Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Slowly standing up and stretching his limbs, Yang Qian flipped his palm and a ball of purple light emerged. Then it condensed and compressed into an egg-sized ball of light in the blink of an eye. It was shining with spiritual light and seemed to be a solid entity.

“It seems that as the Nascent Soul grows stronger, the magic power also increases a lot. I can try to break through the Spirit Transformation Stage. However, I still have to get the five kinds of cold flames first. It is not enough to rely solely on the control of the Yuan magnetic divine light.” Yang Qian stared at the purple ball formed by pure spiritual power in his hand, and murmured.

Then, he shook his palm, and the ball of light dissipated and disappeared.

Then, Yang Qian slapped the top of his head with one hand, and suddenly a ball of purple air shot out from it. After circling, it turned into a baby with the same appearance as him.

It's just that the Nascent Soul, which was originally more than two inches tall, has grown another half an inch during this period of time, and the body of the Nascent Soul has also become much more solid and clearer than before.

Yuanying himself held a small green tripod in his hands, with an emerald green talisman hovering above his head. There were three flying swords as thin as embroidery needles around him, in silver, gold, and blue colors, circling and flying at the same time, looking extremely eye-catching.

After this Nascent Soul came out, it seemed extremely excited. After playing in the secret room for more than half an hour, it seemed to feel a little tired and flew back into its body.

Yang Qian, who had originally had his eyes closed, finally opened them again, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

Before taking the Peiying Pill, due to the solidification level of his Nascent Soul, he could only move freely outside the body for half an hour, otherwise his body would become unstable and begin to consume the essence of his Nascent Soul.

You must know that one must wait until one's cultivation advances to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation before the Nascent Soul can truly condense into a round shape. One will no longer have to fear the yang wind of the world and will be able to move the body freely for a longer period of time.

This is also the greatest reliance for ordinary cultivators to fly to the spiritual world when they reach the late stage of transformation.

However, although Yang Qian's magic power has greatly improved, it is still a long way to go for him to cultivate to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation. After all, he has not yet tried to break through the early stage of the Spirit Transformation.

But the strange thing is that after being refined with this Nascent Soul Pill, Yang Qian could clearly sense that his understanding of the Nascent Soul seemed to have deepened by another three points. Although it would not be of much help in breaking through to the God Transformation stage, it was enough to consolidate his own late stage cultivation again.

This strange feeling was naturally a happy thing for Yang Qian.

After he put his Nascent Soul back to its place, he adjusted the energy in his body, opened his mouth, and spurted out three streams of light, silver, gold, and blue. After circling and dancing for a while, they turned into three flying swords.

As his magical powers improved, Yang Qian planned to spend some time to re-refine the three flying swords in order to further increase their power.

Thus, with Yang Qian's mind moving, three several-inch-long small swords flew to a few feet in front of him and hovered motionlessly.

He opened his mouth again, and a ball of purple infant fire spurted out, instantly wrapping the three flying swords in it.

Under the jumping and sparkling purple flames, Yang Qian's figure appeared firm and decisive.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, and without any hesitation, he lightly waved his sleeves, and several small bottles shot out like meteors.

These bottles opened by themselves in the air, releasing wisps of powdered materials of different colors. They merged into the purple flames, transformed into spiritual lights of different colors, and finally merged into the three flying swords.

Yang Qian stared at the three flying swords intently. As his ten fingers flew, spells fell like drizzle. He precisely controlled every step of the ritual with a focused and solemn expression.

The flying sword refining process lasted for three full days and three nights.

During this period, Yang Qian seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and was completely immersed in this wonderful ritual.

Until the last moment, his face turned pale and a ball of blood spit out of his mouth. This ball of blood split into three in the air and seeped into three flying swords respectively.

With the integration of essence and blood, the entire ritual process finally came to a successful conclusion.

At this time, the Gengjin Jielei Sword, Yimu Zhenglei Sword, and Guishui Yinlei Sword were shining with dazzling light, as if they contained endless power.

They floated quietly in front of Yang Qian, emitting a majestic spiritual pressure that was intimidating.

Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, opened his mouth and took a breath, and the three flying swords turned into three streams of light and merged back into his body.

He then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to rest, recovering the energy he had consumed during the ritual.

After about a day, Yang Qian finally recovered his magic power. Sensing the fullness of spiritual energy in his body, he thought for a moment, and with a flash of green light, a half-foot long emerald green wooden ruler appeared in his hand.

As he stroked the unusual ancient patterns on it with his fingers, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Needless to say, this thing is naturally the Tongtian Lingbao Eight Spirit Ruler.

Back when they were in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, many cultivators had already discovered the profoundness of this item. It seemed that ordinary spiritual power had no effect on this treasure.

After all, most cultivators are unaware of the existence of the Tongtian Lingbao.

“Although it is far inferior to the Xuhuang Ding, it is also the top-level treasure I can get in the human world.” Yang Qian muttered to himself, gently stroking the Eight Spirit Ruler and smiling slightly.

If he were in the spiritual world where there were more wolves than meat, with his cultivation level at the late Nascent Soul stage, it would be wishful thinking for him to obtain a magical treasure that could reach the sky.

Now, Yang Qian chuckled, holding one end of the Eight Spirit Ruler in one hand, with purple light flowing through his five fingers, and began to slowly inject the Eight Spirit Power into it. Sure enough, the situation was exactly the same as it was then. The spiritual power was obviously flowing in the wooden ruler, but there was no change at all. The green light on it was just the spiritual light emitted by the treasure itself.

After injecting one tenth of his spiritual power and still seeing no effect, Yang Qian decisively cut off his magic power and lowered his head to concentrate.

"I almost forgot that this Eight Spirit Ruler is a treasure of Buddhism. It is not feasible to use it like this."

After a moment, he suddenly raised one hand and stretched out a finger. Seven-colored light flashed between his fingers. Yang Qian actually forced out a ray of Buddha's light from the Vajra Shield in his body.

The Buddha's light flashed, and then disappeared without a trace.

The wooden ruler, which had been calm before, suddenly flashed with light.

A stream of green light gushed out from the ruler, and turned into a green subtitle in the air, like a formula. Yang Qian was delighted and immediately looked at it intently.

"Tongbao Jue!"

After just a few glances, he let out a long sigh, as if he had guessed something about it already.

The Eight Spirit Ruler is a treasure of Buddhism. As described in the original book, it can only be activated with the light of Buddha. And these subtitles that appear because of the light of Buddha are exactly the Tongbao Jue of the Eight Spirit Ruler.

The techniques that Yang Qian practiced have always been mainly Taoist techniques and body-building techniques, while he also practiced some magic and Confucian secret techniques.

Buddhist exercises are less involved.

Fortunately, the Vajra Sutra is also closely related to Buddhism.

With his mastery of the Vajra Sutra, it would be no problem for him to practice the Tongbao Sutra of the first two levels of the Eight Spirit Ruler.

As for the third level, it also requires the initial stage of Spirit Transformation to practice.

Yang Qian's mind was as fast as lightning and he made a decision in an instant.

Even if only a little power can be borrowed from the Eight Spirit Ruler, as a supernatural treasure its power is naturally extraordinary. Even if it is far inferior to the Void Emperor Cauldron, it also has its own special magical powers and of course it will not be ignored.

Having made the decision, Yang Qian immediately injected some Buddha's light into the wooden ruler, making the green light curtain clearer, and then began to memorize it with full concentration.

The Eight Spirit Ruler Tongbao Jue was indeed very different from the one on the Xuhuang Cauldron, but it was not difficult to practice, and was even simpler.

It seems that the first level can be completed in half a year, and the second level will only take a year at most.

After he finished memorizing it, he flicked his sleeves and Zixia disappeared in a flash.

The Eight Spirit Ruler was put away by him again.

Yang Qian took out the giant flaming cauldron he had obtained from the Spiritual Transformation Palace and observed and studied it.

Although this treasure gained spirituality unintentionally, it is definitely a rare top-level ancient treasure. Thousands of Yang Fire Crows can be born in the cauldron at the same time, and its power should not be underestimated.

Of course, the nameless transparent material that appeared with the tripod, a dozen pillars of fire, and three crystals, one large and two small, found in the Yin-Yang Cave are all materials.

Although Yang Qian knew that they were extremely rare, they were of no use to him, so he left most of them to Xin Ruyin and the other girls to deal with.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian took out the scroll he got from Kunwu Palace and the khaki demon-subduing staff he got from the storage bag of old demon Qian.

These are the treasures that made the three Kunwu elders famous in the past. They are also extremely powerful and can be used as desired with just a little bit of sacrifice and refinement.

At least it can be of great help to Yang Qian at his current level of cultivation, so he will naturally not forget it.

As for Yang Qian who took out the imitation of the Demon Dragon Blade of the Ten Thousand Year Old Corpse Bear in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley and studied it further, he was greatly disappointed as he expected, just like in the original book.

This Demon Dragon Blade was obviously also made with Demon Marrow Diamond, but the blade had originally devoured the flesh, blood and souls of several Nascent Soul cultivators, and the terrifying power it displayed was now gone.

It turned out to be an extremely ordinary treasure.

Even if one has not read the original work in its entirety, even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator will naturally understand the mystery after just a little thought.

Although this blood blade that imitates the Demon Dragon Blade can greatly increase its power by devouring, it cannot maintain this power. After a certain period of time, the increased power will gradually disappear.

A replica is a replica after all, and it has such a big flaw that it cannot be compared with the real Dragon Blade.

After Yang Qian shook his head, he had to put away this useless treasure for the time being.

next moment.

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Yang Qian's eyes, and he waved his wide sleeves without hesitation. Then, five pale mist-like auras gushed out from his palms.

The mists quickly condensed and changed in mid-air, and eventually turned into five snow-white skeletons. They spun in the air, making slight sounds of bones colliding, and then fell lightly to the ground.

This was exactly the first group of five demons that Yang Qian subdued after he killed the leader of Yinluo Sect on the battlefield in Tiannan.

The five devils stood quietly by. There was no trace of life in their bodies. They seemed to be just five soulless bodies. They did not move or make any sound.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction. After thinking for a while, he slapped the back of his head and another golden bubble came out. This golden bubble was exactly the Vajra Shield transformed from the Vajra Relics, but there were five more golden balls shining with golden light in it.

Yang Qian looked at the golden ball in the bubble and touched his chin. There was a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to do something but was undecided.

But he didn't know what he thought of immediately. Yang Qian frowned, took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed at the Vajra Shield. Suddenly, the golden bubble trembled and grew rapidly.

The five golden balls inside roared with thunder and countless thin arcs of electricity flashed. Five human-shaped skeletons covered with talismans appeared in the golden arcs. In the chest cavity of these skeletons, there was a black skull, which was also wrapped in talismans of various colors and seemed unable to move at all.

This is exactly the incarnation of the Five-Heart Demon cultivated by the Yinluo Sect's great elder, Old Demon Qian.

“The Five-Character Concentric Demon refined by Old Demon Qian is actually stronger than the Five-Character Concentric Demon of Yinluo Sect’s Sect Master. If the two can be merged into one, it will definitely be more powerful. But I’m afraid these five demons are ferocious and difficult to tame. Once they become one, and they have already backfired on their master once, it might be risky to subdue them.” Yang Qian sighed, muttered a few words to himself, and slapped the storage magic ring with one hand. A black jade slip flew out of the magic ring and fell into his hand.

He ignored the five demons in the Vajra Shield and immersed his mind in the jade slip.

Fortunately, although the evil-repelling divine thunder on the five demons had dissipated, they were shrouded in the Vajra Buddha's light for a long time. In addition, their bodies were covered with many forbidden talismans, so they looked weak and it seemed that all their ferocity had disappeared.

At the same time, the five demons of the old demon Qian seemed to have discovered the first group of five concentric demons subdued by Yang Qian. They stared at them in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Qian withdrew his divine consciousness from the jade slip with a change of expression, raised his head and stared at the two groups of five-hearted demons in front of him, his eyes flickering.

This black jade slip was an unnamed magic scripture that he had obtained from the storage bag of the Yinluo Sect's leader. This magic scripture seemed to be a little incomplete, but it did record several powerful magic skills and secrets, including the method of practicing the Five Heart Demon. There was also a similar magic scripture in the storage bag of Old Demon Qian, and the two confirmed each other and found no difference.

According to this magic scripture, in order for the Five Sons of the Concentric Demon to succeed in their cultivation, they must first find the corpses of five Nascent Soul cultivators who died tragically not long ago. Their Nascent Souls must disintegrate and disappear, leaving only a heart full of resentment lingering around the corpses.

With them, the five corpses can be refined with various rare materials for training, and then buried deep in a place where yin energy is concentrated. Every month, a cultivator who practices yin-attributed skills must be killed and their blood, flesh, and spirit must be used to nourish the five corpses.

After more than a hundred years, the five demons were able to communicate with spirits on their own and developed intelligence.

Then, using special secret techniques and simultaneously offering sacrifices to the five corpses, it would take several decades before the Five Sons of Demon could be initially cultivated.

However, the initial cultivation of the Five Sons of One Heart Demon only requires the cultivation level of the elixir-forming stage. How the magical power will be cultivated in the future depends on the hard work and energy expended by the person who performs the sacrifice.

But generally speaking, when the five demons reach the late stage of Jindan, it is almost impossible to make any further progress.

But Old Demon Qian and the Yinluo Sect's leader were also geniuses, and they somehow managed to train the five demons, but they made the five demons take a step further and advance to the early Nascent Soul stage at the same time.

However, it might be because of this that the five demons eventually lost control and turned against their master.

If it was a demon in the Jindan stage, there would be no way that the old demon Qian could suppress it with his magical powers.

In addition, there is an unfathomable secret technique hidden in the Demonic Scripture, called the method of combining and fusing the five devils.

This method can combine the Five Sons of Concentric Demons cultivated by Old Demon Qian and the Yinluo Sect's Sect Master into one, and refine them into a more powerful enhanced group of Five Sons of Concentric Demons.

However, the danger of this secret technique is enough to make it difficult for people to make a decision.

Although Old Demon Qian and the leader of the Yinluo Sect belong to the same sect, there is a deep fear between them.

Their five sons shared the same demon, and each of them had spent countless efforts and energy on it, so they were naturally unwilling to hand it over to each other easily.

Therefore, although this secret technique of fusion exists in the magic scriptures, no one has ever dared to try it.

If he were to follow the method of fusion and refining the Five Heart Demons, Yang Qian would need to use special restrictions to forcibly plant the plant in the five demons, and then feed them with his own essence and blood from time to time.

In this way, even after the two merged, he could still barely control these five powerful demons under the control of a special spell.

However, this method is definitely not as good as that of Old Demon Qian and the Yinluo Sect's leader, who could control the Five Demons as if they were their own clones. It is also impossible for him to use his Nascent Soul to hide in the bodies of the Five Demons at any time.

Moreover, the extent of the backlash is far greater than that of the old demon Qian. Almost as long as the cultivation level weakens slightly and the five demons cannot be suppressed, or once the blood essence and blood cannot be provided to feed them, the five demons will immediately counterattack without mercy.

However, this method also has an advantage, which is that there is no need to sacrifice the main souls of the five demons and one's own Nascent Soul together.

Even if there is a backlash, you will not suddenly fall into the hands of the five demons.

Although this method is somewhat dangerous, the benefits of fusing the two groups of Five Heart Demons together are so great that Yang Qian cannot resist.

So after thinking about it for a while, Yang Qian gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a ball of blood.

Several spells struck it in succession, and after a flash, they disappeared into the air without a trace.

For a moment, the blood mass actually glowed with golden luster.

Yang Qian's face looked a little pale, as if the amount of essence and blood he had consumed was extraordinary and had greatly depleted his vital energy.

But he had no intention of regulating his breathing immediately. Instead, he waved his hand, and after a flash of purple light, the ball of essence and blood turned into five thumb-sized blood beads.

Then Yang Qian flicked his sleeves again, and the blood beads flew towards the five demons of the old demon Qian without any wind.

Yang Qian's mind moved, and after a flash of blood, the bead sank into the golden bubble as if it were nothing, and slowly floated towards the five skeletons.

The black skull that was transformed into the soul of the dying Five Sons Demon Lord looked at the blood bead at the moment when it flew close. The green light flashed continuously, and then seemed to be stimulated by something, and actually appeared in the skeleton's chest. They kept bumping into each other, and everyone became extremely excited.

However, as soon as these skulls touched the densely packed colorful talismans attached to the skeletons, they were immediately bounced back by a flash of spiritual light, which made them even more violent and ferocious.

As he chewed with his mouth full of fangs, a strange rattling sound kept coming out.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his hand. Five golden arcs of electricity thundered and turned into five golden swords. After a flash, they nailed them in the void, unable to move at all. The skull roared continuously, and the green light in its eyes began to become stronger and weaker, becoming extremely weird.

However, Yang Qian made a gesture with an expressionless face, and a thunderclap was heard, and the evil-repelling divine thunder burst out.

As the slender golden arc flashed, the five skulls trembled after being hit, and the sound changed into a whine, and fierce flames suddenly fell.

Seeing this situation, Yang Gancai showed satisfaction on his face, and five blood beads shot into the skull's mouth in a flash.

After the skull took the blood beads, the green light in his eyes suddenly increased, and his energy suddenly seemed to have recovered a lot.

Yang Qian closed his eyes, formed a strange magic formula with both hands, slowly released his spiritual thoughts, and used the power of blood and essence to communicate with the five demons.

Somewhat beyond Yang Qian's expectation, the Five Demons' eyes suddenly became softer after just a moment, and their violent aura also seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Letting out a long sigh, Yang Qian reached for the storage magic ring with one hand, and five silver needles appeared in his hand. Then he raised his hand, and the five silver threads sank into the black skull and disappeared.

Then he muttered some words, and then he opened his mouth and sprayed out five balls of purple energy.

The purple energy kept transforming and changing in the sound of the spell, and finally turned into five lavender little people, with all hands and feet apart from their faces.

As soon as Yang Gan saw the purple villain taking shape, he stopped chanting and shouted low. He grabbed the ground with one hand and grabbed five streaks of light yellow earth energy directly from the secret room stone. They rolled into the villain. The body is as flexible as five yellow snakes.

Yang Qian uttered the word "fast", and the five little men suddenly rushed towards the five demons, and also disappeared into them.

The next moment, an incredible scene appeared!

The five demons of the same heart of Demon Qian and the five demons of the same heart of the Yinluo Sect's leader suddenly moved at the same time, as if they had telepathic connection. They faced each other and were sucked together at once.

The pale mist concealed the two groups of five concentric demons.

Yang Qian frowned, his face solemn, not daring to delay in casting the spell. He immediately recited the secret technique of fusion recorded in the magic scripture in his mind, and his mind moved.

The skeleton in the pale mist twisted in an incredible way and gradually merged together.
After an unknown amount of time, the pale mist dissipated, and only five human-shaped skeletons were left of the original ten. They suddenly stood up shakily and slowly flew towards Yang Qian, lightly and as if they were nothing.

With another thought, the five skeletons stopped again, but their eyes were flashing green light, as if they wanted to get closer to Yang Qian.

Yang Gan's face darkened, and suddenly a spell came out of his mouth.

The martial artist snapped his fingers and five blue arcs of electricity turned into a ring that wrapped around the skeleton. Purple flames burned violently on it and a burnt smell came out. The five demons retreated at the same time, making squeaking sounds and looking extremely panicked.

As soon as the spell stopped, the purple flame disappeared immediately, but the five demons, knowing how powerful they were, stood there motionless and became unusually obedient.

Yang Qian nodded secretly. He originally had no hope of controlling this newly merged Five Demons to the point where they could act at will. As long as they could obey his orders, he would be able to use them to defend against the enemy.

Now it seems that things are going better than he expected, and he can't help but nod with a smile.

'It's a killer move!'

As Yang Qian was thinking this, a small black bottle flew out from his hand. After five streams of gray-white air circled around for a moment, they obediently flew into it.

He waited quietly until the last wisp of grayish-white breath floated into the black bottle like light smoke.

Then, Yang Qian moved quickly and closed the bottle cap tightly without hesitation.

Just as the bottle cap was closed, a ray of spiritual light suddenly appeared, and several talismans in Yang Qian's hand rose out of thin air, as if they had spirits, and stuck firmly on the bottle body. Each talisman emitted a faint spiritual light.

Then Yang Qian carefully put the black bottle into the storage ring, a relieved smile on his face.

From now on, as long as you feed yourself with your own essence and blood once in a while, you will be safe.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he has enough elixirs to replenish his vitality, and his magic power is profound, reaching several times that of the cultivators of the same level, so he dares to do so.

After all, human essence and blood are the foundation of vitality. Once excessive loss occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

Even a late-stage great monk with a high level of cultivation would not dare to try to release his essence and blood for a long time to feed the demon.

After taming the strengthened Five Demons, Yang Qian was in a good mood, but he began to consider the upcoming trip to Beiye Xiaoji Palace.

Xuelian Mountain has been sealed for several years since it was shrouded in endless white fog. Everyone knows that there is a master with great magical powers meditating in this mountain, so naturally no one dares to make trouble in this area, so this mountain has remained as quiet as before over the years, maintaining the same situation as when Yang Qian first moved in.

The nearby forces, seeing that this "expert" really just wanted to find a sacred place to practice and had not taken any other actions over the years, also felt relieved.

Apart from instructing his disciples not to enter this area, they continued to go about their business.

On this day, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky near Xuelian Mountain. Huge snowflakes like dandelions fell from the sky amid hurricanes, covering the entire mountain range. In a blink of an eye, the sky was left white, without any other color.

Almost instantly, the thick snow on the ground rose by about a foot.

Such heavy snowstorms are rare even in a place like Frost County.

Ordinary cultivators were unwilling to go out on the journey in such weather, but a dazzling purple rainbow suddenly shot out from the Xuelian Peak, and after a flash, it disappeared without a trace from the nearby sky.

More than half an hour later, Zihong appeared somewhere tens of thousands of miles away. It had actually left the range of the storm and appeared above another wilderness mountain.

The light faded, and a young man in a black robe appeared. He had dark skin and ordinary looks. It was Yang Qian.

After several years of intensive practice in seclusion, he had finally refined all the treasures as he wished. He believed that he was ready. He was not afraid even if he was besieged by a large number of cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even if he encountered an old monster in the God Transformation stage, he would be able to protect himself. He was able to roam the human world.

After all, with the assistance of the strengthened Five-Heart Demon and the humanoid puppet, plus the fused Essence Fire and the Tongtian Magic Treasure, both his magic weapons and magical powers are much stronger than before he entered Kunwu Mountain. It seems that even if he faces an early stage Spirit Transformation cultivator head-on, he will not be at a disadvantage.

"In addition to the two great monks, the Palace Master and the Great Elder, there is also a thousand-year-old ghost in the same late stage. Plus, we may encounter the incarnation of the old demon Che from the Ten Thousand Demon Valley leading countless monsters to attack, plus the level 10 ice phoenix of the Lord of the Ice Sea. This trip to the Xiaoji Palace is really exciting." Yang Qian murmured to himself.

Today, Yang Qian has great magical powers and countless magical weapons, and he has become a leader among the crowd.

He already had a plan in mind. He had to first completely defeat Xiaoji Palace and make the two great monks and the thousand-year-old ghost submit to him.

Then, he suppressed the demons on the ice sea and captured the powerful level 10 Ice Phoenix.

Finally, there is the old demon Che from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. He will completely destroy its incarnation to prevent future troubles.

With such confidence and determination, Yang Qian did not hesitate to take advantage of the weather and left the mountain, flying straight towards Beiming Island.

A full half month later, nearby monks occasionally discovered that the white mist on Xuelian Mountain had dissipated, leaving no one there.

He looked like he had been completely abandoned.

While the monastic forces were surprised, they naturally started a fierce struggle for the ownership of the vacant spiritual land.

"Iceland of the North Sea" is actually just a peninsula close to the inland of Dajin. It is surrounded by the sea on three sides and leads directly to the inland on one side. It is only one state away from Shuang County.

In fact, it would be more appropriate to say that it is surrounded by ice on three sides rather than the sea.

Because this is the northernmost place that ordinary mortals can reach, and the weather is so cold that water turns into ice. Even monks with lower cultivation dare not walk outside with only a shirt on.

Such an icy climate, with the three sides adjacent to the sea, has turned into an endless glacier.

There is an endless expanse of ice and snow, and almost no one can understand how vast it is.

Beiming Island itself is only a million miles wide, and there is a huge ice city built in the northernmost part of the island, which is the Beiye Xiaoji Palace, known as the number one sect in the north.

To be honest, in terms of sect strength, Xiaoji Palace is not inferior to the top ten righteous and evil sects in Dajin. However, because Beiming Island is too remote, most sects in Dajin's immortal cultivation world do not recognize that this palace belongs to Dajin at all.

They regard it as a wild land and regard it as an overseas monastic sect.

That's why it was excluded from the ranking of Dajin Sect.

However, among the sparsely populated states and counties in the northern part of Dajin, the reputation of Beiye Xiaoji Palace is probably only above Taiyi Sect and Tianmo Sect, but not below them. It is truly the number one sect in the north.

Among these states and counties, Xiaoji Palace is also known as Beixian Palace.

There are countless independent cultivators and low-level monks who want to become disciples of this palace.

Xiaoji Palace recruits disciples, and there is also a distinction between the inner and outer palaces. The inner palace disciples are recruited from several large cultivator families living on Beiming Island, while the outer palace disciples are selected from small families and independent cultivators outside Beiming Island.

Of course, if the outer palace disciples have amazing qualifications or have made great contributions, they will have the opportunity to become inner palace disciples.

Not to mention the inner palace disciples, if anyone thinks that they are not qualified enough and still wants to become a disciple of the outer palace, they must walk through the extremely cold land of 100,000 miles around the Xiaoji Palace.

After entering this range, low-level monks are unable to fly with weapons due to prohibitions, and can only rely on their own magical powers to withstand the never-ending extreme cold of ice and snow.

As long as you can walk from this area to the Xiaoji Palace, you will also be accepted by the Xiaoji Palace and become a disciple of the outer palace.

After all, whether they relied on cultivation tools or elixirs to pass through this place, it shows that they still have their merits.

But naturally, only many of them can succeed.

Many monks froze to death in it, but every year there are still many low-level monks who throw themselves into it like moths to a flame in order to pursue their future immortal path.

On this day, in an area tens of thousands of miles away from Xiaoji Palace, there appeared more than a dozen figures wearing fur cloaks of various colors and with spiritual light flashing all over their bodies.

In the howling wind and snow, they moved forward with difficulty, and every step seemed to carry a heavy burden.

This bad weather has lasted for a month. The faces of several team members have become as pale as paper and their steps have begun to stagger.

However, they knew very well that in this environment where they could not regulate their breathing and recover, they could only rely on the spirit stones in their hands and the remaining magic power in their bodies to hold on.

One of them had a particularly grim expression on his face, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He gritted his teeth, took out a small bottle from his arms, poured the red liquid in the bottle into his mouth with trembling hands, and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquid in the bottle seemed to carry the power of fire, instantly restoring some color to his face.

“Friend Li, how many bottles of Red Flame Water do you have left? If you continue to take it so frequently, I’m afraid you will have difficulty reaching Xiaoji Palace. The hail area ahead is several times more difficult than here.” A dark-faced man in yellow clothes looked back and said with a frown.

The young man in the linen robe, although still young, had a firm and stubborn look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I have a spare bottle that should be able to get through this area."

"That's good. I don't want another loss in the team." The big man in yellow nodded, and the worry on his face eased a little. He activated the shield again, and with a flash of spiritual light, it seemed to have created a safe haven for everyone.

Although the wind and snow were still strong, their impact on them seemed much smaller.

Seeing this, the other team members hurriedly followed.

They knew that only by following the big man in yellow closely would they have hope of reaching the legendary Xiaoji Palace.

However, after walking a few steps, the big man in yellow suddenly let out a light exclamation and stopped.

He looked up into the sky, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The others also looked up curiously, and saw that in the white snow, a lavender figure had appeared at some point, floating quietly in the air.

What was strange was that, with that man as the center, within a range of thirty or forty feet, the wind and snow seemed to be firmly isolated by an invisible force, as if this space was a world of its own, and the wind and snow from the outside world could hardly invade.

The young man in the linen robe noticed the figure in the air at a glance because of the strange sight here.

Everyone was shocked and their faces changed instantly. You know, this area has a no-fly ban, even Jindan stage cultivators can't fly here.

Could it be that this person is actually a legendary Nascent Soul cultivator?

Or was he originally a high-level monk from Xiaoji Palace?

But looking at their attire, it seems to be very different from the attire of the disciples of Xiaoji Palace.

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"Are you two going to become the casual cultivators of Xiaoji Palace?" The figure shrouded in purple light suddenly spoke, and his voice sounded quite young.

Although the big man in yellow did not have a high level of cultivation, he was knowledgeable and experienced. When he was asked by the figure, he was startled and came to his senses.

He bowed deeply and replied respectfully, "I am Li Guang, the junior, and I am the one who is going to take part in the trial. I wonder what you want me to do?"

The big man in yellow said this with a look of respect on his face.

"You have some sense. It's nothing, this place seems a little strange, even I'm not sure about the direction to go, but you can still move forward so confidently, there must be some device to guide you!" The young figure said slowly, as if he was just asking casually.

Hearing the purple figure say this, the yellow-clothed man's expression suddenly relaxed, but he did not dare to neglect it at all and immediately replied:
"It seems that this is the first time for you to come to Beiming Island, so you don't know the time. It's fine in other areas of Beiming Island, but this area is already the forbidden formation of Xiaoji Palace. This formation uses the famous treasure 'Mirage Stone' in the world of immortal cultivation as the center of the formation. It can randomly deviate the cultivator's mind from the actual position. If people who don't know go in the direction of the mind's induction, they may never find the location of Xiaoji Palace. As for the younger generation and others, we bought a Dingyuan Plate in the market at the entrance of Beiming Island in advance. As long as we go in the direction indicated by this magic weapon, we will not get lost."

"Dingyuan Plate!" The purple figure nodded. He knew of the existence of this thing, but with his identity, it was not easy for him to ask for it directly.

"It's this item. Although it's not a precious magic weapon, it must be of good value and have someone as a guarantor before it can be purchased from the Xiaoji Palace shop. Moreover, it is only sold for thirty yuan a year. After a year, the effectiveness of this magic weapon will be lost. Just in case, I bought two pieces at once, and the second piece will be given to you. I hope you will accept one or two." The big man in yellow rolled his eyes slightly, and suddenly shook his sleeves. A light yellow disc slipped out and was held in his hands.

The purple figure touched his chin, chuckled, and then reached down into the air without any hesitation.

A yellow light flashed, and the Dingyuan card was taken into his hand.

The purple figure was naturally Yang Qian, who had traveled day and night for more than half a month and finally arrived at Beiming Iceland.

He originally thought that with his own magical powers, even without the Dingyuan Plate, he could easily pass through this area with a no-fly restriction and go directly to the Xiaoji Palace.

Although some intelligence had already been obtained, his divine sense made frequent mistakes once he entered the area, and he was unable to find the location of the Xiaoji Palace for a while.

Yang Qian's eyelids twitched slightly, and he couldn't help feeling depressed.

He thought he was familiar with the restrictions in the human world, and he knew the weirdness of this place from the original book, but he didn't expect that the no-fly restriction in Beiye Xiaoji Palace was so powerful, beyond his expectations.

He shook his head, thinking that perhaps this was the magic circle left behind by the Ice Soul Fairy. Thinking of this, Yang Qian felt a little calmer.

After all, Fairy Bingpo is a genius of her generation, so it is not surprising that she possesses such amazing abilities.

However, Yang Qian felt a little regretful.

Back then, he received the inheritance from the Ice Soul Fairy in the Xutian Palace, but unfortunately, that inheritance did not mention this kind of magic array.

Moreover, since he had inherited the legacy of the Ice Soul Fairy and possessed treasures such as the Void Emperor Cauldron, it would be difficult for him to casually use his magical powers to destroy the forbidden magic array here.

Otherwise, with Yang Qian's current magical powers, it would not be difficult to forcibly break this forbidden air formation.

Just when Yang Qian was thinking of another way, he happened to run into the group of people in front of him. (End of this chapter)