Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Yang Qian knew very well that understanding the magical powers of the Tihun might be of unexpected help in his future path of cultivation.

Yang Qian in black robe nodded heavily, and a loud and sharp cry came out of his mouth.

The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and shake people's hearts.

Then, it suddenly exerted force with both hands and tore the black robe on its body without hesitation.

In an instant, pieces of black cloth flew everywhere, and long hairs as thick and hard as steel needles quickly appeared on its body, and its entire body began to swell wildly.

In just a few breaths, the black-robed Yang Qian transformed into a two-meter-tall, shiny black giant ape.

This giant ape has a huge body, bulging muscles, and exudes a powerful and wild aura.

Seeing this, Yang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The giant ape in front of him was exactly the original form of Ti Hun before he transformed. The familiar breath and shape made him recall the adventures and battles he had experienced with Ti Hun.

If it were just this, others would probably be disappointed.

However, Yang Qian did not have such thoughts in his mind. Instead, he was full of expectations, because he knew that the weeping soul in the original book had even more amazing transformation powers.

Sure enough, the giant ape snorted coldly, and a cold wind suddenly blew up around it, and countless black lightning appeared out of thin air.

The giant ape's body expanded and grew larger again!

The hair on its body gradually turned red, and three curved sharp horns slowly emerged from the top of its head, while its eyebrows slightly bulged. Suddenly, after they split open, a blood-red demon eye appeared, and at the same time, its face elongated, with its ferocious fangs exposed.

It actually transformed into the evil ghost in the pattern on the back of the Soul-Crying Beast, and looked even more ferocious. Its body was at least sixty or seventy feet tall, filling up the stone chamber in an instant.

What made Yang Qian even more delighted was that three black bone spurs about ten feet long suddenly appeared out of thin air behind the crying soul, surrounded by black air and an oppressive aura.

The evil ghost pattern behind the original crying soul did not have such an object, but the ghost king of the god-transforming level that was devoured that day could transform his hands into similar bone spurs, which is probably related to this.

While Yang Qian was thinking, the crying soul that had turned into an evil ghost suddenly shook and turned into a dark cloud as thick as ink again.

The dark cloud rolled and surged as if it had life, and then quickly shrank, turning into a small and exquisite black monkey in the blink of an eye.

The little monkey was extremely agile. It kicked its legs and flew towards the black empty cocoon like a flash of black lightning.

When it arrived next to the empty cocoon, a gleam of excitement flashed in the little monkey's eyes. Without saying a word, he stretched out his two small but powerful claws and grabbed the empty cocoon fiercely.

"Stab" sound!
The empty cocoon was instantly torn open by the little monkey's sharp claws.

The little monkey couldn't wait to stick his head into the crack and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Its mouth chewed quickly, making a "crunching" sound, and it looked like a child who had been hungry for a long time finally saw delicious food.

The fragments of the empty cocoon flew everywhere as the little monkey moved, but it ignored them all and just focused on eating.

Soon, more than half of the empty cocoons were gone. The monkey's cheeks were bulging with food, but he still had no intention of stopping. His greedy eating made people laugh.

Yang Qian watched from the side, a hint of surprise first showing on his face, then he couldn't help but smile gently, his eyes full of love and indulgence for the Soul-Crying Beast.

It didn't take long before the huge cocoon shell was completely inside the little monkey's stomach. After a cry of joy, it jumped onto Yang Qian's shoulder, looking extremely intimate.

"Little guy, have a good rest." Yang Qian raised his hand and touched the furry head of the Tihun, then smiled and put it into the spirit beast ring.

After doing all this, he went to the nearby insect room to take a look at the gold-eating insect swarm.

Yang Qian looked at these giant insects that were about half a foot long, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"When I return to the human world next time, I will go to my junior brother Han to exchange some spiritual fluids from the Heaven-Holding Bottle. I just don't know when he will ascend to heaven."

Yang Qian thought silently for a while, then put the gold-eating insect and the leopard-scaled beast into the spirit beast bracelet, then turned and walked out of the cave.

Although he knew that the man with drooping eyebrows and his ilk were not coveting his cave, Yang Qian would not leave his valuables in the cave as they might come at any time.

A moment later, a shocking purple rainbow shot out from the colorful miasma and quickly fled towards the direction of Tianyuan City.

A few days later, a beam of light streaked across the sky like a meteor, flew past the towering city walls dozens of feet high, and quietly entered the urban area of ​​Tianyuan City.

At this time in Tianyuan City, wisps of auspicious clouds were floating slowly in the sky, and the streets and alleys were crowded with people, and the noise was endless.

This time, Yang Qian was already familiar with the place.

He strode along the wide, flat bluestone street. The shops on the street were dotted everywhere, with a wide variety of goods. The signboards swayed gently in the breeze, as if attracting passers-by.

It didn't take long before he arrived in front of the huge blue tower that soared into the clouds and pierced the sky where he was teleported that day.

There is a constant stream of people coming and going around the giant tower, but it does not seem crowded or messy.

At this moment, there were not many monks entering and leaving the giant tower.

Yang Qian walked in leisurely and confidently.

The light inside the tower was a little dim, and the surrounding walls were densely engraved with mysterious runes.

According to what Zhao Wugui said, he did not rush to the so-called reporting place, but went to a place called "Tianjia Hall" in the tower to pick up a set of "Qingming Armor".

Yang Qian had personally experienced the powerful force of this armor on a man named Weng.

After receiving it, he put it on without hesitation and went straight to the so-called Team C.

However, at this moment, Yang Qian ran into a man, the white-haired old man Huang Tuan. "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yang! It seems that Fellow Daoist has officially become a Qingming Guardian!" Huang Tuan also saw Yang Qian, with a surprised look on his face, and said with a smile while cupping his hands.

"The Qingming Armor on Fellow Daoist Huang also fits him very well!" Yang Qian responded with a smile.

After Huang Tuan heard this, a smug look immediately emerged on his old face. Just as he was about to continue the conversation, suddenly a dazzling white light fell from the sky. After the light dissipated, a beautiful woman in gorgeous palace dress appeared.

I saw her eyebrows slightly frowned, a hint of surprise in her starry eyes, her red lips slightly parted, and she smiled faintly, like a delicate flower blooming in spring, bright and beautiful yet dignified and elegant.

Without saying much, she walked lightly into the tower.

Seeing this, Huang Tuan laughed dryly, said goodbye to Yang Qian, and turned into a startled rainbow and flew away.

After staring at the back of Fairy Biyou for a moment, Yang Qian shook his head, then grabbed a Black Iron Guard in the tower and inquired about the location of Team 56 of Team C.

Yang Qian immediately walked into the upward passage, which was filled with a faint spiritual energy.

He walked up the stairs, and after going through seven or eight floors, he finally stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary palace door.

On the upper side of the palace door, several words such as "Bing Wu Shi Liu" were written in ancient Chinese.

Yang Qian glanced at the hazy white forbidden light on the palace door and turned his hand calmly.

Suddenly, a green jade pendant appeared in his hand. He held the jade pendant in one hand and shook it gently at the palace door. A puff of green mist gushed out and the white light on the door instantly dissipated and disappeared.

With a casual push from his other hand, the door of the palace was opened easily.

Yang Qian walked into the house leisurely and calmly. Inside was a rather spacious and grand hall, with many chairs and tables neatly arranged in the hall, and there was a passage on each side of the hall.

At this moment in the hall, there were two monks in black armor, sitting side by side on two adjacent chairs, whispering to each other in low voices.

As soon as Yang Qian stepped in, the two of them couldn't help but look at him with astonishment, their eyes seemed to be attracted by a powerful magnet, and they all looked over at him.

Yang Qian's eyes swept across the two of them like lightning, and his eyebrows raised slightly, just as he expected.

One of them was the blue-eyed man named Zhuo who took him to Feiling Palace that day.

When this person saw Yang Qian's face clearly, a look of surprise first appeared on his face, and his eyes widened, but he woke up in an instant, and hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully to Yang Qian:
"It turns out that it is Senior Yang who has come to visit! Could it be that Senior is the new captain of our team?" The blue-eyed man named Zhuo was so quick, with a clever look in his eyes.

"That's right! I, Yang, have indeed been appointed as the captain of the 56th team. I will have to rely on the help and assistance of all of you fellow Taoists in the future." Yang Qian smiled slightly, raised his arm calmly, and threw the jade pendant in his hand over casually.

The blue-eyed man named Zhuo felt his heart tighten suddenly. He took the jade pendant with fear and trepidation, examined it carefully, and then returned it with both hands with a solemn face.

"Zhuo Chong of the fifty-sixth team, greetings to the captain!"

"Dong Guofeng greets the captain!" Another skinny man in his thirties, his face suddenly changed when he saw Yang Qian's identity was confirmed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Yang Qian waved his hand gently, signaling the two to stand up. He looked around with a sharp gaze and asked in a calm but dignified tone:

"Are you the only two here?"

"Senior, except for Taoist Master Ma and another fairy, the rest of the Taoists are meditating and practicing in the quiet room. The two of us are here eagerly waiting for the next stage of patrol areas to be announced from above. Do you need us to call them all out?" The blue-eyed man said hurriedly, his face full of respect.

"No need, I'll wait too. I just arrived in Tianyuan City, and I don't know much about everything here. It's a good opportunity for you to give me a detailed introduction to the specific situation of our team." Yang Qian said slowly with a faint smile on his face.

But when he heard Zhuo Chong mention "another fairy", a gleam of light flashed in his eyes imperceptibly.

"Since the senior has given the order, I will naturally tell you the truth." Upon hearing Yang Qian's words, the blue-eyed man named Zhuo was slightly stunned at first, and then immediately responded generously.

In the following period of time, this person first gave a general introduction to the members of the team, and then told Yang Qian in detail about the patrol missions that Team 56 often performed.

Just as Yang Qian was listening calmly, suddenly a golden light flashed in from outside the palace door and shot straight towards the three people.

Upon seeing the golden light, Zhuo Chong and Dong Guofeng looked at each other without making any move. However, Yang Qian casually grabbed into the air with one hand.

The golden light suddenly turned into a small golden sword that fell straight down and landed in his hand, with a light red jade slip inserted on it.

Before Yang Qian could take down the jade slip, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a gentle male voice came in.

"Haha, it was the golden sword above that sent a letter just now. This means that I didn't arrive too late... Hey, you are..." A Taoist priest with an elegant face just walked in and saw Yang Qian wearing the Qingming Armor at a glance. He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Ma, this is the new Senior Yang, who has been appointed as the captain of our team." Zhuo Chong hurriedly greeted the Taoist priest and introduced Yang Qian's identity.

"Senior Yang... Junior greets you!" Although a look of surprise flashed across the Taoist's face, he immediately reacted, took a few steps forward, and saluted respectfully towards Yang Qian.

"There is no need to be so polite, Brother Ma. You have already achieved great success in your cultivation to the late Nascent Soul stage. You are only one step away from entering the Spirit Transformation realm. This is truly cause for celebration!" Yang Qian looked at the Taoist Ma carefully and suddenly smiled.

“Senior Yang has a keen eye, but this last step has trapped me for hundreds of years. I don’t know if I can accomplish it in this lifetime.” The Taoist named Ma smiled bitterly and shook his head repeatedly.

Yang Qian smiled indifferently and kept silent. He raised his hand and took the red jade slip from the golden sword without hesitation. Then he slowly immersed his spiritual consciousness into it like flowing water, and read it carefully with full concentration and meticulousness.

The other three were like well-behaved sheep, waiting obediently and quietly by the side.

After a moment, Yang Qian quickly withdrew his consciousness from the jade slip. His expression was slightly strange, but he still uttered a place name clearly and accurately:
"Flouri Swamp!"

"What? How could it be this place!" When the blue-eyed man heard the name of this place, he was shocked as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue. He was instantly terrified and couldn't help but shouting loudly, his voice full of fear and surprise.

The Taoist priest surnamed Ma and Dong Guofeng also turned pale as paper in an instant, as if they were eggplants that had been severely damaged by a severe frost.

"What? I, Yang, have also heard of this place. Is there some unspeakable secret?" Yang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly inadvertently and asked in a slow and deep tone.

Although he had a relatively detailed understanding of the situation in this swamp, he still needed these Black Iron Guards to explain it in detail. (End of this chapter)