Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

I saw that where the vortex had appeared in the sky, the evil spirit began to roll violently, and a giant claw was slowly extending from the evil spirit.

This claw is black and shiny, and is at least thirty or forty feet long. It has five sharp claws that are several feet long, flashing with a cold and eerie light, and looks extremely sharp.

Because it is too huge, even before the claw falls, it gives people an unavoidable and depressing feeling.

As soon as the spell stopped, the giant claw reached down.

A gust of evil wind whistled down like a hurricane, causing the sea of ​​fire near Yang Qian to tremble violently.

Without giving it any time to think, Yang Qian slapped the storage magic ring between his fingers with one hand, and the demon-subduing staff flew out of the bag. After a slight shake, it became more than ten feet in size and smashed towards the demon claw in the air with great momentum.

The demon-subduing staff, which was considered a giant, looked disproportionately small under the black demon claws.

A shocking loud noise sounded between the giant staff and the demon claw. The demon-subduing staff seemed to hit fine steel. It could only make the giant claw in the air pause slightly before it was bounced back.

The huge demon claw grabbed towards Yang Qian without any change.

Yang Qian pursed his lips and with a thought, more than a hundred phantoms of thunder swords circling around him made a buzzing sound at the same time, and then gathered above his head.

Silver, gold, and blue light shone brightly, and all the flying swords merged into one in an instant, forming a giant three-colored sword that was five or six feet long.

Then thunder sounded again, and thick silver arcs burst out from the surface of the giant sword, interweaving with golden and blue arcs, which suddenly turned into a dazzling rainbow light and slashed straight towards the falling giant claw.

"Pfft"!
The numerous sword shadows of the three thunder swords condensed into a giant sword. With Yang Qian's full body force urging it, it was almost indestructible. With a flash of three-colored sword light, it actually cut the giant claw in two.

A muffled groan came from the demonic energy, as if the old demon Che had suffered a small loss. The demon claw, which was broken into two halves, disintegrated in the wind and turned into a ball of demonic energy that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the snort, Yang Qian's eyes flashed with blue light, and he suddenly pointed the sword light in the air. Instantly, the three-colored sword light circled and turned into a purple giant python with three arcs of silver, gold, and blue, which bit towards a certain void fiercely.

With a "bang", a dazzling black light burst out without any warning, and a dark shield appeared. The purple giant python bit it but failed to break the shield.

At this moment, a black light flashed behind the shield, and a short figure appeared.

It was the incarnation of the old demon Che who had gathered outside the Ice City that day, a young child with three pigtails on his head and an unknown silver lock hanging on his chest.

At this moment, it stood behind the black shield, looking at the purple python that was still biting and attacking, with a hint of surprise on its face.

"Geng Jing! Not only does your flying sword possess the five great divine thunders of the immortal world, but it is also mixed with such rare materials. No wonder it can break my Devil Sky Claw!"

The boy's expression quickly returned to normal after a brief moment of astonishment, and his eyes were once again focused on Yang Qian in the sea of ​​fire, as if he wanted to see through him.

“It’s too late to realize it now.” Yang Qian spoke calmly, as if he didn’t care about the child’s words at all. He glanced at the Ten Thousand Demons Banner in the child’s hand, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. “If your real body came in person, with your cultivation level of the early stage of transformation, I would naturally be a little bit afraid of you. But unfortunately, at this moment, you are just an incarnation!”

Seeing Yang Qian acting so arrogantly, the child's face instantly darkened, and he laughed out of anger:

"Good! Good! Good! A mere cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage dares to be so arrogant!"

He gritted his teeth and said "OK" three times, then suddenly grabbed into the air. Suddenly, a black light flashed in his hand, and a small gray flag appeared in his hand.

“Hehe! I only displayed 20% of the power of the Ten Thousand Demons Banner just now, and you are so arrogant. In the next blow, I will destroy your body and soul, and let you taste the true power of the Ten Thousand Demons Banner!”

Old Demon Che grinned grimly, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread out the small flag in his hand, as if he was planning to use the flag to perform some great magical power.

"Ten Thousand Demons Banner!"

Yang Qian's expression was slightly solemn, and he suddenly pointed towards the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, dozens of fire crows shot out from inside and flew straight towards the child.

As his sword technique urged it, the three-colored giant sword let out a long cry, and with a tremble, it turned into three thunder swords again.

Each one was about a foot long, with violent electric arcs, and then in the buzzing sound, hundreds of sword lights appeared, which circled around the child and slashed at him one by one.

The child curled his lips, paused the small flag in his hand, and pointed at the black iron shield in front of him with one hand.

The black shield shook slightly, and turned into a misty light shield that covered the child.

Several colors of spiritual light flashed wildly for a moment. So many sword lights slashed at the light shield, but only caused waves of black light to ripple, but no damage was done.

This inconspicuous black light shield is surprisingly tough.

As for the dozens of fire crows flying towards him from behind, the young child simply ignored them and just focused on urging the small flag in his hand again.

Although these fire crows were transformed from the essence of fire, the child did not take them seriously. He believed that the defense formed by the iron shield was enough to stop the fire crows.

The small gray flag just shook, and the whole space trembled violently. Then it shook slowly, and suddenly a gray mist emerged from the evil spirit near the sea of ​​fire around Yang Qian.

Then a strange spatial fluctuation came from the fog, and suddenly four dark holes appeared. Each one was about ten feet in diameter, and it seemed as if something was about to come out of it.

Yang Qian turned a blind eye to all this and watched the fire crows immediately rush to the black light shield in the distance. Thunder rumbled behind him, and silver-white wings emerged. Then the whole person flashed in the silver light and disappeared from the spot.

Almost at the same time, those fire crows with red flames spitting out crashed into the black light shield and instantly turned into dazzling fireballs that exploded one after another. However, hundreds of golden sword lights were still being driven continuously, slashing at the black light shield.

But just as the child expected, the black light shield still blocked all attacks as if nothing had happened!
When the child saw Yang Qian disappear in the sea of ​​fire with the help of Thunder Escape, his expression changed and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He paused for a moment while chanting the incantation, and when he turned his other little hand, a thin black and blue rope appeared.

With a shake, the rope suddenly shot out like a spirit snake, and suddenly seven or eight rope loops appeared, which were wrapped around a place about five or six feet behind the child.

The next moment, a silver arc flashed, and Yang Qian's figure suddenly emerged in another thunder, and appeared precisely under the black and green rope.

Before he could react, the rope wrapped around him like a snake, trapping him completely in it.

Then, the rope began to glow with a strange light and quickly contracted as if it had life, trying to tie him up tightly.

At the same time, a sinister smile appeared on the child's face. He opened his little mouth, and a dark light flashed inside, as if he was waiting for the moment when the rope would completely restrain Yang Qian, and then he would spit out some powerful treasure.

However, Yang Qian did not do as he wished.

At this critical moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.

I almost forgot that this old demon Che actually had such a magical treasure hidden, which could even predict the landing point of his Thunder Escape Technique.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Yang Qian's expression changed, but then a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

With a low shout, he quickly made some hand gestures and a tremendous force surged within his body.

Then, an incredible scene appeared! Yang Qian's whole body was wrapped in dazzling golden light, as if he was wearing a layer of golden armor.

On his skin, golden scales were faintly visible, rapidly wriggling and emerging from his skin, emitting a wild and ancient aura.

At this moment, Yang Qian stimulated the body refining technique to the extreme!
"Hah!" A loud shout rang out, Yang Qian crossed his arms in front of his chest, and then shook violently.

I saw purple arcs of electricity jumping wildly on his skin, like little snakes swimming quickly.

As the electric arc surged, the blue-black rope was actually shaken apart.

It twisted and struggled in the air, seemingly encountering some irresistible force.

"Is this the Vajra Sutra of the human race in the spiritual world?! No, this aura is several times stronger than the Vajra Sutra! Mastered the body refining technique? Practicing both magic and body! You are actually a body refiner!" When the young boy saw this scene, his face suddenly became a little ugly. Black light flashed twice in his mouth, and he snorted coldly with gritted teeth.

He looked at Yang Qianru's godlike and devilish appearance, his pupils filled with surprise, and his mind involuntarily recalled the past events in the spiritual world more than 100,000 years ago.

Back then, the human race’s body cultivators caused Che Laoyao a lot of losses.

But before Che Laoyao could think about it carefully.

At this moment, a few feet away on the other side of the black light shield, a faint silver light flashed, and a looming figure emerged. Unexpectedly, the humanoid puppet approached the child without anyone noticing.

It raised both hands, and the small red bow in its hand flashed, with a dazzling red light. Then countless sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and dense flaming arrows burst out at such a close distance.

At the same time, a short black blade flashed above the child's head, and under the cover of many golden lights and red flames, it also stabbed down quietly and fiercely.

Even though this young child was only a clone of the old demon Che, judging from the depth of his cultivation and spiritual consciousness, he was far beyond the reach of the old man in the black robe who was transformed from the green-backed wolf!
He is not comparable to an ordinary level ten demon, nor is he comparable to an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator!
The sudden change made Che Laoyao's heart tremble, but in an instant, he realized that the black light above his head was a deadly threat.

"Little tricks!"

The young child growled, raised one hand, turned into a blur, and slapped the iron shield in front of him at a speed beyond common sense.

Then, he raised his neck, closed his mouth and then opened it again, and a coin-shaped magic weapon, carrying a thick black gas, shot out upwards.

Those golden fire arrows seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. They gathered together and turned into a thick pillar of fire. It hit the black light shield with great momentum and caused a deafening roar.

At the same time, after the child slapped the iron shield with his palm, the light shield also shone brightly, and the wall of the shield instantly became several times thicker.

There was a loud bang, and a burst of flames rose up and rolled over the wall of the shield. The entire shield trembled violently.

The magic marrow flying knife above flashed down and silently pierced the top of the light shield.

With a "sizzle" sound, the Demonic Marrow Flying Knife actually cut a thin crack, and after a flash, it appeared in the light shield.

At this moment, the coin-shaped magic weapon wrapped in black gas shot out, and after a crisp "dang" sound, it hit the flying knife.

There was a flash of deep and strange light, and the two treasures disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Yang Qian paused and started searching immediately. Fortunately, the divine sense transmitted by the humanoid puppet indicated that the Demonic Marrow Flying Knife was not lost, but was not nearby, and seemed to be trapped somewhere for the time being.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian changed his mind and without hesitation launched another backup plan.

One of the dozens of fire crows that were blocked outside by the black light shield suddenly spread its wings, let out a clear cry, and its body size suddenly increased several times. Then, it opened its mouth and a stream of white cold air spewed out.

It was the cold air of Xuanyu that was inhaled by the Fire Crow in the Xuanyu Cave that day.

Although a large amount of cold air was absorbed, it would be impossible for it to be easily transformed into the original fire of the two true spirit fires without careful refinement over a period of years.

But now, under Yang Qian's urging, he released a lot of them in one breath.

The white cold air hit the light shield, and suddenly the black light and white air became extremely distinct. A layer of thick crystal ice spread along the light shield, and almost in the blink of an eye, a huge ice ball suddenly formed, which actually froze the black light shield and the child inside.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of joy.

However, he naturally knew that it was impossible to restrain the incarnation of an old demon who had reached the state of transformation by just freezing. But in this brief delay, he made a hand seal with both hands, pointed with one hand at the hundreds of sword lights near the huge ice, and uttered a spell.

More than a hundred phantoms of lightning swords shot up into the sky, then circled for a moment, making a buzzing sound before dispersing in all directions, and the sword lights began to disappear mysteriously one after another.

Seeing that the incarnation of the old demon Che was so tricky, Yang Qian had already planned to set up a formation with the Thunder Sword, and then use the Xu Ling Sword Formation controlled by the Xu Huang Ding to kill the demon in one fell swoop.

However, before Yang Qian could summon the Xuhuang Ding, the huge ice ball trembled violently, and then countless silver threads shot out from the ice. After a slight wave, it cut the huge ice into pieces of different shapes and sizes, as if it was about to break the ice.

Through the translucent crystal ice, one can see that the black light shield inside has disappeared and turned into a black iron shield across the child's body. The child himself is holding an object in one hand, flashing a dazzling silver light, and countless thin silver threads are bursting out from the light ball.

And in the silver light, there was clearly the silver lock several inches in size that was originally hanging on his chest.

Yang Qian sighed inwardly. This old demon Che had quite a few treasures. Even if this item was not the Tongtian Magic Treasure, it must be a replica of some other magic treasure.

Immediately, he turned his gloomy palm, and an emerald green wooden ruler emerged. He gently waved the magic treasure towards the child in the distance.

It’s the Eight Spirit Ruler!
There was a flash of light above the child's head, and a silver lotus about a foot long appeared. It spun around, and a large piece of seven-colored Buddha light covered it.

The child who had just broken through the ice, slowed down in the Buddha's light, and suddenly became dazed.

At this moment, the humanoid puppet rubbed his hands together, a silver light flashed, and a several-foot-long dart appeared out of thin air in his hand.

When the child saw this, his eyes twitched, and the small gray banner in his hand suddenly flew out by itself, gently waving towards the void. He could actually ignore the Buddha's light restriction and activate the Ten Thousand Demons Banner in his hand.

In an instant, with the child as the core, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force. The distorted lines intertwined in the air, forming a gray barrier that emerged silently.

At the same time, the humanoid puppet swung its cold arm violently, and the silver dart in its hand shot out like a silver lightning, spinning rapidly.

The sharp whistle cut through the air, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill, heading straight for the young child.

At such a close distance, the dart reached the child as soon as it was thrown and hit the gray barrier hard.

However, a strange scene occurred!

The moment the silver dart touched the barrier, a silver light flashed and it easily pierced through the seemingly indestructible barrier.

However, what was incredible was that it did not hit the child directly, but passed by him about ten feet away, and then penetrated the barrier on the other side, as if it had passed through another space, disappearing in a flash without a trace.

Yang Qian witnessed all this, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he frowned inadvertently:
"This is... space distortion!" (End of this chapter)