Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

On this last page, a deep and restrained breath came to my face.

There is a portrait of a man on it. The young man in the painting is wearing black clothes and brocade robes, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and is handsome and handsome.

He had his hands behind his back and seemed to be staring at something. His leisurely and contented expression and handsome facial features all showed his extraordinary magnanimity.

It was Yang Gan.

Under this portrait, there are densely packed small characters arranged in order, all of which are information about Yang Qian.

"Yang Qian, now the Supreme Elder of Miaoyin Sect, a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

"A hundred years ago, he briefly appeared in Tianxing City during his cultivation in the Dan Formation stage, but then disappeared."

"Reappeared a hundred years later. He has advanced to Nascent Soul. His exact age is unknown. His magical powers are unknown. He is suspected of being a swordsman. He can be won over."

Ling Yuling continued to look down, listing Yang Qian's whereabouts over the years.

Lifting her jade finger lightly, Ling Yuling stroked Yang Qian's portrait, her beautiful eyes sparkling with color, and her fingertips traced across the face of the person in the painting like a swimming dragon.

"Yang Gan."

In the car, there was an inaudible murmur.

Outside, Jin Kui sat cross-legged in the car steadily, with a slight expression on his face.

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Demon Lake Island is an unknown island located near the edge of the Inner Star Sea. The only people who know where this island is are some casual cultivators living on other nearby islands.

The reason why this island can still be remembered by these monks and given such a weird name is because there is a material called "green copper" produced in several lakes on the island.

Although this material is not rare, it is a necessary item for refining several unique magic weapons. Therefore, some low-level monks occasionally come to this island to salvage this material.

I don't know if these lakes are due to the abundance of emerald copper. All the lakes are as green as emeralds, and the greenness is far higher than that of ordinary lakes. If a mortal falls into the lake water, it can even float on its own and never sink.

As a result, the reputation of the "Devil Lake" gradually spread among the nearby islands.

However, there are few trees and no spiritual veins on this island, so people rarely come to it.

But on this day, a dazzling purple rainbow light appeared from the distance, then cut through the sky, and shot towards the Demon Lake Island at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine.

While the rainbow light was flying rapidly, it suddenly released a huge blue light curtain, which was about to cover the entire island.

Under the light curtain, lakes, forests, mountains and rocks, everything became eclipsed, as if their brilliance had been taken away by this rainbow light.

The rainbow light stopped over the Demon Lake Island, and Yang Gan's figure appeared.

He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing hunting clothes, looking at the lake on the island with burning eyes. The aura of mana in the Nascent Soul stage on his body had no intention of covering it up. His appearance seemed to shake the entire island, and even the air boiled.

On the island, dozens of low-level monks were scattered around the edges of several lakes. They were mining something in groups. When they saw Yang Gan's appearance, their expressions suddenly changed.

"It's a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"how come?"

"Why did an expert in the Nascent Soul stage come to this little-known island of ours!"

"Could it be that the Nascent Soul cultivator is also interested in the 'emerald copper' on the island!"

This situation was like a thunderbolt hitting everyone's heads. They all looked at each other, and aroused overwhelming suspicion in their hearts.Their eyes were dull, as if they were nailed in place, and they had no clue. The development of things was unexpected, like a mess that was impossible to sort out.

But soon recovered.

Those smart low-level monks immediately understood their situation as soon as they saw the Nascent Soul Stage monks appearing. Without any unnecessary hesitation, they hurriedly packed up the "emerald copper" they mined and prepared to escape first.

But there are still many people who still hold on to a bit of luck and hesitate to leave.

Yang Qian saw this, glanced down indifferently, and suddenly shouted: "Within ten breaths, all irrelevant people will get out of here!"

Then he snorted coldly, and a powerful aura rose from his body to the sky.Then it went downwards and enveloped the entire Demon Lake Island.

The huge spiritual pressure generated by this momentum instantly caused the flowers, plants and trees on the island to tremble out of thin air. Some beasts and birds even fell directly underneath them and fell into unconsciousness.

The low-level monks who were still hesitant suddenly became confused and frightened. They felt that their bodies weighed as much as a thousand pounds and they knelt down on the ground.

Those with a slightly higher level of cultivation also suddenly felt difficulty breathing, as if they were restrained by someone, and screams and screams suddenly occurred one after another in several lakes on the island.

Yang Gan raised his eyebrows slightly, taking in a panoramic view of several lakes.

Most of the people were already running around in panic, releasing their flying magic weapons and leaving. Only two middle-aged people with somewhat similar looks flew towards Yang Gan after looking at each other.

Such an unexpected performance has long been paid special attention to by Yang Qian.

I saw these two people, both with zombie-like livid faces and dazzling red robes. They were all the same. The only difference was that one was carrying a huge red gourd on his back, and the other was holding a ghost that was about ten feet tall. Head crutches.

Their cultivation has reached the late stage of pill formation.

When they reached high altitude, the two middle-aged men in red robes looked at Yang Qian and then looked at each other.

"We are the heads of the Huo family, and we are leading the family disciples to mine 'emerald copper' here. This fellow Taoist is a bit overbearing." Two middle-aged men in red robes stood together expressionlessly, with their backs on their backs. The man in red robe wearing a gourd twitched his face and spoke without changing his expression.

He actually spoke like an ordinary person, and he didn't seem to be afraid of Yang Qian, an expert in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Huo family?" Yang Qian's eyebrows moved and he narrowed his eyes indifferently, "I don't care what kind of Huo family or Hu family you are. You still have five breaths of time. If you don't leave, you can stay here forever. .”

Opposite them, the two looked at each other unexpectedly, and the anger in their eyes flashed away.

The middle-aged man in red robe, holding a ghost-headed crutch, said indifferently: "How rampant! I and the two brothers will let you know how powerful the Huo family's 'Breaking God Sand' is!"

As soon as he said this, the other person next to him turned his hand, and the flaming gourd behind his back came into his hand at some point.

Yang Qian glanced at the gourd of the middle-aged man in red robe with some surprise, and repeated: "God-shattering sand?"

He had some impression of such a thing, and the appearance of the two people in front of him was somewhat consistent.

"Hehe." The two middle-aged men in red robes smiled coldly at the same time, with identical expressions.

Yang Qian frowned, and his expression turned cold when he saw the attitude of the Huo brothers.

Two juniors who are in the late stage of forming pills, even if they have exotic treasures, they shouldn't be so arrogant.

"Hmph, courting death!"

After Yang Gan snorted coldly, his figure flickered and disappeared out of thin air from above the lake. (End of chapter)