Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

This is the spirit beast ring, which is as famous as the storage bracelet in the spirit world. It is divided into several spaces and can accommodate different spirit beasts and insects at the same time.

Ever since Yang Qian’s trip to the Sunset Tomb, he has brought in spirit beasts such as the gold-eating insects and the soul-crying beasts.

The original spirit beast bag was naturally discarded.

He now flicked the ring with one hand, and suddenly a yellow ball of light the size of a fist flew out from it, then grew rapidly in size, turning into a small beast about a foot in size that was tied up with green ropes.

It was the mutant leopard-scaled beast that was captured by the elves in the Tomb of Sunset that day.

Although this beast looks like an ordinary leopard, it is actually a monster with some Qilin blood.

In addition, this little beast is a mutated leopard-scaled beast, so it already possesses amazing strength comparable to that of a Golden Infant cultivator before it reaches adulthood.

Such talent is almost impossible to find in the human world.

When Yang Qian was in Yunying City that day, he naturally thought about subduing the beast.

However, this beast is extremely wild, and has already begun to develop intelligence, showing an attitude that would rather die than obey.

In addition to preparing for the Qingming Guard Competition, Yang Qian had no choice but to put it into the spirit beast ring, intending to spend some time to dull its wildness.

By now, the beast had been imprisoned by him for a hundred years, and finally it became a little too much to bear.

A few days ago, the beast placed in the spirit beast ring, after a long period of struggle and thinking, finally conveyed a clear message to Yang Qian in a special way in the spirit beast ring that it was willing to submit.

However, due to the sudden changes in the outside world and the fierce competition in the Qingming Guard selection, Yang Qian had no time to deal with this matter.

However, there are still a few days, which is enough for him to tame the beast first.

The leopard-scaled beast leisurely leaped out from the spirit beast ring and instantly turned into a lively light and shadow, rushing straight towards Yang Qian.

Its voice was mournful, like a whisper carrying endless sorrow, and its emerald green eyes were actually flashing with a human-like pleading look, so crystal clear that it made people feel pity.

Its body is petite, like the most nimble big cat in the forest, and every line of its body outlines its indescribable cuteness and fragility.

"I am going to plant a restriction on you now. If you release your spiritual sense, I will remove the restraints on you and give you some benefits. Otherwise, I will lock you up for a hundred years." Yang Qian's words were cold, but every word was loud and clear, revealing unquestionable majesty.

Although the leopard-scaled beast was not fully intelligent, it keenly grasped the weight of Yang Qian's words. Its body trembled slightly, as if it was making a difficult decision.

Finally, its furry little head nodded repeatedly, as if in silent agreement.

Seeing this, Yang Qian curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, and lightly spun one hand. A dozen silver needles as thin as hair appeared out of thin air in his palm, each of which was flashing with a cold light, yet still delicate.

He moved his wrist slightly, and the silver needle streaked across the night sky like a meteor, instantly penetrating into the body of the little beast, leaving only a series of tiny trails of light.

Then, Yang Qian took out a bright red talisman from his sleeve. The talisman had intricate runes on it, revealing an ancient and mysterious aura.

He suddenly opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood gushed out, landing accurately on the talisman. In an instant, the talisman seemed to be given life and glowed brightly.

Afterwards, Yang Qian lightly pinched the talisman with his fingertips and waved it gently. With a "puff" sound, the talisman turned into a thick blood mist, which lingered around the little beast and did not dissipate for a long time.

Yang Qian muttered something, and suddenly raised his hand and patted the top of his head.

hum-

In a flash of purple light, a tiny baby several inches in size emerged, stepping on a small tripod, with a solemn look on its little face.

It was Yang Qian’s Nascent Soul!
As soon as the Nascent Soul appeared, it opened its mouth and spurted out a ball of faint green light.

As soon as the blood mist saw the green light, it rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two merged into one, turning into a brilliant green and red flame.

At this time, Yang Qian's Nascent Soul figure, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands together, and cast several spells in succession towards the green and red flames.

As soon as the light absorbed those spells, it trembled suddenly, then rolled violently, and turned into a fist-sized ghost face, ferocious and hideous.

Then, Yuanying's little hand gently touched the little beast again.

The ghost head grinned, turned around as if it was alive, and with a whistling sound, it drilled into the little animal's head and disappeared without a trace.

"Ow—"

The next moment, the leopard-scaled beast let out a loud cry, and immediately its eyes rolled back and it fell to the ground, falling unconscious.

At the same time, a layer of green and red light appeared on his body, flickering continuously.

"It's done!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian showed a look of satisfaction, and without hesitation, he grabbed the little beast's body with one hand.

After a muffled "bang", the green rope wrapped around the little beast broke into pieces and disappeared.

Afterwards, Yang Qian no longer paid attention to the leopard-scaled beast. He placed his hands on his knees while sitting cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes and began to meditate, chanting something.

At the same time, the surface of its skin gradually emitted a faint golden light, and was surrounded by faint arcs of silver, gold, blue and purple, making a crackling sound.

During the remaining time, Yang Qian never left the secret room, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, outside the palace gate, a ray of fire rushed in from a distance. This ray of fire actually ignored the forbidden magic circle outside the door and flew straight into the living room. Then it flashed and shot towards the secret room where Yang Qian was.

However, when the firelight just hit the door of the secret room, a faint white haze suddenly appeared on the door. It was obvious that the formation set up by Yang Qian blocked the firelight outside.

The flame circled outside the door for several times, and tried again. When it found that it still could not get in, it suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed on the door of the secret room, and a figure suddenly appeared from the door in an extremely strange way. He raised his hand, without fear of the fire, and grabbed it steadily in his hand.

And this person was none other than Yang Qian, who had been in seclusion for three days.

At this moment, his expression was indifferent, and on his shoulder lay a small animal that looked like a civet cat. It was the leopard-scaled beast.

The leopard-scaled beast gently rubbed Yang Qian's cheek, with a hint of intimacy and playfulness in its actions.

Seeing this, Yang Qian smiled slightly, and then calmly immersed his spiritual consciousness into the fireball in his hand.

This fireball is the sound transmission note sent by Yuque Pavilion to fight for the spiritual land.

As Yang Qian's mind moved, a stream of information instantly flooded into his mind like a tide. "Guangwu Palace! Humph!"

Yang Qian muttered something, rubbed his hands together, and the fireball disappeared.

Then he strode towards the door.

Two hours later.

Above an open-air square of a huge palace somewhere, Yang Qian, with his clothes fluttering, was suspended in a huge white curtain of light.

At the edge of the light curtain, a scarred man with a resolute face and wearing dazzling golden armor, with his arms folded and his eyes as cold as ice, exudes an inviolable majesty.

This person is actually a Heavenly Guard in the Void Refinement Stage!
Time passed little by little, and Yang Qian waited motionlessly for a whole meal. Even the man in golden armor showed a trace of impatience on his face. He kept looking up at the seven scorching suns in the sky, as if he was calculating the time.

At this moment, a dazzling blue light suddenly appeared on the horizon, like lightning that cuts through the sky, approaching in an instant. When the light faded, the figure of a monk appeared in front of the light curtain.

With an apologetic smile on his face, he bowed to the golden-armored monk, his tone filled with sincerity and urgency:

"Please forgive me, Senior! I was delayed a little because of refining magic weapons, so I am a little late. I hope you can forgive me. I wonder if I can still join this fight in time?"

This person is none other than the man named Weng.

"Hmph! If you come a moment later, you will be disqualified from the competition! You are lucky that you arrived at the last minute. Go in now." The scarred monk in golden armor glanced at the man with drooping eyebrows and said impatiently.

After saying that, he made a hand gesture and cast a golden spell at the white light curtain.

Suddenly, the light curtain shone brightly, and with a violent tremor, a passage about ten feet wide suddenly opened in front of the man named Weng.

"Thank you, senior!"

Upon hearing this, the big man surnamed Weng showed an expression of ecstasy, and his figure suddenly turned into a dazzling blue light, like a snake coming out of a cave, penetrating the mysterious light curtain at an incredibly fast speed.

When he stood firmly opposite Yang Qian, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and a twisted and ferocious smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, like a lone wolf in the cold night, ready to attack.

"Oh, you are really a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger! You dare to challenge me with your mere initial level of cultivation. Your courage is really impressive." There was a chill in the words of the man with raised eyebrows. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a threat that could not be ignored.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qian curled up a faint smile, which contained both disdain and a bit of laziness, as if the other party's provocation was nothing more than a breeze to him and was not worth mentioning.

He didn't even raise his eyelids. His calmness instantly ignited the anger in the man with raised eyebrows. The murderous intent that he had tried to suppress became more and more intense like a wildfire blown by a strong wind.

You know, in the original novel, this person was almost completely defeated by Han Li, and Yang Qian thought that he was now several times stronger than Han Li of the same period, so naturally he would not be too afraid of this man with drooping eyebrows.

"Listen carefully! There are no restrictions in the battles in the spirit land. As long as you leave the restricted area, any means can be used. Unless one party takes the initiative to admit defeat, I will not stop it at all. If you think you are not strong enough, it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible. Although there are not many cases of death in the battles in the spirit land, it is common for people to be knocked down a level due to serious injuries. If there is no objection, it will begin now." The scarred monk's voice was cold and mechanical, like a hammer that pronounced fate, every word was clear and ruthless.

Yang Qian and the big man named Weng were several feet apart. Their eyes met, but they both remained silent. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere as if a storm was about to come.

The monk in golden armor nodded slightly, and uttered two words like the sound of metal and stone, resounding throughout the space:

"start."

In an instant, the air around seemed to freeze, and time became heavy at this moment.

Yang Qian and the man with drooping eyebrows responded to the silent horn almost at the same time. Their movements were swift and coordinated, as if they had been competing secretly for a long time.

Yang Qian appeared calm on the surface, but in fact he was extremely cautious underneath his calmness. He knew that facing an opponent that even the late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators were wary of, any underestimation of the enemy would be fatal.

He narrowed his eyes and fluttered his sleeves lightly, like a spring breeze blowing on willows. In an instant, three inch-long flying swords broke out of his sleeves, and they danced gracefully in the interweaving of silver light, golden light and green waves, transforming into dozens of gorgeous sword shadows, intertwining and entwining, like three blooming three-color lotus flowers, lightly spinning around him, which was beautiful but also full of murderous intent.

At the same time, he opened his mouth again and spit out a small and exquisite three-legged green tripod. Then, bathed in brilliant spiritual light, it expanded into a towering giant tripod over ten feet high, with a constant buzzing sound.

It is the Xuhuang Baoding!

The man with raised eyebrows who was confronting him also had extraordinary means.

Without hesitation, the man flicked his fingertips, made a hand gesture, and countless blue spots the size of rice grains suddenly burst out from his body.

These blue spots of light were only the size of rice grains, but they kept surging. In a blink of an eye, they were so dense that they almost submerged him completely.

Then the man reached out his other hand towards the void, a dazzling silver light flashed, and a silver Dharma wheel appeared in his hand. Although it was only the size of a palm, its appearance looked extremely simple and ancient. Moreover, on the surface of the silver wheel, there were layers of talismans engraved, which kept flashing, and it was obvious that it was a very important thing.

Yang Qian stared at the movements of the man with raised eyebrows, frowned slightly, but did not stop his hands.

At this time, the man with raised eyebrows waved his arm, and the silver Dharma theory rose into the air, turning into a dazzling silver ball, which rotated flexibly in the air.

Along with the low and powerful incantations, its volume expanded rapidly, and in a moment it had expanded to a size of thirty or four feet, like a silver sun hanging high above the man's head, shining brightly and imposing.

After the man with raised eyebrows finished all this, he looked at the opposite side with a cold gaze, and his face couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The three flying swords of different colors were fine, but when he saw the huge cauldron that was humming, his heart couldn't help but shudder.

Although it is difficult to determine the true power of a treasure based on its appearance alone, among cultivators, treasures with extremely special shapes such as "tripod", "lamp", "mirror", etc. often contain magical powers that are difficult to guard against. This is also the experience gained over countless years.

In particular, after the Xuhuang Ding was activated, the spiritual pressure it emitted was far beyond that of ordinary magic weapons, which made the man with drooping eyebrows suddenly alert and felt that this battle would not be easy.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and the man with raised brows took the initiative to attack without hesitation.

He let out a low shout and quickly formed seals with his hands. The blue light spots surrounding his body seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, and suddenly condensed into bright blue sand spots, rising into the air and cutting through the sky.

These blue sands circled in the air for a moment, and then they seemed to be given life. One turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, and in an instant, a vast and boundless sea of ​​blue sand spread out, covering half of the sky.

Covering the sky and the sun, majestic and magnificent!
This move alone is enough to make ordinary early stage Jindan cultivators extremely fearful.

At the same time, the huge silver wheel that was originally hanging in the air disappeared quietly under the cover of the blue sand and sea of ​​clouds, as if it had merged into this vastness, leaving no trace.

"go with!"

After the man with raised eyebrows shouted loudly, the sand cloud flashed with a dark blue light and pressed down towards Yang Qian gloomily. As the sand grains rubbed and rolled, the sound of thunder could be heard faintly.

"Well done!"

When Yang Qian saw this scene, his eyes narrowed. Without seeing him make any move, the three-colored lotus flowers around him spun around and then flew into the air without showing any weakness.

With every sway of the lotus, the three-colored light intertwined into a web, and its power was comparable to the blue sand sea of ​​clouds that was pressing down on it. The power of the thunder sword seemed to be able to compete with it.

The might displayed by Yang Qian with his initial cultivation level was no less than that of a man with raised eyebrows in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm! (End of this chapter)