Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three red-faced old men became even more gloomy, as if they could drip water.

Seeing the nervous look of the other party as if facing a formidable enemy, Yang Gan smiled. He suddenly raised his hand, shook it, and threw the person he was holding towards the center of the hall.

"boom!"

The person caught by Yang Gan drew a parabola from mid-air and fell heavily to the floor of the hall.

I saw a man dressed in a gray linen robe dressed as an old farmer. He hit the red brocade carpet on the ground without losing his momentum. He rolled twice and made a heart-stopping muffled sound. Then he stopped and landed in the middle of several people. Location.

Then, the face of an old man with a sallow face was revealed, but at this time, this man was no longer alive, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen some unbelievable horror, and there was an unspeakable fear left before he died. color.

And in the Dantian of his abdomen, there was a tiny hole, from which black-red blood slowly flowed, dyeing a large area of ​​the red brocade carpet on the ground red in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding air suddenly became solemn, and the hall fell into a deathly silence.

"It's the old monster Nong. He couldn't even escape the Nascent Soul from his Dantian." Wen Tianren's pupils shrank slightly and he murmured with a hint of fear. His voice echoed in the hall, and Elder Xuanji heard He Qingyi's face twitched.

He knew very well that the old monster on the ground was a famous demonic giant in the Inner Star Sea. Although he only had the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, in terms of ability, he was three points better than the layman Qingyi next to him, and He has many methods and is as cunning as a fox, often putting his enemies into irreparable situations. Even monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul are polite to old farmers.

Yang Qian saw the surprise of the three of them, and chuckled as usual, "This fellow Taoist farmer, the 'Jade Pill Technique' he practices, has really great magical powers, he can actually support me with a large formation." For a moment, this kind of strength is enough to be proud of among the early Yuanying monks."

Although his tone was extremely calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing, there was still an invisible pressure.

The three red-faced old men opposite were already feeling cold all over.

"There is no false person under the reputation!" The red-faced old man took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. "It seems that it will be extremely difficult for me to leave today." He knew very well that since he dared By setting up this trap, the other party would naturally not give him a chance to escape easily.

"Elder Xuanji is somewhat aware," Yang Qian said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "However, you and fellow Taoist Qingyi are not the purpose of my coming here. Hehe, after all, I want to What I’m looking for is a descendant of the Six Paths!”

Yang Qian clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at the three people's faces like a torch. Every time he said a word, their hearts sank a little.

A little cold sweat broke out on Wen Tianren's forehead. He was the only one with the lowest cultivation level among everyone present. Even though he usually looked down on his peers, he didn't think he could really defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even survive in the opponent's hands. The chances are extremely low.

"Senior Yang," Wen Tianren raised his hand and said dryly, "Actually, the junior master and the senior have been on good terms with each other for a long time. This time, I invited the senior here through the Purple Spirit Fairy. There is no malicious intention, I just want to I want to invite Senior Yang to the Holy Demon Island for a talk."

"Holy Demon Island? I will definitely go there in the future." Yang Qian raised his eyebrows and nodded lightly.

But before the joy on Wen Tianren's face appeared, he heard the other party say again. "Not only the Holy Demon Island, but also both the good and the evil including the Wanfa Sect, I will eliminate them one by one. The Chaos Star Sea can only be held in my hands." Yang Gan grinned and spat out this coldly. One sentence.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three red-faced old men suddenly changed.

"Now, let me see what you are capable of!" Yang Qian suddenly took a step forward, raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and suddenly faced the three of them!
The majestic thunder attribute true energy surged out in a mighty manner, covering Yang Qian in a layer of bright golden brilliance. At this moment, he was like a true immortal, giving people the feeling of looking up at a mountain!

Feeling the huge pressure coming towards him, Wen Tianren stumbled a bit, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his shoulders instantly, making him almost unable to lift his head.

'Is this his true strength? ! Wen Tianren was horrified. At this moment, the successor of the Six Paths was completely enveloped by the aura emanating from Yang Gan. The huge gap in strength made it difficult for him to move.

Fortunately, Elder Xuanji in the center soon withstood the pressure, giving Wen Tianren a chance to breathe.

"Go!"

As the red-faced old man shouted violently, a powerful red flame burst out from his whole body.

At this moment, layman Qingyi was not idle either. He raised his arms lightly, and suddenly, a dense green needle shadow poured down like a torrential rain.

Then, the old man in Confucian robes quickly patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and with a crisp cry reverberating in the air, a two-headed spirit bird with blue feathers appeared beside him, which was exactly his destiny. Spirit beast.

Yang Gan glanced at it and snorted disdainfully: "Humph! The Qingming Needle and the alien spiritual bird the Green Thorn Bird are just trivial tricks!"

Before he finished speaking, the shining golden scales around him became even more dazzling. Golden arcs of electricity circled around him, and frightening purple flames burst out. He did not dodge, and allowed the overwhelming Qing Ming Needles to hit directly. On the body.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

After a rapid metal collision, Yang Qian was unscathed, and not even a piece of golden scales was damaged. On the other hand, the ground was covered with curved green needles, and some even broke into two pieces.

Seeing this, Master Qingyi was horrified. He thought that even if his magic weapon Qingming Needle could not seriously injure the opponent, it would be enough to stop him for a moment. Unexpectedly, he could not even break those golden scales.

With the coldness rolling in his heart, the old man in Confucian shirt suppressed the essence and blood that rushed to his throat due to the damage to his life magic weapon. Without saying a word, he flew up and sat on the back of the blue thorn bird. He hurriedly patted the two limbs of the spiritual bird. Head, I saw the blue thorn bird spread its wings, and with a fierce swing, it was like a sword that broke the sky, directly smashing through the ceiling of the spirit boat above its head.

The walls inside the spirit boat that were already cracked were instantly shattered by a huge impact, leaving a hole about ten feet wide.

In the flying dust, the figures of layman Qingyi and the green thorn bird were revealed with a look of horror on their faces. They stuck together tightly and flew rapidly into the air, disappearing out of sight in the blink of an eye. (End of chapter)