Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Even if Nanlong Hou and others deliberately concealed their whereabouts, how could their movements be hidden from Yang Qian's keen insight.

After two days of patient waiting, Yang Qian finally noticed something strange. Nanlong Hou, Han Li and others had left Tiantian City one after another.

At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes as deep as the sea, and at the same time, the practice of "Dayan Jue" was temporarily put on hold.

The coincidences of fate are always amazing.

Just the day before, Yang Qian achieved enlightenment during his practice, breaking through the bottleneck of "Dayan Jue" and successfully reaching the sixth level.

At this moment, he already holds the seventh-level skills formula, which was taught by God Lord Dayan himself two days ago.

It is foreseeable that as long as he practices step by step, Yang Qian can easily cultivate to the state of Dzogchen, and it will only take a few years at most.

What's more worth mentioning is that Yang Qian, who was promoted to the sixth level, has further improved his consciousness.

Now, he no longer needs to rely on the divine will of Lord Dayan to display the incomparably powerful "Shocking Thorn".

Previously, Yang Qian could only release the slightly inferior "Lost God Thorn" with his own spiritual consciousness. Now, all these restrictions have disappeared.

"Boy Yang, why did you stop? Is it because of that Dark Spirit Root boy?" Inside the gilded gourd, God Lord Dayan was immersed in the mystery of the ancient puppetry, but he suddenly noticed a strange movement in the outside world and frowned. Frowning slightly, "But is there any movement from that dark spirit root boy?"

Yang Qian touched his nose, chuckled, and said leisurely: "Fellow Daoist Dayan's eyes are indeed bright, they have already set off."

"Then let's set off quickly, don't let that kid run away without a trace." The golden villain transformed by God Dayan urged him. He was naturally extremely concerned about his own reconstruction.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's chase him quickly. Don't let that kid disappear." The little golden man transformed by God Dayan hurriedly urged, with a hint of anxiety in his tone. When it comes to his future reconstruction, he is naturally extremely eager.

Yang Qian waved his hand gently and said calmly: "Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion." A trace of depth flashed in his eyes, as if everything was under control.

Lord Dayan snorted coldly, but there was nothing he could do to Yang Qian, so he stayed in the gilded gourd without any movement.

Yang Qian didn't take it seriously and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. Time passed slowly around him. It wasn't until a day and night settled that he finished his practice leisurely.

Lifting his eyelids slightly, Yang Qian's eyes glanced outside the attic, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

"it's time."

Yang Gan's voice was low and firm, he skillfully tidied up the magic circle in the room, and then quietly left Tiantian City without attracting anyone's attention.

On the vast land, the Yu State where Tiantian City is located is famous far and wide, and even has the General Altar of the Nine Nations Alliance guarding it, but it is not the country closest to the Mulan Grassland geographically.

The Nine Nations Alliance, a force that seems to be bordering the Mulan Grassland, is actually not as closely adjacent as everyone thinks.

Between them lies a vast stretch of loess wasteland.

This land is barren and desolate, with sparse vegetation and yellow sand. Strong winds rage across this land, and endless storms take turns here.

This place naturally became the battlefield for the battle between the monks of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance and the magicians of the Mulan Grassland.

Over the years, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators have died in this land.

Not to mention the time of official battle, even during ordinary times, this wasteland is also a dangerous and abnormal place.

Because for many reasons, there are many monks and magicians from both sides wandering back and forth on this land.

Some are for blatant murders and treasures, and some are for breaking through the bottleneck of cultivation in the thin line between life and death.

Whatever the reason, one thing remains the same.

Those cultivators who dare to come here are naturally quite confident in their own cultivation, and are far better than ordinary cultivators of the same level.

Most of these people are monks in the foundation-building stage, and occasionally there will be fights between the alchemy formations.

Whenever these pill-forming existences appear, those low-level immortal cultivators will immediately hide far away, for fear of harming the fish pond.

As for the old monsters at the Nascent Soul level, they would not easily appear in such a small fight.

For Yang Qian, it is estimated that Yang Qian can easily cross the distance of ten thousand miles in less than half a day, because he did not use all his strength to escape, but took his time and escaped forward at an ordinary speed.

In this operation, Yang Qian was naturally not entirely motivated by the dark spiritual root body that Lord Dayan was interested in. You must know that he did not originally know that in addition to the ancient puppetry, there were also such secret records in the three jade slips.

Nor is it for the cave of Master Cangkun, who is known as the "Tiannan Crazy Cultivator". The so-called treasures in the cave are dispensable to Yang Qian.

His goals are far more profound than these.

Yang Qian's real purpose was to open up a map of the unknown areas of the Mulan grassland and explore the Mulan people's temple. He was somewhat interested in the Mulan people's sacred bird. This tall bird in the spiritual world It is incredible that the demon cultivator can actually communicate with the Mulan people in the human world.

As for the Mulan people's mortal enemies, the Tuwu tribe, and their sacred beasts, that is a story for another day.

More than half an hour later.

In a wilderness area of ​​​​loess, the yellow wind came overwhelmingly, reaching a height of more than a hundred feet. Wherever it passed, there were flying sand and rocks, and yellow dust billowing, like an evil dragon emerging from the world, and the evil aura was astonishing.

At this moment, a dazzling purple rainbow pierced the sky, its momentum was majestic and heart-stopping.

The escaping light seemed to be dissipating from here, but at the last moment it suddenly changed direction, spiraled, and quietly suspended in the void five or six feet high.

As the brilliance dissipated, Yang Gan's figure gradually appeared.

His eyes were deep, staring at the rolling yellow sand in a certain direction, with an indescribable strange expression on his face.

Then, he suddenly sneered in a low voice and stood there with his arms crossed, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a dazzling yellow light lit up where Yang Qian was looking. A large black hole appeared without any warning, and a black and shiny demonic insect crawled out of it.

This demonic insect is astonishingly huge, about six feet long and four feet wide, with an oblate body shape.

What's even more terrifying is that in addition to a dozen yellow compound eyes, the triangular head of the monster insect also has several slender tentacles and a pair of huge sharp fangs, with a cold light flashing on it, which is scary.

On the back, there are four transparent and thin wings that vibrate gently.

Seeing this monster, Yang Qian raised his eyebrows with an interested look.

This beast is called "Xumi Insect", and it is one of the famous strange insects in ancient times. Although its combat power is not strong, it is born with the magical power to temporarily tear open space cracks, and it is the best at hiding in place.

There are probably only a few of this rare Sumeru insect in the entire human world.

And on the back of this "Sumi insect" that can tear apart space, there are three figures of different heights standing. One of them is covered in dazzling white light, which makes people dare not look directly.

A person's whole body was covered in strange green mist, and his figure seemed to be invisible.

The last person, with light blue arcs all over his body, was beating like a god of thunder.

Yang Gan stood with his arms crossed expressionlessly, looking at each one one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on the figure in the green mist. This person was clearly a mage who had cultivated in the early stage of Nascent Soul. As for the other two, they were just The two monks in the alchemy stage were naturally not worthy of Yang Qian's attention.

"Great Master, this person dares to stay alone. It's time for our Huangsha tribe to make meritorious service." The figure covered in white light looked at Yang Gan in mid-air and said, with a hint of ruthlessness in his words. . This person is only a practitioner of alchemy, but he is not timid in the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Hmph! You don't even look at the cultivation level of the other party. This is a genuine peak monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His cultivation level is much higher than that of the few people who just left. If it weren't for the blessing of this illusory array, I wouldn't be able to I really don’t want to face this person.” The figure in the green mist snorted coldly and said in a cold voice. Although he was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he didn’t seem to be afraid of Yang Qian.

"Leave those people who left to Master Mu from the Tianfeng Tribe to deal with them. This person in front of you, Grand Master, you can use our clan's clan-suppressing sacred weapon 'Demon Dust Banner' to trap him to death." Here." The arc-ridden Master Mulan suggested in a low voice.

These three people actually did not pay any attention to Yang Qian, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian also laughed angrily, shaking his head at these arrogant Mulan monks who sat in a well and watched the sky.

"Okay, you three, we've almost finished the discussion. Let Yang give you a ride. From now on, your position as the top ten tribes in the Huangsha Alliance Army will no longer be secure." Yang Qian sneered, and his surroundings Purple electric light burst out instantly, and slender electric arcs shuttled through it. The great master who was originally in the green mist changed his expression slightly after hearing Yang Qian's words.

Not only did the other party actually know some details about their Huangsha Department.

At this time, he felt the mana aura emanating from Yang Qian's body and the frightening lightning-attribute arc. The green mist couldn't help but surge violently, and he was obviously extremely shocked.

"No! This feeling is definitely not the magic power of the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying! Is it the great monk in the late stage of Yuanying who is as famous as the three great masters in Tiannan?!" The people in the green mist were shocked and angry, as if they were quite panicked. "Quick! Activate the 'Demon Dust Flag' immediately!"

The person in the white light and the arc-ridden Master Mulan did not need the great master to say anything. They were already extremely horrified. They could not imagine that the pressure of the person in front of them far exceeded the previous ones.

This kind of terrifying oppression can only be felt by the three divine masters in the Mulan Temple.

In the sky, the sound of whooshing is endless——

The three magicians Mulan were filled with fear. With a quick movement of their fingers, black flags filled the sky, puffing out clouds and mist. They were driven out by the three of them. After a few turns, each of them flew up to the sky.

There are thirty-six flags in total. Each flag is about two feet long and one foot wide. It is dark black and has strange runes and patterns embroidered on it.

The flag pole seemed to be forged from fine steel, as smooth as a mirror, shining with a cold light. Surrounded by a deep black air, it made people shudder.

It is the Huangsha Tribe’s sacred weapon for suppressing the clan—the Demonic Dust Flag!

In this barren sandy slope, these thirty-six magic dust flags were arranged in a mysterious orientation, quickly forming a huge and strange formation.

I saw the great master in the green mist, gently tapping the flag array. Immediately, there was a soft "puff" sound, and the dark flag flag suddenly released a huge black mist, shrouding the three of them in it.

The surrounding air was instantly swept by the icy cold wind, as if it was filled with endless coldness, biting into the bones.

Gusts of dark wind suddenly rose up like ghosts, filling the air silently.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered by thick black clouds.

As if being attracted, they quickly gathered from all directions, causing the entire sky to be dyed a rich black in an instant, and the sunlight was ruthlessly blocked, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

What's amazing is that the thirty-six magic dust flags merged into one in the blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that even Yang Qian was slightly surprised.

The sky became darker and darker.

I don't know when a green ghost mist appeared all around, just like the great master of the Huangsha tribe. It was gloomy and heavy, and the sound of ghosts crying sounded loudly all around, making people shudder.

Yang Gan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his palm. The golden arc in his palm beat like a small thunderstorm. In this dark environment, his movements seemed particularly calm and powerful.

Suddenly, a sharp sound broke through the air, breaking the surrounding silence.

Where the three Mulan Masters were, the mist surged, and countless thin black threads shot out from it, like poisonous snakes in the dark, flying rapidly towards Yang Gan.

Yang Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he rubbed his hands gently. After a flash of golden light, several thick golden arcs appeared crosswise. All the black lines paused for a moment, then broke and turned into countless small pieces and fell down.

"Eh? What kind of magical power do you have!" The great master in the green mist seemed to be extremely shocked and couldn't help shouting. The magic dust banner was almost invincible and the spell was vicious and vicious, but it was so vulnerable to him. The other party was destroyed, which was beyond his expectation.

After pondering for a while, the great master of the Huangsha tribe finally used the maximum power of the magic dust flag in his hand without any reservation.

I saw him suddenly throwing a flag in his hand out of the green mist, inserting it exactly three feet in front of him, and became motionless. Then the sound of obscure spells sounded from the mist, as if he was about to cast some amazing spell.

However, at this moment, a trace of ridicule flashed across Yang Gan's face, and golden light and white light flashed alternately on his body, as bright as a star.

The great master in the green mist could only vaguely feel a flash of lightning passing in front of him. Before he could react, he heard two shrill screams piercing the sky.

The two Mulan masters, whose cultivation was only equivalent to that of the Danjie stage, suddenly froze and fell down without a sound. It seemed that they would not survive.

"How brave!"

The great master of the Huangsha tribe was frightened and angry. He ignored the death of his disciple and quickly mobilized his magic power to try to control the out-of-control Eighteen Gan Demonic Dust Flags.

However, it seemed it was too late.

Opposite him, Yang Gan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Suddenly, a pair of silver-white wings appeared out of thin air behind him, dazzling.

Then, a dazzling arc of electricity flashed across, and with a soft sizzling sound, Yang Gan's figure disappeared out of thin air.

"Lei Dun!"

"The art of teleportation!"

When Grand Master Huangshabu saw this scene, his pupils immediately shrank, and his hands formed various strange handprints like wheels. At the same time, colorful spells flew out from his hands, all hitting him On the thirty-six magic dust flags hanging overhead.

"Is this a spiritual technique?" Yang Qian used the escape technique of Wind and Thunder Wings to arrive instantly. When he saw the movements of Grand Master Huangshabu, he couldn't help but be startled, with a look of surprise on his face.

However, Yang Gan did not stop his movements because of this. The blue ice flame in his hand fell quickly and gently attached to the two black suspended flags.

The two small flags were filled with black energy. Facing the blue cold air, they actually became sluggish. The figures in the green mist swayed slightly, as if they had realized something, but it was too late. The black flags had been covered by the cold blue air. The flames surrounded him tightly.

In an instant, the two small flags turned into a bright ice flower without any resistance, crystal clear and overflowing with brilliance.

The spiritual power on the small black flag that was frozen suddenly stagnated, and it instantly became dim.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qian gave a fierce grip, and the two small flags turned into countless ice crystal fragments with a crisp sound.

Broken ice was scattered on the ground, reflecting a faint light.

Grand Master Huangshabu's face was distorted with anger, and a mixture of shock and anger surged into his heart at the same time. His voice was full of resentment:

"You actually dare to damage the sacred weapon of our Huangsha tribe!"

The words fell softly, and a thick green mist was instantly released from the great master of the Huangsha tribe, surging out like a ghost and approaching Yang Gan.

In the mist, the true form of the great master of the Huangsha tribe gradually appeared. He actually looked like a dwarf old man. He was less than three feet tall and looked extremely ugly.

At this moment, his face showed a ferocious look, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you get close to me! The toxicity of my 'Blue Netherworld Gu' is rare in the world, only inferior to the rumored Ten Absolute Poisons. Even if a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage is attacked by this poisonous mist, his body will There is absolutely no possibility for your Nascent Soul to survive. Being able to die under such supreme poison is considered a great blessing for you." Great Master Huangshabu smiled lowly, his voice revealing incomparable cruelty and Arrogant.

However, the next moment.

An incredible scene appeared!

Suddenly, in the green poisonous mist that filled the sky, several slender blue arcs appeared out of thin air. They were beating as if they were alive.

Immediately afterwards, more and more blue arcs emerged, and they became thicker and thicker, releasing a harsh arc sound.

“Sizzssssssssss!!!”

This sudden blue arc seemed to be the nemesis of the poisonous fog. In an instant, it defeated the diffuse green poisonous fog.

In just a short moment, the poisonous mist turned into wisps of blue smoke under the power of the blue arc and disappeared into the air without a trace.

The great master of the Huangsha tribe was stunned to the point of shock, and the shock in his heart could not be greater. He completely forgot about his precious "Blue Netherworld Gu" and ignored his heartache. He just stared blankly at the figure surrounded by blue arcs not far away, as if his mind was frozen.

At this moment, Yang Qian, not to mention being killed by the poisonous mist, even his black robe was not damaged at all. The blue lightning all over his body was sizzling and his momentum was extremely terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Grand Master Huangshabu's throat was dry and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. (End of chapter)