Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 377 Crying the soul before eating again

However, Yang Gan just looked at it quietly, letting the two-headed ghost gradually become weak and weak in its struggle.

The white light only lasted for a moment before it finally dimmed and returned to normal.

The two-headed ghost also revealed its true form at this moment.It was a weak and gray body, and its existence seemed to have deliberately suppressed the breath, making people feel like a zombie that had been drained of life.Its two heads still retain the look of horror from when it faced the purple electric light, as if that light left an indelible fear in its heart.

Seeing the purple lightning disappear and the ghost body moving, he wanted to run away.

"Little guy, it's time to eat again." Yang Gan gently stroked the green hair of Xinghun at this time. Under his touch, Xinghun showed a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction, and his small body He seemed to be comforted by Yang Gan's touch.

However, Crying Soul's eyes looked at the two-headed ghost not far away from time to time, as if it felt something on that frail body, and there was an inexplicable expectation in its eyes.

Yang Gan glanced at the two-headed ghost, smiled slightly, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Go ahead, I'll leave this ghost to you."

As Yang Qian's words fell.

The cry soul became active, and barked several times, as if in response to Yang Gan's order, and seemed quite happy.

Then, the crying soul used its huge nose to snort vigorously, and a ray of light spurted out from its thick nostrils.

The figure of the two-headed ghost that was about to move suddenly stiffened, and its four blood-red eyes showed a look of fear.

It tried to escape, but the glow followed it like a shadow, tightly binding it and making it unable to move. The glow seemed to have restrained power, making it impossible for the two-headed ghost to escape.

Its struggle became futile, and it could only let the rays of light bind it tightly.

in an instant.

Xinghun's nose sucked in suddenly, and a ray of light rippled like running water, sucking the two-headed ghost into its belly that was completely unable to move.

Although the strength of this two-headed ghost has reached the early stage of Nascent Soul, it was severely wounded by Yang Qian.

At this moment, it was sucked in by the crying soul, and it could only watch helplessly as it was sucked into its thick nostrils by the powerful power of the crying soul.

The gray ghost body of the two-headed ghost disappeared in the blink of an eye. The moment it was drawn into the nostrils of the crying soul, its four bloody eyes showed a look of horror, and it let out a mournful roar.

"belch--"

Crying Soul hugged its belly, sat on Yang Qian's right shoulder, and burped with satisfaction. Its eyes gradually became drowsy, as if it had been intoxicated by the delicious meal just now, and the hair on its body became even more shining in the moonlight. Glittering with a faint light.

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A place like a garden.

There are not only acres of exotic flowers and plants that cannot be named, but also seven or eight exquisitely carved jade pavilions, in which seventy or eighty monks are standing or sitting.

Most of these monks were either pale or stained with blood. They all seemed to have fought hard to get here, but at the same time, their faces could not hide the excitement.

There were even some monks who gathered together and whispered something.

Even the deacons and protectors of the Star Palace seemed to have suffered considerable damage in this ghostly mist.

The gray mist that filled the sky before was like a tangible ghost that could not be completely dispelled no matter how hard it was avoided. Even ghosts comparable to those in the late stage of Dan Formation appeared, which directly led to the death of several Star Palace protectors in the Dan Formation period.

Among this large group of monks, Han Li sat quietly outside a small pavilion, meditating quietly. His figure almost blended in with everything around him in the breeze, his eyes were deep and steady. "Has Senior Brother Yang not come out yet? With his cultivation strength, no matter how weird the ghost mist is, it should not trap him. Could it be that he discovered something in this ghost mist?"

Han Li's eyes scanned the surrounding crowd. Whether it was the Nascent Soul elders in the Star Palace, Master Sanyang, Madam Wen, and other Nascent Soul cultivators, they were all here. However, within his line of sight, there was absolutely nothing. There was no sign of Yang Gan.

In this regard, although his expression remained unchanged, he was secretly considering it in his heart.

There are not a few people who think the same thing as Han Li. After all, Yang Qian is the only one with the most powerful supernatural powers in the entire Xutian Palace, and his every move touches everyone's heartstrings.

Of course, no one will worry about Yang Qian's safety. After all, this top powerhouse who can fight against the great monks of the late Nascent Soul has long become an undefeated myth in people's hearts.

However, most monks still secretly guessed in their hearts what kind of opportunity Yang Qian encountered that delayed him for so long.

Master Sanyang and Mrs. Wen sat in two jade pavilions respectively, closing their eyes and concentrating, as if they had ignored all the disturbances in the outside world.

Their faces were as calm as water, they didn't care at all about the dynamics of the outside world, and they were immersed wholeheartedly in self-cultivation.

As for Ling Yun, the owner of Huaming Island, he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Everyone continued to wait like this, until half an hour later, the ghost mist on one side began to surge, like boiling water.

Then, large pieces of ghost mist quickly dispersed to both sides, revealing a figure. It was a handsome young man wearing a black robe. His face had an otherworldly indifference, as if he was unmoved by anything.

It was Yang Gan.

There was a suppressed exclamation from the crowd, seemingly shocked by Yang Gan's appearance.

But Yang Qian didn't care. He glanced at everyone and walked straight to the largest pavilion, where the Xinggong elder had left a place for him.

He sat cross-legged, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with him, and there was only deep calmness and indifference in his eyes.

The appearance of Yang Gan instantly made the atmosphere in the entire area tense.The guardian deacons of the Star Palace felt relieved and quietly relaxed.

They knew that with the presence of a powerful deputy palace master like Yang Qian, all troubles and dangers would disappear.

Yang Qian's majesty and strength are the source of their trust and the backbone of their hearts.

His arrival seemed to light up a bright light in the darkness, making all the fear and anxiety disappear at this moment.

After most of the day passed.

On a bare stone slab, a dazzling white light shone, causing all the monks to look sideways.

After the experience at the beginning, these monks did not show any surprise.

Sure enough, after the white light passed, a teleportation array appeared on the flat ground, the shape and size of which were exactly the same as the previous one.

This time, it was the Xinggong elder named Shangguan Jinhong who walked over unhurriedly. After checking for a moment, he spoke slowly and calmly.

(End of this chapter)