Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The scarred monk in golden armor outside the light curtain did not say anything else, but the shock on his face was still evident.

"Friend Daoist Weng, do you still want to fight?" Yang Qian did not respond to the other party's question. Instead, he asked back very calmly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

The man surnamed Weng's face suddenly became extremely ugly, like a dark cloud.

"Although you have cultivated both magic and body, your magical powers are indeed far beyond my expectations, but do you really think you have won this fight? Next, even if I have to give up a hundred years of hard training, I will let you see the true power of the Thousand Soul Bell!" The man surnamed Weng was furious. He raised his head and glanced at the black shadow that easily held up the golden lotus, and said in a stern voice.

It happened in a flash. The man was seen muttering something like a violent storm, a blue light flashed on his head like lightning, and his Nascent Soul appeared again like a ghost.

The solemn expression on this Nascent Soul's face was like frost, and one hand was rapidly making hand gestures, so fast that it was dizzying.

The other hand suddenly swung towards the air, and a tangible blue beam of light shot out like an arrow from a bow, with an indomitable momentum, and hit the black bell shadow hard. At the same time, a mysterious spell like a magic spell rang out from his mouth.

The black bell shadow trembled, and then a black light emerged in the shadow, which was the real body of the Thousand Soul Bell.

With a slight turn of the bell, the blue beam of light was transformed into points of spiritual light, which were absorbed into the body.

The man with raised eyebrows below took this opportunity to flick his finger at Hei Ling from a distance.

With a "dang" sound, a seemingly ordinary crisp sound was heard.

There was a sudden violent spatial fluctuation in the light curtain, and then a thin black crack appeared in the sky without any warning.

As soon as the Yuanying of the man with raised eyebrows saw the black crack appear, it bounced in the air towards the black bell five or six times.

With every bounce, his face turned paler as if a bit of the blood was drained away, and the black crack suddenly widened a little as if air was blown into it.

After the bell rang so many times, the black crack had opened into a semicircular hole, with black air surging like a tide inside and cold wind howling wildly, making it impossible to see even the slightest bit of the situation inside.

"quack!"

An extremely strange and creepy laugh suddenly came out from inside.

Yang Qian's pupils suddenly shrank, and golden light instantly burst out from his body, shining brightly. At the same time, the gray magnetic divine light also "whoosh" suddenly rose by nearly half, like an indestructible shield, protecting himself tightly inside.

After all, facing this spiritual treasure-level treasure, especially the soul of the master of the man with drooping eyebrows who is in the Void Refinement Stage may be hidden inside, he naturally has to be extremely careful and pay full attention.

At this moment, a shocking scene appeared!

Suddenly, wisps of black silk appeared around Yang Qian like ghosts. These black silks seemed to have life and spun rapidly around his body, but they had no intention of launching an attack.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he came to his senses, he recalled the other party's actions.

Suddenly, the black threads quickly changed and condensed as if under a spell, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a shiny black light array.

It just trapped Yang Qian tightly inside.

"Formation!"

Yang Qian was startled at first, then seemed to remember something. There was no panic on his face. Instead, a gray light flashed on his body and swept towards the magic circle madly.

However, the Yuan magnetic divine light did not play any role, and at this moment, a sharp light flashed in Yang Qian's eyes very secretly.

The black magic circle suddenly flashed, and Yang Qian felt dizzy. Then he, the giant tripod and the golden lotus disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he staggered and suddenly appeared in a dark, eerie and strange space. There were overlapping black shadows all around him and the sound of ghosts crying suddenly rang out.

He was actually sucked directly into the black crack like this.

When Yang Qian saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, but then the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. Instead of panicking, he sneered.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul of the man with raised eyebrows outside hurriedly activated the black bell again.

Suddenly, amidst the ringing of bells, the entrance of the crack slowly closed together, and in the last flash it turned into a faint black line more than ten feet long, floating quietly in the air, motionless.

Then, the Nascent Soul flashed and returned to his own body.

The real body of the man with raised eyebrows opened his eyes and showed a sinister smile on his face.

That black crack is a space opened up by the Thousand Souls Bell alone. Although it is called "Thousand Souls", there are at least eight thousand ghosts of all kinds in it, and all the ghosts are the spirits of some special monsters that were extremely vicious in their lifetime. After being specially refined with secret methods, their viciousness is not much less than that of the monsters in their lifetime.

One of the main souls in the Thousand Soul Bell was a spiritual beast in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation when he was alive. By chance, he was sacrificed and refined by his master to become the main soul of this treasure.

With the cooperation of other ghosts, the supernatural powers of this main soul can be multiplied several times.

Moreover, this space also has some special restrictions. Any cultivator who is sucked into it will have his magic power greatly restricted, unless he is a ghost.

Therefore, even if a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm was trapped inside, he would most likely be in great danger.

Outside the light curtain, the monk in golden armor stared at the faint black line floating in the air. His eyes flashed a few times, but he did not take any action.

The man with drooping eyebrows simply sat cross-legged in the void, waiting for the evil spirit in the ghost space to devour Yang Qian inside, so as to end the fight.

After a full cup of tea had passed, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled violently, and circles of strange black light appeared. At the same time, bursts of buzzing sounds came from it, sometimes long and sometimes short, which seemed extremely strange.

Although the man with drooping eyebrows could not connect his mind with the treasure, how could he not know about such a strange scene? He was also full of doubts and didn't know what was going on.

The black bell let out a mournful cry, and the huge phantom that was originally released outside the body suddenly shattered into pieces, and then turned into wisps of black gas that poured into the body of the Thousand Soul Bell. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

"This is absolutely impossible! The main soul was actually destroyed!" The man with raised eyebrows finally figured out what was going on and was horrified.

Just at this moment, in the void above his head, a black light suddenly pierced through silently from a certain point, and a fist-sized hole appeared out of thin air.

With a flash of inspiration, a ray of purple light shot out from the hole, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a human figure floating there.

The man with raised eyebrows, as a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, immediately sensed something strange and suddenly raised his head to look.

However, in the blink of an eye, the figure only moved slightly and disappeared from the spot. Then, after a series of afterimages, the figure appeared behind the man with raised eyebrows in an extremely strange way.

A loud shout was heard, making the man with drooping eyebrows' ears buzz. It was followed by a gust of fierce wind, and a golden fist hit him fiercely.

"what--"

The man with drooping eyebrows was horrified and his body suddenly shook. His body was like a mirror and shattered with a "crash". In the blink of an eye, seven or eight phantoms appeared and fled in all directions like arrows.

"Hmph! Want to leave?"

This figure is undoubtedly Yang Qian.

He snorted coldly, and the fist he raised blurred slightly, and unexpectedly it transformed into seven or eight identical fist shadows.

Several "Puff" sounds rang out one after another!
Each fist shadow hit the Phantom's vest accurately.

Those phantoms suddenly shattered and disappeared in an instant!
Only a small silver shield appeared behind the real body of the man with drooping eyebrows, just blocking the golden fist.

A muffled "bang" sound was heard, and the silver light shield only slightly blocked the fist before it shattered instantly.

Then, the golden fist hit the man's back without hesitation.

At the moment when the fist touched, a layer of green armor suddenly appeared on the body of the man with drooping eyebrows.

There was a loud bang, and the golden and green lights intertwined with each other, and the fist hit the armor hard.

Under the violent vibration of the green light, the fist sank several inches deep, and the man with raised eyebrows let out a howl, and the whole person flew out.

Yang Qian frowned slightly. He clearly felt the tremendous power contained in his punch, most of which was slipped away by the green armor like a loach, and only a small part actually hit the armor.

Otherwise, these punches would be enough to penetrate the armor and cause the man with drooping eyebrows to be seriously injured on the spot.

The moment Yang Qian was sucked into the ghost space by the Thousand Souls Bell, he had already made plans to let the crying souls devour the ghosts inside and give the crying souls a full meal.

Now that he had come out, although his punch had not completely succeeded, Yang Qian's expression did not fluctuate at all.

He immediately flashed and appeared above the man with drooped eyebrows like a ghost.

Then, Yang Qian grabbed in the air with one hand, and suddenly a silver sword about a foot long appeared in his hand. He shook it lightly and was about to slash downwards.

At this moment, the man surnamed Weng suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Don't do it, I give up!"

When Yang Qian heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he swung the sword in his hand straight down as if he had not heard it. Suddenly, a silver sword energy rolled down like a tide, with a ruthless look.

With the sharpness of the Gengjin Jielei Sword, even if the opponent has the Qingming Armor to protect him, he will definitely be cut in half cleanly.

The space nearby fluctuated violently, and suddenly a yellow cloud shot out, sweeping over the man with drooping eyebrows like lightning, and with a slight shake, he disappeared without a trace.

Although the silver sword energy was not slow, it still managed to cut through empty space.

Yang Qian's expression moved slightly, and he looked around. He saw that in the void more than 20 feet away, a ball of yellow light suddenly burst out, and then two figures appeared strangely in the yellow light.

It was the scarred monk in golden armor and the man named Weng.

Yang Qian was not surprised at all. After all, he had known that the scarred monk in golden armor would try to stop him.

The scarred monk had no expression on his face, while the man surnamed Weng was pale, with blood stains on his chest armor, and he looked at Yang Qian with resentment.

It seems that under Yang Qian's attack, even though Qingming Jia had absorbed most of the force, he still ended up spitting blood and suffering internal injuries.

The fist marks on the armor on his back are clearly visible and shocking.

Yang Qian glanced at the man named Weng, without any strange expression on his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand flashed away, and he saluted the monk in golden armor.

"Thank you for your help, senior. Otherwise, I would have been unable to stop and almost hurt Fellow Daoist Weng!" Yang Qian said seriously.

Upon hearing Yang Qian's words, the man surnamed Weng's face turned red and he almost vomited blood again.

It was not that Yang Qian was unable to stop his attack just now. It was obvious that he had murderous intent and wanted to kill him with one sword.

After hearing these words, the scarred monk's face flashed with a strange color, and a half-smile appeared in his eyes. Then he said slowly in the air:

"It is common to fail to stop in time during a fight. This is nothing. In this fight for the spiritual land, Fellow Daoist Weng has already voluntarily admitted defeat, so the winner is naturally Fellow Daoist Yang. This piece of spiritual land will belong to Fellow Daoist Yang. Do you two have any objections?"

Yang Qian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, naturally without any rebuttal.

However, the man surnamed Weng had a look of unwillingness on his face, his lips trembled slightly a few times, but in the end he still couldn't say anything.

Seeing that the two did not say anything else, the scarred monk nodded slightly, stretched out his hand towards Yang Qian, and instructed:
"Bring me your Qingming Pei!"

After hearing this, Yang Qian flipped his palm without hesitation, and the jade pendant emitting green light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he threw it to the other party.

The monk in golden armor stretched out his hand and easily took the jade pendant.

At the same time, he used his other hand to gently tap the jade pendant with the thumb-sized emerald green crystal that he had prepared long ago. The crystal immediately sank into it and disappeared.

"Alright! I have already injected the mark of the spiritual land into your Qingming Pendant. Unless you voluntarily give up this spiritual land in the future, you will no longer be eligible to participate in the fight for the spiritual land that will take place every hundred years. Now, you two can leave here. The next fight is about to begin. Don't delay here."

After the scarred monk returned the jade pendant to Yang Qian, he waved his hand, signaling the two to leave quickly.

At this moment, the white light curtain around had cracked into a huge crack without anyone knowing when.

It was the exit of this place of fighting. (End of this chapter)