Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 315
Yang Qian's magical aura was so vast that it rolled in like a tsunami, leaving the dozens of Qianzhu Sect disciples completely unable to think of resistance.

They felt as if they were facing an endless desert sea, and the deep and terrifying mana breath almost suffocated them.

The few disciples who were still coming on the road were so frightened that they wanted to turn around and run away.

However, Yang Gan raised one hand, and several rays of purple light flashed out lightly, as fast as lightning.

Almost instantly, only a few shrill screams echoed in the air.

The group of Qianzhu Cult disciples who were running for their lives only had time to let out a scream, and then blood splashed and pieces of flesh flew everywhere!

Before they even had time to see Yang Gan's figure, they were torn into pieces by the invisible magic power.

Blood stained a large area of ​​the ground red.

There were also more than a dozen first-level puppets in the shape of tigers and wolves, which exploded and shattered on the ground.

Yang Qian stood there, the purple light in his eyes dissipated and returned to its usual depth.

He looked at the messy battlefield calmly, with no expression on his face.

Without any pause, Yang Gan slowly stepped forward with cold eyes, past the group of disciples and walked towards the main altar.His steps were steady, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the disciples, making them feel dull for a while.

"this this"

"Please ask Master Jin to come out of seclusion quickly!" Several bold disciples stammered, but they were so frightened that they could not move at all and could only kneel on the spot with chattering teeth.

Yang Gan glanced expressionlessly, his eyes were as cold as if they could kill someone, and he didn't see any movement, but suddenly a golden light seemed to flash past his body.

"what!"

Suddenly, a scream sounded.One disciple suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices and fell straight to the ground.

The other disciples stared at this scene with their eyes widened, their hearts filled with fear.

On the other side, there were several Qianzhu Cult disciples who did not know whether to live or die. Before they understood what happened, they were pressed by the golden light and fell to the ground. When they landed, they were dead and no longer alive.

Their bodies lay quietly on the ground, motionless. The low-level disciples of Qianzhu Sect who were trembling behind Yang Gan looked at this scene, and the fear in their hearts became even more intense.

Yang Qian ignored those disciples, and his figure flew forward quickly like a bolt of lightning, too fast for anyone to see clearly.

The disciples only saw Yang Qian quickly disappearing from their sight, and their hearts became even more frightened.

They were so frightened that they didn't even dare to make any sound.

They knelt there, their bodies trembling, their eyes dull and fear on their faces.

At the entrance to the main altar, there were only broken limbs and sluggish congregants kneeling down.

There was a suffocating silence in the air, as if the whole world had stopped breathing.

Yang Qian's figure flew rapidly across the Qianzhu Sect General Forum, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about his next move.

Although Qianzhu Sect is the dominant sect in the far west and locates the main altar here, what is surprising is that the defense measures within the main altar are not strict.

The two weak mountain gate formations were almost useless in front of Yang Qian's power of consciousness. He flew in from the main entrance without any hindrance.

As soon as you enter the main altar, you will be greeted by a simple and solemn atmosphere.The courtyard is deep and has towering ancient trees. Within the main altar of Qianzhu Sect, there is a huge stone platform in the center, surrounded by tall altars standing everywhere, separated from each other by blue stone pillars held by three people, forming a A rather spectacular sight.

Yang Qian's arrival did not cause any disturbance, because there were no other Qianzhu Sect disciples here.

His eyes flashed, and he walked forward without changing his expression, and circled around the altar.

There are a total of 16 bluestone pillars here. The bluestone pillars are at least thirty or forty feet high, and it would take several strong men to hug them together.

In the middle of the bluestone pillar is the huge round stone platform that I saw before. On the altar is a four-legged black cauldron, more than seven feet high. There are many weird patterns and symbols carved on the black cauldron. Yang Qian walked closer and looked carefully for a while, but found nothing except some animals, flowers and birds.

Just ordinary sacrificial supplies.

“According to the rumors in the Far West, this Qianzhu Sect’s main altar was built under the order of God Lord Dayan ten thousand years ago. It is so majestic and glorious that it can be called the number one sect in the Far West. "

Looking away, Yang Qian was floating in the air, looking around, his consciousness released, and flowing scenes kept emerging in his mind.

These scenes are gradually pieced together from far to near, from all corners of the main altar, making them become more and more complete and clear.

Everything is within the scanning range of his divine consciousness.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows, Yang Qian saw an empty hall. The light slanted in from the window at the entrance of the hall and fell on various patterns carved on the stone walls.

Those patterns seem to contain the puppet images of Qianzhu Cult, which is fascinating.

He also saw separate compartments one after another, which seemed to be used for cultivators, rest or research.

There are soft luminous pearls in each compartment, which make everything around it full of peace and tranquility. Unlike other large sects in Tiannan area, this place really has a religious meaning.

Yang Gan glanced around, found an exit, and shot away.

No one dared to stop him, and he was galloping all the way.

Yang Gan met several disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. When they saw Yang Gan, they all fell to their knees, sweating profusely and not even daring to breathe.

Yang Qian was naturally too lazy to respond to this and continued walking quickly.

At this moment, a red-faced young man in the late stage of foundation building appeared in Yang Gan's sight.

This red-faced young man is controlling several second-level puppets and instructing a group of juniors in the Qi refining stage. He looks calm and proud.

As soon as he saw Yang Qian, the red-faced young man put his arms around his shoulders and shouted, "Who are you?"

The red-faced young man shouted arrogantly: "How dare you break into our Qianzhu Sect's main altar without permission!" A group of juniors watched submissively.

After just a few steps, the red-faced young man sensed the aura of cultivation on Yang Qian's body. His expression changed again and again, from the initial confidence to panic.

Doubt, shock, sluggishness, horror, disbelief.

His expression was really wonderful.

He looked at Yang Qian tremblingly, as if he had seen a ghost: "You...you actually...you..." He couldn't even speak clearly.

In the end, the "Dharma King of Thousand Bamboo Sect" suddenly rolled his eyelids and fell to the ground after his expression changed several times. He fainted all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)