Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The two white-clothed elders calmly walked to the front of the teleportation formation, bowed and inspected carefully.

After a while, the two men looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay, there is no problem with this teleportation array. From here, you will reach the outer hall of Xutian Palace. Everyone, please move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan Jinhong and Yu Qingying, the two Star Palace elders, gracefully returned to Yang Gan, lowered their eyes, and fell into meditation again.

As soon as these words came out, the alchemy monks in the hall all had expressions of surprise, whispering to each other, and looking at each other.

However, before they could recover, Master Sanyang took the lead and landed on the jade pillar without hesitation, stepping into the teleportation array.In a flash of white light, he was teleported away.

Mrs. Wen followed closely behind. She glanced coldly at Yang Qian who was meditating, and left the hall without saying a word.

Then, Ling Yun, the owner of Huaming Island, also set out.He bowed to Yang Qian and other Nascent Soul cultivators from a distance, and then walked towards the teleportation array.

'I regret that I didn't listen to my old friend and shouldn't have gone into this troubled water. Ling Yun sighed and disappeared from the teleportation array.

At the same time, everyone in the Star Palace seemed calm and leisurely. They did not show any anxious expressions and were still waiting patiently.

Han Li observed the surrounding situation calmly.

He first glanced at Yang Gan who was meditating, and then turned his gaze to Zhao Honggou not far away.

His eyes paused for a moment on Zhao Honggou, feeling slightly surprised.

He just met Zhao Honggou's eyes, but found that the other party was also looking at him.

Han Li quickly looked away and cursed secretly in his heart.

He thought helplessly, how could he meet the other person's eyes again?
He didn't want to get entangled with Zhao Honggou again.

Suddenly, an elder from a small sect who was in the core formation stage flashed and jumped down.

This move immediately alarmed the surrounding monks, and some monks who were closer also rushed to where the teleportation array was.

Suddenly, the white light in the teleportation array flashed non-stop, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the monks in the hall were missing.

Many Star Palace deacons had a look of anxiety on their faces, but seeing the many Nascent Soul elders who were still as stable as a mountain, they still calmed down and waited patiently.

Fortunately, it was just a cup of tea.

Yang Gan stopped meditating and opened his eyes, shining brightly like stars, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"Let's go."

Elder Xinggong Yuanying was the first to respond, followed closely by the deacons of the Dharma Protector in the Dan Formation stage. They acted quickly and their figures disappeared from the teleportation array.

After a while, only a quiet hall and Yang Gan's lonely figure were left.

With a faint look in his eyes, Yang Gan stepped into the teleportation array.

The white light shone, and Yang Gan's figure disappeared, leaving only the empty hall.

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first round.

A place of injustice.

In the extremely desolate land, the sky is covered with gray, and endless gray mist is floating everywhere. There are gusts of dark wind blowing in the mist, accompanied by the faint sound of ghosts crying and screaming.

These gray-white ghost fogs are boiling and rolling as if they are alive.

Yang Qian walked leisurely, the purple thunder light faintly emitting from his body dispersing all the ghost mist that came upon him.On his shoulder lies a cute little spirit beast, which looks like a monkey, with a high nose and a body covered with green hair. It sits still and looks extremely well-behaved.

"Xiaohun, I can make you full this time." Yang Qian stretched out his finger, causing Xiaohun to scream happily twice and jump into his palm.

Just after being teleported, Yang Gan encountered a large group of low-level ghosts. In line with the principle of not wasting, he summoned the crying soul and made these ghosts become the delicacies of the crying soul.

Unfortunately, no high-level ghosts were encountered here.With Yang Qian's escape speed, he quickly searched half of the area. In order to satisfy the appetite of the crying soul, he stayed here for a while longer.

Yang Qian whispered to himself: "If you can't encounter high-level ghosts, there is no point in staying here."

At this moment, Yang Qian raised his eyebrows suddenly, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Just listening, the sound of ghosts crying suddenly started loudly in my ears.

"Haunting Ghost Voice!"

This spell is an innate spell of high-level demons and ghosts. As long as it is used against the enemy, the blood of the opponent whose cultivation is far lower than one's own can flow backwards, making the opponent unable to control himself and dancing wildly. It is really a very destructive ghost technique. !

But it is of no great use to opponents whose cultivation level is higher than one's own.

It fell on Yang Qian and had no impact at all.

In the air, a soul-stirring note jumped out, followed by a creepy giant two-headed ghost.

This monster has two terrifying heads and a slender tail, more like an evil ghost hiding in the shadows.

Its body showed a dull gray color, except for its four eyes, which were as dark red as blood and glowed with a strange light.

Surprisingly, apart from these two pairs of blood-stained eyes, the demonic aura on his body was very light, with a vague appearance.

"Yes, I actually broke through the constraints and reached the early stage of Nascent Soul. It's a big boost." Yang Qian clapped his hands and laughed, his tone full of surprise.

The crying soul on his shoulder couldn't contain the excitement in his heart and was eager to try. However, he did not dare to step forward alone because he was afraid of the strength of this ghost.

"Little one, I will help you."

Yang Qian chuckled, flipped his right hand, and a purple thunder ball the size of a walnut appeared in his palm with a sizzling sound.

There was a hissing sound in the thunderball, and fine arcs of electricity jumped in all directions.

After the two-headed ghost saw the purple thunder ball, it couldn't help but be startled, and then its four blood-red eyes were swollen, showing a look of fear.

But before it could react, Yang Qian flicked his finger into the void, and with a buzz, the purple thunder ball flashed away like lightning.

An incredible scene appeared!

Above the head of the two-headed ghost, a purple thunder ball suddenly appeared, and then with a bang, like an exploding colored ball, it turned into countless fine purple power grids and fell from the sky.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be dyed a mysterious purple, reflecting in all directions.

When the two-headed ghost saw this scene, its two heads showed a look of horror at the same time.

But all this happened too fast, and before any action could be taken, the purple power grid above it exploded when Yang Qian lightly uttered the word "ji".

The hot and dazzling purple light completely submerged the huge body in it, and only its figure could be vaguely seen.

Covered by the purple electric grid, the two-headed ghost struggled and roared in pain.

The sound was like a nightmarish roar, echoing in the air, making it creepy. (End of chapter)