Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

A strange scene appeared!

The dwarf was clearly more than twenty feet away from his own life-saving magic weapon, but when his flying knife was frozen, he fell to the ground with a "bang" like a zombie and fainted.

What a heaven-defying magical power the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire is!
Even if the Void Refining cultivators of that time encountered it unexpectedly, they would still suffer a small loss.

The magic weapon of a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, even if it was blessed with some power, is naturally vulnerable to any attack.

When Xu Qianyu saw this scene, she was surprised and delighted, and quickly waved her hand.

Suddenly, the silver ice mist condensed and instantly turned into a silver flying sword. With a flash of sword light, it immediately flew back.

However, on the way, a ball of silver flame peeled off from the sword and shot out like a meteor.

After a moment, the flame sank into Yang Qian's body and disappeared.

At the same time, Huang Bao on the side also came back to his senses from his changed expression, and was immediately filled with shock and anger, and his body swayed.

The next moment, the man appeared beside his apprentice like a ghost.

With a quick glance, he discovered that a strange layer of milky white frost had appeared on the dwarf's body. The frost spread rapidly, and the dwarf's face turned blue, his lips turned purple, and his body trembled, as if he was about to be frozen to death.

At this moment, the entire hall was filled with a cold atmosphere, and the surrounding walls and ground were covered with a thin layer of frost, as if one was in a world of ice and snow.

"A chill in the heart!"

When Huang Bao saw this scene, he screamed in shock, his face full of horror, his eyes wide open, his expression full of disbelief and fear.

But the old man with triangular eyes was a spiritual cultivator after all, and his reaction was extremely quick. Without thinking, he suddenly raised his sleeves towards the huge ice in the air. A red light shot out instantly, like a red lightning, circling around the ice in the air.

With a loud bang, like a landslide, a cloud of fire exploded instantly. The raging flames were so hot that they submerged the ice.

The temperature in the hall suddenly soared, heat waves rolled, and the huge ice melted in the blink of an eye, turning into a pool of water.

In the blink of an eye, the green flying knife broke free from its restraints, and immediately flashed, turning into a green light and flying back, sinking into the body of the dwarf on the ground.

Yang Qian witnessed this scene, but his face remained calm, without any strange expression.

In order to conceal the true power of the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire, after reducing the power added by the flying knife, the ice used to freeze it was only the cold power of the Ice Crystal Sword itself.

Otherwise, with the magical power of the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire, how could the extremely cold force be dissolved so easily?

However, Yang Qian also revealed some advantages and disadvantages in order to make the other party give up.

He had previously driven a wisp of the extremely cold power of the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire, which silently seeped into the flying knife and directly invaded the dwarf's body through the mental connection.

Speaking of which, this magical power of chilling the heart into the body was also the strange magical power that Yang Qian was able to display not long ago through the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire.

According to relevant records in the original book, this kind of magical power obviously has a very noble origin. It seems that only a few legendary extreme cold powers in the spiritual world can achieve this, and it can even shine at a higher level.

And the effect of doing so is indeed significant.

Yang Qian suddenly became mysterious in the eyes of the old man with triangular eyes.

The old man quickly took out a fiery red pill from his pocket and carefully stuffed it into the dwarf's mouth. Seeing the green color on his face gradually fade away and his breathing gradually stabilized, he let out a long breath.

Then, he looked at Yang Qian, his face somewhat uncertain and his expression extremely complicated.

"Brother Yang's magical powers are amazing. I, Huang, am ashamed of myself as I am not as good as you. So, my disciple's proposal of marriage has come to an end. I'll take my leave now." Huang Bao thought for a long time, and finally bowed to Yang Qian, forcing a smile on his face and said.

Then he picked up the dwarf, and in a flash, he left the hall.

Yang Qian looked indifferent. He returned the greeting slightly without saying much.

But when he saw the old man's figure disappear from the temple gate in a flash, a smile as warm as the spring breeze instantly bloomed on his face.

Before Xu Qianyu came forward to thank him, he spoke first, his words full of concern: "Qianyu, are you okay? What is the background of this person?"

When Xu Qianyu heard this, she felt as if a warm current surged through her heart, instantly warming her entire body and mind.

Before he could answer, the blue-eyed man named Zhuo beside him immediately reacted and quickly replied, "Reporting to Senior Yang! Master Huang Bao and his apprentice are both from a small sect called Liusha Valley, not from any ancient sect. He is the elder with the highest cultivation level in Liusha Valley."

"Is that so? It seems I don't have to worry about anything anymore! After this, I guess this person won't bother me anymore. If he comes again, I will solve the problem for you." Yang Qian suddenly turned his head and smiled at Xu Qianyu. That smile was like sunlight penetrating through the clouds, bright and warm.

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Xu Qianyu's heart was filled with joy. Although she was a little shy at the moment because of the presence of the blue-eyed man named Zhuo, her increasingly close relationship with Yang Qian made her unable to help but express her gratitude so affectionately.

Her eyes sparkled with admiration and dependence, a tenderness that was difficult to describe.

Yang Qian smiled and nodded, gave a few instructions casually, then strode toward the gate and left the hall.

He still has a lot of things to deal with, and Xu Qianyu is more than capable of handling the rest, so there is no need for him to be here.

"What kind of extreme cold power is this silver flame that can actually produce a magical power that chills the body to the core? However, the several types of cold flames rumored do not seem to be like this. Fellow Daoist Xu, it seems that Senior Yang is quite caring towards you. You two should have some connection. Do you know what kind of cold flame that is?" After Yang Qian left, the blue-eyed man named Zhuo gave a wry smile and turned to ask Xu Qianyu.

As time went by, all the monks in the team could see that Yang Qian and Xu Qianyu had a special relationship. It was just that no one dared to say it out loud.

"Brother Yang... does have some relationship with my ancestors, but this kind of cold flame is the first time I've heard of it. It devoured the wild beastmen after they merged that day, so it's not surprising that it has such magical powers. However, Brother Yang doesn't seem to like others asking about his background, so Brother Zhuo should not ask too many questions like this, otherwise..." Xu Qianyu sighed lightly, and finally said something pointedly, the meaning of her words was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, the blue-eyed man named Zhuo's expression changed slightly, and then he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Xu Qianyu looked at the direction where Yang Qian left, her pretty face in a daze, with a touching smile on her face.

At this time, Yang Qian had already turned into a gorgeous purple rainbow and rushed straight to the market town of Tianyuan City like lightning.

According to the accurate information he had received, the highly anticipated auction should be held at noon, and it was the perfect time to go there. When Yang Qian flew to the market, it was almost noon.

He waited for a moment, then used a secret technique to transform himself into a bearded man, and then walked towards the Taixuan Palace.

At the entrance of Taixuan Hall, people had handed in their spirit stones one after another, and after receiving a light-blocking pendant, they walked into the hall.

All of these people were cultivators above the Spiritualization stage, and all of them had a deep aura and powerful magic power. Yang Qian even saw two or three Void Refining cultivators enter the place calmly.

After a brief thought, he also stepped forward and threw an ordinary leather bag full of spirit stones to the guard.

The guard's divine sense quickly swept over the leather bag and Yang Qian, then nodded slightly, handed him a jade pendant, and then made way for the entrance, saying lightly: "Go inside and turn left!"

Yang Qian was stunned when he heard this, and thought for a moment, but without much hesitation, he walked inside.

As soon as he walked into the passage, he was shocked to find that the passage, which was straight and unobstructed when he came here last time, had suddenly become abnormally twisted.

And two paths branched out from the middle, leading to the dark and deep sides respectively, which made people confused.

It seemed as if the Taixuan Palace I entered last time was not the same place as this one.

It seems that the restrictions in this hall have been changed.

However, since the guard had already reminded him, Yang Qian naturally did not hesitate and walked decisively towards the path on the left.

After a moment, his figure gradually sank into the darkness and finally disappeared without a trace.

After a meal, Yang Qian was already in an independent dark stone house.

The room was only about ten feet in size, with solid walls on three sides and one side wide open with no shelter at all.

There was nothing else in the room except a jade table with a warm texture, a bamboo chair with a simple shape, and a red and glowing ritual plate on the table.

Such stone houses are densely packed, stacked layer upon layer, and crisscrossed in the sky as high as hundreds of feet. They are all magical stone houses that can fly.

The entire huge hall is magnificent and vast, more than a thousand feet wide, appearing extremely spacious and open, able to accommodate nearly a thousand stone houses with ease, without feeling crowded at all.

The floor of the hall is paved with a mysterious dark black stone, as smooth as a mirror, with a faint glow that seems to be able to reflect the human soul.

The ground was engraved with intricate and mysterious golden lines, which meandered and intertwined with each other, seemingly forming some kind of powerful formation.

Thick stone pillars stand around the huge hall. They require several people to hug them. Various strange reliefs are carved on the pillars, including celestial birds and beasts, fairies and gods, which are lifelike and seem as if they will break through the wall at any time.

Between the stone pillars, there is a huge crystal chandelier hung at regular intervals. The lamps are burning with a faint blue flame, making the entire hall look like a dream.

The ceiling of the huge hall is as bright as the starry sky, inlaid with countless sparkling gems, like stars, dazzling.

Pale green runes were flickering faintly on the surface of these stone houses, and a mysterious aura was emanating as the runes flowed.

Each stone house is far apart from each other, like a green sky lantern hanging in the low sky, appearing extremely mysterious.

Yang Qian sat leisurely in the stone house, looking down at the auction table on the ground in the distance, and couldn't help but marvel at it.

The moment he stepped into the hall, he was instantly enveloped by a strange magic circle set up at the entrance. Then, with a flash of light, he was teleported here.

And he had tried it. These flying stone houses could not only float in the air and move freely, but also effectively block the prying eyes of divine thoughts.

In addition, the light-blocking pendant he wears can cleverly conceal his figure. These means are enough to fully ensure the auctioneer's secrecy.

It seems that the owner of the auction house is well aware of the monks' fear of being guilty of possessing a treasure, and he has put a lot of thought into ensuring the secrecy of the auctioneer.

Yang Qian leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest for a quarter of an hour, then hundreds of monks entered the huge hall one after another.

At this time, all the stone houses seemed to have been occupied.

When Yang Qian opened his eyes again, he let out a light breath.

Anyone who could enter this auction house had to be at least a cultivator at the God Transformation level or above. Just such a small auction easily attracted nearly a thousand God Transformation cultivators.

However, this is also because they are in Tianyuan City. If they were in other human cultivation cities in the Three Realms, unless they were the three main cities, it would be impossible to have such a scene.

Yang Qian also felt deeply about this when he traveled to some human cities.

Suddenly, a few melodious bell sounds were heard, and the hall door, which had been wide open, slowly closed with a creaking sound.

The hall, which was already dim, suddenly became even darker.

Immediately, the sky above the auction table was as bright as stars, and suddenly several moonstones as big as heads appeared.

These moonstones are like priceless treasures, emitting a soft white light. The light diffuses gracefully like a veil, like thin smoke, illuminating the nearby area with exceptional clarity, making it particularly eye-catching.

The entire space seemed to be awakened by this soft light. The original darkness was instantly dispelled, and every corner was coated with a layer of silver-white light.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously, as if drawn by an invisible force, turned towards the auction table.

Suddenly, a mysterious magic circle appeared out of thin air on a platform more than ten feet in size.

The magic circle was like an ancient and mysterious painting, with intricate and delicate patterns, and auras twinkling like stars, revealing an unfathomable mysterious aura.

Amid the interweaving and leaping of the spiritual light, a white spiritual light flashed, and an old man in a white robe appeared on the stage like an immortal descending to earth.

At this moment, the atmosphere around seemed to freeze, only the old man's white robe fluttered gently in the light, like the fluttering sleeves of an immortal.

The air around him seemed to become heavy because of his appearance, as if an invisible pressure was quietly spreading.

The monks in the stone house were suddenly in an uproar, and some of them were so surprised that they couldn't help but call out the old man's name.

"Master Chi!"

"Why did he appear here! Could it be that this auction..."

...(End of chapter)