Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 211 Harvesting Fruit and Leaving Soul
After pondering on the spot for a while, Yang Gan scanned the dark passages around him, sensing the increasingly extremely cold and hot environment ahead, his eyes flashed a gleam, and with a movement of his body, he strode across the corner.

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In the quiet and dark passage, only the footsteps of a few people echoed.

Yang Gan was vigilant in his heart, always on guard against possible emergencies.

However, nothing happened. After tens of feet, Yang Qian passed through this narrow passage, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

What came into view was a spectacular natural cave, with a radius of more than a hundred feet and a height of more than 20 feet, like a huge stone hall square.

The black light on the stone wall flickered, and a faint halo of light danced in the air. At the same time, a strange aura of alternating hot and cold came to my face.

Yang Gan and the others were standing right in front of the entire cave at this moment.

In a weed bush opposite the three of them, a bean-sized crimson fruit was unusually conspicuous, about the size of an ordinary bean, with a rich aura that lingered and lingered, shining with a faint red fluorescent light.

Ice Fire Spiritual Yuan Fruit!
A gleam of joy flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, the big man with a square face really didn't deceive him.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Yang Gan glanced at the two people beside him, and turned his gaze to the left.

To the left of Yang Gan is a green water pool. The water vapor rises and the heat waves hit you, like a small hot crater. The black light on the stone wall pours down from the gaps in all directions and shines on the water, flickering. With a dazzling light.

Before the heat wave dissipated, suddenly there was a frightening chill that hit his face, as if it was about to penetrate into his bones. Yang Gan frowned, and relied on the powerful body of the seventh-level Vajra Art to resist the extreme cold and heat. in vitro.

Then he moved his eyes and looked at the stone wall on the right, showing surprise.

I saw that on a certain stone wall in front of the right, there was a stone that constantly exuded a cold air, which caught his attention.

The surface of that stone is rough and uneven, but it has a peculiar texture, dark and dark in color, mixed with a few intermittent cracks, shining with cold light, flickering on and off.

Every time the stone flickers, there will be a cold air coming out of the bones, as if it is the cold breath coming from under the Nine Netherworld.

Under this stone, a huge vine winds and coils, weird and mysterious, twisting and twisting, climbing on the stone wall, and in the center of the vine, a silver lotus the size of a palm, like a pearl, quietly Hanging there, emitting a faint black light, wisps of cold air visible to the naked eye are continuously drawn down from the strange stone above, and flow into the lotus.

"It really is a ghost vine lotus, and there is actually a 'Netherworld Thunder Stone'!" The square-faced man blurted out with excitement on his face, half sweating and half cold, "No wonder two rare spiritual grasses can grow. It turned out to be the effect of this dark thunder stone, but unfortunately, the stone's texture is still cracked, and it was clearly absorbed by the 'Ghost Vine Lotus'."

Speaking of the latter, the square-faced man felt slightly regretful.

"Brother Yang, please take the 'Ice Fire Lingyuan Fruit' by yourself. I'm so itchy, I have to accept the 'Ghost Vine Lotus'." The square-faced man cupped his hands at Yang Gan with a smile on his face, and then said The old man surnamed Hong greeted and walked straight to the stone wall on the right.

Yang Gan looked at the backs of the square-faced man and the old man named Hong, and frowned inadvertently.

The old man surnamed Hong didn't seem to be affected by the extreme cold and extreme heat. It was beyond his expectation that the Xuanjia Art of the sixth floor could achieve this level.

Not only that.

It seems that after coming to this monster cave, Yang Qian always had a strange feeling, as if something was peeping from the side, but with his spiritual sense that was infinitely close to the early Yuanying monk, he couldn't find the slightest clue.

'Pick the Ice Fire Spirit Yuan fruit as soon as possible, I will find a safe place to retreat and practice, and I will never leave the customs unless the Nascent Soul is condensed. Yang Qian withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and walked cautiously towards the "Ice Fire Lingyuan Fruit" in the center.

The surroundings were silent, except for the footsteps of the three people, echoing in the empty cave.

After walking for more than ten feet, Yang Qian stopped next to a low plant. The bean-sized fruit hanging on it was the legendary "Ice Fire Spirit Yuan Fruit". Its faint fluorescence showed its power. different.

The rich aura of the two extremes of ice and fire blends and circulates in this fruit.

The spiritual fruit is real!
With a smile on his face, Yang Qian slowly stretched out his hand, ready to pick the fruit. However, before his fingers touched the fruit, he suddenly speeded up, grabbed the red fruit in his hand, and then He took out a small brown square box and quickly placed the "Ice Fire Spiritual Essence Fruit" inside, and attached three talismans in succession to prevent the fruit's spiritual energy from leaking out.

Then he turned his head with a frown and looked at the two figures on the stone wall on the right.

The strange thing is that the big man with a square face was half-kneeling on the ground, his face was painful, and he made a "humming, chirping" sound. Wisps of black smoke slowly flowed out from his neck and ears, and gathered in the palm of one person. .

A gleam of light flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, and he watched the situation in the distance blankly.

The owner of that palm is obviously the elder of Guangxing Company, surnamed Hong.

With a sneer on his face, he glanced at Yang Gan, showing no intention of responding at all, and focused on casting spells from the square-faced man.

"Old Hong, you said you would save my life!" The square-faced man suddenly struggled, his face turned pale without a trace of blood, and he tried his best to say these words.

"Hehe, your entire soul has been invaded by the 'Soul Leaving Technique'. Even if I use 'Ghost Vine Lotus' to save you, you will never be able to advance again for the rest of your life. Instead of wasting it, you might as well leave it to me, hahaha!" The laughter of the old man surnamed Hong was a mixture of hoarseness and sharpness. With a sharp squeeze, all the black energy was sucked out of the square-faced man, leaving only strange, tarnished lines.

With a snap, the square-faced man lost his support and fell to the ground covered with icy slag.

The old man surnamed Hong closed his eyes, quickly absorbing the black smoke around him.

His body trembled slightly, and every wisp of black smoke was sucked into his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears by him, and then disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the face of the old man surnamed Hong gradually became ferocious, and his skin began to become darker and darker, as if swallowed by the darkness. It was growing at a crazy speed, and it reached four or five inches in a short while.

At the same time, a chilly magic power surged out of his body. In Yang Gan's astonished gaze, he reached the middle stage of alchemy in just two or three breaths, and his face was much younger. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

(End of this chapter)