Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The Ghost King Wu Xiang let out a shrill scream, the sound echoing in the air, making people's hair stand on end. His body was involuntarily rolled up and flew up, and shrank rapidly as the electric arc tightened. In the blink of an eye, he became the size of a child and was in front of a bloody mouth.

There was a flash of blood, and the crying soul swallowed it into its stomach in one gulp, cleanly and neatly, without any delay.

The weeping soul easily devoured the so-called formless ghost king with his own strength.

This time, the two Nascent Soul level cultivators of the Long family, Ye Chu and Ye Ying were all stunned.

This is not just some little ghost, but a ghost king who is comparable to a cultivator of the Void Refining Realm!

How could it be knocked down by a single blow as if it were made of paper?
What kind of spiritual beast is this little monkey that can transform twice? What kind of incredible magical power does the blood-red electric arc that spews out of its eyes bring?
These thoughts flashed through the minds of almost all of them.

But before they could recover from their shock, Yang Qian's figure flashed and instantly teleported onto the white light curtain.

With the movement of one sleeve, silver, gold and blue electric lights gushed out, and then the spiritual light gathered and instantly condensed into a ten-foot-long three-colored giant sword.

The giant sword flashed and slashed fiercely on the light curtain.

With a crisp "crack" sound, several dazzling lights intertwined, and a thin white line appeared on the surface of the light curtain.

“Not good!” The two Nascent Soul-Refining-level cultivators of the Long family obviously did not expect that Yang Qian’s three flying swords were so sharp. Seeing this, they lost their voices at the same time.

The light curtain trembled, and then shattered and collapsed with this line as the center.

Relying on the power of the flying sword, Yang Qian actually cut through the white light curtain whose power had already been greatly reduced with one sword.

The Blood Crystal Maha Sword was completely exposed in front of Yang Qian.

With a sneer, Yang Qian did not hesitate at all. He urged the sword formula in his mind and suddenly a huge three-colored flying sword flashed and suddenly disappeared on the spot, but the next moment it slashed fiercely on the blood sword.

There was a slight "clang" sound, and there was a dazzling burst of silver, gold, blue and red light. Yang Qian's thunder sword shook and was actually bounced back.

Seeing this, Yang Qian touched his chin and didn't seem surprised at all.

"The Blood Crystal Maha Sword is indeed somewhat extraordinary." Yang Qian murmured to himself, then he shook his sleeves and several silver lightning beads shot out.

The blood-red giant sword only shook for a moment under the power of the silver arc, but it was still safe and sound.

"Haha, kid, just give up. The Blood Crystal Maha Sword is a treasure on the Chaos All-Spirits List. Do you think you can destroy this sword with your ability?" The cultivators of the Long family, who were originally a little panicked, calmed down at this moment, and one of them even said with a sinister smile.

The corners of Yang Qian's eyes twitched a few times. He looked deeply at the Blood Crystal Maha Sword for a few times, and suddenly pointed at the three-colored giant sword in the air with one hand.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard, and the giant sword trembled. It broke apart in several arcs of electricity and transformed into three small swords of different colors.

The three small swords emitted a series of buzzing sounds, and then hundreds of three-colored sword lights appeared in a flash.

Each sword light was about a foot long, circling and dancing in the air.

Then Yang Qian muttered something softly, and his ten fingers moved rapidly like wheels, casting out spells one after another.

All of a sudden, all the flying swords were shaken, scattered in the sky, and shot out in all directions.

In the strange flash, these three-colored sword lights disappeared one by one out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.

Yang Qian actually set up a thunder sword formation with the blood-red giant sword as the center, intending to use the amazing power of the sword formation to force out Longdong's soul inside. He even wanted to destroy this magical treasure just like Han Li did in the original novel.

The sword formation was set up in a moment. With Yang Qian's magic power, an astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly rushed up into the sky from all directions.

Then, with the blood-red giant sword as the center, countless crystal clear three-color arcs appeared at the edge of an area with a diameter of over a hundred feet. They appeared and disappeared, and slowly moved towards the center.

When the two Nascent Soul-Refining-level cultivators of the Long family saw this, they were also startled even though they did not know the origin of the Thunder Sword Formation.

After the two looked at each other, the cultivator who was activating the blood book suddenly made a hand gesture, and the blood book in the air suddenly turned several pages one after another, and ten red magic shadows shot out from it and shot towards Yang Qian.

Although they did not believe that Yang Qian really had the means to destroy the giant blood-colored sword, they absolutely did not want Yang Qian to directly attack the blood-colored sword without any restraint.

Those red devil shadows were unusually blurry, with red light flashing on their bodies, and they appeared near Yang Qian one after another. However, Yang Qian, who was prepared, snorted coldly.

"Humph! You, a monster, dare to show off in front of me. You are really courting death!"

He rubbed his hands together and then suddenly raised them up.

After a series of thunders, more than a dozen golden arcs shot out unexpectedly and hit the red shadows in a flash.

The power of the evil-repelling divine thunder is undoubtedly demonstrated!
Most of these demon shadows were extinguished on the spot while wailing in the flashing golden light, and the remaining few were also thrown back with screams.

These demonic shadows were actually monsters driven by the Void Refining Cultivators, and they were truly extraordinary. When dealing with ordinary cultivators, their power should not be underestimated.

No matter whether ordinary monks use knives to chop, swords to cut, fire to burn, or water to soak, the Demon Shadows are not afraid of these methods at all.

This characteristic of the demonic shadows makes them extremely difficult for ordinary monks to deal with, leaving many monks feeling helpless when facing them.

However, because these demonic shadows carried a strong demonic aura, they were immediately restrained when they encountered Yang Qian's evil-repelling divine thunder.

The reason for this was that, on the one hand, the Exorcist Thunder had a natural restraining effect on the evil spirit, and on the other hand, it was because Yang Qian's cultivation had greatly improved. The Exorcist Thunder he used was several times more powerful than when he was in the Nascent Soul stage.

If Yang Qian was still in the Nascent Soul stage, with the magical powers of these demon shadows, they might be able to withstand the attack of the divine thunder that he unleashed at that time.

The display of Yang Qian's magical power shocked the other four people who were fighting.

"What?" Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"You really underestimated this young God Transformation cultivator!" The two Nascent Soul cultivators of the Long family looked at each other, and shock was clearly visible in each other's eyes.

They originally thought that Yang Qian was just an ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator, but they didn't expect that he had such powerful magical powers. But this time, before Yang Qian could wait for the Long family cultivator to use anything to respond, the Soul-Crying Beast beside him suddenly snorted, and the sound was dull and powerful.

Immediately afterwards, a green light suddenly flew out at an extremely fast speed and with great momentum, and actually counterattacked the seven red-haired evil spirits who were fighting with Ye Ying.

Even though these seven evil ghosts have great magical powers, they are still far inferior to the formless ghost king in strength.

When the blue mist rolled over them, the three evil ghosts instantly turned into red mist, without any resistance. The blue mist continued to move forward, and rolled back, swallowing the red mist directly into the belly of the crying soul.

The other four evil spirits reacted quickly. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately used the teleportation technique to escape more than a hundred feet away, and finally escaped. In this way, Ye Ying escaped in an instant.

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Ye Ying said in a sweet voice, her voice clear and pleasant, full of gratitude.

At the same time, she felt the pressure around her suddenly eased, and she felt much more relaxed. The woman was overjoyed, and her beautiful eyes glanced at the blood-colored giant sword surrounded by countless golden threads and the Long family's double cultivation, and then she activated the five exotic treasures hovering in front of her without hesitation.

These five rare treasures shone brightly, instantly responded to her call, and immediately joined Ye Chu's battle group.

Originally, even if two cultivators from the Long family joined forces, they could only barely trap Ye Chu.

At this moment, as Ye Ying's five rare treasures joined in, five kinds of light halo flashed together, shining brightly, and instantly merged with the green spiritual light emitted by Ye Chu.

The power of the fused light increased greatly, instantly forcing the surrounding purple miasma to retreat.

The two of them didn't care about the situation on Yang Qian's side for a moment, and immediately each took out a red drum and a blue iron ruler.

As the drum sounded, groups of red ghost bees appeared in the miasma. These ghost bees buzzed loudly and piercingly, swarming up and rushing towards Ye Chu and his two daughters like an overwhelming force.

As the blue iron ruler swirled and danced, it suddenly cut through the nearby void, and a space crack suddenly appeared.

From the crack, an octopus-like monster jumped out.

This monster was huge, and its eight huge tentacles lashed at Ye Chu and his two daughters without mercy, with an aggressive and powerful momentum. As a result, the two cultivators of the Long family barely managed to stabilize the situation again, and a stalemate was formed with Ye Chu and his two daughters again.

On the other side, after receiving Yang Qian's signal, the crying soul immediately roared to the sky, and the sound shook the sky. It used all its strength to activate the divine light of its soul, and the divine light was like a surging wave, sweeping towards the four evil spirits that escaped.

The four evil ghosts were erratic, dodging left and right in the air nearby, trying desperately to escape.

The two sides chased each other and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, his eyes revealing confidence and composure. He continued to concentrate on activating his lightning sword formation, his expression focused and serious.

Without the interference of the Long family cultivators, the power of the sword formation of thunder magic is enough to destroy Longdong's precious flying sword.

At this moment, Yang Qian was focused and put all his energy into the sword formation.

And without any other concerns, Yang Qian's sword formation finally showed its true power.

In the sword formation, lightning and thunder intertwined, sword threads flickered, and the light was dazzling.

The power of this sword formation is even stronger than Han Li's Da Geng Sword Formation in the original novel. The densely packed sword threads are like dense balls of silk threads, intertwining each other, slowly moving together and coming into contact with the blood sword.

Countless sword threads cut into the giant sword, making a sharp and piercing sound like metal friction, which made people's teeth ache. The blood sword was shining with spiritual light, and the golden light and blood light intertwined to form a brilliant light.

Blood-red sword lights continuously emitted from both sides of the sword, like blood-red silk threads, trying to resist the cutting of those sword threads.

But immediately, the blood sword itself suddenly let out a long and shrill cry, the sword body trembled, and then it moved suddenly, wanting to soar into the sky, trying to break free from the restraint of the sword formation.

However, the air was now densely filled with more sword threads, forming an almost impenetrable sword net.

As soon as the blood-red giant sword flew several feet high, it burst into an even more dazzling light. However, under this powerful resistance, it was still forcibly rebounded back. This treasure had no choice but to struggle to resist the powerful power of the sword formation.

Even though this sword has the power of a magical treasure, it cannot last for long relying solely on its own magical powers without anyone to control it.

As a result, after a while, the blood sword's spiritual light gradually dimmed under the continuous and frantic cutting of the golden silk tide, and the light was no longer as dazzling as it was at the beginning. In addition, the blood sword emitted a series of wailing sounds, as if asking for help from its master.

The lightning-attributed sword threads that appeared around the sword formation seemed endless, emerging continuously. Moreover, these sword threads became thinner and thinner, like hair, but brighter and brighter, shining like twinkling stars.

It was obvious that the sword formation was more powerful than before, becoming even stronger and more terrifying.

When the four people in the distance saw the situation here, the two people from the Long family were shocked and their faces turned extremely ugly in an instant. They changed several secret techniques, the spells in their hands kept changing, and they tried their best to mobilize the evil spirits and demons under their command to stop Yang Qian's actions.

However, Ye Ying and Ye Chu were overjoyed when they saw this. Excitement flashed in their eyes. They no longer held back and used all their magical powers to tightly entangle the two enemies and those ghosts and demons, leaving them no chance to escape and help Blood Sword.

It is indeed difficult for Ye Ying and Ye Chu to defeat and kill the two cultivators of the Long family.

However, it is not too difficult for them to simply distract the opponent.

"Bastard!" One of the Long family's Void Refining cultivators roared angrily, his voice filled with annoyance.

"Damn it!" Another cultivator from the Long family also yelled in frustration, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

However, even though the two Nascent Soul cultivators of the Long family were furious, they could do nothing at the moment and could only deal with the tough enemy in front of them first.

The spiritual light of the Blood Crystal Maha Sword became dimmer and dimmer, and it was about to be completely consumed by the power of the sword formation.

At this moment, Yang Qian suddenly heard Long Dong's voice, who was suppressing his anger: "Brother Yang, are you really going to ruin my plans? If you destroy this sword, you will become the sworn enemy of our Long family. How long do you think the Ye family can really protect you?" Long Dong's voice was full of threats and intimidation.

When Yang Qian heard this, he just made hand gestures and activated the sword formation with an expressionless face, ignoring Long Dong's words completely, as if he didn't hear them at all.

"If you are willing to let me go, I can double the benefits of whatever conditions the Ye family gives you." Long Dong's tone immediately changed, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Yang Qian chuckled, a hint of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his hands did not stop moving at all, and he still had no intention of stopping. (End of this chapter)