascent Souls of the other two masters were swallowed by the Demon Lord. Only Elder Zhou survived.

Bai Yanji's strength was average, but he was extremely smart and lucky, so he survived by chance.

The two of them were busy surrounding the giant pillar of demonic energy, while the others took the opportunity to take pills to heal their wounds and restore their true energy.

Sect Leader Wei looked at Daoxuan and said with concern: "Daoyou is seriously injured. You should rest as soon as possible..."

Daoxuan shook his head slightly: "It's fine. Although this short thorn is strange, it contains a trace of extremely pure demonic energy, which is extremely difficult to remove. It can only be slowly worn away, but there is no danger to life."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Wei and Chu Xiao both relaxed their expressions.

Now that Gu Zu is dead, if Daoxuan cannot get better, the righteous path will only have two great monks left, and will inevitably fall at a disadvantage to the evil path.

Long Pokong and the other two had calm expressions, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking, but their eyes were exceptionally deep.

Sect Master Hong suddenly spoke up: "I have used up the sect's treasure, and suffered great losses. I need two three thousand year old spiritual herbs."

When several great monks heard this, their eyes flashed, but they did not answer immediately.

Long Pokong suddenly said: "Long is willing to give out a spiritual herb."

Sect Leader Wei looked at Daoxuan, but Daoxuan kept silent, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked as if he was staying out of the matter.

Chu Xiao also had no expression on his face. Sect Leader Wei sighed and said, "The other three thousand year old spiritual herb will be provided by me." (End of this chapter)