Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

At this time, Silver-winged Yaksha's body became clear. He glanced at Gray Cocoon, then at Yang Gan, and sneered.

"Hehe! I thought you would use thunder escape to come and save people, but I didn't expect you to know how to protect yourself!"

"Go over to save people? If I can save them, I will of course save them. But I'm afraid you just threw yourself into a trap? The giant net on your head can be put away." Yang Gan's expression remained unchanged, but he was calm. said something.

"Did you see it? It seems that you were able to see through my illusion. It was definitely not a fluke." A look of surprise flashed across Silver Winged Yaksha's face.

At this time, a gray giant net appeared more than ten feet high above its head. It was unknown what kind of technique this beast used, but it was able to cover up such a huge net without leaking any traces.

Ordinary late-stage monks would really not be able to discover this insidious trap without spiritual eyes and supernatural powers.

The silver-winged Yaksha that changed form this time is really weird.

Not only can the corpse energy contained in the body be restrained to the last detail, but the wind escape technique is obviously much more magical than before, almost to the point of being able to cover oneself with the wind.

If the old man surnamed Fu and other monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul are there, they may not be able to find traces of them even if they are in front of them.

Moreover, the attack by Silver-Winged Yaksha just now allowed his arm to easily pass through the defensive treasure of the beautiful woman in black, which should not be underestimated.

The corpse-refiner who fell in Kunwu Mountain in the original work is indeed no weaker than the late Yuanying monks, and is even slightly better.

"Hmph! You are quite alert!"

Seeing that Yang Qian was not fooled, Silver-winged Yaksha snorted coldly and raised his hand to wave to the humanoid corpse wolf.

Seeing this, the corpse wolf immediately flew over and was at Fei Zhi's side in a blink of an eye. Then he twisted the wolf's head and stared at Yang Gan fiercely.

But at this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from beneath Yang Gan, which was actually the cry of the soul beast suddenly beating its chest in a burst of power.

In the battle just now, except for the beginning, it was stopped by Yang Qian using his spiritual thoughts to stop it from moving rashly. This made the beast very depressed just now when he saw the silver-winged yaksha flying around above his head and was unable to do anything.

At this moment, he saw the corpse wolf coming over, and he grinned rudely at him.

When the corpse wolf heard this sound, his face suddenly showed a look of horror, and he looked at the crying soul and flinched greatly.

The silver-winged Yaksha on the side saw this, his face darkened, but after turning his eyes a few times, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a gray ball.

He grabbed the bead, threw it with his backhand, and threw the bead into the corpse wolf's mouth.

The silhouette of the corpse wolf swallowed the bead, and immediately turned around and emitted streams of gray air. The corpse energy was strong, and the fear suddenly disappeared.

Yang Gan turned a blind eye to all this, but took this opportunity to look at the green shield of the beautiful woman in black.

This treasure has lost its owner and is suspended motionless in mid-air. Its surface has a faint green light and is as smooth as ever.

Yang Gan frowned, turned his eyes, and fell on the pale golden scales on Silver-winged Yaksha. Suddenly his expression changed, as if he remembered something.

But at this moment, the silver-winged Yaksha suddenly raised his head and let out a long, sharp roar. Then he swayed and disappeared with the wind.
The corpse wolf roared loudly, sprayed out streams of corpse fire from its mouth, and rushed straight towards the soul-crying beast below.

Xinghun shook his head without thinking, and yellow clouds swept out of his nose.

Although the corpse wolf's fear of the crying soul was greatly reduced after the light ball appeared, it still did not dare to approach Huang Xia at all.

Immediately, the body blurred, and suddenly turned into several phantoms that circled around the Soul Crying Beast. Because of its reduced size, the corpse wolf could escape the light extremely fast, but Huang Xia couldn't catch up for a while.

But Corpse Wolf didn't dare approach easily to propose marriage. Because the beast's alert nose continuously sprayed divine light, turning Huang Xia into a layer of light curtain, wrapping his huge body in it, and the two huge fists in his hands kept dancing around.

With a huge body like the giant ape of the Soul Crying Beast, its fist cannot be made small. Even if the corpse wolf hits it with its corpse-refining body, it will probably be too much to bear.

The two were deadlocked there for a moment.

At the same time that the Soul Crying Beast was being dragged down, Silver-winged Yaksha and Yang Gan were already flickering in the sky, chasing and retreating like ghosts.

Yang Gan's wings are wrapped with electric arcs behind his back, and the sound of thunder is non-stop. There is no pattern in the position of his figure. Just now, he may have appeared in the west, and a moment later he will appear at the east end. One moment, he may be high in the sky, and the next moment he will appear. Several feet above the ground.

And the silver-winged Yaksha didn't know what kind of magical power he used. A pair of fleshy wings glowed with a bluish-white halo. His figure seemed to be invisible, but he could always follow Yang Qianlei's traces and follow closely.

The opponent's Wind Escape Technique was actually no worse than his Thunder Escape Technique, and the time he followed him became shorter and shorter.

The last step turned into an arc before leaving, the next step the silver-winged Yaksha arrived with the wind.

Suddenly, when Yang Gan's figure appeared from high in the sky again, he did not wave his wings and leave immediately. Instead, he suddenly touched the snow crystal bead in front of him. The bead immediately spun around, and large swaths of purple flames spurted out in all directions, while circling around his body. Dozens of small golden swords appeared, and bursts of sword light erupted, covering the entire area more than ten feet away.

Just after arranging all this, five or six feet away from Yang Qian, the space fluctuated, and a faint figure suddenly appeared there.

Suddenly purple flames and sword light shrouded his head centered on this person.

Yang Qian raised one hand, a loud thunderclap sounded, and a thick electric arc appeared on his arm, then turned into an electric python and pounced out.

Silver-winged Yaksha was also shocked when he saw this momentum, but the scales on his body immediately shook, and a golden light burst out.

Then a golden light shield emerged, protecting the silver-winged Yaksha within it.

There was an earth-shattering roar, and sword light, purple flames, and electric arcs came one after another, bursting out with dazzling light, and the golden light mask was submerged in it.

At this time, Yang Qian disappeared from the spot after a deafening thunder. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared more than twenty feet away, with arcs of electricity flashing around him, dazzling.

But as soon as Fang appeared, Yang Qian stared at the place where the light erupted and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Under the bright and clear eyes, he saw the situation in the light clearly.

As soon as the sword light from these flying swords struck the golden shield, it was easily bounced away. It felt as if the power of the flying swords had not been exerted at all, and it was just as if it was ejected by the force of the light shield.

The electric python transformed from the evil-warming divine thunder hit the light mask, but it only caused the light mask to flicker and then disintegrated without any effect.

But after the purple flame fell on the golden shield, some strange changes occurred.

A cold light flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, and he saw that after the light disappeared, a huge ice block appeared in the distance, with a light purple color. The golden light mask and the silver-winged Yaksha were frozen into it.

Although Silver-winged Yaksha was frozen, he seemed to be safe and sound in the light shield, but he also had a look of surprise on his face.

Obviously, this person did not expect that the purple flame could freeze the golden shield.

However, since there is no ice to seal the body of Silver-winged Yaksha, it is naturally easy for this beast to escape from the trap.

as predicted.

Silver-winged Yaksha pressed his hands into the golden light shield. In an instant, countless golden lights shot out from the shield, and they actually punched holes in the ice.

The entire piece of purple ice shattered inch by inch.

Yang Gan frowned, stretched out his hand, and all the flying swords circled and then flew back.

A moment later, the silver-winged Yaksha swayed and appeared easily outside the purple ice.

Then it looked at Yang Qian coldly with dead eyes, and suddenly raised its hand.

The golden light on his hand shone brightly, and a golden ball of light emerged.

But at this time, Yang Qian suddenly spoke:

"As expected, in addition to the two types of Earth and Wind Escape, you can also master the Golden Escape Technique. But as far as I know, even us human monks can only master the Golden Escape Technique. As for corpse refining, there are only legendary ones in the world. Only the Golden Moon Corpse has this kind of magical power. Could it be that you have already started to advance?"

After saying this, Yang Qian glanced twice at the pale golden scales on his body.

Silver-winged Yaksha was a little surprised when he heard Yang Qian's question, but then he snorted with a sinister smile:
"Hmph! I started to advance thousands of years ago! Even if you are a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, I am not afraid at all!"

As soon as he said this, the silver-winged Yaksha waved his wings lightly, and his fleshy wings turned from silvery white to pale gold, and a soaring aura burst out without concealing it. Such a powerful spirit... Pressure, even the huge light curtain covering the magic circle seemed to be shaking.

Yang Gan's eyes flashed, this aura was definitely much more powerful than ordinary late Yuanying monks.

Far from being comparable to the level of the three great monks in Tiannan, even the Great Elder Qimiao Zhenren of Tianmo Sect and the Great Elder Xuan Qingzi of Taiyi Sect are probably comparable to them. In the human world, except for the old monsters in the god transformation stage , other Nascent Souls that exist in the later stages may find it difficult to overpower this beast.

Yang Qian thought secretly in his heart, but on the surface he said calmly:

"Even if you have started to advance a long time ago, you are trapped in such a dark place and cannot absorb the essence of Yin and Moon. Even if you practice for another ten thousand years, you will not be able to succeed. At most, you can only master the basics of Jindun. The techniques used are a bit weird, but when it comes to magic weapons that are not mixed with metallic materials, these techniques have no effect at all. "

Yang Qian said this with a calm expression, as if he had everything under control.

"Hehe, is that right? Then you should learn what it's like! However, I'm not interested in chasing you around anymore. If you take the next blow, just surrender your life obediently."

Silver-winged Yaksha didn't say anything to Yang Qian at all. He held it up with one hand, and the golden ball in his hand became more and more dazzling. He suddenly raised his other arm with five fingers spread out, aimed at the mummies on the surrounding stone pillars, and shot out streaks of gray. pillar of light.

In the blink of an eye, the beam of light disappeared into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

There was a loud jingling sound at the stone pillar, and the chains fell off one after another. The mummies opened their green eyes one by one, and staggered away from the stone pillar.

But after only taking a few steps, the corpses stood still and looked at Yang Qian in the air without any emotion.

"With so many corpse evil incarnations helping you, you have no chance of winning! If you just surrender and capture him, you can avoid the pain of soul refining!" Silver-winged Yaksha stood in place and said to Yang Qian solemnly.

Yang Gan glanced at the mummies around him and fell silent. After a moment, he let out a long sigh.

"It seems that I have to let you see it!" Yang Qian murmured twice in an inaudible voice, and then flicked the storage ring between his fingers without any hesitation.

With a "Puff" sound, a large fist of light shot out from the ring, circled and landed in Yang Gan's hand, revealing a simple feather fan.

This fan is only a few inches in size and is divided into three colors: gold, silver and red.

But there are densely packed talisman patterns on it, one layer after another. The three-color aura changes erratically with a slight shake, and countless talisman marks appear at different times, making people feel dizzy just by looking at it.

Once you take a look at this treasure, you will know that it is something extraordinary. At this time, the Silver-winged Yaksha on the opposite side had finished casting his spell and launched the attack first.

He shouted loudly and suddenly threw the ball of light in his hand into the air.

After the golden ball whirled around, it immediately released thousands of golden lights.

As soon as these golden lights left the light group, they immediately had a flash of inspiration and turned into countless golden needles like cow hair.

After the golden needle circled near the light ball, it shot towards the overwhelming Yang Gan.

For a moment, half of the sky was filled with golden light, and Yang Qian had no way to hide from the attack like raindrops.

The mummies under the surrounding stone pillars also raised their hands at the right time, and countless evil soul threads were continuously sprayed out from their fingertips, intertwining and gathering at low altitude.

In the blink of an eye, a huge net tens of feet wide took shape under Yang Gan, and it was gray and wrapped up unceremoniously.

This net is so huge, and the evil energy it contains is truly astonishing. If he were an ordinary monk, his hands and feet might have been weakened by the evil energy from the net before the giant net reached him, and his magic power would have been out of control, so he could only be captured obediently.

It's just that Yang Qian himself has refined countless evil spirits, and with the completion of the Vajra Art, he is naturally indifferent to these evil spirits.

But the opponent's momentum turned out to be so great, attacking like a dragnet, even Yang Qian couldn't help but be surprised.

Immediately, his face darkened and he rubbed his hands together.

After a sudden flash of light, the three-flame fan light became several feet in size.

Yang Qian held the handle of the fan with one hand, condensed all the mana in his body, aimed it downwards and slapped the fan hard, and the surging mana in his body poured into the fan like a river.

Fortunately, Yang Qian's magic power was much higher than that of monks of the same level, and he knew this very well, so there was no disturbance.

After the Sanyan Fan made a phoenix cry, the mana fluctuations in the body stopped immediately.

Then the fan suddenly shook, and a stream of three-color flames surged out from the surface of the fan. Then all the flames condensed in the middle, and turned directly into a large fire phoenix with three-color long feathers of gold, silver and red, and went straight to the giant net. And go.

This kind of vision was extremely eye-catching, but Yang Qian didn't care to look at it. Instead, he pointed at the flying sword in front of him.

Immediately, the brilliance on the sword shined brightly, and it danced rapidly. Pieces of sword light bloomed around Yang Gan, and Yang Gan's figure was submerged in it.

But he didn't stop, he opened his mouth again, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the snow crystal beads hovering above his head.

As a result, the snow crystal beads shook violently and sprayed out a wisp of deep purple flame.

Under the stimulation of the magic formula, the flame quickly circled around Yang Qian like a psychic. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped sharply, and a strange "Zila" sound was heard.

A tall ice wall of more than ten feet emerged near Yang Gan as the purple flames collapsed. Purple light flashed on it, protecting him tightly within it.

At this time, under the flash of large golden light, countless golden threads finally shot to the ice wall.

The sound of "ding dong" is loud!

After a flash of golden and purple light, the surface of the ice wall immediately lit up with golden light spots, leaving dense pores several inches deep.

Under the subsequent attacks of golden threads, they were covered layer by layer.

Although Yang Gan's ice wall was about ten feet thick, a half-foot-thick layer of the surface was wiped away in an instant.

The silver-winged Yaksha on the opposite side was greatly surprised when he saw this scene.

You must know that although its golden needles are only made of metallic spiritual power, these spiritual powers are not the kind of things that can be replenished after being consumed. Instead, they used an unknown piece of metallic energy while they were trapped here. The ore is refined little by little.

After thousands of years of continuous training with corpse fire, these special spiritual powers are definitely very powerful, and after being transformed into a needle-shaped magic weapon, they are even more sharp.

Now, after such an overwhelming attack, he was unable to land a blow, which naturally made him secretly surprised.

You know, not long ago he used the same golden light to smash a piece of purple ice.

Naturally, Silver-winged Yaksha didn't know that the purple flame that Yang Qian used his blood essence to activate this time was no longer an ordinary Shura holy fire. Instead, after constantly taking Xue Po Pills and with the help of the power of Snow Crystal Beads, the fire was refined. A ray of ice flame essence came out.

This condenses almost all the cold energy of the Asura Holy Fire, and is naturally far from being comparable to the ordinary Asura Holy Fire.

However, in order to urge this fire to reach its most powerful power, Yang Qian had to use a mouthful of blood to force it out.

At this time, the three-color fire phoenix shot out by Yang Gan with his treasure fan also plunged into the giant gray net below.

The giant web composed of evil soul threads flashed with gray light, and countless gray threads were sprayed out from above, wrapping around the seemingly small fire phoenix.

In an instant, the dense silk threads covered the sky and the sun, almost hiding the bird's figure.

The fire phoenix let out an proud cry, and after circling around, circles of mysterious halo suddenly erupted. In the halo, three kinds of light, gold, silver and red, kept spinning, and profound runes emerged one after another, making it look extremely gorgeous.

And as soon as those evil soul threads shot into the halo, an incredible scene appeared!

The countless gray threads all trembled and stagnated in the halo, then turned into wisps of gray air in a flash and disappeared without a trace.

The densely packed silk nets, like the melting snow in spring, have turned into nothingness under the halo of light.

At this moment, the three-color fire phoenix started its real attack. It spread its wings and suddenly turned into a huge ball of light. The halo on the surface shrank and then expanded, and suddenly it surged around.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a gold, silver, and red light wheel appeared out of thin air in the low sky. It was so huge that it covered the entire giant net, and the three-color runes on the surface of the light wheel were flowing continuously, and it was big enough. The small ones can be as large as a foot, and each one is obscure and difficult to understand, which makes people look in awe.

The unusually gorgeous vision below made the silver-winged Yaksha in the sky look down in surprise. Although Yang Qian had already been mentally prepared, he had seen a lot of descriptions of the Three Flame Fan in the original work. When he saw it now, it was also Extremely satisfied.

But saw.

There was a flash of light, and the giant light wheel only appeared for a breath and then disappeared out of thin air.

Also disappearing was the giant gray net with a diameter of dozens of feet, as if it had never appeared in its place.

Silver-winged Yaksha's fleshy wings flapped unconsciously on his back, with an incredibly dull look on his face.

You must know that the huge silk screen has condensed almost all the corpse evil energy it has cultivated. Now there are only a few strands left in the dried corpse. It can only barely support the actions of the corpse evil incarnation and cannot make any powerful attacks at all. .

One blow from the opponent's feather fan completely abolished its magical power that had been cultivated for countless years.

And the spiritual power contained in the three-color light wheel just now was so terrifying that if he were trapped in it, it would probably be a disaster.

This is no longer a question of the temperature of the flames contained in the halo, but that it contains certain laws of heaven and earth, which are the power of heaven and earth that can only be accessed in the god transformation stage.

Although it has not yet advanced to the same realm as the Golden Moon Corpse, it has been wandering on the edge of this realm for so many years, but it naturally still has some perceptions and insights.

The strike just now contained only a small amount of the power of heaven and earth, but it also made Silver-winged Yaksha's heart sink.

What kind of treasure is the feather fan in the opponent's hand? How can it be so terrifying?

Originally, with the magical power of Yi Liao's cultivation, if he had any top-level treasures in his hand that matched the skills, he might not really be afraid of attacks of this level.

But it's a pity that it has been trapped in this magic circle since it opened its spiritual intelligence. It has no chance and materials to refine any hand-made treasures by itself. The few memories it got from the original body are also intermittent, so naturally I can't tell the general origin of this three-flame fan.

Had it not been for the monks who later entered the cave and were killed one after another by Silver-winged Yaksha, and then borrowed their corpses to refine the incarnation of the zombie evil through blood sacrifice methods, his movements would have been restricted.

Although it got some random treasures from some dead monks, there were few that caught his eye. The only thing that satisfied him was probably the evil moon mirror.

Just because there is only such a treasure that can be taken out, countless efforts have been put into it. There are several magical powers that require this treasure to be used.

That's why it became extremely angry when it was destroyed by Yang Gan.

Just when Silver-winged Yaksha's eyes were rolling and he was filled with fear, Yang Gan saw the dull look of Silver-winged Yaksha, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

No longer hesitating, he flipped his palm, and the fan he held shone brightly, and began to flash three-color runes.

Yang Qian's own magic power is enough for him to activate the Three Flame Fan several times.

Fortunately, the other party is restrained and cannot leave here.

Otherwise, even though the power of this fan is extremely powerful, if the opponent intends to avoid it and uses escape skills to escape far away, it will not be easy to trap him.

When the silver-winged Yaksha opposite saw this scene, his expression changed drastically.

Based on the range of power shown by the fan's attack just now, and the limited space in the light curtain, he could only take it hard.

Screaming secretly in his heart, Silver-winged Yaksha gritted his teeth and pointed at the much smaller golden ball of light in the air.

Immediately, the golden light stopped releasing golden light, and with a pop, it flashed into the silver-winged Yaksha's body, and then a layer of golden light emerged.

Almost at the same time, the flying corpse opened its mouth without hesitation, and a jet of black corpse air spurted out, with a strange light flashing in each ray, and the golden shield was submerged in it for a moment.

Seeing the silver-winged Yaksha making a defensive posture, Yang Qian naturally would not let this beast get his way.

He rubbed the three-flame fan with both hands, and saw a buzzing sound coming from the giant fan, and then the three-color flames exploded.

Yang Qian had no intention of holding back. The precious fan in his hand shook violently, and suddenly a burst of three-color flames surged out from the fan again. Once it condensed and deformed, it turned into a three-color sword with a body of four to five feet. The flamingo spread its wings amidst the sound of phoenixes and pounced on the silver-winged Yaksha in the distance with an angry and resentful look on his face.

At the same time, a stern look flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, and without saying a word, he shook his sleeves and robe, and suddenly a small earth-yellow mark flew out and floated above his head.

This treasure is flat in all directions, and its entire body is as moist as jade, but layers of gold and silver runes appear on its surface in and out of darkness. Although the aura it emits is peaceful and stable, it is extremely huge.

It is the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao Palm Seal - the Pingshan Seal! (End of chapter)