Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The silver-winged yaksha is second only to the golden-bodied moon corpse among the known corpses in the human world.

In other words, this monster is a terrifying existence with magical powers similar to those of a late Nascent Soul monk!
Rumor has it that if a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage fights with him, the human side will most likely lose.

Because this refined corpse evolved from the flying corpse, with a flick of its silver wings, it can go up to the sky beyond the sky and down to the underworld.

He was born with two great magical powers, wind and earth, and was not only invulnerable and powerful, but also proficient in illusions.

A pair of pupilless silver eyes can make a weak-minded monk easily lose his mind and obey orders without realizing it.

Information about the Silver-winged Yaksha quickly flashed through the minds of Bai Yaoyi and the man named Yuan. Every time they thought of it, their lips tightened.

"Fortunately! When I found this silver-winged yaksha, it was still far away. I was so frightened that I ran away without hesitation. After a lot of hard work, I was lucky enough to survive. Otherwise, I might have become a silver-winged yaksha. I have no chance to meet fellow Taoists." The old man surnamed Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

When he saw the reactions of Bai Yaoyi and Yuan Han, he was not surprised at all.

Anyone who knew the existence of Silver-winged Yaksha would probably be like this. When he first saw Silver-winged Yaksha, he was even more frightened than the two of them.

Thinking about this, the old man surnamed Fu looked at Yang Qian and was slightly startled. He saw that Yang Qian's expression had indeed changed, but he looked quite interested.

"Silver-winged Yaksha, Yang has really never seen it before. If this monster goes one step further, it can be compared to the legendary monk who transforms into gods. If you, fellow Taoist Fu, had told you that there was a silver-winged Yaksha here, I would have come anyway. One trip." Yang Qian said with a smile, and the words in his mouth shocked the old man surnamed Fu.

"Brother Yang is indeed a great monk. He is indeed not comparable to the few of us. With Brother Yang's words, I feel relieved. When we enter the Yin-Yang Cave, if we really encounter the Silver-winged Yaksha, we must rely on Brother Yang a lot. Yes!" The old man surnamed Fu cupped his hands with a wry smile.

"Even if it's for the Infant Training Pill, Yang will still do his best." Yang Qian smiled slightly and nodded.

Seeing this situation, Bai Yaoyi and the big man surnamed Yuan couldn't help but look at each other, and immediately fell into deep thought.

The Infant Training Pill is certainly excellent, but the Silver-winged Yaksha is extremely dangerous. It is not weaker than the terrifying existence of the great monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul. Even if there is Yang Qian, the late stage great monk, who raids the formation, the two of them don't have much. A sense of security.

"With the silver-winged Yaksha, the danger of breaking into the Yin-Yang Cave is a bit high. This matter is of great importance, so I should think about it carefully. It's better to do this. I will give you a clear answer to my fellow Taoist in three days. How?" Bai Yaoyi lowered her head and pondered for a while, then raised her head and said.

"Three days? Of course!

In Yin Yang Cave, half a year later, it will be the weakest season of the twenty-year cycle of Yin wind. It is most appropriate to go underground during this period. And to deal with ghosts, several fellow Taoists also need to prepare some special magic weapons and treasures. So even if they agree immediately, it will take half a year before they can enter the cave.

But before I leave here, I need all my fellow Taoists to use the Styx Page in my hands to write a tight-lipped poisonous oath with blood.

I'll be a villain first and then a gentleman. I don't want Pei Ying Dan and Yin Zhi Ma's affairs to make a fuss during this period. "The old man surnamed Fu smiled slightly, shook his sleeves, and a burnt yellow page burning with black flames appeared in front of several people."

"The Page of Styx? It's the evil weapon that will cause strange disasters if you violate the oath you wrote. Hasn't this thing been missing for hundreds of years?" Hearing this, the big man immediately cried out.

Bai Yaoyi was also shocked when she heard this.

"I bought this evil weapon from the underground market at a large price for this trip. The effect of this item is not as exaggerated as the rumors say, but it can still be done to keep all fellow Taoists secretive in a short period of time. .

Fellow Taoist Yang may not know how Feng Tianxing of the Tianmo Sect fell, but fellow Taoists Bai and Yuan should know it very well! Feng Tianxing is also a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. I don’t think the two fellow Taoists would try him out. "The old man named Fu said calmly.

"Okay! With such a good thing as Pei Ying Dan, even if it's a silver-winged Yaksha, Yuan will never let it go easily. What's more, there are overseas monks like Brother Yang sitting here. Yuan will definitely go to the appointment on time in half a year. Yes." The big man's face was uncertain for a moment, and after looking at Yang Qian, he said decisively.

Then he suddenly waved to the black page, sucked the object a few feet in front of him, opened his mouth, and a ball of essence and blood spurted out, floating in front of the page.

The big man named Yuan stretched out his index finger and quickly wrote some ancient words on the page with essence and blood.

After a moment, he paused with his fingers, and a ghost head with a green face and fangs suddenly emerged from the black flames. After smiling ferociously at the big man, he took a big breath, and the bloody words on the page flew up one after another, and disappeared into the ghost's mouth.

Then the ghost head instantly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Seeing this strange scene, Bai Yaoyi couldn't help but frowned.

The old man surnamed Fu took back the pages of the book, lowered his head and looked over it, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and turned his head to look at Bai Yaoyi.

After Bai Yaoyi hesitated for a moment, she raised her hand helplessly and took the page in her hand. She followed the same pattern, and the ghost head also appeared and then disappeared strangely.

When the old man surnamed Fu looked at Yang Qian, he hesitated slightly.

"Brother Yang, this Page of Styx probably doesn't have many restrictions on great monks, why not"

"Since the other two fellow Taoists have already agreed, Yang can do nothing wrong." Yang Qian pondered for a moment, then pointed at the page, and the object immediately flew in front of him.

After staring at the page for a moment, Yang Qian bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a ball of blood. He quickly used his blood to write on the page something that would not reveal today's appointment. In a flash of blood, the man who had appeared twice appeared on the page. The ghost head emerged again in the black flames.

After it smiled sinisterly, and just when it opened its mouth, something inside Yang Gan suddenly moved, and a strange sound suddenly came out. The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the monks present.

The old man surnamed Fu and others did not have any strange reaction.
As soon as the ghost head heard this sound, his face immediately distorted and deformed. After an incomprehensible roar, he collapsed and disappeared, as if he was running away in panic.

The old man surnamed Fu, the big man surnamed Yuan, the beautiful woman in black and Bai Yaoyi couldn't help but be stunned.

Yang Gan had a strange look on his face, narrowed his eyes slightly, brushed his sleeves against the pages of the book, and said calmly:
"Yang was planning to go to the appointment, but he was just curious about the Page of Styx, but this thing seems to be incompatible with something in the lower body, so he couldn't write an oath. However, Yang is a casual cultivator, and he will not be able to write an oath in the next six months. I will stay in Southern Xinjiang and will not leave. I will not tell anyone about this. It doesn’t matter if I don’t use it.”

At this time, the Page of Styx was held up by a cloud of purple clouds and flew back towards the old man named Fu.

The old man surnamed Fu grabbed the page with a surprised expression on his face. He really had no other means to deal with Yang Qian, and his cultivation level was even worse. He could only hope that Yang Qian's words and deeds would be consistent.

"Senior Brother Fu. I think what Fellow Daoist Yang said makes sense. It's okay not to use the Page of Styx. I believe Fellow Daoist Yang will not make a mistake." From the beginning, the beautiful woman in black, who had been mute from the beginning, actually spoke at this time. .

This woman's voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of an indescribable magnetism. As her autumn eyes turned slightly, her whole person suddenly became extremely charming.

Hearing what his junior sister said, the old man surnamed Fu had a flash of surprise in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he nodded in agreement:

"Since the Page of Styx has no effect on Brother Yang, I naturally have no objection, but I want to leave a mark on fellow Taoist. As long as Brother Yang does not leave the southern border, the mark will disappear on its own in half a year. I hope Brother Yang won’t take offense to this!”

"Yes, Yang's whereabouts are not secret. Fellow Taoist, just cast a spell." Yang Gan smiled and agreed without thinking.

Of course he had no objection to such a trivial matter.

When the old man surnamed Fu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and without any hesitation, he made a hand seal with one hand. After a few spells were spoken, a blue light shot out.

Yang Qian looked carefully and saw that this magic weapon was indeed just an ordinary mark. He immediately raised his arm and let the blue light disappear into it and disappeared.

The old man surnamed Fu showed a satisfied look, closed the pages of Styx, and said to everyone:
"I have finished talking about the matter. Since Fellow Daoist Bai still needs three days to think about it, my junior sister and I will wait for Fellow Daoist Bai on this mountain for another three days. Fellow Daoist Yuan and Brother Yang can leave and prepare first. Wandu is where the entrance of Yin-Yang Cave is. Although the poisonous flowers and poisonous weeds scattered throughout the valley are not a big threat to us, I still hope that fellow Taoist Yuan will bring some poison-proof treasures. Before entering the Yin-Yang Cave, we'd better not consume too much mana. "

"Repelling poison? Hey, this is a piece of cake for our Poison Saint Sect. Just leave it to Yuan. I'll take the first step." The big man named Yuan said with a smile.

Then he hugged the others with a fist, patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and released the huge spirit turtle. The people were wrapped in a gray wind and flew away on the spirit beast.

Seeing this, Yang Qian didn't intend to linger too much, and also expressed his farewell words.

He turned into a purple rainbow, cut through the sky, and disappeared into the distance.

Half a year was more than enough time for him, enough for him to carry out deeper training and nourishment on the Three Flame Fan and the Pingshan Seal.

As for the magic weapons to fight against ghosts, he had the evil-proof divine thunder and the soul-crying beast in his hand, so there was nothing else he needed to prepare specially.

As long as he has the Three Flame Fan, the Pingshan Seal, the Humanoid Puppet, and the Five Concentric Demons in hand, plus the assistance of the Void Emperor Baoding, he can sit back and relax even if he faces the four major mountain-suppressing spiritual beasts in Kunwu Mountain.

Even one-on-two or one-on-three can be successful.

With such confidence, Yang Gan drove the escape light and galloped towards the Silver Snake Mountain in the central part of southern Xinjiang.

Half a year was not a long time for him, so he felt there was no need to return to the Sea of ​​Chaotic Stars. What's more, he still has the marks left by the old man with the surname Fu, so staying in the middle of southern Xinjiang for the first half of the year is enough.

More than ten days later, Yang Gan appeared above a strange mountain range.

This mountain range is not small, about three to four hundred miles long, but the mountain range is long and slender, winding and undulating, like a giant snake.

But the trees growing in this mountain range are mostly strange trees with light silver leaves.

Looking down from a very high place, Silver Snake Mountain really deserves its name.

Yang Qian did not stop anywhere else and flew directly to the head of the "Silver Snake".

Before he even got close, Yang Qian could already feel the hot wind blowing against his face, which was mixed with a strong smell of sulfur and was unbearably pungent.

After a while, several naked volcanoes appeared in front of us. They were all cone-shaped and extremely ugly.

What is shocking is that low roars are heard from time to time in these craters, and some even emit streams of fly ash, which looks really amazing.

But just like this, there are all kinds of escaping lights flashing around these volcanoes. There are many monks walking in and out of these craters. There are actually dozens of monks gathered here.

Most of these monks are in the foundation building stage, and there are also those in the elixir-forming stage, but there are only a few of them.

This is also normal. Once the elixir is formed, the average monk will naturally focus on cultivating his own magic weapon and there is no need to come to such a place again.

As for the Nascent Soul cultivators, there seemed to be none.

Yang Gan stopped to escape the light, stepped into the void, and looked down at the volcanoes below from high in the air. A strange blue light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The terrain of this area immediately fell into his consciousness clearly.

After a while, Yang Qian accurately found the location of the fire vein with the strongest fire properties, and then he flashed away and went straight to a place between the two volcanoes.

After reaching a place a hundred feet above the ground, the escape of light suddenly stopped.

Yang Qian shook his sleeves, and three dazzling small swords flew out from the cuffs. They circled in front of him for a while, then he made a seal with his hands and shouted lowly.

The flying sword made a clear sound, and at the same time turned into a huge sword light several feet long, slashing hard towards the ground.

Suddenly there was a booming sound from below, and where the sword light hit, white, gold, and blue lightning dazzled.

When Yang Qian's expression changed, all the sword lights flew back in a circle, and the light in the original place dimmed, revealing a huge crack of more than twenty feet, and it was dark and unknown how deep it was.

The nearby monks who were refining weapons in other places were naturally alarmed by Yang Qian's big move, and some couldn't help but fly towards Yang Qian.

As soon as Yang Qian sensed the actions of these monks, his face immediately darkened, and he suddenly released the powerful aura of Nascent Soul level monks.

An astonishing amount of spiritual pressure rose into the sky, raging like a violent storm, and immediately swept around with Yang Qian as the center.

The monks within dozens of miles nearby were all startled by Yang Qian's aura and were out of breath. Those monks who originally wanted to see what happened turned around and left in a hurry, three times faster than when they came. point.

Some of those who were closer even hurriedly left the original place where the weapons were refining and dispersed around. They were all afraid of inadvertently offending this senior expert and thus causing undue disaster for themselves.

Yang Gan was very satisfied when he saw that all the nearby monks had the good sense to avoid this place.

Immediately he fell directly into the crack below, and the light disappeared in a flash, and his figure disappeared in the crack.

But not long after, all the monks who came to Silver Snake Mountain to refine weapons knew that there was a Nascent Soul-level monk here, and they all tried their best to avoid this place.

The ten-mile radius with the crack as the center has become a restricted area, and no one dares to take a step.

As the days passed, the crack was silent at first, but after a month passed, rumbling thunder could be heard from time to time. After another month, the thunder became sparse and replaced by bursts of clear sound. , as if the phoenix is ​​singing in the sky.

Then the sound gradually subsided, and there was silence from then on.

While Yang Qian was refining treasures here, in a side hall of the imperial palace far away in Jinjing, more than ten male and female monks in different costumes gathered.

Among them were Taoist nuns, monks, and Confucian scholars. All of them were at the Nascent Soul stage or above, with astonishing cultivation. Among them was a square-faced monk in brocade robes, and an old woman holding a golden crutch. They were even mid-Nascent Soul monks. .

And the old man with the black crown was among them.

These people were all sitting quietly on the chairs in the palace, all silent, and some of them looked anxiously outside the palace door from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Brother Eleven, you did not admit the wrong person. Is he really the old man? But three hundred years ago, I witnessed the fall and death of the seventh uncle." The square-faced monk suddenly asked the Taoist priest with white hair and beard opposite him, with a hint of trace on his face. concern.

"Uncle Qi's appearance is so strange, how could I misidentify the person? Besides, even if the person is fake, Uncle Qi's magic weapon Hanyue Blade will never be wrong." The old Taoist replied with a wry smile.

"Second brother, don't be nervous. If it's true, won't you know in a moment? There are so many of us here, and we're afraid that all of us will miss it. If it's true, uncle Qi, God will help our Ye family. If it's false, even if he Even if you are a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, don’t even think about stepping out of this palace." Another old woman in the middle Nascent Soul stage said gloomily.

"That's true, but there's nothing wrong with being careful." The square-faced monk seemed to think it was reasonable. He sighed and said nothing more.

After a full hour, when a few bells rang faintly in the distance, suddenly a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin man appeared there for some reason.

Then, after taking a light step, the person strangely and immediately arrived in the middle of the hall.

This person's appearance suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The eyebrows are burnt yellow, the eyes are small, but the head is extremely large, nearly half the size of an ordinary person. It is dangling on the neck, looking like it will break at any time, which is really weird.

But when the cultivators in the temple saw the terrifying appearance of this man, they all stood up in shock.

"Are you really the seventh uncle?" The square-faced monk took a deep breath and asked cautiously.

"Hehe! Second boy, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, and you don't even recognize me! But it's no wonder. I came back from the dead, which naturally makes you a little suspicious. However, I have the third boy's jade slip here, you see. You'll know what's going on." The big-headed weirdo laughed, raised his hand and threw a green jade slip.

The square-faced monk looked surprised, but he still took the jade slip and immersed his consciousness in it.

In just a moment, the face of the square-faced monk suddenly changed several times. When he drew out his spiritual consciousness again, he immediately gave a deep salute to the big-headed monster with great joy:
"It turns out that the death of Uncle Qi back then was actually a clever move planned by the previous Great Elder! My nephew was rude just now, so I hope Uncle Qi will forgive him."

"You can act so carefully, and I'm happy before it's too late. How can I blame you?" The big-headed weirdo waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

The other monks also looked at the jade slip, and not long after, all the monks in the hall were surprised and came forward to pay their respects.

"Really Uncle Seven"

"Meet my seventh uncle!"

The greetings came one after another!
"Well, you all can excuse yourself."

The big-headed weirdo was extremely happy, so he sat on the main seat without any ceremony.

"The third brother said on the jade slip that the seventh uncle had advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage two hundred years ago. Is this true?!" The old woman said respectfully with an excited look on her face.

"That's right! When those big sects secretly attacked me, they thought I was likely to advance to the late stage, so they secretly set up a trap to kill me. After I escaped that disaster according to the clan's arrangement, I finally lived up to my expectations. Everyone's hope was that the advancement was successful by luck.

Originally, according to the arrangements of the elders of the clan, I should not have appeared with you unless the Ye family was at a critical moment of life and death. But the three boys who are the only ones who know my existence suddenly came to me not long ago, told me about your plan, and asked me to help in this matter as the current elder of the clan.

I thought about it again and again, and felt that this matter was really related to the life and death of our Ye family, so I set out to help you. "The big-headed weirdo's face suddenly became serious. (End of Chapter)