Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The silver beads spun around, and with a faint sound of thunder, they shot straight at the white light curtain like lightning. These two silver beads were the two thunder beads that Yang Qian had carefully refined, and they were incredibly powerful.

Seeing the lightning ball hit the white light curtain while flashing, the empty space in front of the light curtain suddenly rippled like water, and a pitch-black ghost arm stretched out.

The silver ball immediately hit it and exploded.

There were two loud rumbling noises, and countless silver arcs intertwined and flashed, instantly covering an area of ​​more than twenty feet in radius. Although the white light curtain was not directly hit by the lightning ball, it also trembled and shook violently under this amazing power, as if it could break at any time.

A small half of the electric arcs from the two lightning balls still struck it.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. Before the power of thunder and lightning in the distance completely disappeared, he kept playing the piano with his ten fingers.

Suddenly, there was a loud, sharp and piercing sound of breaking air, and densely packed purple sword energy shot out, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, slashing straight at the white light curtain with an unstoppable momentum.

Judging from the current situation of the light curtain, if all these sharp sword energies hit behind it, they would definitely break the light curtain in one go, without any suspense at all.

However, at this moment, Yang Qian seemed to have noticed something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed slightly.

A strange roar suddenly came from the lightning, and the roar was like a thunder, shocking people. Then more than a dozen black shadows flashed out from it, as fast as lightning, and all hit the sword energy accurately.

Suddenly, all the sword lights dimmed, as if they had lost the power to support them. They trembled one after another, and then dissipated and disappeared, vanishing into thin air without even a trace left.

The silver lightning finally dissipated at this time, and in front of the white light curtain, a giant ghost over ten feet tall suddenly appeared.

The giant ghost was shiny black all over, standing there like a black mountain, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

Moreover, this ghost had two horns on its head, and its body was covered with black scales like armor. There was also a pair of huge fleshy wings on its back. Its two arms seemed to be made of fine iron, and were extremely long, hanging straight down to the ground. When looking at the face of this ghost, even Yang Qian's eyebrows jumped, and he felt a little disgusted with the face of this ghost king.

The face of this ghost was flat, as if it didn't even have a face, and its huge body was riddled with holes. Except for its two thick arms, there was almost no intact part.

Obviously, the two lightning beads and sword lights that Yang Qian had just released had most of their power blocked by this ghost, otherwise it would have been enough to break the light curtain that protected the blood sword.

"Hmph, he finally appeared. A ghost king comparable to a cultivator in the Void Refining Stage can give the weeping souls a good meal." Yang Qian raised his right hand, slowly raised a finger and touched his nose. Under the cover of his finger, the corner of his mouth revealed a meaningful arc, and his eyes were full of confidence and calmness.

The giant ghost raised its head and let out a shrill howl, the sound seemed to be able to tear the soul apart and make people shudder.

Suddenly, countless black yin energy emerged nearby. These yin energies were as thick as ink, and then they rolled violently and sank into the body.

The originally incomplete body was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye under the wriggling of the black air, as if it had never been injured.

"Hehe! Boy, you should have a taste of the power of this formless ghost king that I have raised for a thousand years! This ghost's magical powers are no less than mine." A malicious voice suddenly sounded in Yang Qian's ears. Yang Qian's eyes flashed, but there was no fear in his expression.

"Ghost King?" If you get closer to Yang Qian and take a closer look, you can see that after hearing that, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a strange expression, which seemed to contain a bit of disdain and ridicule.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, be careful. The Formless Ghost King is also a well-known existence in the ghost world. His magical powers are no less than those of a void-refining cultivator." A subtle voice of another woman was also heard. It was Ye Chu who was still in a stalemate with the Long family cultivator.

When she saw that Yang Qian had defeated the Black Phoenix clan's late-stage demon cultivator in such a short time, a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged in her heart, and her voice unconsciously became more anxious and worried.

Almost at the same time, the huge head of the Formless Ghost King slowly turned towards Yang Qian. Although he had no eyes, he seemed to be able to accurately sense everything about Yang Qian.

"Ow--"

With a low roar, the Formless Ghost King suddenly raised his two extremely long arms. In an instant, the sky was filled with strong winds and howling sounds. The black yin energy surged like a surging tide, and instantly the nearby sky became gloomy, as if night had suddenly fallen.

At the same time, countless shrill wailing sounds came from the yin energy, one after another, as if there were thousands of ghosts hidden in it, which was creepy.

The ghost king, who was surrounded by the Yin Qi, shook his arms violently towards Yang Qian. The Yin Qi in the air began to swirl violently, like a huge whirlpool, and suddenly condensed into an incredibly large black ghost claw.

This ghost claw was a hundred feet long, covering the sky and the sun. Green ghost flames appeared and disappeared all over its body, flickering unsteadily. With the momentum of destroying the world, it slowly grabbed towards Yang Qian.

Yang Qian only felt that the air around him suddenly tightened, and an invisible force appeared inexplicably, like countless big hands, trying to completely restrain his body.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, under this tremendous force, he would probably have no choice but to surrender and wait for death.

But with Yang Qian's unparalleled physical strength, he treated this kind of restriction as nothing. He snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain, and quickly flicked the spirit beast ring with one hand.

With a "whoosh" sound, a black light shot out like lightning, and after circling in the air, it landed lightly about ten feet in front of Yang Qian. It turned out to be a half-foot tall little monkey with shiny black hair.

It is the nemesis of ghosts - the soul-crying beast.

As soon as the little monkey-like crying soul appeared, it wanted to act coquettishly towards Yang Qian, but its eyes rolled around very smartly, and after another light sniff with its big nose, its eyes suddenly lit up, as if it had discovered some unparalleled delicacy.

"Go! Kill this ghost!" Yang Qian smiled gently, and that smile was like a spring breeze. He said these words to the crying soul, and his tone was full of trust and expectation.

After hearing Yang Qian's words, before Ti Hun could do anything, the other people in the field were stunned, and expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces.

They all thought that Yang Qian was crazy. You have to know that the Formless Ghost King is a powerful ghost at the Refining Void level. It is not so easy to deal with him. It is not something that can be easily solved by some cats and dogs.

Just when everyone was full of doubts, Tihun nodded vigorously and shook his head excitedly, as if he couldn't wait to show his skills.

Then, it pounded its chest with its big hand, making a dull "bang bang" sound, and its whole body shone with a dazzling black light. Under the cover of this light, its body quickly grew in size, and in just a few flashes, it turned into a ferocious giant ape over thirty feet tall.

The beast rushed towards the ghost claw in the air without hesitation, and suddenly snorted. The sound was like a muffled thunder.

A ray of green cloud flew out from one nostril, like a giant, nimble green dragon, with great momentum, and hit the palm of the hand where the ghost claw fell.

An incredible scene appeared!

The moment the ghost claw touched Qingxia, a black hole immediately appeared on the palm of its hand. The hole continued to expand, like a greedy giant mouth.

As the blue clouds swept around, the rest of the ghost claw disintegrated and turned into balls of inky black Yin Qi, which were then sucked into the rosy clouds one after another, like a whale sucking water, mercilessly. In the blink of an eye, the entire ghost claw was incomplete, collapsed and melted, and dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing this, the Formless Ghost King in the distance said nothing and stretched out his big hand to grab the crying soul in the air.

Five black rays, like five huge sharp blades, shot out towards the giant ape with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The speed was so fast that it was almost beyond the reach of the naked eye. As soon as the sound of breaking through the air was heard, the claws had already reached the giant ape's body and were about to hit it.

With a few "puff" sounds, five black rays of light flashed into the body of the weeping soul. However, it had no effect at all, like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples.

The huge formless ghost king was also stunned when he saw this, and was obviously extremely surprised and shocked by such a result.

But the giant ape turned a blind eye to it, as if the previous attack was just a breeze. He snorted again, and a blue cloud flew out of his other nostril.

Two rays of blue clouds intertwined and flashed in the sky, merging with each other, sweeping away the negative energy in the air like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Afterwards, the two blue clouds turned into blue-black, flew back, and were swallowed by the giant ape in one gulp, as if it was tasting a delicious delicacy.

"belch--"

The crying soul burped, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and he turned his gaze to stare at the Ghost King in the distance.

When the Formless Ghost King saw that the Crying Soul had broken his magical power, he finally woke up from his shock. Then he started to whimper and became extremely furious.

"Ouch!"

Without any other movement from the Formless Ghost King, a layer of ancient armor suddenly appeared on his body, and green flames were burning and surging on the armor.

With a wave of his hands, a pair of bone hammers emerged. These hammers were eerie and terrifying, revealing endless evil spirit.

Yang Qian looked intently, his eyes as sharp as a sword. He found that the pair of bone hammers were made from two huge demon skulls. One of them was whistling with yellow wind, as if it could sweep away everything; the other was shrouded in black mist, eerie and strange, obviously not an ordinary magical power.

However, Yang Qian just smiled faintly at this, and that smile was calm and casual, as if he was extremely confident in Ti Hun.

This scene made the Void-Refining Cultivator from the Long Family feel somewhat uncertain, and his heart began to beat fast.

"What on earth is this monster? It can actually compete with my formless ghost king!" The face of the cultivator from the Long family was as gloomy as water, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was surging like a raging sea.

The crying soul didn't care about it at all. He blinked his eyes, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and two streams of green mist gushed out of his nose again, like two green dragons, rushing towards the ghost with great momentum.

Two loud bangs were heard, deafening.

The Formless Ghost King swung his two hammers, and suddenly a black glow emerged from the hammers, like a huge black wave, which fearlessly dispersed the green glow and turned into green light that dissipated in the air.

The soul-capturing divine light of the weeping soul was actually ineffective when facing this ghost.

"This time, the Weeping Soul's ability will be revealed a little bit." Yang Qian saw this scene, his expression moved slightly, his eyebrows raised inadvertently, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

But see.

For the first time, a solemn look appeared on the weeping soul's face, and a low roar suddenly came from his throat. The sound seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, which was terrifying.

next moment.

"Uuuuuu——"

A cold wind suddenly blew up all around, howling non-stop, and countless lightning flashes were looming in the cold wind.

The giant ape's body swelled again, as if it was being blown, and its hair began to turn red, like a burning flame. Three curved horns slowly emerged from the top of its head, bending like hooks and flashing a strange light.

The space between his eyebrows bulged slightly, and then suddenly split open, revealing a blood-red demonic eye, emitting bloodshot. At the same time, his face elongated, revealing his fangs, which were sharp and frightening.

Three black bone spurs about ten feet long appeared out of nowhere on his back, surrounded by black air and an oppressive aura, as if they were going to devour everything around them.

Yang Qian watched all this with excitement in his eyes.

The Soul-Crying Beast actually underwent an advanced transformation and turned into a ferocious evil ghost. The heavy yin energy on its body seemed to be substantial, and it seemed to be superior to the Formless Ghost King opposite it.

As soon as the demon eye between his eyebrows opened, there was a loud "boom" and an electric arc as thick as a bowl shot out. This electric arc was actually bright red like blood, like a blood-red streak, and it instantly reached the front of the Wuxiang Ghost King, so fast that people had no time to react.

An unbelievable situation occurred!

When the Ghost King Wu Xiang saw the blood-colored electric arc, he let out a low roar of extreme fear. He suddenly clasped his two hammers together in an attempt to block the blood-colored electric arc. At the same time, his huge body shot backwards, intending to escape. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Two muffled "puff" sounds came one after another, the sound was dull and short. As soon as the two bone hammers collided with the blood arc, they turned into two puffs of green smoke and dissipated as if they had met their nemesis.

The green smoke rose up and soon disappeared without a trace.

"That's it! It's really powerful, it directly defeated the magic power of the virtual-level ghost!" Yang Qian was extremely excited, and his excitement surged like a tide.

The blood-red electric arc was not blocked at all. With a deafening thunder, it struck the green flame armor of the Formless Ghost King with unstoppable force.

This armor, like the pair of bone hammers, was unable to provide any protection and immediately disintegrated and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The electric arc pierced through the Ghost King's chest, and then wrapped around him as flexibly as a snake, wrapping him tightly.

Then he pulled back with such force that it was irresistible. (End of this chapter)