Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 345 Xuanji Qingyi and the Successors of Six Paths

A cold light suddenly appeared in Yang Qian's eyes, and he suddenly snorted coldly. A terrifying consciousness pierced the sea of ​​consciousness of the two of them. The two blood-blue thunder clouds screamed together, and the two fell directly from the cloud. Down.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian nodded expressionlessly at their fallen corpses, and a dazzling white arc shot out. After a flash, it strangely arrived in front of the bloody thunder cloud, instantly piercing through it. But he passed by and disappeared.

The screams of the two members of the Counter Star Alliance suddenly stopped, and large amounts of blood rained down.

Yang Qian didn't even give the two men a chance to use his secret technique, and strangled them to death with lightning speed.

Then, he waved at the two blood-green thunderclouds.

In an instant, the blood color on the thundercloud quickly faded and turned into cyan arcs of lightning flying towards them again.

He fired two purple spells and disappeared into the lightning.

Suddenly, the thunder cloud teleported in front of him with a "Zila" sound. It turned around and transformed into two cyan cloaks. He took a moment to look at them.

"Liangyi Qinglei Cloak." Yang Qian stared at the small ancient characters on the cloak and muttered to himself, with a trace of satisfaction flashing on his face.

These two ancient treasures possess the extremely rare magical power of lightning escape and teleportation. If used for escape, they are definitely top-level existences. Even though they are a bit useless to him, they are still far behind his Ziyun Wings, let alone Yang Qian. He has already had some thoughts on the more powerful Wind and Thunder Wings.

But if these two cloaks are re-sacrificially refined and given to the beautiful woman, they will be a rare life-saving thing.

After playing with it for a moment, Yang Qian turned his hand and put the two cloaks into the storage ring.

The next moment, the purple cloud wings behind him spread out, thunder sounded, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, Yang Qian returned to the sea area full of chilling atmosphere.

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying a hint of saltiness, but it could not conceal the heavy solemnity.

He saw the three black and thin old men. They were still staying in place, showing indescribable awe in their respect.

"I am subordinate to Yu Ming!"

"Zhao Honggou!"

"Lian Chen Bi!"

"Meet the Deputy Palace Master!"

The thin black old man, the middle-aged man with a yellow face, and the young man in a soap robe all knelt down respectfully in front of Yang Gan's void. Their bodies leaned forward slightly, their heads lowered, and their expressions were solemn, as if they were worshiping the gods in their hearts.

Seeing Yang Qian nod in response, the three of them stood up, but they still looked respectful.

"The three of you, please tell us the latest situation. Where did Old Xuanji and Old Demon Qingyi go?" Yang Gan put his hands behind his back, glanced at the three of them, and said lightly.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man secretly raised his eyelids and saw that the two thin and dark old men were about to stop talking. He rolled his eyes and immediately opened his mouth:

"Reporting to the deputy palace master, we have learned that they seem to have gathered from Xuanyin Island. According to a demon kid, they should be near Changli Island now." His voice was a little hoarse, but he tried his best to remain cautious. and humility.

After the yellow-faced middle-aged man finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to become duller, like a dark cloud pressing over his head, making people breathless.

Neither the black and thin old man nor the other old man spoke. After looking at each other wordlessly, they stood there silently, as if waiting for Yang Qian's next instruction.

After listening to the yellow-faced middle-aged man's reply, Yang Gan's face was expressionless, showing no emotion or joy. "Changli Island" he nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of depth in his eyes, "If I remember correctly, the island seems to be the residence of the White Water Sword Sect." His voice echoed over the sea, making People feel an inexplicable pressure.

"Exactly!" The thin black old man spoke first, with a humble tone. He ignored the twitching of the eyes of the yellow-faced middle-aged man and said bluntly, "Although the White Water Sword Sect has always claimed to be a neutral sect, it is actually a sect inherited by our Star Palace. Branch, many Star Guard disciples in the palace were selected from the White Water Sword Sect."

Yang Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Okay, I already know. Please wait and go immediately." After saying this, he lowered his voice and started transmitting the message directly.

The skinny black old man, the middle-aged man with a yellow face, and the young man in a soap robe had serious expressions on their faces. They nodded heavily while listening.

As Yang Gan's voice fell, the three guardians shook unconsciously, and they all lowered their heads, as if they were accepting some important order.

Yang Gan's words not only shocked them, but also made them feel an irresistible majesty.

A deserted island in the south of Changli Island.

A spiritual boat as tall as a pavilion, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, is floating quietly in the sky above the island. It is made of pure white and flawless jade, emitting a green-red glow like water waves.

Inside the spirit boat, there is a luxurious hall with a length of more than ten feet and a width of more than ten feet. It is magnificent and magnificent, like a small palace.

The floor in the hall was covered with a red brocade carpet, the high ceiling was inlaid with bright gems, and a long sandalwood table was placed in the middle. The table was inlaid with gold edges and silver threads, and shone brightly under the light.

There are more than a dozen exquisite chairs placed around the table. The backs of the chairs are carved with various complicated patterns, making them look noble and elegant.

At this moment, three people were talking around the table.

One is an elderly Confucian scholar with a yellow robe and white eyebrows and a thin face.

This person has one hand leisurely behind his back, and the other hand is holding an old scroll of bamboo slips and he is looking at it with relish. He shakes his head from time to time. He looks a bit like a nerd. He is clearly a Nascent Soul. Early monk.

The person opposite him was a barefooted young man wearing linen clothes and wearing a high crown. He was about 27 or [-] years old. He had a handsome and elegant appearance, and there was a faint golden light shooting out from between his eyebrows. He didn't know what kind of technique he was practicing.

The barefoot young man's forehead cultivation aura was only in the late stage of pill formation, but he was actually on an equal footing with the old man in Confucian robes across from him, with an indifferent expression and no hint of restraint.

As for the main seat, there was an ordinary-looking red-faced old man with an easy-going smile. He exposed his breasts without any scruples, and seemed not to care about other people's eyes. His goatee was extremely black. He just sat carelessly on the Taishi chair, chatting and laughing, seemingly out of tune with everything around him.

"Nephew Wen Xian, you tricked that purple spirit girl into here, but you just locked her in the spirit boat. You can actually hold it back even for a moment. You are truly worthy of being a disciple of the Supreme Saint of the Six Paths." said the person on the Grand Master's chair. The red-faced old man smiled slightly and spoke to the barefoot young man with interest.

"Hehe! Elder Xuanji is so complimentary. Although Wen is lustful, he is not in a hurry. Fairy Ziling is known as the most beautiful woman in the Star Sea. She has a peerless appearance that I have only seen in my life. Naturally, I have to cultivate my feelings well. After all, this kind of With such a charming appearance, I’m afraid it will be difficult to meet another person in the future.” The barefoot young man smiled. Although he had not yet condensed his Nascent Soul, he was extremely confident when talking to the red-faced old man.

His identity is none other than Wen Tianren, the only descendant of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, the leader of the Chaotic Star Sea Demonic Path.

"What Elder Xuanji said is absolutely true! Young Master Wen is actually so elegant. According to Taoist friends, he can be called the number one alchemist in Luan Xinghai. He can also be polite and polite when dealing with a female cultivator of the same level. It really impresses me. That's it." The old man in Confucian shirt suddenly put down the old bamboo slips in his hand and said with a smile on his face.

Opposite Wen Tianren has a strong background and high strength. Even the old man in Confucian shirt who has the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation does not dare to offend easily.

"Junior Qingyi is so complimentary." The barefoot young man raised the corner of his mouth and showed a trace of satisfaction on his face. As a famous successor of the Six Paths in the Luanxing Sea, with his cultivation in the late stage of Dan Jie, he was on an equal footing with the early Yuanying monks. Such a status , he is extremely useful.

The three of them were chatting about each other, and they seemed to be quite speculative.

After a while, the red-faced old man at the main seat suddenly said: "By the way, fellow Taoist Qingyi, you are not meditating on Nanhe Island, so this time you actually crossed half of the inner star sea to come here, which really surprised me. "

(End of this chapter)