Journey to the head

Where is Lu Qian?
He didn't know it himself.

He did not plunge headfirst into the phantom firewood world, but rushed into a corridor.

This spiritual vein passage was not spacious. When he rushed into the passage, it was like he was squeezed into a flexible curved pipe. The omnipresent, tough and powerful pressure came from all directions, wrapping him tightly.

Lu Qian had no time to enjoy this wonderful journey, as he still remembered the most important thing.

He waved the golden branch and cut the passage behind him directly!

Hearing Ji Shu's screams faintly in his ears, Lu Qian was finally able to feel relieved. The tenth golden leaf that had grown on the golden branch in his hand, after being nourished by the spiritual veins many times, turned into ashes.

This is probably the price to pay for using the golden branch to open the spiritual vein.

But with just this one action, under the tremendous pressure coming from all directions, Lu Qian, Jiang Qingfeng and the unconscious Yu Jiao broke away directly!
"Senior Sister!" Lu Qian shouted, and Jiang Qingfeng tried hard to respond to him, but the distance between them was infinitely widened in just a blink of an eye. It was obvious that the space in this passage had been folded!
The next moment, Lu Qian felt dizzy and he didn't know how many somersaults he had done in the passage. The concept of time seemed to change as he was tumbling around and he didn't even know how much time had passed.

It seemed like the next moment, or maybe hundreds of years had passed. My body felt lighter, my eyes became brighter, and I could hear the sound of violent wind whistling in my ears.

He was falling rapidly from a height of thousands of miles!
This is the small world of firewood!
Being in the extremely high sky, the world seems extremely vast when you look out. Most of the area below is an endless plain with several winding waterways passing through the plain.

On both sides of the waterway, there are large areas of green, which are suspected to be farmlands!

Lu Qian immediately noticed that there were several other towns of varying sizes scattered across the plain, and in the distant skyline, there was a large area of ​​buildings vaguely visible, which seemed to be a very large city.

There are living beings in this world!

Looking at the architectural style from a distance, it is still a typical Chinese classical town. But I am still not sure whether the people living in the city are human.

At this moment, Lu Qian had already thought of various countermeasures in his mind.

Although he was not sure whether the golden branch could be used to open the spiritual vein when he was in the Nascent Soul stage, when he was doing experiments with the golden branch before, Lu Qian had already rehearsed the various situations he would encounter after successfully entering the firewood world.

Are there any living beings in the small world? Are these living beings a new race? How to deal with the lack of communication between the language, writing and culture? How to detect the overall strength of the small world? How to decide your own action plan based on the overall strength level of the small world?
And, most importantly, what can be obtained in the small world.

At that moment, Lu Qian subconsciously took a deep breath and planned to fly into the air, but he was shocked immediately. In the previous fierce battle, he first used the "Third Divine Power: Five Elements World" and then used the golden branch to open the small world passage. Now his spiritual power has been almost exhausted.

What's even more troublesome is that if he were in the Yuanchen Realm, his cultivation would be enough to call upon the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and glide slowly down.

But! The spiritual energy in this world is extremely thin, almost non-existent!

Lu Qian had no leverage at all, and after struggling in vain, he fell straight down!
Are you kidding me? I won’t be the first Nascent Soul Spirit Lord to fall to death in the Yuanchen Realm, will I?
Good news, successfully advanced to Nascent Soul stage.

Bad news, he's about to fall to his death.

The good news is that you won’t die from the fall. At most your body will turn into mud, but your Nascent Soul can still escape.

The bad news is that with the thin spiritual energy in this world, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a place to support and restore my body. I will still die...

Putting these ridiculous thoughts aside, Lu Qian fell down quickly. Of course, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. After achieving the Nascent Soul stage, his control over this pure glass body became more meticulous, far exceeding the control level of "not even a feather can be added, not even a fly can land", which was enough to support him to complete extreme operations.

As soon as he thought about it, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, put the elixir in his mouth, and then stretched out his robe. In the process of falling rapidly, he tied up the hem of the robe, stretched out his hands and feet, and the robe spread out between his hands and feet like a wing membrane.

With a whoosh sound of wind and the fluttering of his robe, Lu Qian rose into the air and glided forward rapidly!
Fortunately, although this robe of mine is made of mortal material, it is woven with spiritual silk and is tough enough. Otherwise, I would not be able to perform wing suit flying.

I didn’t expect that after achieving Nascent Soul, I would still want to engage in extreme sports for mortals. Lu Qian smiled and shook his head, then swallowed the elixir.

He maintained his rapid gliding posture and began to digest the medicine and restore his spiritual power.

Apart from treasures such as the Creation Fire Pill and the Innate Elixir, recovery elixirs often require careful breathing and guidance of the medicinal power to avoid deviating from the meridians, so they are difficult to take during battle.

However, now is not the time for a fierce battle. Lu Qian has a meticulous control over his body, and his spiritual sense is extremely powerful due to the amplification of his consciousness. He only needs to devote a little of his attention to controlling his body to keep gliding and delay time, and guide the power of the medicine to dissolve and transform it into spiritual power to fill his Dantian and Nascent Soul.

In addition, this pill is only a spiritual medicine for the Jindan stage, and its impact on the Yuanying is even smaller. So Lu Qian's eyes are half open and half closed, with a faint spiritual light flashing, crossing the sky amid the whistling wind and flying diagonally downward.

The wide and straight road leads directly to Luoyang, the capital of Daxia.

But from a distance, the gates of this huge city were closed, and there were almost no pedestrians or horses on the four roads running east, west, south, and north. It was completely different from the usual bustling scene of traffic and caravans.

On the Southern Highway, a gorgeously decorated carriage painted with python patterns was galloping along the road, and the driver was waving his whip and it was cracking.

The beautiful woman in the carriage had an anxious look on her face. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly and looked at the tall and handsome but pale man beside her. On his back, there was a dark palm print that went through his clothes.

"Junior Sister Leng, why are you panicking?"

Junior Sister Leng said anxiously, "Senior Brother Wu, this Black Sand Palm is one of the three most poisonous palms in the world. A person who is poisoned can only live for an hour at most."

"Nonsense." Senior Brother Wu smiled faintly, "I learned internal skills before I learned to walk. Has all these decades of internal training been in vain?"

Junior Sister Leng was surprised: "Then you are not in the way?"

Senior Brother Wu snorted, full of pride: "I can live for at least two hours."

At this moment, the groom shouted, "Young Master, there is the faint sound of horse hooves behind us!"

"Oh no! It's the Eighteen Riders of Black Cloud! They are chasing us!" Junior Sister Leng bit her lip.

"It is true that when a country is about to fall, there must be evil." Senior Brother Wu shook his head and sighed, "The Yinsha Sect has taken refuge with the Amaterasu Palace in Japan, and dared to hunt me down openly on this road. It's sad and lamentable."

"The emperor is weak, treacherous ministers abuse their power, and the people are living in misery. Those so-called immortals in the famous mountains and rivers are extremely selfish and unwilling to serve the country."

Hearing this, Junior Sister Leng showed a sad look on her face: "Our Hanshan Sect is alone and weak. Now there are only two of us left alive, and we are both ordinary people. What can we do?"

She suddenly remembered something, and her expression became slightly excited: "But those immortal sects are not doing nothing. Isn't it said that they have surrounded the best master in Japan at the top of Kunlun Mountain this time?"

"It is said that there are several hundred Qi training masters, including several foundation building ancestors!"

“Perhaps, even the legendary Golden Immortal will take action!”

"Brother, I really want to see that grand scene!"

Senior Brother Wu shook his head and said, "Golden Immortals have disappeared for hundreds of years. I wonder if they really exist in the world? These immortal sects besieged the Japanese evil demons, but they were just rampant demons who killed many of their disciples. This time they were seeking revenge for themselves, not to save the world. Moreover, the so-called number one master in Japan is just a junior who has been boasting about in recent years. Among the Japanese demons, he is probably not the strongest."

"Oh, the Japanese are damned! They stole our skills, but they had the heart to rebel! Now that Great Xia is weak, they immediately bully us and try to seize the immortal weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years!" "This time, Great Xia held a national defense ceremony in the divine capital Luoyang. I don't know what kind of people they have invited. I'm afraid there won't even be a grandmaster. Those powerful priests in the court were killed one after another. Now there are only a few left. How can they stop the Japanese Amaterasu Palace?"

"Could it be possible that the national treasure is really going to be taken away by the Japanese?!"

Just as he was getting angry, the sound of horse hooves behind him was like thunder, getting closer and closer.

"Uncle Huang!" Senior Brother Wu shouted.

The coachman had extremely long arms, his palms were covered with calluses, his temples were high, and his eyes were shining with brilliance.

He responded, the whip cracked, the two horses ran with foam at the mouth, and the wheels spun rapidly on the bluestone road, but it was still useless, and they could not get rid of the eighteen riders chasing them from behind.

The two sides were gradually closing in distance, and the excited shouts of the pursuing riders could be heard, but the sacred capital Luoyang was still far away and could not be reached no matter what.

"Young Master, I will hold out for a while, you guys hurry up!"

Without waiting for Junior Sister Leng to stop him, Uncle Huang stretched out his body and took off like a wild goose. He turned around, lightly tapped the carriage, and slid backwards as if he had no weight.

Listening to the noise, Senior Brother Wu smiled slightly, "It turns out that Uncle Huang has another trick up his sleeve. He has already broken into the Xiantian realm. His Hongyan Fighting Eagle Skill is quite mysterious. I didn't even notice it."

Junior Sister Leng couldn't help but feel a little more expectant.

The next moment, a scream was heard!
Senior Brother Wu's face changed: "Yeah, Uncle Huang was killed!"

The eighteen riders rushed up like a black cloud and surrounded the carriage in the middle in an instant.

One of them swung his long sleeves, and a black light flew out. The two horses pulling the carriage screamed, their brains burst, and they fell down, overturning the carriage.

But there was a loud crash, and the carriage shattered into pieces the moment it overturned. Senior Brother Wu and Junior Sister Leng got out of the carriage. They held hands and took several steps on the carriage and shaft that had shattered into pieces in mid-air, and finally stopped steadily.

"The reputation of the Hanshan Sect's Honghu is well-deserved." A knight said with a smile, "Miss Leng Feng is only at the peak of the acquired realm, but she has such power. It's really eye-opening."

"The two heroes are famous and extraordinary." Another knight said coldly, "But today there is only one choice, and that is to surrender to Amaterasu!"

Senior Brother Wu showed disdain on his face: "Just you, the Eighteen Riders of Dark Cloud? I, Wu Hanxing, have perfected my innate abilities and have already stepped into the realm of a half-step Grandmaster. You scoundrels, come and get killed!"

Then he spat out a mouthful of black blood and almost fell to the ground.
The Eighteen Riders of Dark Cloud laughed loudly: "Wu Hanxing, you have been hit by the Black Sand Palm of my sect leader. You will not live long. Why are you so arrogant?"

"Moreover, you are ignorant. Since the Yinsha Sect joined Amaterasu Palace, we have been nurtured and cultivated by the immortals. Now we are completely different from the past!"

"Don't even mention that you are a half-step grandmaster. Even if you are a true grandmaster, you can't escape the grasp of us, the Eighteen Dark Cloud Riders!"

As they spoke, their breath was already exposed. Wu Hanxing's eyes widened and Leng Feng's body trembled.

Oh my god! There are actually ten Xiantian realm masters, five Xiantian Great Perfection masters, two great masters, and the leader of the eighteen riders—

This terrifying aura actually belongs to a powerful Qi practitioner!!!

Wu Hanxing looked desperate.

"Evil spirits are rampant, and heretics are thriving. You are serving as dogs for Amaterasu Palace. Your master has really fed you well. Come on, I will not surrender!"

The leader of the eighteen riders sneered, "What's wrong with being a dog? It can give me spiritual energy to eat, so I can practice Qigong and become an immortal. You can't even dream of it!"

"Since you are resisting, just kill me!"

"First, kill you, the Jiangnan hero, then break into the Divine Capital, destroy the National Defense Dharma Assembly, and steal the treasures left by the celestial beings!"

Wu Hanxing was furious: "Want to dream! Even if I risk my life, I will not let the immortal weapon that suppresses the fate of Daxia fall into your hands!"

His eyes opened wide, and his robe puffed up as if it were inflated. An invisible energy began to flow, forming a whirlwind on the ground.

The Eighteen Riders of Wuyun surrounded the two men in the middle, knowing that this would be a life-and-death attack, and they all looked cautious.

Then Wu Hanxing shouted loudly, took a step forward, spat out another mouthful of black blood, and fell directly into Leng Feng's arms.

The leader of the eighteen riders sneered, "What a lofty man, a Jiangnan hero, he turned out to be a fool. Kill him!"

With a loud bang, a meteor hammer flashed with black light, a long sword slashed in the air, and a broadsword fell on the head!
This innate energy swept over, and Junior Sister Leng closed her eyes in despair, but she heard a few clicking sounds, and then there was silence in the field!
When they opened their eyes, they saw a tall figure standing in front of them. The weapons made of fine steel actually broke on his body!
Wu Hanxing and Leng Feng were both stunned.

This man is of heroic appearance, as majestic as a mountain, and looks as if he is looking down on the world. Just by standing there, his heroic demeanor is undoubtedly revealed!

Wu Hanxing was a Jiangnan hero who was conferred a title by the previous emperor. He had seen the Emperor of Great Xia with his own eyes, but at this moment he made an unconscious comparison and even had disrespectful thoughts.

The Emperor of Great Xia, the Ruler of the Celestial Empire, is probably only worthy of holding the whip and stirrup for this person!

The eighteen riders were all stunned, especially the leader who had become a powerful Qigong practitioner, he didn't even notice how this person appeared!
And the robe he was wearing, there was not even a trace left by the sword and knife cuts just now, it was a piece of precious clothing that was unparalleled in the world!

"Who are you?"

"My name is Lu Qian." Lu Qian smiled slightly, "Just now I heard you guys talking about some magical weapon? What is that? How about introducing it to me?"

Interesting, not only are the races the same in this world, but the language is the same, which is a lot more convenient, but why is this? I need to investigate it carefully.

The commander rolled his eyes and said, "Very well, we are here for the magic weapon. Why don't we go together--"

"Senior Lu!" Wu Hanxing struggled and shouted, "These evildoers of the Yinsha Cult have committed murder and arson and committed all kinds of evil. They have also defected to the Amaterasu Palace in Japan and become the running dogs of the Japanese slaves. Senior, you must not get involved with them!"

Lu Qian nodded: "No wonder you are full of blood. Departing to Japan... Japanese slaves... These are words that make me unhappy."

"Kill him!" The commander's face changed suddenly. The eighteen riders attacked together. In an instant, many figures appeared and their qi shattered the stone slabs on the ground.

More than a dozen weapons stirred the air, emitting innate energy and screaming with terror. Wu Hanxing and Leng Feng's faces changed drastically, fearing that Lu Qian would be beaten into a pulp in the first encounter!
"Boy, even though you have mastered the external skills and have a precious robe to protect you, you shouldn't make the wrong choice!"

"If you don't practice Qi, you will end up being an ant!"

"Let me show you my power at the peak of the third level of Qi training!" (End of this chapter)