Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Yang Gan's eyes were like a torch, staring at the red fire dragon that was flying backwards in the distance. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a trace of ridicule.

This red fire dragon, which was only at the eighth level, tried to compete with him with its flesh and blood body. It was simply humiliating itself and throwing eggs at rocks.

Yang Qian's physical body is so powerful, it cannot be compared to ordinary transformed monsters.

This physical body has been polished and practiced countless times, combined with several body-refining techniques, and with the help of countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it has created the Wushang body it has today.

Every inch of Yang Gan's muscles contains unimaginable power, which has exceeded the limits of Yuanying stage monks.

He stared at the red fire dragon coldly. In his eyes, this red fire dragon was just an ant that was overestimating its capabilities. How could it be worthy of competing with him.

Suddenly.

Yang Gan raised his arm slightly, and an invisible momentum burst out instantly, surging out like a violent storm, seeming to completely destroy the surrounding waves and rocks.

As the red fire dragon flew upside down, it raised its head in fear, with deep fear in its eyes.

It finally realized how huge the gap between itself and Yang Qian was.

But before the red fire dragon could make a move, a pair of silver-white feather wings suddenly appeared from behind Yang Gan. With a sizzling sound, and with the flash of electric arc, his figure disappeared in an instant.

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As fast as lightning, as fast as the wind.

In the blink of an eye, in a few flashes, Yang Qianru's godlike and demonic figure immediately appeared in the red fire dragon's eyes.

Two dazzling sword lights suddenly shined brightly, one gold and one silver, and disappeared in a swish.

The red fire dragon was already injured, so he could only try his best to use his other sharp claw to make a defensive posture.

An incredible scene appeared!

At this moment, a purple lotus flower suddenly bloomed under the feet of the red fire dragon. Wherever the lotus shadow flashed, a cold air that condensed everything suddenly burst out, immediately making the dragon shudder subconsciously, and his body couldn't help but pause. For a moment.

And in this moment's delay, the two dazzling sword lights, one gold and one silver, suddenly emerged from the void, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, and slashed around the dragon's head. With a click, the huge dragon rolled down from the neck.

The thick scales on its neck were unable to block the attack in the slightest.

The Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword and Yimu Zhenglei Sword, with Yang Qian's training, have become more and more indestructible.

At the moment when the dragon's head fell, Yang Qian's hand did not stop at all, and he pointed at the two flying swords suddenly. There was a loud thunderclap, and two thick golden arcs popped out from the sword at the same time, turning into a golden grid, heading towards him. Under the hood.

Almost at the same time, a red light suddenly flashed from the neck of the dragon corpse, and a mini red dragon hurriedly shot into the air, but it just happened to plunge into the golden net.

By the time he felt something was wrong and wanted to change his route and escape, the power grid had already closed, leaving him a caged bird.

At this moment, Jiaohun's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and he spat out wisps of red flames from his mouth, hitting the golden net, trying to break through the net and escape.

But Yang Qian, who had been prepared for it, snorted coldly. Without seeing what he did, the power grid shrank sharply, and after a moment, the dragon soul was trapped in a small place of about ten feet.

This is the rare red fire dragon essence, and it is one of the materials for Yang Qian to continue practicing the Dragon Transformation Art. Therefore, he carefully controlled the power grid, then turned his palm, and an ink-colored vial appeared in his hand.

Yang Gan raised his hand and made a casual move towards the power grid. Countless slender golden threads spurted out from the net and intertwined towards the center. The dragon soul tried desperately to dodge, but there was no way to escape in such a small place. After a while, it was wrapped into a golden ball of silk the size of a fist, and could no longer struggle.

At this time, Yang Gan pointed the vial in his hand at the golden ball and shook it gently. A piece of white light spurted out from the vial, and in a blink of an eye, the golden ball was swept into it and sucked into the vial.

Yang Qian's expression relaxed!

"Red Fire Jiao, I hope it can be effective on the 'Dragon Transformation Technique'." Yang Gan murmured, raised his hand and grabbed the dragon corpse wrapped in flames in the air, and suddenly another flying sword flew from the dragon's tail. Then, the head and body were also sucked into Yang Qian's storage spirit ring.

As for the eighth-level demon pill that had lost its owner, Yang Qian would not forget it, so he carefully kept it in a jade box.

The surrounding demonic clouds and sea of ​​fire naturally began to disperse little by little due to the fall of the red fire dragon.

Yang Qian took this opportunity to turn his eyes and looked at the other battlefields, only to frown inadvertently.

Fortunately, those pill-forming monks relied on more people than the seventh-level evil dragons, so they fought evenly and did not appear to be at a disadvantage.

The middle-aged man in gold robe on the other side was in a bad situation.

This Supreme Elder of the Nanhai Sect, who only had the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, was completely at a disadvantage by the eighth-level blue dragon, and he already looked a little exhausted.

"Eighth-level monsters are hard to come by, so let's get rid of this one too." Yang Gan's eyes flashed coldly, and he muttered to himself, then a purple light erupted from his body, and he was about to fly out. .

However, just as he was about to move, he immediately stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked in a certain direction with a slight frown.

At this moment, two spiritual lights flashed simultaneously in the distant sky, and then two teams of more than ten monks each shot out from two directions.

Surprisingly, it was the other two Nascent Soul Stage Supreme Elders from Nanhaimen who came with a team.

Seeing this, Yang Qian sighed and slowly fled towards the middle-aged man in gold robe.

Nanhaimen has always treated him with great courtesy and treated him like a distinguished guest. Now that two Nascent Soul stage elders have arrived, there is no pressure to kill the eighth-level blue dragon.

He was not shameless enough to kill this eighth-level dragon on the spot.

When the eighth-level blue dragon saw this scene, he immediately knew that something was wrong. He glanced at Yang Qian's position angrily, his pupils shrank immediately, and he was horrified.

The next moment, the monster let out a sharp roar, and then dived into the sea without saying a word.

It didn't expect that the red fire dragon would fall in such a short period of time, and it felt fearful of Yang Qian who was flying slowly towards him.

The other seventh-level evil dragons were also shocked when they heard this sound.

But this time, neither the middle-aged man in gold robe nor the other monks would let them escape so easily. They immediately followed and entangled them, preventing them from easily escaping into the sea.

Soon, two Nanhaimen Nascent Soul monks arrived and joined the battle.

With the combined efforts of the three of them, they were naturally able to deal with an eighth-level monster that was in the initial stage of transformation.

But even so, it took half an hour to kill this eighth-level blue dragon.

After the demon's physical body was put away, the three Nascent Soul monks from Nanhai Sect fled towards Yang Qian's location in awe.

Seeing this, Yang Gan smiled and stepped forward to greet him.

(End of this chapter)