Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

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

But in just a moment, the pale green poison gas dyed the Zhen Yuan shield green, and the robes could not stop the poison gas from penetrating. The yellow-haired old man's skin had quietly been stained with a layer of green.

The yellow-haired old man hurriedly looked inside himself, and even his meridians were stained with a layer of pale green. When the Zhen Yuan encountered the poison gas, it was like ice under the scorching sun, melting quickly.

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

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

The pale green poison gas formed an invisible dam, which seriously delayed the flow of Zhen Yuan.

However, he and the blue dragon were in tune with each other. With just one thought, the blue dragon flew out of the spirit beast bag, swelled up in the wind, and turned into a thirty-foot-long ferocious dragon, circling around and protecting the yellow-haired old man in the middle.

The blue dragon held up the clouds with four claws, stared at Zhang Chao with a pair of huge dragon eyes, and roared, as if it would pounce at any time.

The yellow-haired old man was relieved by the blue dragon's protection, and then he had time to look at Chen Yuan and said in a hurry: "Fellow Daoist Chen, go quickly... eh?"

His voice, which was a little weak in his urgency, stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, staring at Chen Yuan.

A pair of wide black wings stretched out from behind Chen Yuan, and the subtle purple-black light flowed unsteadily, mysterious and deep.

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

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

The white robes on Chen Yuan's body had completely turned black at this moment, and the whole person was wrapped in a layer of black. Under the lingering black mist of the demon source, even his face became ethereal, as if a demon god had descended to the world.

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

Chen Yuan looked normal, raised his hands, and looked with interest at the poisonous gas that wrapped around his arms and stubbornly drilled into his body, which seemed to have spirituality.

He raised his head and praised: "The demon king's poison skills are indeed extraordinary. He can invade my side silently. If I didn't have some tricks, I'm afraid the demon king would really succeed."

Zhang Chao was no longer as cold and ruthless as before, as if everything was under control, and his eyes were full of disbelief when he looked at Chen Yuan.

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul?! How can you resist my poison?"

The purple-black light flowing around Chen Yuan suddenly became thicker, swallowing up the green poison gas completely without leaving any residue.

Zhang Chao's pupils shrank, and he looked at the black wings behind Chen Yuan: "Who are you? Chen Yuan is a human cultivator, where do the wings behind you come from? You are a transformed demon king! No, there is no demonic energy on you... Who are you!"

Chen Yuan did not answer, but smiled slightly, suddenly flapped his wings, and disappeared suddenly.

Zhang Chao's face changed drastically, and the overwhelming green poison gas surged out of his body, protecting himself, and his body 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 struck like lightning, stabbing Zhang Chao's heart.

At the same time, Chen Yuan was wrapped in the pale green poison gas, and they rushed to drill into his body, but as long as they touched the purple-black light, they would disappear without a trace.

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

He turned into a green line, and his speed increased dramatically. He retreated a hundred feet in an instant, and barely avoided Chen Yuan's grab.

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

This is actually the art of teleportation!

Chen Yuan's unexpected attack was dodged by Zhang Chao. Without hesitation, he flapped his wings again, teleported behind Zhang Chao again, and raised his hand to grab his back.

This time, Zhang Chao finally had no way to avoid it. His right hand wrapped in black blade pierced into Zhang Chao's back, just 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!"

The soul-hiding bowl emitted wisps of black gas and drilled into Zhang Chao's head. After a moment, it was retracted.

Tens of thousands of black gas turned into black ropes, tied up a fist-sized light green soul phantom, and dragged it to the soul-hiding bowl.

This phantom was a strange insect, shaped like a mantis, with slender legs, six wings on its back, a pair of huge compound eyes, and dense yellow spots on its head. 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 a residual image, forming a stalemate with the black gas.

Chen Yuan urged the true essence, and the black gas in the soul-storing bowl surged, slowly pulling the strange insect over.

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

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

The speed of the black rope dragging the phantom of the strange insect increased greatly, and it was about to be thrown into the soul-hiding bowl.

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The phantom of the strange insect opened its mouthparts and let out a sharp scream: "Don't you dare to enslave this king!"

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

Chen Yuan's face sank, and the Zhuyan True Fire suddenly became blazing, burning all the green lights that exploded into nothingness.

With a faint scream, the phantom of the strange insect completely dissipated.

Zhang Chao's body turned into a strange insect about the size of a foot, exactly the same as the phantom of the strange insect, and fell down.

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

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

He took off a mustard ring from the foot of the monster insect corpse and put it away together with the monster insect corpse.

After doing all this, Chen Yuan turned around and looked at the yellow-haired old man with concern: "How is Daoyou? Do you need my help?"

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

From the moment Chen Yuan showed his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he looked like this.

Even worse than him was the charming woman next to him.

She was already eroded by the poison gas, her face was as pale as paper, and now it was even paler, without a trace of blood, her eyes were green, and she looked at Chen Yuan with horror.

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

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

The blue dragon saw Chen Yuan approaching, raised its head, and let out a long roar, 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 pale green poisonous gas in his body, and tried to raise his hands, clasped his fists and bowed deeply, smiling, but his eyes were full of fear: "Fellow Daoist, you are so powerful, you have eradicated the evil, Zong... Zong admires you very much!" (End of this chapter)