Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 335
Suddenly, there was another loud "boom", and the dazzling golden ancient text was like exploding sparks, instantly bursting out with strong light. When the golden light flashed, it was surprisingly powerful, blocking the five-color rays of light. .

The thunderous crackle in the air echoed violently in the Starry Sky Palace, deafening.

"Tian Luo Zhen Kung! It's this Confucian Kung Fu again!"

Ling Xiaofeng blurted out, and a trace of heaviness flashed in his eyes.

As one of the three great Confucian magic skills of Luan Xinghai, the cultivation of Tianluo True Skill is extremely difficult, and not ordinary people can succeed.

He never expected that Yang Qian was not only successful in physical training, but also practiced this Confucian magical skill to such an advanced level. In terms of the power of "Tianluo True Skill" alone, he could almost be said to be inferior to Wan Sangu No. 1, he is simply a monster-like existence.

Wen Qing, who was at the edge of the Starry Sky Palace, saw that her husband was in a hard fight. Not only did he not show any worry, but his eyes became brighter.

As everyone knows, the eyelids of Dayan Shenjun inside the gilded gourd are also twitching wildly, and the face of the golden villain is twitching one after another.

"For the past ten years, Yang Xiaozi has been studying the Four Books and Five Classics every day, reciting Confucian classics, cultivating his awe-inspiring spirit, and having a firm will. He has never stopped for a day. I did not expect that he would have such a high talent in practicing Confucian exercises. And perseverance, what is it that can support his hard work?"

While others were in a state of confusion, Yang Gan looked solemn and put his hands together, with his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom. The thumb of his left hand was between the thumb of his right hand and the other four fingers. He grasped it tightly in the palm of his right hand and placed his fingers above the navel and below the chest. position, chanting Confucian mantras.

Confucian secret technique - Tai Chi grip!

A yin and yang embrace each other, and the endless aura of awe-inspiring energy bursts out.

"Quiet!" Following Yang Qian's loud voice, the five-color glow formed by the Yuanci Mountain stopped in mid-air.

Ling Xiaofeng's body froze.

not good!

But he didn't wait for his next move.

Yang Qian had secretly told Lord Dayan in advance. He looked at Ling Xiaofeng with a cold face and snorted heavily.

Ling Xiaofeng, the Lord of the Star Palace, was a little strange when he saw Yang Qian's behavior, but as soon as he heard the unusual cold snort, a sharp pain like a sharp cone suddenly shot through his mind. He was caught off guard and let out a scream. He couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, bowed down, and his face became distorted.

This is the unique secret technique "Jingshen San" created by God Lord Dayan. Now that Yang Qian's Dayan Art has not yet reached the last level of practice, he still relies on the assistance of the spiritual consciousness remaining in the puppet body of God Lord Dayan to activate it. Come up with this secret technique.

The power of this Godless Stab is naturally not [-]% powerful. It is far from the power of God Lord Dayan when he was in high spirits thousands of years ago. But even so, Ling Xiaofeng, a great monk in the late Yuan Ying period, was suddenly hurt. exclaimed.

However, this secret technique is powerful, but it can only work by surprise.

If a monk understands the secret of this technique, as long as he protects his head with powerful spiritual thoughts in advance, this technique will probably have no effect.

Moreover, the effect of this move is even more short-lived for late-stage Yuanying monks. It takes almost two or three breaths for the late-stage monks to react and forcibly suppress the severe pain of their spiritual thoughts.What's more, what Yang Qian sent out just now was not the "Shocking Sting" at his peak, so in just one breath, Ling Xiaofeng had forcibly restrained the severe pain of his spiritual thoughts. When he was filled with shock and anger, there was a faint look in his eyes. Showing fear.

Looking up, he didn't find Yang Qian.

In shock and uncertainty, the breath of death coming from behind immediately made Ling Xiaofeng freeze on the spot.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw Yang Qian's demon-like figure floating behind him, with a silver-white sword light touching his back.

Although the Yuanci Mountain has unparalleled defenses, it is extremely laborious to use, and Ling Xiaofeng has not been able to fully refine it, so there is no way he can recall it in time.

At this time, the Lord of the Star Palace was really in trouble.

"Show mercy on the sword!" Wen Qing exclaimed and flew over in a hurry, but did not dare to get too close. His beautiful face was full of anxiety. He was hesitating what to say, but suddenly he was stunned.

Yang Qian chuckled lightly, turned over and put away the silver-white long sword in his hand. Ling Xiaofeng suddenly felt relieved, his expression changed several times, and finally he cupped his hand and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Yang is more skilled, yes Ling was defeated.”

As soon as he said this, Yang Qian nodded slightly, swayed, and floated six or seven feet away, looking over with a faint smile.

"Fellow Daoist Wen is overly worried. We have just decided that this time the battle is over, and Yang will naturally not harm Daoist Ling's life."

Wen Qing's pretty face turned red, and she looked at Ling Xiaofeng with complicated eyes. She slightly opened her lips and said, "Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Yang. Your physical strength is probably unparalleled by anyone in this world."

"Hahaha! No one can match it. If we only talk about monks, maybe, but if we include monsters, I can't say it." Yang Gan looked up to the sky and laughed three times. His body was like a demon god with golden scales and forehead. The strange horn receded like a tide, the golden light dissipated, and the golden shadow behind it slowly disappeared into nothingness.

As soon as these words came out, the silent communication between Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing was interrupted, and they both stared at each other with slightly frowning brows.

"Fellow Daoist Yang is being humble. Even the tenth-level demon King Jin Jiao and King Suan Ni are not as powerful as your physical body in Ling's opinion." Ling Xiaofeng's breath had calmed down, and he stretched out his hand to summon the Yuanci Divine Light behind him. , as if a hill is suspended in the sky.

"Of course it doesn't exist in the Chaotic Star Sea. However, you two have also been to Dajin. Could it be that you have forgotten the old demon Che from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?" Yang Qian said with a faint smile.

Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing's expressions suddenly changed, and they looked at each other with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Yang is indeed a monk from the Great Jin Dynasty. In terms of physical body alone, Senior Che from Ten Thousand Demons Valley is indeed number one in the human world. Although your body is powerful, you cannot compare with Senior Che." Until this time, Ling Xiaofeng He Wenqing no longer has any doubts about Yang Qian's origins.

The local monks in Chaotic Star Sea have no way of knowing the secrets of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Especially for the huge force in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, even if the Star Palace had a god-transformation monk sitting in charge 3000 years ago, they would not dare to provoke this old monster who has survived since ancient times.

There was a faint smile on Yang Gan's lips, completely ignoring the God Lord Dayan who was in the gilded gourd, wondering what kind of power he had in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.He put his hands behind his back and glanced deeply at the two saints of heaven and stars.

(End of this chapter)