Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 298 Returning to the Spirit World
As his thoughts flowed, Yang Qian turned over and put away both of them.

Immediately, without hesitation, he rushed into the air with the "Purple Flame Sword" and another blue flying sword. However, Yang Qian didn't even look at Wan Tianming. With another wave of his hand, many treasures suddenly turned into streams of light, one by one. Into the storage ring.

Seeing Yang Qian collect many treasures and drop them lightly, Wan Tianming Yuanying showed a resentful expression in front of him.

He stared at Yang Qian with unusually cold eyes, his lips tightly closed without saying a word.

Seeing the scene just now, especially the destruction of the spiritual thoughts on the Xuanhuang Mirror, Wan Tianming felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, his face instantly turned pale, and all the treasures were taken away by the other party, which made the look of resentment in his eyes... It’s getting thicker and thicker.

Obviously, the leader of the Wanfa Sect knew very well that since the two sides had already fought to such an extent, any words of begging for mercy would simply be humiliating themselves.

Probably the only thing he regretted was that he didn't use a secret technique to cut off the Nascent Soul before he was restrained.

Now that Yang Qian has been completely restrained, he wants to self-destruct his Nascent Soul, but he can't even think about it.

Han Li looked at the restrained Wan Tianming Nascent Soul, smiled slightly, and didn't say a word. Instead, he shook his sleeves and a green vial flew out, reaching the top of Nascent Soul's head in a flash.

Yang Qian washed the vial gently.

The green bottle mouth was turned upside down, and the white light inside continued to flow. A stream of rays of rays of light spurted out, sweeping in the Nascent Soul of Ten Thousand Days of Light and sucking it into the bottle.

Yang Gan then raised his hand and struck Yimu Zhenglei Sword in the distance.

The Zhimu Feijian quickly turned and shot towards this side. After a flash, it disappeared directly into Yang Qian's sleeve and disappeared.

It was only then that Yang Qian put away the turquoise bottle magic weapon and turned it into a purple rainbow and escaped downwards without hesitation.

After a moment, purple light flashed, and Yang Gan's figure reappeared above a cliff on Demon Lake Island.

Below, the mutated three-eyed leopard's body lay quietly in the rubble. The broken bones, shredded skin and flesh, and tattered internal organs slowly flowed out from the wounds.

Next to it, there was the fallen body of Wan Tianming. One arm and half of his shoulder were missing. The ground was red with blood spurting out. A small gray bag, covered in blood, hung on the cloth.

Mutated three-eyed leopard.

Yang Gan rolled his eyes and saw that this bearded spiritual beast was originally only seriously injured, but was affected by Wan Tianming's spell not long ago and died.

Shaking his head, Yang Qian clasped his five fingers together and grabbed the beast's body. Suddenly, a big hand transformed by the power of thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air above the mutated three-eyed leopard, and he fished it down like lightning.

He grabbed a bright yellow demon elixir in his hand, and immediately shot it back with his big hand.

And Yang Qian grabbed it with one hand again, and the storage bag on Wan Tianming's remains flew up out of thin air and was also captured in his hand.

"Leave here first. You can come back anytime."

Yang Gan murmured to himself, let go of his consciousness, and scanned the Demon Lake Island and the nearby sea area for more than a hundred miles. After confirming that there were no living creatures, his mind moved.

An incredible scene appeared!

I saw a layer of black shadow appearing on the surface of Yang Gan's skin without warning. This shadow continued to expand outward, like the stars at night, flowing out at an incomparable mysterious speed, completely covering Yang Gan's body. Covered, like a vast and boundless dark galaxy, quietly flowing in his body.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this strange phenomenon, and became blurry, as if a black hole of nothingness was gradually forming. In an instant, a human-shaped black hole appeared, and Yang Qian swayed in this figure and disappeared inside. Gone.

The black hole slowly disappeared, and everything returned to calm. *
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Spirit world.

There is a barren mountain near the intersection between Tianyuan Realm and Xuanwu Realm. Under the sunlight, the tall and majestic mountain looks majestic and majestic.

However, there is a strange and mysterious space hidden in the heart of the mountain.

This space is as dark as ink, as if all the light has been swallowed up, making people shudder.

In this dark space, a figure sat quietly in the center.

He was wearing a black brocade robe with intricate patterns embroidered on it, shining brightly in the darkness.

His face was deep, with distinct features, and a faint radiance appeared on the surface of his skin.

The person sitting cross-legged had his eyes closed tightly, as if he was practicing some kind of profound technique.

His breathing was even and deep, as if he was feeling the power within his body.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and a powerful breath spurted out from him.

"Congeal!"

The figure suddenly opened his mouth and spat out, and an ancient text with golden light condensed from in front of him. The golden light on the words seemed to become more intense, like the light of the sun passing through the dark abyss.

At this time, the surrounding stone walls suddenly burst into dazzling light.

Ancient runes gradually appeared on the stone wall, as if they had come alive.

The next moment, the figure suddenly opened his eyes, and the frightening light flashed away.

If it’s not Yang Qian, who is it?
He saw Yang Qian slowly withdrawing his power, lying cross-legged on the ground with a thoughtful expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

The small green bottle containing Wan Tianming's Nascent Soul was placed on the ground beside him, with the mouth of the bottle open and empty, but there was no trace of the Nascent Soul.

"Tianluo True Skill is worthy of being one of the three great Confucian magic skills in the chaotic sea of ​​stars. It is really not easy to practice. I have never been exposed to Confucian skills. With my current vision and knowledge, the rest of the month has been amazing. Just enough to get started." Yang Qian thought to himself and shook his head slightly.

Naturally, Tianluo Zhengong will not be his main practice, but many of its secret techniques and formulas have unimaginable benefits for future practice, especially the art of speaking the truth, which makes him quite envious.

"It doesn't matter, Confucian Kung Fu is different from Taoism and Buddhism, so we need to consider it in the long term."

Yang Gan touched his chin and said this.

To his regret, there is no more "Tianluo True Thunder" in Wan Tianming's storage bag. According to the content of the exercises recorded in "Tianluo True Skill", if he wants to refine Tianluo True Thunder, It takes a monk's own majestic mana to refine one for decades, which is not worth the loss. No wonder Wan Tianming only has three Tianluo True Thunders in his body. If this kind of thing can be refined in large quantities, it will be directly used in a battle. Offering twenty or thirty pieces would be too much for even a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

After sitting thoughtfully for a while, Yang Qian turned over his hand and took out a wooden box covered with forbidden talismans. With a slight flick, many talismans on the wooden box flew down.

With a snap, the box opened, revealing a golden Nascent Soul inside.

It's a pretty beard.

(End of this chapter)