Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The yellow-haired old man's expression suddenly changed, and the true energy shield around him shone brightly, trying to keep the poison gas out.

But in just a moment, the pale green poisonous gas dyed the entire Zhenyuan shield green, and the robes could not stop the penetration of the poisonous gas. The skin of the yellow-haired old man had been quietly stained with a layer of green.

The yellow-haired old man quickly looked inside his body, and even his meridians were stained with a layer of pale green. His true energy encountered the poisonous gas and quickly melted like ice under the scorching sun.

At the same time, an indescribable pain came from his soul, and the yellow-haired old man suddenly discovered that the soul space was also filled with a pale green poisonous gas.

He was horrified and with a thought, he summoned a blue dragon from his spirit beast bag. He retreated violently, but his whole body felt weak and sore, and the flow of his true energy was extremely slow.

The pale green poisonous gas formed an invisible dam, seriously delaying the flow of true energy.

However, he and the blue dragon were in tune with each other's minds. With just a thought, the blue dragon flew out of the spirit beast bag, swelled in the wind, and transformed into a ferocious dragon thirty feet long. It circled around and protected the yellow-haired old man in the middle.

The blue dragon held up the clouds with its four claws and stared at Zhang Chao with its huge eyes, growling loudly, as if it would pounce on him at any time.

The yellow-haired old man was relieved with the protection of the blue dragon. He then looked at Chen Yuan and said urgently, "Fellow Daoist Chen, hurry up...eh?"

His anxious and weak voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, staring at Chen Yuan.

A pair of broad black wings spread out from behind Chen Yuan, and a subtle purple-black light flowed unsteadily, mysterious and profound.

A powerful pressure slowly spread out from Chen Yuan, like a mountain, and the black mist slowly flowing in the air became heavy.

The yellow-haired old man was stunned. This was the pressure from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

The white robes on Chen Yuan's body had completely turned black at this moment, and his entire body was wrapped in a layer of black. Under the lingering black mist of the devil's origin, even his face became ethereal, as if the devil had descended to the earth.

The ball of pale green poisonous gas was also rushing into Chen Yuan's body, but when it touched Chen Yuan's body surface, it suddenly disappeared, as if being swallowed by an invisible big mouth.

Chen Yuan looked normal. He raised his hands and looked with interest at the poisonous gas that was wrapped around his arms and was stubbornly drilling into his body. It seemed to have spiritual poison.

He raised his head and praised, "The Demon King's poison skills are indeed extraordinary. He was able to invade my body without making any sound. If I didn't have some tricks, I'm afraid the Demon King would have succeeded."

Zhang Chao was no longer as cold and ruthless as before. He looked at Chen Yuan with disbelief in his eyes, as if he had everything under control.

"Middle Nascent Soul Stage?! How can you resist my poisonous power?"

The purple-black light circulating around Chen Yuan suddenly became thicker, swallowing up the pale green poisonous gas completely, leaving no trace.

Zhang Chao's pupils shrank as he looked at the dark wings behind Chen Yuan. "Who are you? Chen Yuan is a human cultivator. Where did the wings behind you come from? You are a transformed demon king! No, there is not even a trace of demonic energy on you... Who are you?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but just smiled slightly. Suddenly, he flapped his wings and disappeared from the spot.

Zhang Chao's face changed drastically, and a blanket of pale green poisonous gas surged out of his body, protecting himself, and he retreated violently.

But the next moment, Chen Yuan appeared in front of him, his hands covered with a layer of sharp black blades, and he moved as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Zhang Chao's heart.

At the same time, Chen Yuan was wrapped in the pale green poisonous gas, which scrambled to drill into his body, but as long as it touched the layer of purple-black light, it would disappear without a trace.

Zhang Chao was shocked to see that the poison gas was still useless. Three pairs of green transparent membrane wings suddenly appeared behind him and flapped violently.

His body turned into a green line, his speed increased dramatically, and he retreated a hundred feet in an instant, narrowly avoiding Chen Yuan's grab.

The yellow-haired old man was so stunned when he saw this scene that he even forgot about the pale green poisonous gas in his body.

This is actually the art of teleportation!
Zhang Chao dodged Chen Yuan's unexpected attack. Without hesitation, he flapped his wings again, teleported behind Zhang Chao again, and raised his hand to grab his vital point from behind.

This time, Zhang Chao had no way to avoid it. The right hand wrapped in black blade pierced into Zhang Chao's back, like a sharp blade easily cutting through thin paper. The powerful body of the ninth-level demon king could not block it at all.

Chen Yuan crushed Zhang Chao's heart, grabbed his demon pill, and took it back. The three pairs of green membrane wings behind Zhang Chao, which had turned into phantoms, suddenly stopped, and the pale green poison gas around him suddenly stagnated. His body stopped, and his powerful momentum collapsed.

At the same time, Chen Yuan flipped his left hand, took out the Soul-Hiding Bowl, circulated his true energy, and shouted, "Collect!"

Wisps of black gas emerged from the soul-hiding bowl, penetrated into Zhang Chao's head, and after a moment, were retracted.

Thousands of strands of black air transformed into black ropes, which tied up a fist-sized light green soul shadow and dragged it towards the soul-hiding bowl.

This phantom was a strange insect, shaped like a praying mantis, with long and slender legs, six wings on its back, a pair of huge compound eyes, and a head covered with dense yellow spots. Its mouthparts were like two sharp blades clamped together, and its appearance was hideous and terrifying.

The phantom of the strange insect kept struggling, and the three pairs of membrane wings behind it flapped vigorously, turning into an afterimage, forming a stalemate with the black gas.

Chen Yuan activated his true energy, and the black gas in the soul-hiding bowl surged, slowly pulling the strange insect over.

At the same time, he activated the Zhuyan True Fire, and his black hair turned snow-white. The Zhuyan True Fire rose from his left hand and swayed slightly.

The next moment, a wisp of white flame appeared out of nowhere around the phantom of the strange insect, wrapped it up and burned fiercely.

The speed at which the black rope was pulling the phantom of the strange insect increased greatly, and it was about to fall into the soul-hiding bowl.

The strange insect's phantom mouth opened and let out a sharp scream: "Don't even think about enslaving me!"

As soon as the words fell, the three pairs of membrane wings behind the phantom of the strange insect stopped, and its body trembled, and suddenly exploded.

Chen Yuan's face darkened, and the Zhu Yan True Fire suddenly became more intense, burning all the exploding green lights into nothingness.

Following a faint scream, the shadow of the strange insect completely disappeared.

Zhang Chao's body turned into a strange insect about ten feet in size, exactly the same as the strange insect's shadow, and fell down.

Chen Yuan's body flashed, and he stepped forward to hold up the corpse of the strange insect. He put away the Zhuyan True Fire, and his white hair turned back to black. The black wings behind him also slowly folded up.

With a thought, he took out a wooden box from the mustard seed ring, put the demon pill in his hand into it, and stored it into the space inside his body.

He also removed a mustard ring from the foot of the strange insect's corpse and put it away together with the corpse.

After doing all this, Chen Yuan turned around and looked at the yellow-haired old man with a concerned look on his face: "How are you, fellow Taoist? Do you need my help?"

At this moment, the yellow-haired old man was staring at Chen Yuan blankly.

From the moment Chen Yuan revealed his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, he has been like this.

Even more unbearable than him was the charming woman next to him.

She had already been corroded by the poisonous gas, and her face was as pale as paper. At this moment, it was even paler, without a trace of blood. Her eyes were shining green, and her eyes were full of horror as she looked at Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan held the corpse of the strange insect and slowly flew towards the yellow-haired old man. He asked again, "Why are you in a daze, fellow Taoist?"

The yellow-haired old man finally came to his senses, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and his face turned red.

When the blue dragon saw Chen Yuan approaching, it raised its head and let out a long roar, which was full of threat.

The yellow-haired old man was shocked and hurriedly put the blue dragon back into the spirit beast bag.

He didn't care about the green poison in his body, and raised his hands with all his strength, clasped his fists and bowed deeply, smiling, but his eyes were full of fear: "Daoyou, you are so powerful, you have eradicated the evildoers, Zong... Zong admires you so much!" (End of this chapter)