Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Thunder from the sky turns into wood." Yang Qian looked at the branch in his hand intently, muttering to himself in a low voice as light as a mosquito.

At the same time, his mind was like opening an ancient book, and the detailed description of this object in the original book began to emerge.

This thing is only as thick as a thumb, and its color is as bright as the freshest emerald green. Its surface is covered with tiny lines that look like whirlpools. Those lines are delicate and mysterious, and at first glance, one will be unable to extricate themselves from them.

At that time in Taixuan Hall, he did not study this thing carefully due to many factors.

At this moment, he carefully stroked the branches inch by inch with his fingers, his movements gentle and focused, and slowly closed his eyes.

The lightning power contained under the surface of the spiritual wood is extremely violent, as if countless ferocious beasts are galloping wantonly, but it can solidify into such a strange form as it is now. This is really an incredible thing.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian opened his eyes again, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

I saw purple light flashing in his hand, like bright stars, and began to slowly inject a trace of spiritual power into the branches.

But just after a little bit was injected, the branches trembled slightly as if frightened, and a powerful rebound force suddenly emerged, like a solid barrier, which bounced all the spiritual power out without hesitation.

Yang Qian's eyes suddenly opened, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and then the purple light on his hand gradually became dazzling, like a purple sun, shining brightly.

The branches were shaking violently, and a faint white light was emitting. The white light was cold and pure, and it flickered and intertwined with the hot purple light in Yang Qian's hand, but they were completely incompatible like water and fire.

After a while, a low humming sound was faintly heard between the two lights, as if they were fighting and contending fiercely.

Yang Qian exhaled a breath of foul air, then thought for a moment, his expression solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the brilliant purple light in his hand dissipated and disappeared like fireworks.

Obviously, if we continue to increase the injection of spiritual energy, we may be able to force it into the branches, but the branches themselves will also explode and destroy themselves.

With Yang Qian's experience, there is naturally more than one way to study this thing, and the original book has already told him the answer.

However, Yang Qian still wanted to try it step by step.

As he grasped the branch, a series of thunderous sounds were heard and golden electric wires emerged, instantly covering the branch.

The branches remained motionless as the golden arc bounced, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

Yang Qian looked calm and composed, without showing the slightest sign of anxiety.

After all, if it could be revealed so easily, the previous owner of the object would not have discarded it as a waste.

Yang Qian's expression was solemn, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and suddenly he threw the mysterious branch in his hand lightly into the air.

Instantly, the branch seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, floating in the air, motionless, as if it was frozen in the void. Then, Yang Qian slightly bent his fingers, and then suddenly flicked at the branch.

A dazzling golden sword energy flashed out in an instant like lightning, as fast as a meteor across the night sky, and extremely sharp.

This golden sword energy was fierce and powerful, cutting the middle part of the branch like lightning.

All that was heard was a low and deafening thunderclap, shaking the heavens and earth, as if it was going to make the whole world tremble.

At the same time, a white arc of light flashed suddenly, just like a brilliant firework blooming, the light was dazzling.

The branch that originally seemed extremely tough and as if it could withstand all attacks was easily cut into two pieces by this blow.

Then, the two branches fell down lightly like leaves that had lost their support.

Yang Qian did not hesitate, and with smooth movements, he quickly reached out to grab at the void with one hand. In an instant, an invisible but extremely powerful force suddenly emerged, as if an invisible giant hand reached out from the void.

The two small branches seemed to be attracted by an irresistible force of gravity and were immediately taken into his hands. He quickly scanned the broken ends and saw a mysterious silver-white color, shining with light.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed blue and he looked over intently. He immediately discovered that the so-called silver-white was actually countless electric wires as thin as hair that were intertwined in an extremely regular pattern to form an astonishingly strange pattern. Its complexity and sophistication were extremely amazing.

If he didn't have a spiritual eye that could see through the subtle details, he would not be able to see anything wrong. In a blink of an eye, a layer of emerald green appeared on the surface of the silver wire at the break, and the two broken branches were immediately transformed into two completely independent branches.

"It's true!" Yang Qian finally couldn't suppress a hint of joy on his face.

Controlling electric arcs and condensing lightning into shape was originally one of his magical powers.

However, it is extremely difficult to refine lightning to such an astonishing level and form it into such an incredible state.

Even though the original book also gives a detailed description of this, it is not easy to practice successfully.

The complexity of this method is countless times more sophisticated than the method he originally used to transform the evil-repelling divine thunder into an electric grid and condense it into an electric ball.

This method requires a level of control over divine thoughts that is absolutely beyond imagination, otherwise it would be impossible to reach such a sophisticated level.

Yang Qian held two branches in his hands, frowned, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he pointed a finger at one of the branches and drew it in the air.

In an instant, a golden light flashed, and the branch was split into two again in the flash of white electric arc.

But this time, Yang Qian, who was well prepared, moved his mind, and one section instantly came under his eyelids, and the silvery-white cut was completely exposed in front of him.

Yang Qian's eyes shone with blue light, his gaze was firm and focused, he stared at the scene at the fracture without blinking, his face was full of solemnity, as if he was facing an extremely difficult puzzle.

Although it was the same silvery-white incision, the pattern formed by the electric wire was surprisingly different from what I saw the first time.

After a while, the cut of the branch was once again covered by a layer of emerald green.

Yang Qian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was carefully pondering the mystery in his mind.

Suddenly, his fingers moved continuously, cutting off all the branches one by one.

When the lightning patterns were repeated, he would just take a quick glance and immediately stop paying attention to them. But when a new lightning pattern appeared, he would immediately concentrate and look at it carefully, without moving.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, half of the branch was cut into countless small pieces and scattered all over the ground.

When a look of realization appeared on Yang Qian's face, the direction of the slender sword light that was shot out again changed, and began to split the other half of the branch directly in the middle.

In the flashing silver light, the half branch was neatly divided into two pieces of even size.

After careful observation, golden sword threads kept popping out, and this half of the thunder wood turned into a pile of thin slices.

The thinnest part is as thin as white paper.

In this way, the remains of these thunderwoods remain extremely stable.

Clearly, it contained terrifying and abnormal lightning power, but there was no sign of an explosion at all.

Yang Qian suddenly flipped his palm, and a jade slip as white as snow quietly appeared in his hand.

He held the jade slip tightly in one hand, and instantly copied all the incision scenes he had just seen into the jade slip without any error.

These are the various insights into thunder-attribute cultivation that Yang Qian has summarized over the years, and this is a good opportunity to verify them.

After all, the lightning pattern in front of him was truly extraordinary.

After recovering his mind a little, Yang Qian began to concentrate quietly on comprehending the lightning patterns.

Because of the records in the original book, when he saw these thunder patterns, he immediately knew clearly in his mind that these patterns were the key to the formation of thunder wood.

Yang Qian sat there for a whole day and a night.

During this long period of time, he was like a wooden sculpture, motionless.

Suddenly, Yang Qian's eyelids twitched slightly, and his ten fingers flicked suddenly, and thunder sounded.

Golden arcs of electricity shot out, then shattered in an instant, turning into countless hair-thin electric wires that shot out in all directions.

Yang Qian was muttering something and pointing his ten fingers at the air.

When the electric wire paused, it suddenly gathered in the middle and began to interweave in the void, forming a strange and unusual pattern, which was faintly the same as the lightning pattern that Yang Qian remembered. Just when it was about to take shape and condense into a special existence like a golden cloth, suddenly there was a "puff" sound, and the whole piece of cloth burst open. In the thunderous sound like firecrackers, it disintegrated and disappeared.

Yang Qian took a deep breath. Instead of showing disappointment on his face, his eyes were filled with excitement.

He thought to himself, "This Lightning Pattern Dao is indeed very profound. Although I failed this time, I have learned a little bit about it. The more difficult it is to control, the more it shows that it contains great power and mystery. I must figure it out thoroughly and make it a powerful helper on my path of cultivation."

Yang Qian took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and a thick golden arc shot out again, rumbling between his hands.

The same shattering occurred, and countless golden electric wires emerged again, densely packed, several times more than last time.

Just like this, under the urging of Yang Qian's spiritual thoughts, he used the aerial electric wires to continuously form unique lightning patterns according to the structure of the thunder wood.

However, this kind of manipulation was obviously extremely difficult. Even with Yang Qian's powerful spiritual power and Ming Qing Ling's delicate operation, they failed one after another and exploded one after another.

After seven or eight times, a golden "brocade handkerchief" finally emerged, suspended in the air without moving. This brocade handkerchief was the size of a palm, with an eye-catching lightning pattern in the middle, flashing a mysterious light.

When Yang Qian saw this thing taking shape, a strange look flashed across his face. He raised his hand and the brocade handkerchief flew down and was grabbed.

The brocade handkerchief was unusually soft and had a smooth surface, even more delicate than real silk. One could not detect anything wrong with it without having to look closely with sharp eyes.

Yang Qian stroked the golden brocade handkerchief and studied it for a while. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly threw the object into the air and cast a spell.

The brocade handkerchief turned into a golden light and flew to the top of the head. It spun around and a low thunderous sound was heard.

The brocade handkerchief broke into pieces, and in the golden light, a phantom-like lightning pattern emerged. It was light gold in color and translucent. At the same time, a huge spiritual pressure rushed into the sky from the lightning pattern.

It was the mysterious power that was sensed earlier.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and stared at the golden pattern as big as his head in the air, feeling extremely excited.

Although he has not yet used the spell to fully activate the lightning patterns in the air, the spiritual power contained in them is powerful, more than ten times that of the evil-repelling divine thunders that make up the brocade handkerchief.

If it was an offensive force, even though this stone chamber was protected by restrictions, it would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian raised his hand and gently waved towards the lightning pattern in the air.

There was a loud thunderclap, and the lightning pattern flashed, and it instantly turned back into a brocade handkerchief, and then was taken into his hand again.

Afterwards, Yang Qian sprayed out golden arcs again and used the evil-repelling divine thunder to begin to condense the second thunder pattern object.

After experiencing the same series of failures, another object with thunder patterns finally appeared before his eyes.

What appeared this time was not a brocade handkerchief, but a golden round bead.

There was a faint flash of lightning on the surface of the bead, as if it contained some mysterious power.

Yang Qian grabbed one with each hand, closed his eyes slightly, and used his spiritual sense to carefully sense the differences between the two.

After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and when he opened his mouth, a ball of bright silver flame suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

He clasped his hands together and lightly pointed at the flame.

Suddenly, a crisp chirping sound was heard from the flame, and with a loud "bang", the flame exploded instantly, and countless silver flowers flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Yang Qian muttered something, and with a wave of his spiritual power, the silver sparks quickly condensed and deformed, turning into thin strands of fire.

The same scene appeared again, but the fire threads were only halfway through interweaving when they exploded with a "boom" and turned into a silver fireball again.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian showed a thoughtful expression on his face. At the same time, his mind moved, and the silver fireball suddenly turned into a firebird. It spread its wings, flew back, and dived into Yang Qian's body, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Afterwards, Yang Qian used his own magic power to condense purple spiritual silk and tried it again.

The result was the same as that of the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire. It dissipated and disappeared halfway through the casting.

Yang Qian did not continue trying, but frowned and fell into deep meditation.

It is obvious that the mysterious power in the two comes from the same source, but the subtle details are very different.

The thunder power in the brocade handkerchief is stable and pure, while the thunder power in the golden beads is ready to move, very dangerous, and seems to be on the verge of exploding at any moment.

Yang Qian gently played with the two objects with thunder patterns in his hands, his eyes focused and deep. After thinking carefully for a while, a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

If other gods were to come up with this strange thing, they would probably have no idea where it came from.

In fact, this kind of thunder pattern is a kind of natural and wonderful rune. Each pattern must have a unique effect. Its nature is somewhat similar to the mysterious existence of silver tadpole script, which is the true text of the immortals.

However, it is impossible to fully understand the magical effects of these lightning patterns and how to use them skillfully in a short period of time.

Yang Qian gently placed the two objects with thunder patterns into a jade box, and then carefully affixed several powerful prohibition talismans on them. He then put them into the storage bracelet together with the jade slip that contained relevant information.

During the remaining time, Yang Qian focused his mind, slowly closed his eyes, and truly entered a state of meditation and rest.

On the morning of the third day, Yang Qian slowly opened his eyes. There was a hint of haziness in his eyes at first, and then a hint of clarity flashed across them, like the dawn breaking through the clouds at daybreak.

He raised his arm slightly and gently retracted the restriction in the quiet room. He slowly moved his hands forward and gently pushed open the heavy stone door. Then he walked out with steps as steady as a mountain.

As soon as he left the stone chamber, according to Yang Qian's usual habit, his spiritual thoughts instantly spread out like a tide, subconsciously sweeping through the entire hall quickly and carefully.

As a result, an incomprehensible sound immediately came into his ears. He tilted his head slightly and frowned subconsciously.

But his steps did not stop at all, and he continued to walk towards the hall unwaveringly.

Before he had completely walked out of the passage, Yang Qian suddenly heard a man's wild laughter. The laughter seemed to tear through the curtain of tranquility, sharp and piercing: "Xu Xianzi, I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. You can't do what you promised. Is it time for you to agree to my disciple's marriage proposal?"

The laughter was extremely strange, like a broken gong being struck hard, so unpleasant that it made people feel upset.

A look of surprise flashed across Yang Qian's face, but it was fleeting. He then returned to his usual calmness and walked out of the passage slowly and silently.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, like two sharp sword lights. With a quick sweep, he took in everything that was happening in the hall in an instant.

In the spacious hall, there were four people standing opposite each other in pairs, as if they were at loggerheads.

Among them, a man and a woman were standing side by side. The woman was Xu Qianyu, but her face was pale and bloodless at the moment, like a piece of white paper.

The other person standing next to her was a burly, blue-eyed man named Zhuo Chong. His face was equally ugly, as if covered by a layer of haze.

Opposite them, there were two people in black robes!

One was an old man with a long face, triangular eyes and a sinister look.

This person was wearing Qingming Armor and gave off a somewhat uncomfortable aura.

The other person was short in stature, with sparse and burnt yellow hair on his head. He was a middle-aged dwarf with pockmarks all over his face and looked very ugly.

The one who was laughing wildly was the old man with triangular eyes!
"Senior Yang!"

As soon as Yang Qian's figure appeared in the hall, the blue-eyed man saw him. He was stunned at first, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and then he was as if he had been pardoned, his face full of ecstasy, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

When Xu Qianyu saw Yang Qian, her originally frightened face instantly revealed a look of surprise and joy, as if she saw the dawn of light in the darkness.

Yang Qian paused, his thoughts spinning like a windmill a hundred times in an instant, but his expression remained calm, revealing no inner turmoil at all.

"You are the new Taoist friend Yang, right?"

The triangular-eyed old man's wild laughter suddenly stopped. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he looked Yang Qian up and down.

At the same time, Yang Qian lightly scanned the old man with his mind and found that the old man was actually a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm, and his cultivation was one level higher than his own. He raised his eyebrows slightly and recalled the incident in the original book, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart. (End of this chapter)