Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 166 Target: Thousand-Year-Old Ghost
At this point, Yang Qian made plans to come back. Even if the magic weapons of the six demon sect monks were unused, they could still be sold.

Moreover, Yang Qian found a lot of strange insects, spiritual beasts, and insect eggs in the storage bag of a pill-forming monk from the Yuling Sect he killed.

For example, the fire phoenix butterfly is a spiritual insect that can spit out flames. The temperature of this flame is extremely high, and it is very dangerous for ordinary foundation-building monks to encounter it.

Another example is the fossil beast, a small blue beast the size of a mouse. It is difficult to find after hiding in the stone.

It's a pity that most of these monster spirit insects have no real improvement in Yang Qian's strength. He has fed many eggs to the gold-eating insects, looking forward to the further mutation of the gold-eating insects.

There were countless other magic weapons, including several high, middle and low-level magic weapons, and more than 20 top-level magic weapons. However, they were of no use to Yang Qian, so he threw them all into the storage ring. middle.

When he went back this time, Yang Qian had no intention of looking for Xin Ruyin. He only learned from some demonic monks that Luanming Sect had indeed recruited a formation genius. With support, progress has been made by leaps and bounds.

Moreover, the power of the Tiandao League has further expanded, and there is a faint momentum to go south to annex it.

Besides, there was one more thing, which was also an unexpected surprise for Yang Gan.

In Jiang Guo's "Duotou Ridge", Yang Qian fought against the odds and broke through before the battle. He suddenly broke through the bottleneck of the middle stage of pill formation, and has since improved to a small level. It is really gratifying.

"Now that my mana has been greatly improved, and I have cultivated to the sixth level of Vajra Art, and there are many magic treasures to protect my body, I should go to the old devil of Xuangu, and that golden thunder bamboo magic weapon is suitable for my use. Yang Gan clenched his right fist, thinking of the golden thunder bamboo magic weapon in Xuan Gu's hand, he became a little excited.

Ordinary Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, if you want to advance to the Golden Thunder Bamboo level, usually have to be cultivated for more than ten thousand years. The Xuangu Old Demon does not have such a heaven-defying thing as a vial, so he simply picked up the grown Golden Thunder Bamboo. Can't?

"I really don't know how he cultivated it."

Shaking his head, Yang Gan couldn't figure it out, and after thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.

Through this battle in Tiannan, Yang Qian also had a clear understanding of his own strength. Facing the real Nascent Soul monks, he was naturally unable to cope with it, and there was an insurmountable gap.

Unless one's own cultivation is promoted to the late stage of alchemy, maybe he can have a little bit of self-protection in the fighting style of fighting against the monks of the early Yuanying stage.

This is not impossible. The old monster Qiong of Tiannan Covering the Moon Sect is a late-stage Dan-forming monk. With the special skill of Invisible Escape, it can even give the early-stage Nascent Soul monks a headache and can almost transcend. A realm of fighting.

Of course, this is only limited to the early stage of Yuanying. Facing the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying, there is no other choice but to escape. This is an absolute gap in strength.

"If the Diamond Art can break through again and reach the seventh level, even a Nascent Soul Stage monk, I will have the confidence to fight." Yang Qian buzzed, his whole body emitted a dazzling golden light, and murmured to himself with a slight sigh.

Then he smiled bitterly and withdrew the magical power of the Diamond Art.

In a short period of time, the Vajra Art is temporarily impossible to break through, it is better to think about how to capture the Golden Thunder Bamboo from the Black Bone Old Demon.

"Golden Thunder Bamboo, Xuanyin Sutra." Yang Qian touched his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face.

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Three months later.

A purple startled rainbow was speeding at a certain speed in a remote area of ​​the Chaotic Star Sea, and the figure within the light was Yang Gan.

After a few days of recovery on Luohun Island, Yang Qian couldn't wait to fly to the east of Tianxing City. According to the description in the original book, the island where the extremely yin old ghost sealed the black bone old devil is in this sea area.

"The area is huge, with a radius of more than a thousand miles. There are mostly hills and slopes on the island. Everywhere you look is gray and yellow." Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, looking around according to the description in the original book. Looking.

Unfortunately, the sea of ​​chaotic stars is too big, and there are countless islands. Even with an almost exact description of the shape, Yang Gan still found seven or eight similar islands, but he couldn't find the sealed place of Old Demon Xuangu.

"Is it possible that I'm looking for the wrong sea area? Should I look to the northeast?" Yang Gan kept looking at the light at his feet, but he hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to look north again.

"Huh? These islands are very similar!" Yang Gan's eyes lit up, with an expression of surprise on his face.

The clouds and fog dissipated in front, and an extremely large island suddenly appeared. There were hills and slopes everywhere on the island, and it was gray and yellow all over, and it seemed to be lifeless.

"This is it." Yang Qian smiled slightly and came to the southern coast of the island. He looked down with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This island is a real desert island, not only can't find any spiritual veins nearby, but also ordinary trees can't survive on the island.

All of this is naturally due to the so-called "ancient monk's cave" on the island.

"Hey, ancient monk's cave." Yang Qian thought of the rumors about the future of this place and smiled with sarcasm on his face.

Ancient monk?
Not bad, a thousand-year-old ghost can be considered an ancient monk.

An ancient ghost cultivator who eats people without spitting out their bones.

Yang Qian curled his lips, turned his head to look to the west, and thought for a moment.

"I remember it's the west, and there are still more than 100 miles to go." Yang Gan turned into a purple light again and flew straight over.

The distance of more than a hundred miles can be reached in almost a moment for the Danjie monks.

A yellow earth mountain that looked really tall appeared in Yang Gan's eyes.

The mountain is about a thousand feet high, covered in khaki, without a trace of green, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling, as if the whole body is made of loess.

As soon as Yang Qiangang flew close to the mountain, a strong wind suddenly blew up, causing sand and rocks to fly.

The boundless strong wind blows up a layer of loess on the ground, making the surrounding area immediately dark, and you can't see your fingers.

After a flash of light on Yang Gan, a body-protecting spiritual light appeared, covering him in it, and he still flew forward steadily.

This bit of sand and dust has no impact on the monks.

The wind and sand disappeared inexplicably after Yang Qianfei flew out for only more than ten miles, and soon he had arrived at the place where Tushan was.

Yang Qian came to this huge earth mountain, and after circling the entire mountain range, he appeared in a figure, as expected.

"This place is pretty good."

Yang Gan stepped forward and flew toward the belly of Tushan with his flying light, but stopped near an inconspicuous gentle slope in the middle.

(End of this chapter)