Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 505 The cultivators arrive together

"Senior Brother Yang, please stop making fun of me." Han Li twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly.

He really knew the person coming from far away.

A sound broke through the air, and two figures appeared in the escaping light.

A man wearing a yellow robe with a sallow complexion was none other than the ancestor of Linghu from the Yellow Maple Valley.

Another person with fluttering white clothes and a cold face was none other than the great elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, Nangong Wan’s senior sister.

Han Li had expected that they might come to the Fallen Demon Valley, but he didn't expect to meet here, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was that both of them had a look of fear on their faces, as if something terrible was chasing after them. They kept urging the light to escape, even if there was nothing behind them. He didn't dare to stop at all.

Han Li was very surprised. These two people were not weak in magical powers. They were also somewhat famous people in the Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World.

Ancestor Linghu is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and Senior Sister Nangong Wan is also extremely sharp in martial arts and magic weapons. It is really surprising that the two of them joined forces to go down the well and ran away in embarrassment.

Could it be that the one chasing after you is Master Mulan? Those Mulan masters can't do it.

Thinking of this, Han Li had a thought in his mind and his eyes fell on Yang Qian imperceptibly. As the Holy Master of the Mulan people, his senior brother was also in the valley at the moment, so such a thing should not happen.

He subconsciously wanted to step back, but then he remembered that Yang Qian was beside him. With his magical power, there should not be many beings that could rival him even in this world. Thinking of this, Han Li felt reassured. , observe in situ.

"It turns out that they are two Taoist friends from the Hidden Moon Sect and Huang Maple Valley of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance. They look so panicked, but what trouble have they encountered?" Yang Gan saw the panic on their faces at a glance. He put his hands on his back and calmed down. Xian, although the voice was not loud, it seemed to penetrate the space, span dozens of miles, and clearly reach the ears of Patriarch Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan.

He already knew in his heart that the two ancestors of Linghu were obviously trying to escape from the ancient demon that broke out of the seal.

'That's fine, take advantage of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the valley to get rid of these two restless demons once and for all. A cold light flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, and he made up his mind.

"It's Elder Yang from the Tiandao Alliance!" Ancestor Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan heard this. They were stunned for a moment, then their faces lit up, they looked at each other, and they speeded away again toward the place where the voice came from. .

How could Patriarch Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan, as the supreme elders of the sects under the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, not know Yang Qian's name?

As the great elder of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, Wei Wuya had a close relationship with Yang Qian, and the two parties also had many contacts.

Ancestor Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan felt relieved: "With Elder Yang here, this disaster in the valley will be able to survive safely." With their confidence doubled, their speed became even faster.

With a thought in their minds, Ancestor Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan each used their magic weapons to protect themselves. The silver light shone and the auspicious energy evaporated, just to protect themselves and reach a safe place ahead as soon as possible.

"Brother Yang! There is a demon attacking from behind. Please help Brother Yang!" Ancestor Linghu shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the valley and penetrating the layers of fog.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before he and Senior Sister Nangong Wan appeared beside Yang Qian and Han Li like the wind.

Ancestor Linghu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Han Li inadvertently. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He nodded slightly to Han Li as a greeting.

Then, Ancestor Linghu came to Yang Qian with steady steps, as if he had put down a mountain, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed slightly to Yang Qian, as if he had saved his life from the edge of death. The feeling of fear made him whole Everyone trembled slightly.

With the existence of a great monk like Yang Qian, Ancestor Linghu's heart has just calmed down. At least for this moment, he no longer worries about the safety of his own life.

When Senior Sister Nangong Wan saw Han Li present, she looked slightly stunned, but soon returned to normal. She forced a smile to Han Li, nodded, then turned to Yang Qian, and said anxiously: "Fellow Daoist Yang, I didn't expect you to be here! This is great! This demon is really powerful. I joined forces with Daoist Linghu." None of them are his match, so please ask fellow Taoists to help!"

However, just as the two were about to tell the whole story in detail, Yang Qian's eyes suddenly became sharp and locked on a certain location more than a hundred feet away. His eyes flashed with light, as if he had discovered some elusive aura.

After a moment, Han Lifang seemed to sense something, and he couldn't help but look at it with a look of surprise.

"Where do you want to go? Why, you don't even want a companion! Tsk tsk, you two have good cultivation, and your soul is extremely strong, so you can be a great complement to me. How could I let you run away! This time! There won't be any more accidents, so you two should just stay put and catch them. Huh? There are two more juniors here, it's really interesting! I will accept you all together!"

This wild laughter echoed between heaven and earth, without any concealment. Just a few words made the surrounding air tremble. Under the influence of this sound, monks within a dozen miles can hear it clearly.

Then, a strong dark aura suddenly surged from somewhere a hundred feet away, and a wisp of black light emerged like a ghost.

As soon as this black light appears, it becomes erratic, appearing and disappearing.

But every time it flashed, the distance between it and the hilltop was strangely shortened.

After a while, Heimang was only fifty or sixty feet away from Yang Qian and the other four people in front.

At this time, a figure appeared faintly in the black light. Although it was extremely blurry, if you looked at it carefully, it was blocked by the black light and you couldn't see clearly.

Moreover, I don’t know what kind of secret technique this black light is, and it cannot be penetrated by spiritual consciousness at all. I can only take a look at it from the outside.

Gradually, the blurry figure gradually became clearer, and its image became more and more familiar.

Yang Qian's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had anticipated all this.

Han Li was shocked because he knew exactly what this figure represented.

"Nanlong Marquis? Why is he here, and how did he become like this?" Han Li, who was beside him, was also extremely surprised. He was very familiar with the appearance of the person in front of him, and he was filled with demonic aura. , clearly the same as the Xing Gong elder who was possessed by the ancient demon in Xutian Palace.

Is there an ancient demon sealed in the Fallen Demon Valley?

This thought flashed through Han Li's mind. He couldn't help but look at Yang Qian beside him, but found that the other person still had an indifferent expression, and there didn't seem to be anything strange about it. Han Li couldn't help but think about it secretly.

At this time, the black light controlled by "Nanlong Hou" saw that he was only more than thirty feet away from the people in front, and a sinister smile burst out of his mouth.

"Three mid-stage Nascent Souls and one early-stage Nascent Soul, just what I want!" There was a trace of cruelty in Nanlong Hou's tone.

"Who are you? Not only do you possess the body of fellow Taoist Nanlong, but you also dare to devour the soul of our monks. Do you really think you can be the opponent of all the monks who enter this valley? This time the monks who entered the Falling Demon Valley , there are hundreds of people above the Guang Yuanying stage, no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape death." Mr. Linghu suddenly shouted sharply, and at the same time looked sideways at Yang Qian secretly, if the other party hadn't been by his side, he would have They didn't dare to come forward and speak.

"Hundreds of Yuanying cultivators?!" Nanlong Hou was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect so many Yuanying cultivators to flood into the Falling Demon Valley at once. According to his guess, there would be more than thirty or fifty of them. Well, if hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together, even he would have no choice but to die.

"Hehe, even if there are hundreds of you Nascent Souls, are you all of the same mind? Hehe, it doesn't matter, I am not in a hurry to find the body first. As long as I devour the Nascent Souls of a few of you, I will surely I can recover two or three points of my soul power. When the time comes, I will defeat them one by one and catch all of you human Nascent Soul cultivators in one fell swoop!" Nanlong Marquis not only showed no fear, but instead said with a sinister smile.

Then there was a loud "boom", a flash of black light, and the pitch-black demonic energy spurted out without warning, instantly filling an area of ​​more than ten feet. Nanlonghou's figure flashed and swayed in the black energy, and the darkness instantly The air burst into pieces.

Then a black figure shot out from the black air with a series of afterimages, heading straight towards Ancestor Linghu.

Mr. Linghu's expression changed. Unexpectedly, Yu Ruyi didn't think too much, and the protective shield suddenly thickened by three points. At the same time, he opened his mouth and a small square seal spurted out, turning into a ball of green light in the twilight and heading directly towards him.

There was a loud "boom", then Nanlong Hou sneered and punched the jade seal without hesitation.

Black light and green light intertwined together, but as the black energy shrank and expanded, it shattered the glow.

The jade seal flew back sideways with a "swish" sound, and hit Ancestor Linghu hard in the opposite direction.

Ancestor Linghu's expression changed, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly formed seals with his hands, and mysterious spells flowed out from his fingers. The shield in front of him trembled suddenly, barely blocking the jade seal that was coming towards him.

However, during this moment of delay, a fist as black as ink strangely penetrated the shield and slammed down towards Ancestor Linghu.

His head was about to be blown to pieces!

"Brother Yang! Help!" Ancestor Linghu didn't care about his face at this moment and shouted in panic. "Hahaha! No one can save you now!" Marquis Nanlong laughed ferociously, with a cruel smile. The demonic energy rolled over his black fist, as frightening as the abyss.

But suddenly, the ferocious smile on Nanlong Hou's face suddenly froze.

At this critical moment, another fist with dazzling golden light and shining scales suddenly appeared from the void, and violently collided with Nanlong Hou's black fist.

An incredible scene appeared!

The earth-shaking sound reverberated throughout the world, and shock waves visible to the naked eye exploded.

Marquis Nanlong felt an irresistible force coming from his golden fist. He only had time to let out a muffled grunt before it flew out like an ejected arrow.

A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he obviously did not expect this sudden change.

On the other hand, he looked at the side of Ancestor Linghu.

In this earth-shattering collision, Yang Gan's figure stood firm like a god.

His whole body was shrouded in golden light, and his face was inlaid with golden scales the size of copper coins. Purple lightning swirled around him, exuding a frightening aura.

Yang Gan stared calmly at Nanlong Hou who flew out upside down, as if everything was under his control, saving the ancestor Linghu from the moment of death.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, you and Junior Brother Han will be raiding the formation nearby." Yang Gan said calmly with a strange look on his face, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his tone.

He slowly retracted his golden fist, and the scales the size of copper coins reflected the faint cold light, as if the earth-shattering collision just now was just a trivial matter.

"In that case, it's Brother Yang's fault!" Ancestor Linghu was full of joy, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became a little solemn, "Brother Yang, this demon is not trivial, he can actually devour the Nascent Soul to restore his cultivation. , I’m afraid it’s not something that ordinary demon cultivators in the human world can compare to.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ancestor Linghu, Senior Sister Nangong Wan and Han Li stepped back several hundred feet in tacit agreement, staring in Yang Qian's direction from afar.

They had great trust in Yang Gan's strength, but the sudden appearance of such a terrifying demon in the valley also made them feel a little confused.

At this moment, Yang Gan had turned around and faced the menacing Nanlong Hou. Nanlong Hou was knocked off the cliff by Yang Qian's punch. Although he was in a miserable state and covered with dust, he did not seem to be injured, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hmph! You kid, you are a little different from the others. The power of the punch just now was so powerful that it could almost compete with the existence of the same level in the holy world! I didn't expect that in this small human world, there are actually You are such a monster." Nanlong Hou said ferociously, feeling a little wary of Yang Qian's strength in his heart.

Although Nanlong Hou seemed to have received a punch easily and seemed to be fine, in fact, his body that had been taken away from him was suffering tremendous pain. Yang Qian's strength and physical toughness far exceeded Nanlonghou's expectations.

The corner of Yang Qian's mouth curled up, with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Yang is not only powerful, but in a moment, there will be something even more unexpected for you!" His expression was calm and unhurried, as if he had everything under control.

"Hehe, very good. It seems from just now that you are not an unknown person in this human world. You are probably also a leader among Yuanying monks. As long as I swallow your Yuanying, your cultivation will be improved." Recovering to the peak is just around the corner." Nanlong Hou had a stern face, sneered and roared, and the black energy all over his body squeaked, exuding a dangerous aura.

Yang Qian smiled casually, not taking it seriously, and said cheerfully: "You want to eat my Yuanying? Just let your horse come over." The golden light around him was shining, and his majesty was revealed.

War is imminent!

However, at this moment, Yang Gan's expression changed. He looked sideways at the sky in a certain direction and raised his eyebrows inadvertently.

Marquis Nanlong and Han Li sensed something strange at the same time and followed his gaze.

In the distance, several rays of light streaked across the sky like meteors, speeding toward them.

In the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of feet away from Yang Qian and Nanlong Hou.

"Isn't this Fellow Daoist Yang from Luanming Sect?"

"It's Elder Yang from the Tiandao Alliance!"

"Brother Yang!"

The seven or eight Nascent Soul monks spoke out one after another, with a hint of awe and vigilance on their faces. They all obviously knew Yang Qian personally, and they were also wary of three points. They realized that something was not right in the atmosphere.

Yang Gan nodded lightly, but his eyes were still looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

"It's Marquis Nanlong! What's wrong with him? Why has he become so weird?"

"Look at this. Could it be that fellow Taoist Nanlong has been taken away?" An old man in the early stage of Nascent Soul frowned and said.

Marquis Nanlong looked at the seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators, his brows furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed, and he still had a sneer on his face, as if he was not worried about the arrival of these people.

When Han Li, Ancestor Linghu and the other three people saw so many Nascent Soul cultivators gathered here, they looked at each other, and the tension in their hearts suddenly eased a lot.

Although they had great trust in Yang Qian, they were still extremely afraid of Nanlong Hou's magic skills.

Now that there are so many high-level monks here, no matter how fierce Nanlong Hou is, it will be difficult for him to cause trouble.

whoosh-

A fierce sword light roared towards him at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. Behind this sword light there were seven figures of different shapes.

The sword light faded away, revealing a middle-aged Taoist priest with a flying sword on his feet, wearing a Taoist robe, and a face like a crown of jade. He was none other than the famous Master Zhiyang of the Taizhen Sect.

His eyes were like lightning, staring at Nanlong Marquis not far ahead, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Behind Master Zhi Yang, seven figures came one after another. They were the masters of Tai Zhen Sect - Tai Zhen Seventh Cultivator, a powerful Nascent Soul expert.

At the same time, Han Li and others were delighted when they saw this scene. With such powerful Nascent Soul cultivators gathering together, Nanlong Marquis would definitely be unable to fly without wings.

Marquis Nanlong's eyes twitched when he saw this, and he said with a ferocious smile: "There are quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators who have come here, but even if there are so many of you here, you can't even think of leaving me behind!"

Master Zhiyang exchanged a look with Yang Qian, and when he saw Nanlong Hou's appearance and the strong demonic aura on him, he frowned and felt a chill in his heart.

"Fellow Taoist Zhiyang, Taoist Nanlong has been possessed by an ancient demon, and has even devoured the Nascent Soul bodies of several fellow Taoists. It can be said to be extremely evil. We must kill this beast here, and we must not let him go. Leave the Falling Demon Valley." Yang Gan's eyes flashed, and then he said calmly.

"Seize the body? Swallow the infant!" Master Zhiyang's face darkened. He seized the body and swallowed the Nascent Soul with his demonic power. This is an extremely evil act, especially swallowing the Nascent Soul. This terrible secret technique has been practiced for tens of thousands of years. It was lost years ago. Could it be that the existence possessing Nanlong Marquis in front of me is really an old demon from ancient times?

Hundreds of feet away, Patriarch Linghu and Senior Sister Nangong Wan were explaining what Nanlong Hou had done before with more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks who had arrived. Everyone who heard it was stunned, horrified, and full of disbelief. With a look on his face, he frequently cast frightened glances at Nanlong Hou.

Little did he know that Marquis Nanlong had already begun to think about retreating.

Although he is a high-level being from the demon world, his cultivation has not yet fully recovered. Even if he masters the secrets of the demon world, it is difficult to withstand the siege of so many Yuanying monks.

Thinking of this, Marquis Nanlong remained calm on the surface, but in fact he was quietly circulating the demonic energy in his body, looking for an opportunity to escape.

At this moment, a dozen escaping lights suddenly flashed in the distant sky, piercing the sky like meteors and quickly approaching the battlefield.

Among them, there are three rays of coercion emanating from the escaping light, which are actually in the same realm of the late Nascent Soul as Master Zhiyang. The beautiful woman in a green dress was clearly the Mulan Saint Music Master, and there were twenty or thirty people following her.

Seeing this scene, Nanlong Hou's expression finally changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)