Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Not only the fierce-looking, fleshy man, but the rest of the people also became agitated after seeing something strange happening to the magic plate in their hands. They all opened their eyes wide, and their eyeballs moved quickly to look around nervously.

At this time, a strong wind swept past, carrying a hint of eerie and coldness in the sound of the wind, which made people feel cold on their backs.

The gloomy sky seemed like a huge lead plate, pressing heavily on everyone's heads. The sky was covered with dark clouds so thick that they almost fell down.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, with only the rapid and nervous breathing of the crowd and the slight humming sound of the magic disk intertwined together, appearing particularly clear in this silent atmosphere.

Under my feet was a rugged wasteland with sparsely scattered yellow weeds, devoid of any life.

However, within a radius of a hundred feet, whether all around or above, everything was empty, with no sign of anything existing at all.

Only the swamp that was constantly bubbling with purple bubbles made a gurgling sound from time to time, and the sound seemed to be mercilessly mocking everyone's panic at the moment.

The swamp was filled with a pungent, rotten smell that made one's stomach churn.

"Each of you use your spells to quickly break its concealment technique. Once it gets close to us, the consequences will be disastrous." The old man, the captain, had an extremely solemn expression on his face, and shouted like a loud bell. The sound was deafening, and it made his men's ears buzz, and it took them a while to return to normal.

As the only one in the team who has reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, the old man in green armor would naturally step forward and take the first step at this critical moment.

Then, he took the lead and flipped his hand, and suddenly an old and mysterious bronze mirror appeared in his hand.

The bronze mirror emitted a faint spiritual light, as if it contained endless fluctuations of magical power.

The old man in green armor threw the bronze mirror towards the top of his head with great force. The bronze mirror immediately turned into a bright full moon. A flash of light appeared on its surface, and a green beam of light as thick as a bowl gushed out instantly. The light was so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

As the moon spun rapidly, the green light beam swept in all directions at the same time.

However, no abnormality was noticed wherever the green light passed, only the "hissing" sound made by the light beam passing through the air echoed around.

The other monks also sacrificed banners and other treasures that were specifically designed to break concealment. For a moment, various colors of spiritual light shone, and the magic weapons released powerful power.

Wherever the spiritual light passed, there was nothing found. There was only the "buzzing" sound when the magic weapon released its power and the increasingly rapid breathing of the people.

But the buzzing sound coming from the alien spirit disks in everyone's hands became increasingly sharp and abnormal, and the sound seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, indicating that the aliens were almost within reach.

At this moment, everyone's faces became frightened, and the old man's face turned a little pale.

They were able to remain undiscovered in such a situation. There was no doubt that the alien spies or spies approaching them must be the most difficult to deal with alien races as rumored. It seemed that they not only had no intention of escaping, but also wanted to step forward and kill them.

"Quickly set up the Five Elements Spiritual Light Array! Ordinary defenses can't withstand them." The old man in green armor's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, and he shouted loudly with extreme tension and fear.

His voice trembled and echoed over the empty swamp, as if fear had tightly strangled his throat.

Then he ignored the bronze mirror above his head and turned his hand. Suddenly, a red arrow-shaped treasure appeared. He threw it high into the sky and it turned into a ball of red light, flickering.

The red light flickered like a burning flame, emitting a dangerous aura.

The other Black Iron Guards also suddenly realized what was going on after being reminded by the old man. They all took out similar magical weapons from their bodies, their faces full of panic.

Their hands were shaking, and they also looked like they wanted to raise them to the air.

But it's a little late to take action now.

A few "bang bang" sounds were heard, the sounds were dull and loud, and seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment.

The alien spirit disks in the hands of the three Black Iron Guards suddenly exploded, with fragments flying everywhere.

Then, several faint shadows suddenly appeared out of thin air under the feet of the three people.

These shadows are like ghosts, silent and mysterious.

As soon as these shadows appeared, they flashed and stretched themselves to pounce towards these monks.

The movement was as fast as lightning and he was close in an instant.

"what!"

The three Black Iron Guards finally discovered these gray shadows and couldn't help but exclaim, their voices filled with despair and fear.

But their protective magic weapons and protective spiritual light were unable to block the attack at all, and these grey shadows invaded their bodies in no time.

Suddenly, several people let out howls of extreme pain. The howls were so miserable that made people shudder.

They held their heads with their hands, their bodies twisted, and fell straight to the ground, with no one knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Shadow puppet? It's a member of the Shadow Clan! Quickly release your thunder-attributed magical powers and magic weapons." Upon seeing those black shadows, the old man in green armor's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he shouted in panic.

His voice was rapid and sharp, as if it could tear the sky apart.

Then he opened his mouth and spit out a silver-white flying sword.

The flying sword flashed with cold light, and arcs of electricity swirled around the sword body.

As soon as the sword came out, it immediately turned into a silver-white arc of electricity that protected the old man.

The electric arc crackled and emitted powerful force.

A gray shadow appeared strangely behind the old man and just as it pounced over, it was immediately bounced back several feet by the electric arc after a thunderous sound, and it seemed that it could not get close at all.

The cultivators in other teams are naturally not unfamiliar with the famous Shadow Clan.

But apart from the two people who also released thunder-attributed treasures, the others felt cold all over, their faces turned pale, and they secretly groaned in their hearts.

The thunder attribute is the most domineering and rare among many attributes. It is impossible for everyone to have a treasure with this attribute.

The Shadow Clan is an extremely strange alien race. Except for thunder-attributed treasures and some special skills that can restrain them, the rest of the skills and magical powers do not have much effect on them.

And in this extremely brief and slightly hesitant moment, a gray shadow exactly the same as before appeared under the feet of these people like a ghost.

The air around seemed to become even colder because of the appearance of these gray shadows. The wind stopped quietly, as if it was also frightened by this horrifying scene.

Those grey shadows were extremely eerie and terrifying, emitting a creepy aura all around them, as if they were messengers from the depths of hell, carrying endless darkness and despair, and were going to ruthlessly drag them into the abyss of no return.

The branches of the surrounding trees twisted and the leaves rustled, as if they were trembling for the impending doom.

At this moment, several Black Iron Guards were terrified. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

Suddenly, they shouted at the top of their lungs, and instantly transformed into several shocking rainbows, shooting out in all directions at an extremely fast speed, trying to immediately shake off the gray shadow that was following closely under their feet. Under the dim moonlight, their figures looked so panicked.

However, those gray shadows seemed to have really become ghostly existences that followed these monks like shadows. They also turned into gray lights and followed them without any pause.

In this barren land, dust was flying everywhere, blurring everyone's vision.

In the blink of an eye, the escape lights of several cultivators and those shadow puppets had already escaped dozens of feet away.

The only ones left were the old man in green armor and two black iron guards who were protected by thunder-attribute treasures.

In the surrounding grass, the unknown insects also stopped chirping, as if they were holding their breath and waiting for what would happen next.

However, at this moment, other gray shadows began to appear in front of the old man and others, and there were about seven or eight of them in total.

These grey shadows bared their fangs and claws and kept pouncing on the three of them, but they were all blocked outside by the thunder-attributed treasures in their hands.

The dark clouds in the night sky moved slowly, occasionally revealing a few dim stars, overlooking the scene coldly.

But these gray shadows seemed to have no idea what pain was, and they continued to pounce on them tirelessly and without retreating.

The ground beneath my feet was cracked and gave off a dry, rotten smell.

The old man in green armor took a deep breath. At this moment, he had no time to care about the life and death of his other subordinates. Instead, a red light flashed on his wrist, and suddenly a stack of mysterious talismans with unknown names appeared.

"Beast, courting death!"

The old man took a vicious look at the gray shadow that pounced forward again, a fierce look flashed on his face, and a few puff sounds were heard. The talisman in his hand suddenly turned into a dozen blue arcs of electricity that shot out, crossing each other and hitting the gray shadow fiercely.

The surrounding darkness seemed to be illuminated for a moment by the sudden burst of electric arc.

The rumbling thunder suddenly sounded louder, all the electric arcs exploded in an instant, and the powerful energy impact made the surrounding air seem to tremble.

A shrill whimpering sound came from the mouth of the gray shadow, and the surface of its body began to disintegrate and vaporize layer by layer like a sand castle under the bombardment of a layer of electric net.

The wild wind howled madly, like the roar of a ferocious beast, making everyone's clothes rustle, as if it was going to drag them into an endless storm.

When the old man saw the scene, his eyes widened like copper bells, emitting a light of ecstasy. The wrinkles on his face disappeared in an instant because of extreme joy, and he seemed to be decades younger.

His mouth opened wide, and his laughter resounded through the sky like a bell:
"Haha, it seems that the thunder talismans I spent a lot of money on last time have really worked! God is really watching over me!"

His expression immediately froze and he quickly flipped his hand, only to see another stack of thunder talismans appear in his hand instantly.

He clenched his teeth tightly, muttering to himself, his expression so serious that it seemed to freeze steel. At a urge, another dozen blue arcs of electricity struck out with a terrifying aura of destruction. He looked like a genius who controlled lightning and thunder, ready to completely destroy all evil.

Just as the electric arcs were about to hit the nearby gray shadow violently, a cold snort as cold as a thousand-year-old ice suddenly sounded from all directions at the same time.

This cold snort seemed to carry endless chill, instantly causing the temperature around to drop sharply, making people shiver all over.

Almost at the same time, a huge green hand suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the gray shadow.

The hand was emerald green all over and emitted a strange glow.

His five fingers just swung slightly, and with lightning-fast movements, he somehow managed to easily catch all of these powerful lightning bolts in his hands.

A dull explosion sounded, as if it was going to break people's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, the lightning bolts disappeared without a trace in his hands like fireworks.

"Green Shadow!"

Upon seeing the big hand, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank like needle tips, and the whole person seemed to be cast under a spell, standing still.

His voice trembled, as if it was a groan squeezed out from between his teeth: "This... How is this possible!!"

"You are all going to die!" Cold words without any emotion came from the big green hand.

The sound seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, making people shudder.

Then, the hand trembled, and twisted and deformed, turning into a green light.

At first glance, this light and shadow also appears to be human-shaped, but its head is unusually large, almost two or three times the size of an ordinary person.

On the face with green light flashing continuously, there is a pair of bright red eyes, like burning flames. It looks extremely weird and frightening.

Seeing that it was indeed the high-level Shadow Clan member he had expected, the old man in green armor's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his face instantly turned pale, like a vegetable leaf hit by frost.

Although the power of thunder and lightning has always been able to restrain most of the Shadow Clan, when it comes to Green Shadow, who is at a similar level to the human race's divine cultivators, he has a certain resistance to thunder and lightning.

In the past, the results of one-on-one fights between Divine Transformation Monks and beings like Green Shadow were almost always the human monk's defeat or tragic death.

And look at this green shadow. It can drive such a large number of shadow puppets with its own strength. I'm afraid it is at an extremely high level among the green shadows.

This realization made everyone present feel as if a bucket of ice water was poured over their heads. Their hearts were filled with deep despair. The feeling of despair was like a thick haze that made it almost impossible to breathe, as if the doomsday storm that would destroy everything was about to come mercilessly.

Even the old man who was the captain of the team in the Spirit Transformation Stage felt his heart sink uncontrollably at this moment. Endless fear and despair surged like a tide, almost completely drowning his sanity.

"Am I going to die here today?" The old man in green armor was horrified.

At this time, bursts of deafening explosions were heard from the distant horizon. The sound was like countless thunders exploding at the same time, resounding through the sky and making people's eardrums hurt.

Apparently, the other Black Iron Guards were also caught up by those shadow puppets that appeared and disappeared like ghosts, causing the human monks to fall into a bitter battle.

The situation became increasingly critical, as if an invisible net had bound everyone tightly, making it difficult to break free.

Green Shadow didn't care about the horror in the old man's heart. His eyes were wide open, and there was madness and greed flashing in his blood-red eyes, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without saying a word, he suddenly took a step forward.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, as quick as the wind and as swift as lightning. His body flashed strangely to a place only a few feet in front of the old man, bringing up a gust of eerie cold wind.

"This green shadow is so scary, how should I deal with it?" The old man was already at a loss.

At this moment, Green Shadow raised his hand without hesitation, and the arm was ferocious and fierce, grabbing the thick arc of electricity that the old man used to protect himself. (End of this chapter)