Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The surrounding Nine Immortal Palace foundation-building monks were already shrouded in fear and had no time to think about anything else. They panicked and sacrificed their magic weapons and fled in all directions, like sparrows that had been frightened away.

In this chaos, Yang Gan's figure flashed in purple light in the magic cloud. He stared coldly at the fleeing figures, with a cold smile on his lips.

He pointed lightly toward the Yinluo flag, and black light suddenly flashed on the giant flag, as if the abyss opened its bloody mouth, revealing a dark hole several feet in size.

A huge gold-eating insect with black energy on its body flew out from it. After the blood flashed in its eyes for a few times, it suddenly spread its wings and turned into a golden light. It shot out like a sharp arrow and headed straight towards the Danjie woman. Chase away.

As soon as the black and green Nascent Soul flew out of the gold-eating insect, it jumped into the Yinluo banner, drove it to spin around, and slowly floated around Yang Gan.

Yang Gan stood on the river, holding a snow crystal bead in one hand, watching all this with an expressionless face, as if everything was under control.

On the big ship, Cao Mengrong and others were dumbfounded. How had they ever seen a battle of this level?
Especially the words "Nascent Soul Monk" shouted by the woman in white made Cao Mengrong's eyes widen, his mind buzzing, and he stared at Yang Gan's figure in disbelief, without even the courage to blink.

This was the first time in her life that she had seen the Nascent Soul cultivator!
Cao Mengrong's heart was pounding.

Not long after, a black shadow appeared on the horizon, and the huge gold-eating insect quickly flew back, got into the Yinluo banner and disappeared without a trace.

Then, the Yin Luo Banner flashed away and merged into Yang Gan's body.

Yang Gan put away the snow crystal beads with a normal expression, turned his head and glanced at Cao Mengrong and others on the big boat, pondered for a moment, then swayed and disappeared from the original river surface.

Cao Mengrong suddenly stood on the spot, at a loss. The sound of footsteps behind her brought her back to reality.

She immediately turned around and saw Yang Gan walking slowly and slowly into the cabin. At the same time, the instructions from Yang Gan's mouth were also heard.

When Cao Mengrong heard this, his heart moved. His eyes followed Yang Qian's back, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart.

She was about to catch up, but she didn't know what to think of, so she stopped and lowered her head slightly, with a tangled look on her face.

the other side.

Yang Qian stepped into a corner of an unmanned room in the cabin and sat cross-legged with an expressionless face.

After a brief moment of silence, he let out a long sigh.

The power of that Xuanling attack from the spiritual world was beyond his imagination.

Yang Qian could barely suppress the evil spirit in his body with the Vajra Art, but after the confrontation with the two great immortal masters of Tianlan Temple, the evil spirit raged again.

At the critical moment, he used a secret method in the Dragon Transformation Art to seal himself in a golden cocoon, so that he could temporarily suppress the evil spirit.

After another year of cultivation and elimination, Yang Qian managed to break out of his cocoon.

He happened to encounter the rampant behavior of the monks from the Nine Immortals Palace, which naturally aroused the anger in Yang Qian's heart, and he took action to kill them all.

However, it was an unexpected surprise to get the "Snow Crystal Bead".

However, Yang Qian's current physical condition is in terrible shape.

"That's all."

Yang Qian frowned inadvertently.

He originally thought that it would only take a year and a half to recover most of his cultivation, but this time the injury was too serious and it might take several years to recover.

Fortunately, he has now returned to the territory of Dajin. His body has become extremely terrifying due to practicing the Diamond Art, Dragon Transformation Art, and Bone Tempering Art.

As long as he does not activate all the power of the body refining technique and his own magic power, he can move freely like an ordinary person.

This situation at least ensures that he has the ability to protect himself.

Just after emerging from the cocoon, Yang Qian was in a weak stage and forcibly killed two more pill-forming monks.

Yang Gan knew that he would no longer be able to use his magical powers in a short period of time.

He planned to use this mortal ship to go deep into the hinterland of Jin Liaozhou, find a safe place, and slowly recuperate his body.

In addition, Yang Qian couldn't help but touch his chin when he thought about the snow crystal beads he had just obtained.

This is a top-quality ice-attributed treasure refined from ten thousand-year mysterious jade. It is of great benefit to the sacrifice of cold flames. It must be refined when it reaches its destination.

With such thoughts in his mind, Yang Qian slowly closed his eyes and concentrated. All his thoughts were as clear as running water, and he paid no attention to the noisy conversations outside the cabin.

one year later.

Cao Mengrong stepped into the quiet room as before.

Her face was originally filled with joy, but when her eyes swept across the empty room, her smile was extinguished instantly like a candle in the wind.

On the table, a farewell letter lay quietly.

next to.

A shining silver flying knife weapon looked particularly dazzling.

When Cao Mengrong saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

She unfolded the letter and read it word for word, and her heart sank.

Looking back on this year, Yang Qian's careful guidance enabled her to overcome one bottleneck after another on the path of spiritual practice.

Now that Yang Qian has left, she feels an indescribable emptiness and loss in her heart.

Cao Mengrong held the letter in her left hand and gently stroked the flying knife weapon with her right hand. Her eyes were blurred and she was looking at the door in a daze.

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Guanning Mansion is located at the westernmost end of Liaozhou, and the distance from Wuyuan Mansion is staggering.

Yang Qian was injured due to the backlash of evil spirits. Although he relied on the Vajra Technique to eliminate part of the evil spirits, he still could not fully recover his cultivation in the pill-building stage and only recovered to the foundation-building stage.

Therefore, he had to control the magic weapon to fly, and after a long journey of more than half a month, he finally entered the territory of Guanning Mansion. Along the way, Yang Qian did not encounter high-level immortal cultivators, only a few low-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage. Occasionally, the Royal Weapon saw him from a distance, but Yang Qian ignored him and stayed away, and just hurried on. .

After several days of flying, the traces of mortals on the ground gradually became scarce, and the scenery became desolate, as if he was in a forgotten wilderness.

However, at dusk two days later, Yang Qian finally arrived at a place called Falcon Cloud Town. He gently dropped the magic weapon and walked slowly toward the town along a dusty dirt road.

"The Ginseng King Conference really caught up! And the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King in the ancient tomb, tsk, the Sky Corpse Bead is a good thing." Yang Gan murmured to himself leisurely, and in a flash, he Like a ghost, it crossed several feet and disappeared at the edge of the town in just a few breaths.

In the spirit world, he was severely injured by the mysterious spirits of the spirit race in the Void Refining Stage, which made him become more cautious.

Most areas in the spiritual world are like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, full of dangers.

In comparison, the human world is much safer for him.

Here, Yang Gan hardly has to worry about encountering beings that could threaten his life.

Even when facing a monk who transformed into a god, he was confident that he could compete and would not be defeated and seriously injured in an instant like in the spirit world, or even almost lose his life.

With such thoughts in his mind, Yang Gan walked on a dirt road in the town with his face as usual, his eyes scanning the surroundings from time to time.

This small town was completely different from the bustling towns he had seen before. It seemed simple and unpretentious.

The town is not large, with only three or four streets crisscrossing it. Most of the houses are simply made of yellow mud and wooden strips, and they look a bit dilapidated.

The weather at this time was extremely cold, but Yang Qian was only wearing a black robe, which would seem strange to anyone who saw it.

But some mortals wearing thick fur coats who passed by turned a blind eye to this situation, and no one had a look of surprise on their faces.

Yang Qian seemed to have expected this, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

The reason why he came to this town was just to try his luck.

Suddenly, Yang Gan's expression changed, and two men in white robes, one tall and one short, walked towards him.

These two people are not very old, they look like they are in their twenties, but the spiritual energy flowing around them is that they are immortal cultivators at the seventh or eighth level in the Qi refining stage.

Their eyes fell on Yang Gan, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, then they looked at each other and stopped three or four feet away from Yang Gan.

There was a look of respect on the tall young man's thin face, and he asked:
"I dare to ask, senior, are you also here to participate in the King's Conference?"

"The two fellow Taoists guessed well. Yang indeed heard about the grand event of the King of Ginseng Conference and came here specifically to find out.

It's just that the journey is long, and we encountered several valleys on the way. I wanted to find some elixir, so I arrived a little late.

However, Yang also knows that he is short of money, and even if he goes, he may not be able to gain anything. Yang Qian said with a slight smile.

"That's it! Let me tell you, the conference has already started one day ago. The other seniors have already gone to Xueling Mountain. No wonder the seniors are still stranded in this small town." The young man in white robe showed a look of surprise.

"However, it's not too late. There are also many seniors who have been delayed due to things. It's still late enough to participate!
This conference was jointly organized by the three Jiangning families. Not only were there many elixirs for sale, there were also more than a dozen elixirs that were hundreds of years old and a thousand-year-old wild ginseng king was auctioned. The conference is probably only halfway through now, and the final auction has not yet started. This is much more convenient than the seniors searching for elixirs in the barren mountains!
At the conference, there were many casual cultivators and some small sects exchanging elixir materials. The three of us did not charge any fees. Seniors might be able to gain a lot by spending a few spiritual stones! "Another short young man added somewhat flatteringly.

What Yang Qian showed at this moment was the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, and his temperament was even more extraordinary. He was obviously not an ordinary casual cultivator, which was enough for the two people in front of him not to neglect him.

"The three major families! Could it be that they refer to the Kong, Zhao and Dong families?" Yang Qian heard this, his eyes flashed and he touched his chin and asked.

"Yes, the two of us are disciples of the Kong family! We are specially here to receive some seniors who came here after hearing the news. We originally thought that by now, there should be no more guests. We were about to go to the grand event, but we didn't expect that it happened to be I met senior." The thin young man said with a smile.

"Is this town already under the direct jurisdiction of your Kong family?

I see that those mortals seem to take us immortal cultivators for granted, which is rare. Yang Gan nodded when he heard this, and then glanced left and right, seeming to be quite interested in the changes in this town.

"Senior, you are really discerning! This town was actually owned by our three families five or six years ago!

The residents in the town are all mortals from our three families, so they have nothing to fear from us immortal cultivators. "The tall young man explained.

"No wonder!" Yang Qian nodded, with a look of understanding on his face. After thinking for a while, he said calmly, "In this case, if there is such a grand event, let's go and take a look."

"Well, the junior will lead the way for the senior." After looking at each other, the short young man immediately said with a smile.

The two of them each took out a disc-shaped magic weapon, gently threw it into the air, and then jumped up.

When Yang Gan saw this, he didn't hesitate at all. He waved his hand and released a shining flying sword weapon. In a flash, he stood firmly on the sword.

"Senior's magical weapon turned out to be an upper-level flying sword! Senior must be a direct disciple of a major sect who came out to practice, right? Otherwise, ordinary disciples will definitely not be able to get rewards from their masters for such a quality magical weapon!" The tall man The young man glanced at Yang Qian's flying sword and said with a surprised expression.

The short young man also showed an envious look and nodded frequently.

"Hehe! There are rules in the disciple's sect. During the training, one is not allowed to reveal the disciple's sect casually. The two fellow Taoists should not use any pretentious words." Yang Qian chuckled and said directly.

The two people's faces suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment when Yang Qian revealed what was on their mind.

However, this only strengthened their speculation about Yang Gan's identity, and they were convinced that he must be a disciple of a large sect.

Their expressions became more and more respectful, and they carefully led Yang Qian to the location of the grand meeting.

The three people flew into the sky with their magic weapons, activated their magic weapons, and quickly flew towards the south of the town.

This so-called "Xueling Mountain" is not too far from the town. From the town, you can faintly see the continuous black mountains.

Although Xueling Mountain is called a mountain, it should actually be called Xueling Mountain Range. This mountain stretches thousands of miles away and is vast. It can be regarded as one of the few large mountain ranges in Liaozhou.

"Deep in this mountain range, it is said that there are demons and monsters. Not to mention mortals, even immortal cultivators with a high level of cultivation sometimes disappear inexplicably in the mountains." As he was escaping, the tall young man had a trace of fear on his face. Sex, said in a low voice.

"But when the relatives, friends and disciples of the missing monks came in groups, they searched most of the mountain range and found nothing out of the ordinary. Since then, there are still monks who have continued to disappear in the mountains without a trace.

But fortunately, not everyone who passes by the mountains will disappear! And most of the missing people are low-level monks from Liaozhou, who are safe and sound outside the mountains. Therefore, after some warnings, the local monks no longer went deep into the mountain. Disappearances immediately became rare, and gradually no one investigated the anomalies deep in the mountain range. "Another young man explained this way.

Yang Gan smiled faintly when he heard this. He naturally knew what was going on and knew it well. He lowered his eyes but didn't say much. (End of chapter)