Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 311 takes shape!Geng Jin Jie Lei Sword returns to Luan Ming Sect
Then, Yang Gan pointed with a solemn expression at the obsidian sandstone, a rare stone specially used to refine the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and suddenly a terrifying white arc burst out from the stone.

The white electric arc pulled the obsidian sandstone and poured straight into the huge Thunder Tower. With a buzzing sound, the golden light in the formation seemed to be even more brilliant.

Then, Yang Qianxian took out thousands of precious materials and put them into the formation one by one.

For a time, the entire formation was radiant with light and power surged, as if the mystery of the universe was tumbling within it.

Yang Qianxian's face became more and more serious. He knew clearly that the next step was the most critical moment, and he had to wait patiently for the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword to take shape.

Five days.

Ten days.

20 days.

More than two months have passed.

Yang Qian's calm expression finally changed slightly, becoming more cautious.

For more than two months, Yang Qian has been patiently guiding the materials in the magic circle to change the fusion shape. Every small change of materials requires his careful consideration to prevent one wrong step from causing unforeseen consequences. .

And now, we have finally reached the final stage of the magic weapon.

forming.

His expression became more and more serious, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

Yang Qian knew that this last step was the most critical and the most energy-consuming. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and ripples appeared in his eyes that were originally as calm as water.

The power of thunder and lightning in the stone room is getting stronger and stronger, as if it has condensed into substance, visible to the naked eye.

Finally, at a certain moment, Yang Qian felt something in his heart and opened his eyes slightly.

"The power of heaven and earth, listen to my orders!"

Without hesitation, he concentrated all his magic power into the formation, and gradually drew out the "Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword" he had refined.

"Sword come!"

Following Yang Gan's loud shout, a dazzling white stream of light flew out of the formation in an instant.

hum!
A dazzling white stream of light flew out from the formation in an instant, as if teleporting.

With a twist, the brilliance dissipated, revealing its true appearance.

It turned into a slender sword that was entirely silver-white and the blade was only a few inches long.

There were many strange runes engraved on it, and it exuded a heart-stopping turbulent aura.

Geng Jin Tribulation Thunder Sword!
This is the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword that he poured into thousands of rare materials and spent countless efforts to refine!

"It's formed!"

Yang Qian was overjoyed, the tiredness on his face disappeared, and his eyes were blazing.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, and immediately stretched out his hand to catch the dazzling white flying sword, just like reaching for the moon and stars.

Swish.

The small white sword that released the cold aura turned into a stream of light and flew towards him quickly, breaking through the void and making bursts of slight explosions.

When it arrived in front of Yang Gan's hand, the small white sword swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became more than four feet long. He firmly grasped the hilt of the sword and held it in his hand.
Yang Gan narrowed his eyes, tightened the hilt of the white flying sword in his hand, then raised his left hand and gently slid it across the sword. His fingers suddenly flicked on the blade, and he heard a crisp sound. The sound of "ding" sounded, and a white Gengjin Tribulation Thunder suddenly burst out from the blade of the sword, like a spirit snake spitting a letter, with a crackling sound, and rushed straight into the air.

Yang Qian swung his sword smoothly, and the sword energy was like silk, and the buzzing sound like spring thunder echoed in the air.

It's sizzling!

This slender bolt of lightning flew out from the tip of the sword and split everything in the formation, like cutting through a layer of window paper.

The sword was swung out with unparalleled power!

"hiss--"

Yang Qian took a breath of cold air. Although he had hardly used much mana just now, he was able to achieve this level just by relying on the power of the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword. It was indeed extremely powerful.

"It is indeed the best attack among the Five Elements Thunder Techniques!" Yang Qian stroked the silver-white sword body and praised it again and again.

Looking at the silver Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword, his thoughts flowed like water.

The cold light of the sword body reflected Yang Gan's handsome face. With a thought, his consciousness was immersed in the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword.

In an instant, he felt an unparalleled force of Gengjin energy, like thousands of galloping horses, rushing towards him overwhelmingly.

This Gengjin Qi is like the essence of heaven and earth, unparalleled in strength and sharpness, just like cutting with a knife. This invisible shock wave uses the sword as a medium to impact his body, even though he is not weak at all at the moment. Everyone felt a sense of discomfort in the body of the transformed monster.

This flying sword is so powerful!

Yang Gan was pleasantly surprised.

Fortunately, this is his own flying sword, and it will not cause real harm to him. Wherever his thoughts go, the Geng-Gold Tribulation Thunder will move, and when his thoughts stop, the Geng-Gold Tribulation Thunder will stop.

Gently releasing his palm, Yang Qian used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword.

Under his control, the Geng-Gold Tribulation Thunder Sword continued to shuttle back and forth in the void, emitting bursts of slight explosions, and then each large or small phantom of the Geng-Gold Tribulation Thunder Sword continued to separate from the Geng-Gold Tribulation Thunder Sword itself. It came out and flew out in all directions with a mighty force.

And at a certain moment, the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword seemed to be connected with Yang Qian's mind, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if time had been frozen, and the aura of heaven and earth around the sword became silent.

"Come together!" Yang Qian shouted in a low voice and made a fist with his hands.Countless flying sword shadows gathered together in one place, re-condensing into a huge Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword.

His right hand slowly spread out, and Yang Qian was not seen chanting the formula.

The huge flying sword floating in the air instantly turned into a bright silver-white stream of light, rushing towards Yang Gan's palm at a terrifying speed.

"Everything is ready." A mini white flying sword floated and spun in his hand, Yang Qian's face was filled with joy.

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword in one gulp, then dropped it into his Dantian and let it rest quietly.

Yang Qian closed his eyes, raised his heart to the sky, silently activated the power of the two divine thunders, and started the thunder spell.

Soon, calm returned to the cave.

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Human world.

Luan Mingzong.

Luanfeng Mountains.

It is majestic and the mountains are steep.

A purple startling rainbow appeared from the horizon, like a shooting star, escaping at an extremely fast speed, carrying a majestic momentum.

That purple rainbow light cut through the sky, shocking the mountains and rivers.

The air was filled with strong currents that seemed to tear apart the trees on the mountains.

The purple light rolled under the sun, suddenly changed its direction, and shot straight towards the east of Luanfeng Mountain Range.

The majestic pressure even alarmed most of the monks in the Luanfeng Mountain Range.

"Who is that?"

"It's hard to say. Looking at this escape speed, even the elders in the sect who are in the pill formation stage are far behind!"

"See where this senior is going, he's heading to the east?"

Throughout the Luanfeng Mountain Range, many disciples were talking and having some doubts in their hearts.

"Which senior is this, and why did he come to our Luan Ming Sect?" In a valley somewhere in the mountains, a round-faced young man asked strangely, raising his head and looking into the distance.

"Hey, Junior Brother Feng, you have just started in the past few years, so it is normal not to know." The man in soap robe next to him heard this and said without looking back.

"Oh? Senior Brother Yun, do you recognize this senior?" The round-faced boy showed a hint of surprise.

The man in soap robe saw that the purple frightening rainbow had disappeared, and then turned his head, with a look of hatred for steel, he shook his head and sighed: "Junior brother Feng, you are usually very clever, why are you so slow this time? Our Luanming Sect is the number one sect in the Tiandao Alliance. Brother, I have not told you before that you should think carefully about the ancestors of the sect."

"Ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage?" The round-faced boy almost bit his tongue when he heard this, with a look of horror on his face.

As the most powerful person in the Luanming Sect, the ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage can only be counted in the palm of his hand from top to bottom in the entire sect.

The man in soap robe smiled and said nothing. Seeing this, the round-faced boy gradually calmed down and buried his head in thought.

After standing still for a moment, the round-faced boy suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed: "I remember! The purple escape light. Could it be that Ancestor Yang?!"

"That's right!" The soap-robed man nodded with envy on his face, "This Patriarch Yang is not an ordinary Supreme Elder. His cultivation level is only lower than that of the two sect masters in the sect. It is even rumored that if it is discussed, Fighting alone, Patriarch Yang can be called the No. 1 in our Luanming Sect! It's a pity that we have never been able to see him, alas."

The soap-robed man shook his head, with a look of deep regret on his face.

"It's a pity that Patriarch Yang has always devoted himself to cultivation, and even looks for opportunities to practice outside all year round. It is rare to find one in the sect for several years."

The round-faced boy opened his mouth when he heard these words, but finally swallowed them with admiration, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Ancestor Yang"

"Nuan Ying cultivator!"

The news of the return of Luanming Sect's new Supreme Elder was like a thunder, instantly setting off a frenzy within the sect.

Yang Qian had already expected this and did not ask his disciples to hide the news.

He first returned to the cave and stayed with Xin Ruyin for several days, consolidating and improving the beauty's cultivation.

Afterwards, Yang Qian came to Luanming Hall at the top.

The ones guarding the palace gate were naturally no longer the red-faced old man before, but were replaced by two young foundation-building disciples.

The two foundation-building disciples guarding the main hall looked at Yang Qian who was walking slowly towards him. They were both in awe and knelt down on the ground, shouting "Old Ancestor Yang"!
Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the two men, Yang Qian walked into Luan Ming Hall unhurriedly.

As early as after he returned to the cave, he sent the transmission talisman to Long Han and Feng Bing. Now they were already waiting in the main hall.

creak-

In the Luanming Hall, Long Han and Feng Bing sat upright on the high platform with solemn expressions. They looked at Yang Qian who was walking slowly in the hall, with warm smiles on their faces.

"Junior Brother Yang, you are finally back."

"I'm back." Yang Gan smiled and nodded slightly.

From then on, he, Long Han and Feng Bing stayed in Luanming Hall for several hours, but no one came out.

Sometimes there were low voices of discussion in the hall, sometimes there was silence, and there were even occasional earth-shaking sounds.

(End of this chapter)