Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The slightly ethereal white flame suddenly became violent, emitting dozens of sparks.

If you look closely, you will find that these sparks are actually tiny white fire lotuses.

After escaping from Chen Yuan's palm, it immediately disappeared, becoming inconspicuous under the spiritual light in the sky.

However, these white fire lotuses did not disappear. Instead, they followed the mysterious connection and entered the spiritual space of the thirty-eight demon kings, attached themselves to their souls, and burned fiercely.

Miserable wails rang out one after another, and all the aggressive level eight demon kings stopped and hugged their heads tightly.

The eighth-level demon king who was currently displaying his magical powers had his demonic energy in disorder, and the magical powers that were about to take shape collapsed.

A wooden dragon that had transformed into its original form rolled violently, its long roar filled with pain.

The ninth level demon king froze, his face showing pain. The same happened to Ao Li, Kunmi, Ao Fang, Ao Qing, and Ao Rui.

Only the two level ten demon kings, Kunyang and Ao Mei, were almost unaffected. They just felt a pain in their souls, and the white flames were submerged by the majestic power of their souls, like a candle in the wind, stubbornly clinging to the two men's souls, but already becoming dying.

The demon kings were thrown into disarray, while the magical weapons and supernatural powers summoned by the fourteen human Yuanyings had already crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and descended with a bang!

In an instant, two level eight demon kings died, and Tianjizi's broken spear pierced deeply into the body of a fire phoenix.

Ao Fang's expression suddenly changed. He ignored the severe pain in his soul and yelled, "Daoyou Luan!"

Mr. Qingliu's black sword cut off the head of an eighth-level tiger shark. Blood gushed out like a fountain and fell like rain, and the sea surface for hundreds of feet was stained with a layer of blood.

The magical powers and magic weapons of other Nascent Soul cultivators also made some achievements. The Ice Phoenix condensed by Zhenren Ningbing severely injured Kuntie, leaving a wound in his abdomen so deep that the bone could be seen.

An eighth-level blue dragon demon king had one arm and one leg cut off and was forced to transform into its original form, looking extremely miserable.

Eight out of ten level eight demon kings were injured. These two demon kings were the most seriously injured, while the other level eight demon kings were mostly slightly injured.

But Yuan Kong was extremely lucky. He avoided the bloodthirsty ghost of Zhenren Ningbi and the refined corpse of the elder of Tianji Sect. He was one of the only two eighth-level demon kings who were not injured. However, like the other eighth-level demon kings, he held his head and cried incessantly.

Ao Mei turned his head suddenly and looked at Chen Yuan who had taken the initiative to enter the encirclement of the demon kings, his eyes were red with anger: "How dare you, you brat!"

He and Chen Yuan were less than a hundred feet apart. He flashed in front of Chen Yuan, took out a pale blue spear, and stabbed with it!

There was a bang from the tip of the gun, and a few gray cracks in space flashed by.

Dozens of blue streams appeared out of nowhere, intertwining and entwining, like a dozen octopus tentacles, pouncing towards Chen Yuan ferociously.

The one who attacked even faster than Ao Mei was Kunyang. Like Chen Yuan, a pair of broad black wings suddenly stretched out from behind him.

Kunyang flapped his wings and flew across dozens of feet as if teleporting, arriving behind Chen Yuan, leaving a trail of afterimage behind him.

His hands were covered with a layer of black light, shaped like blades. He raised his hand and stabbed Chen Yuan in the back with lightning speed.

Just when the demon kings were in chaos, two level ten demon kings who had roamed the Ten Thousand Demon Sea for thousands of years suddenly formed a pincer attack on Chen Yuan. They had perfect tacit understanding and were determined to kill him.

But no matter how fast their attack was, it was not teleportation after all.

When the pale blue spear and the black blade were approaching, Chen Yuan suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the angry attacks of the two demon kings all missed.

Kunyang and Ao Mei's faces changed and they immediately withdrew their hands. The pale blue spear passed by Kunyang and tore his clothes.

The two demon kings turned their heads and Chen Yuan appeared hundreds of feet away, with the white spiritual fire in the palm of his right hand flickering and shining.

The attack of the human race's Nascent Soul was even more fierce, but the demon kings had already overcome the moment of their souls being burned and their minds were lost, and they blocked the second wave of attack.

With more than thirty transformed demon kings joining forces, the magical weapons and supernatural powers of the human cultivators were like hitting a wall of iron, and they returned in vain.

The strange white flames were like a thorn in their flesh, continuously burning their souls. A sense of brutality rose up in their hearts involuntarily, leaving them with no energy to fight back.

The two sides were in a stalemate, but Ao Mei and Kunyang would not stop. Ao Mei raised his hand and threw out a pale blue spear, heading straight for Chen Yuan.

Kunyang flapped his wings, turned into a shadow, and rushed forward.

Tianjizi sneered: "If you want to deal with Fellow Daoist Chen, you must get past me first!"

He flipped his hand and took out the mottled bronze mirror. Tianjizi suddenly flipped his hand and took out the ancient bronze mirror and shook it slightly.

The bronze mirror gave off a mysterious wave, and a beam of white light shot out from the mirror, shining on Kunyang.

At this moment, the world seemed to have stopped. The afterimage formed by Kunyang suddenly became one, and its movements slowed down by dozens of times, as if it had stopped. It no longer posed a threat to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed and he teleported to a hundred feet away, avoiding the pale blue spear thrown by Ao Mei, but his brows were frowned.

He used more than a dozen human Yuanying to block the transformed demon kings that were twice as many as his number, and it was not without cost.

In Chen Yuan’s dantian, the sea of ​​true energy was evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Strands of pure true energy rose up and flowed into the meridians.

It transformed into wisps of Zhuyan True Fire, burning the souls of the demon kings and weakening their strength.

In just over ten breaths, one tenth of his true energy was consumed.

This is because Chen Yuan's true energy is extremely pure and strong. If it were other great cultivators, they would have to consume at least 30% to 40% of their true energy to support the thirty-six Zhuyan True Fires at the same time.

But Chen Yuan did not worry about the consumption of his true energy. Instead, the Zhuyan True Fire in his palm became even more violent.

The souls of the demon kings were in even greater pain. An eighth-level Cang Hai Whale Demon King revealed a flaw and died at the hands of a Tianji Sect elder in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

Kunyang had already broken free from Tianjizi's mirror light at this time. Seeing this, his expression became even gloomier. He flapped his wings and rushed towards Chen Yuan, shouting, "I will entangle Chen Yuan, and Fellow Daoist Ao will kill Tianjizi first!"

Ao Mei raised his hand and the blue spear flew out thousands of feet and flew back. He turned around and killed Tianjizi with the spear.

The two had fought several times in the past and had never joined forces against the enemy, but their rich experience in fighting allowed them to show amazing tacit understanding.

Chen Yuan was able to ignore the forbidden world and perform teleportation, so there was nothing that could be done to him for the time being.

They can only deal with Tianjizi and other human Yuanying first, and then work together to deal with Chen Yuan.

But after they had rushed out for dozens of feet, they suddenly stopped and turned their heads abruptly to look to the north.

I saw seven beams of light crossing the sky at an astonishing speed, heading straight here.

At the same time, Chen Yuan also saw the seven escaping lights. A smile appeared on his lips, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his palm slowly went out, and the sea of ​​true essence finally stopped descending.

The demon kings suddenly discovered that the white flame attached to their souls was rapidly weakening. They were overjoyed and the power of their souls surged, finally drowning out the last ray of flame.

The severe pain in the soul finally disappeared, and the demon kings breathed a sigh of relief. However, they did not notice that a barely perceptible white fire lotus mark was left on the soul, which disappeared in a flash.

The human Yuanying took the initiative to stop, and the demon kings did not fight back. They took this opportunity to take a breath and suppress the brutal murderous intent rising from the bottom of their hearts.

This kind of tyrannical intention was completely based on the severe pain coming from the soul. As the strange white flame went out, this tyrannical intention slowly dissipated.

The seven beams of light were extremely fast. In less than a hundred breaths, they arrived in front of the crowd and stopped.

The escaping light faded away, and the figures of Wang Xuange, the white-haired old Taoist and Sima Long appeared. The aura of the great monk slowly spread out.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "My fellow Taoists are a little late." (End of this chapter)