Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Yang Qian took a deep breath, his chest expanding like the abyss, and his deep roar reverberated in the air, like the resonance of heaven and earth. His hands, tucked into his sleeves, were like two hidden dragons, and he suddenly clenched his fists, with air surging, as if he could crush the void.

In an instant, his whole body was thundering, as if thousands of thunders were roaring at the same time.

The golden light on the skin bloomed like the scorching sun, dazzling and bright. A layer of golden electric arcs burst out like a dancing snake, instantly enveloping Yang Qian in a golden sea of ​​thunder.

The electric arc flashed with a blazing light, and every jump was so dazzling that it made people shudder.

Then he shook his sleeves again, and three lightning swords shot out with crackling sounds of electric current, like three silver dragons circling in the air.

They drew arcs in the air, turned into sword lights, and intertwined with electric arcs to form an indestructible barrier, protecting Yang Qian firmly.

At this moment, the darkness around seemed to be torn apart, and dark evil energy surged in from all directions, rushing in front of Yang Qian like a tide.

They collided with the silver, gold and blue sword lights, making a deafening roar.

The sword lights transformed from the Gengjin Jielei Sword, Yimu Zhenglei Sword and Guishui Yinlei Sword danced slightly, and like wheels, they struck the evil spirits around them, making them retreat and disperse, unable to get close at all.

Yang Qian was in the middle of it, his feet on the void, surrounded by lightning, like an invincible god of thunder, controlling the confrontation between thunder and evil spirits.

Seeing that these evil spirits were not as troublesome as he had imagined, Yang Qian nodded secretly, but his face was still extremely gloomy and his eyes kept scanning around.

Unfortunately, apart from the darkness around him, there was nothing else to catch his attention.

“You have refined these three flying swords quite exquisitely. They have even integrated three of the five famous divine thunders in the world of immortal cultivation! Looking across the entire human world, it is probably difficult to find a match. Even I am a little surprised. How can I miss such a treasure? I will take it and use it as a plaything in my spare time.” Suddenly, from the endless void, there came a deep and ancient voice like a blue dragon, revealing a hint of greed that was hard to conceal.

Yang Qian was stunned when he heard this, then he sneered and shook one of his sleeves. Suddenly a ball of three-colored light slipped out from the cuff. The spiritual light was gathered, and the three-flame fan appeared in the palm of his hand.

Although this old demon Che came here as an incarnation and not his real body in the Spirit Transformation Stage, his magical powers are indeed extraordinary. Before he takes out the magical treasure that has been hidden in his treasure box, he may have to use the Three Flame Fan.

Just after he finished this action, the demonic energy above his head shook violently, and at the same time, a whistling sound arose. After the demonic energy rolled like a huge wave, a huge vortex appeared out of thin air.

The vortex was pitch black, with a diameter of more than ten feet. As soon as it appeared, it began to spin rapidly, making a strange whistling sound.

A large black light immediately shot out from the center of the vortex and flew down fiercely.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and although he was shocked, he did not panic. He snorted coldly and made sword gestures with one hand.

A long, clear sound immediately rang out from the sword light around him. The lightning sword, which had been opening and closing widely, suddenly shrank, and in the continuous flow of light, it turned into a three-colored lotus, and slowly rotated.

At this moment, a black cloud came down and engulfed the entire three-colored lotus.

As soon as the two came into contact, a strange sound like countless swords slashing was made, which was extremely harsh and unsettling to the ears.

Yang Qian suddenly felt his heart tremble. The flying swords that had transformed into three-colored lotuses were pulled by a huge force at the same time, and seemed to be out of control and flying high.

Yang Qian's expression changed slightly, and all the magic power in his body suddenly started to flow.

If an ordinary cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage faces this huge suction force, he may really not be able to control his own magic weapon. The power of the Ten Thousand Demons Banner can be seen from this, it is probably no less powerful than an ordinary magical treasure.

However, the thunder magic practiced by Yang Qian was much more profound than that of the cultivators of the same level. In addition, these three thunder swords had been refined several times by adding rare materials, which was far beyond the reach of ordinary magic weapons.

As a result, the three-colored lotus finally trembled and barely resisted the suction force under Yang Qian's urgent sword techniques and magic power. It still revolved around Yang Qian, resisting the black light emitted by the vortex.

At this moment, Yang Qian did not hesitate and flashed the feather fan in his hand, and fanned it towards the vortex in the air with a solemn expression.

With a "puff", a three-colored column of fire rushed out from the fan and directly hit the black glow coming from above.

Violent and intensive explosions immediately sounded at the intersection of the two. As soon as the three-colored flames and the black mist came into contact, they burst one after another like boiling oil hitting cold water.

Obviously, the three-colored flame was much more powerful than the black glow. It only paused slightly during the flashing of the rune, and then easily defeated the glow like a withered grass, rushing into the vortex more than ten feet high in one fell swoop, and then disappeared in a flash.

Yang Qian's eyes fixed, staring at the sky without blinking.

After a moment, a buzzing sound was heard from the black vortex, and as the surrounding black light expanded and shrank, a loud bang was heard from the center.

The demonic energy within dozens of feet in the air surged and rolled wildly as if madly, and the vortex disappeared out of thin air in a flash of black light.

Yang Qian's face was gloomy. He waved his hand and the Three Flame Fan also disappeared. However, there was no trace of pride on his face.

After all, it didn't seem like this blow had hurt the enemy at all.

In this way, apart from unleashing the full force of the Brahma True Demon Power, only the Void Emperor Cauldron can help him win.

"Imitation of spiritual treasure? It's you. Is your surname Yang?" The old voice sounded a little strange, as if surprised.

"How do you know me?" Yang Qian asked slowly with a sneer on his face but in a calm tone.

"Hehe! Your feather fan magic treasure that can emit three-color flames is too easy to recognize! In Dajin, a lot of news about you has been circulated over the years. Some people even say that you killed the deputy valley master of my Wan Yao Valley!" The old voice laughed lightly and said without comment. Later, the tone gradually became colder.

"Fellow Daoist, you are indeed the Taoist Fellow of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. As for the deputy valley master? You are talking about the ten thousand year old corpse bear. It was indeed killed by Yang. He only blamed himself for seeking death." Yang Qian curled his lips. With his current strength, he simply could not lie.

However, Yang Qian was still extremely vigilant. After all, Old Demon Che was the one who followed the ancient cultivators from the spiritual world to the human world. After so many tens of thousands of years, he could be said to be the strongest person in the human world.

In a one-on-one fight, even Xiang Zhili would probably not be a match for Che Laoyao. Even though he was just an incarnation of the other party now, Yang Qian did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

But then again, the incarnation of Che Lao Yao is also part of his strength. Plus, there is the Ten Thousand Demons Banner here. As long as he kills this incarnation and takes away the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, Che Lao Yao will be like losing an arm and there is nothing to worry about.

"Yes, it is me! I heard that you have some connection with my old acquaintance Fairy Linglong, and you returned to the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower with her. Now the true demonic energy of the ninth floor has been re-sealed, and you are here safe and sound. It seems that Fairy Linglong has returned to the spirit world safely." When the old voice mentioned the word "spiritual world", the voice involuntarily changed a little, as if he was a little excited and a little afraid. "Linglong has indeed returned to the spirit world through the Nixing Disk. Do you know her?" Yang Qian asked with a faint expression.

But a spiritual light flashed on one of his hands within his sleeves, and a green wooden ruler appeared silently, while a fire tripod that turned into several inches in size suddenly appeared in the other hand.

"I am just a nobody in the spirit world, how can I know the Demon King's wife? However, since Fairy Linglong sent you out, she must have left something for you. In addition, is the magical Eight Spirit Ruler that originally suppressed the ancient demon also with you? Don't say that this ruler has been taken to the spirit world by Fairy Linglong. The Eight Spirit Ruler cannot be taken to another world through the power of separation without being refined by the Tongbao Jue." The old voice changed and suddenly became cold.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, but did not answer immediately.

"Why, is it difficult for me to answer this question, or is it that Fellow Daoist Yang simply unwilling to answer?" The old voice became more and more sinister, and at the same time, a powerful spiritual energy suddenly burst out from the surrounding demonic energy, and directly pressed down towards Yang Qian in the middle with great momentum.

Although this aura was the terrifying cultivation level of a genuine level ten demon beast, Yang Qian's spiritual power was several times stronger than that of an average late-stage great cultivator, so his robes only rustled as he stood there motionless as if nothing had happened.

"Hey! You..." The old voice uttered an unexpected exclamation.

After sensing this powerful spiritual pressure, Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and a ray of crystal light shot out from his eyes.

"I heard from others that Fellow Daoist has been secluded in the depths of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for many years. He would never leave the valley under normal circumstances. The one that came here now must be an incarnation of Fellow Daoist. Otherwise, with Fellow Daoist's reputation, it is impossible that he only has the spiritual power he has now." Yang Qian let out a light breath, with a strange look on his face.

"Even so, so what?" The old voice was emotionless.

"Actually, Yang is not very interested in the affairs of your Ten Thousand Demons Valley. In Kunwu Mountain, it was that ten thousand year old corpse bear that asked for its own death. This time, if you don't want me to join forces with Xiaoji Palace, you'd better let me go!" Yang Qian's voice turned cold and he started to be impolite.

As long as the cultivator is not at the Spirit Transformation stage, he will not be afraid of anything.

What's more, in the Xu Ling Hall of Xiaoji Palace, with the Xu Ling Sword Formation, Yang Qian is invincible.

"Haha, I haven't heard such threatening words for many years. I heard from the cultivators of Dajin that you possess three of the five divine thunders in the world of immortal cultivation, and your magical powers even surpass those of ordinary late-stage cultivators. However, the divine thunder that wards off evil spirits is only useful against evil spirits, and the Yin thunder of Guishui is not lethal enough. Although the Thunder of Gengjin is known as the strongest killing thunder method, you obviously have not cultivated it to a high level. Now you are trapped in my Ten Thousand Demons Banner, which is as powerful as the real Tongtian Lingbao. Do you really think you can escape and fight against me? If you don't want to be destroyed, hand over the things that Fairy Linglong left for you, the Eight Spirit Ruler, and the three flying swords. If I'm in a good mood, it's not impossible for me to spare your life then." Old Demon Che laughed wildly and threatened sinisterly.

Yang Qian's mouth twitched when he heard that. It seemed that this old demon Che really didn't take him seriously and had even set his sights on taking his magic weapon.

However, the name of the Ten Thousand Demons Banner is well-known. Many cultivators have said that this is an imitation that is closest to the original Tongtian Lingbao in terms of power. It is even said that it is several times stronger than the real Tianyao Banner. No wonder this old demon is so arrogant and unwilling to give up easily.

Since there was no way to communicate with the other party, Yang Qian stopped talking nonsense and immediately raised his hand. A ball of red light shot out, and after circling, it hovered several feet above his head and did not move.

It was the nameless fire tripod.

Yang Qian clasped his hands together again and uttered a spell.

The cauldron emitted a huge flame, which grew rapidly against the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became several feet in size.

Then, with the urging of a spell, the lid of the cauldron flew out, and a buzzing sound came out from the cauldron. Then, fist-sized fire crows rushed out from the cauldron, and in a blink of an eye, they were densely packed all around Yang Qian, and there was a red light everywhere. There were thousands of them.

It seems that Yang Qian did not dare to underestimate the power of the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, and he unleashed all the power of the Fire Cauldron at once.

Not only that, without anyone noticing, the Fire Crow that had been standing motionless on Yang Qian's shoulder, which was a fusion of the Yin Essence Fire and the Sun Essence Fire, disappeared at some point and actually blended into the group of Fire Crows. It was also shining red all over, and other people could not tell what was wrong with it.

At this moment, Yang Qian stopped chanting the spell, and after a low shout, all the fire crows spewed red flames and shot out in all directions.

In a blink of an eye, wave after wave of fire waves several feet high arose around Yang Qian, constantly hitting the evil spirit nearby.

The whole space was filled with a scorching hot aura, completely transforming into a red sea of ​​fire!
As the evil spirit came into contact with the sea of ​​fire, black gas and slow flames intertwined and flashed, and bursts of thunder-like explosions roared continuously between the two, forcing the evil spirit around it to slowly retreat.

"You think you can break my Ten Thousand Demons Banner with just your trivial tricks? Stop dreaming." Old Demon Che sneered, and then let out a long and sharp roar, which seemed to pierce through the sky like gold and stone.

Upon hearing the whistle, the demonic energy that was originally retreating suddenly gathered together, and groups of black gas began to condense and deform.

One after another, magical beasts and birds with shiny black bodies appeared in the demonic aura.

They roared constantly. There were different kinds of them, the big ones were more than twenty or thirty feet long, and the small ones were only a few feet in size, but they all looked fiercely at Yang Qian who was in the middle of the sea of ​​fire.

Yang Qian's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Because at first glance, these monsters were densely packed and arranged in the rolling demonic energy, forming a black mass that seemed endless.

Another sharp roar was heard, and these monster puppets swooped down from all directions.

The corner of Yang Qian's eye twitched, but he raised his hand silently and fired several purple spells at the fire cauldron floating above his head.

The cauldron trembled, and then a red light burst out. The red flames enveloped the entire cauldron, turning it into a giant fireball.

Countless scorching flames shot out from the cauldron and joined the sea of ​​fire. The temperature of the entire space suddenly rose by half, and the sea of ​​fire became more powerful, but then fireballs as big as heads shot out from the sea of ​​fire.

Each fireball contained a huge fire crow. With the help of the power of the sea of ​​fire, they rushed directly into the surrounding group of monster puppets.

Red flames of varying sizes exploded densely in the army of monster puppets. Thousands of fire crows flew and danced wildly, entangled with the monsters.

Flames were flying, demonic energy was everywhere, the fire and black energy were sometimes entangled together, and sometimes separated and collided, resulting in a stalemate for a while.

It was strange, whether the monster was pierced by the fire crow, or the fire crow was slapped by the huge monster, one side would condense in the monster energy and immediately recover as before, while the other side would roll in the flames and be reborn after a while. Both seemed endless.

A cold snort sounded from the evil spirit, and low spells came from all directions. It was the voice of the old demon Che.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked up, his face suddenly turned cold. (End of this chapter)