After the phantom of the dragon appeared, it let out a long, earth-shaking roar toward the sky, shaking the entire sky and earth to change color.

The ancient demon that was rushing over at a high speed and the demon souls in the sword formation were all shocked when they heard this long roar.

The silver-haired old man's face was full of astonishment.

The dragon's roar stopped abruptly, and the shadow of a dragon suddenly broke through the air, then hovered in the air for a moment, and finally dived towards the ground, merged into Chen Yun's back and disappeared without a trace.

Blood shone through the skin on Chen Yun's back, and in an instant a lifelike blood dragon pattern appeared. It was blurry at first, but became clearer and clearer as time passed, and the size was less than a few inches.

At this moment, blood light all around Chen Yun was shining like stars.

From the cheeks to the arms, golden-yellow thumb-sized scales appeared, sparkling with dazzling luster.

After a severe pain in the head, a small and exquisite dragon horn actually grew out, and the whole body was red.

His hands also changed accordingly, his fingers became extremely sharp and transformed into extremely sharp claws.

At first glance, Chen Yun, after his transformation, looks quite similar to the demon soul trapped in the magic circle.

However, Chen Yun still retains a human face, and the scales on his body are bright blood red.

The Demon Soul, on the other hand, has two hideous heads with dark purple scales.

Chen Yun cast the spirit-summoning talisman, and the true energy in his body merged with the power of the dragon soul. His cultivation instantly rose to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, and he was only one step away from the middle stage.

At this moment, green and red spiritual light were released from his body. He held the handle of the Blood Demon Sword tightly with both hands and continuously poured all his magic power into it.

The Blood Demon Sword trembled violently, and then the blood light surged several feet, emitting a suffocating bloody smell.

The red horn on Chen Yun's forehead became even more bright red and dazzling, emitting a strong light due to the full outbreak of the power of the dragon soul.

Chen Yun has made up his mind now that he has trapped the demon soul in the sword formation.

We must never let the other ancient demon rescue it, otherwise if these two demons successfully merge, the consequences will be disastrous.

However, with the speed of the other monster, it would probably rush to the front before the sword formation could completely close.

The only feasible way is to take the initiative and destroy the evil spirit first.

As long as there is only one monster left, it will be unable to withstand the attacks of the many monks who will arrive later.

Although using the Blood Demon Sword may bring serious sequelae and even cause a significant loss of true energy.

But he had already made plans. After he had done his best to destroy the demon, he would immediately leave this place and no longer participate in the siege of the other demon by the other monks.

In order to prevent him from encountering any accidents as his cultivation level has dropped drastically.

He defeated a monster alone, and I believe other monks would not complain about this.

However, at this moment, the Blood Demon Sword seemed to have turned into an endless black hole, swallowing up most of Chen Yun's spiritual power in an instant.

The blood-colored sword light appeared and disappeared from time to time, and its length reached an astonishing six or seven feet. The gathered spiritual energy was so powerful that even Chen Yun himself could not help but marvel at it.

When the demon soul in the sword formation saw this situation, it stared at the sword light closely, and a trace of fear gradually appeared on its face.

"Are you seeking death? How dare a human monk drive the holy weapon of our holy world so recklessly? Do you want to be demonized?"

The demon soul finally couldn't suppress its inner anger anymore, and both heads let out deafening roars at the same time.

Chen Yun sneered and continued to transfer spiritual power into the sword, ignoring the threat from the demon soul.

The demon soul suddenly became furious.

It also clearly realized that the other party was determined to kill it. Therefore, the gloom on its face was clearly visible!
Suddenly, a flash of blood appeared, and he cut off one of his arms without hesitation.

The wound was as smooth as a mirror, and not a drop of blood flowed out, which looked particularly strange.

However, the moment the broken arm fell, another hand had already grasped it firmly.

Then, he opened his mouth and sprayed several mouthfuls of blood on it, while a low, ancient spell came out of his mouth.

The broken arm then began to glow with light and flash with blood. After twisting and wriggling for a while, it turned into a long sword that was extremely similar to the Blood Demon Sword.

The sword had white bones and was covered with thick black demonic energy. With a slight wave of it, wisps of demonic energy shot straight into the sky.

The demon soul held the sword across his chest and actually injected the demonic energy in his body into the sword.

A black sword light suddenly appeared on the sword and quickly expanded and grew.

Chen Yun was quite surprised when he saw this scene, and at the same time he was terrified by the vicious methods of this evil spirit.

As an interpreter, even now I still don't know what kind of power this sword formed from my own mutilated flesh can display?

However, it is clear that the power of the blade transformed in such an extreme way is by no means ordinary.

Therefore, he must give it his all and not take it lightly.

After a slight fluctuation in his mind, he immediately stopped inputting magic power, grasped the Blood Demon Sword tightly with both hands, and swung the sword vigorously, pointing the tip of the sword at the demon souls in the sword formation, and slashed at them with the sword fiercely.

He would never give his opponent any chance to use the bone sword's power to its fullest, and immediately launched a fierce attack.

The blood-red sword light, which was more than ten feet long, silently cut through the air and flew out. The cold and sharp aura enveloped every corner of the sword formation.

Before the sword light reached his eyes, the demon soul was already surrounded by the bloody smell in the air.

The space within the sword formation trembled slightly, and even showed signs of twisting and deformation. Synchronously, bursts of incomprehensible buzzing sounds were heard all around.

Mohun's heart was filled with shock.

This strange phenomenon undoubtedly proves that the opponent has already exerted the power of this sword to its fullest.

If it remembered correctly, the holy weapons of their demon world seemed to be unable to exert more than half of their power for human monks.

Is this somehow related to the other party's transformation just now?
Although this demon had participated in the great wars in ancient times, he was unaware that later human monks had developed such a jaw-dropping talisman as the "Spirit-Calling Talisman".

Therefore, faced with the situation before it, it felt at a loss.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, the demon had no time to think further.

He had no choice but to quickly raise the bone sword that had just been injected with a small amount of mana, and the two heads let out a deafening roar at the same time.

A pitch-black sword beam, nearly half as short as the blood-red sword beam, shot out from the bone sword with a sharp whistling sound and rushed straight towards the blood-red sword beam in the air.

A moment later, the two sword beams collided with each other!
With a loud bang, a thunderous sound like a bolt from the blue came from high in the sky. The two sword beams instantly intertwined and entangled with each other.

The cyclone generated by the shock force erupted from the point where the swords collided, pushing the silver-haired old man back more than ten steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

As for Chen Yun, relying on his profound cultivation close to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he merely shook his body a few times, took a half step back, and then made no more moves.

The demon soul, however, treated the gust of air as nothing and did not move at all, only staring at the sky with a nervous expression.

A scene happened that surprised both Chen Yun and Mo Hun.

As the air wave passed by, a round object the size of a fist, which was black and dull, emerged strangely among the interweaving sword beams, and quickly expanded, twisted and stretched.

In the blink of an eye, a black object about four or five meters long and several feet wide suddenly appeared above the sword formation.

After Chen Yun was stunned for a moment, before he could figure out what was going on, a large amount of colorful light poured out from the long object.

Because the distance was so close, the speed of the glow was extremely fast.

The Demon Soul and Chen Yun, who was standing at the edge of the sword formation, were caught off guard by the rosy glow, and were then swept into the air by a powerful attraction.

On the other hand, the old man who retreated more than ten steps away was lucky enough to escape this disaster.

"Oh no! This is actually a space crack!"

In a flash, Chen Yun suddenly realized.

He was shocked and was about to break free from the glow of the sunset.

However, when he tried to use his magic power, his face instantly turned pale and weak.

All the spiritual power seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant, and it was impossible to mobilize even a trace of magic power.

Chen Yun was sweating profusely and was about to be swallowed by the space crack. In desperation, he could only use his spiritual sense to send a panicked call to the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword that was setting up the formation below.

The demon soul that was also sucked into the rosy glow seemed to have encountered the same dilemma as Chen Yun, with a look of fear on its face.

A flash of light passed by, and Chen Yun and the Demon Soul were swallowed up by the black space crack without any resistance. At this time, a clear and pleasant chirping sound came from below.

In an instant, hundreds of golden sword beams appeared around, and then they turned into several feet long golden-red lights and rushed towards the crack.

At the same time, an extremely angry roar came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of black evil energy flashed a few times in the distance, and then appeared near the space crack as if it had teleported.

The evil spirit was extinguished instantly, revealing a huge body like a demon.

It was another ancient demon that had taken over the demon's body.

When the demon saw the demon soul being sucked into the space rift, he was shocked and angry, but he did not dare to enter the area covered by the glow.

However, it happened to catch a glimpse of Chen Yun's last few Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords flying towards the crack, so it reached out and grabbed those flying swords without hesitation.

Suddenly, a huge devil's claw appeared out of thin air above these flying swords, and then grabbed all the flying swords. Most of the flying swords made crisp chirping sounds, and immediately showed their high spirituality, avoiding the capture of the devil's claws and shooting into the cracks.

He failed to dodge two bursts of golden light in time and was actually firmly grasped by the devil's claws, unable to move at all.

At this moment, a ball of purple fire also made a whistling sound and flew from an unknown corner, and soon after it flew into the crack.

The tall ancient demon was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to take other actions, the crack in the sky suddenly shook a few times, quickly shrank and healed, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the only ones left here were this demon and the stunned silver-haired old man not far away.

The ancient demon stared blankly at the place where the space crack disappeared, his face full of astonishment and uneasiness, then he suddenly turned his head to look at the old man, a violent emotion revealed on his ferocious face.

The silver-haired old man was shocked, and quickly raised his hand to release a yellow flying sword to protect his body, then slowly retreated, while secretly groaning in his heart.

However, he glanced around inadvertently and an ecstatic expression appeared on his face again.

"Oh my! Isn't this Fellow Daoist Cheng? What on earth happened here? What kind of monster is this?"

A plain voice suddenly came from a distant place, and a team of practitioners in green robes appeared more than a hundred feet away.

The green-robed old man who was leading the group couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the huge demon with two heads and six arms.

This person is none other than Dongmen Tu, the great elder of the Yuling Sect.

The three people behind him were the three survivors of the Five Elements Spirit Infants.

"Indeed, I am also confused by this!"

Almost at the same time, a low voice came from another direction.

Then, more than a dozen rays of light came flying over. Each person was wearing a black robe, obviously the attire of the Ghost Spirit Sect’s disciples.

The leader of the team was Elder Zhong from the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Both teams of practitioners witnessed the last moment when the space rift disappeared, and everyone was extremely surprised.

"This is a long story. Let's deal with this demon first. But fellow Taoists, please be careful. This demon is very powerful. If you are not careful, you will be in danger of life and death."

The silver-haired old man smiled helplessly and could only muster up the courage to say this.

Dongmen Tu and Elder Zhong looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. They immediately became alert and led the practitioners behind them to approach cautiously, tightly surrounding the demon that was several feet tall in the center.

The eyes on the demon's two huge heads slowly turned, examining the human practitioners around them.

The corner of one of the faces' mouth twitched, revealing a deep murderous intent.

The other face showed a half-smile, with a mocking look in the eyes.

This thing was also silent, waving calmly in the air with only its four arms that looked light but were actually powerful.

Immediately, four huge dark light blades appeared from all directions, which was jaw-dropping.

Then, with a slight tremor, each giant blade emitted a sharp, piercing, and heart-shaking sound.

When the silver-haired old man witnessed this familiar scene, his expression instantly became extremely gloomy, as if he had a premonition that something ominous was about to happen.

The moment he fell into the space rift, Chen Yun felt that the light around him was too dazzling, making it impossible for him to open his eyes, so he could only close his eyes tightly.

At the same time, because the magic power in his body had long disappeared, he felt dizzy and extremely painful all over his body. (End of this chapter)