Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Looking from a distance, layman Qingyi's originally gorgeous robes had been torn in pieces during his escape, and his body was covered with dust and beads of sweat.

The old man actually looked like he was running away for his life, not even wanting his own magic weapon.

Yang Gan looked at the old man in Confucian robes running away in panic, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, then he turned his right hand over, and with a flash of inspiration, a strange-looking black bone fan appeared in his hand.

This bone fan is completely black, as if it is made up of countless tiny bones, which makes people feel chilly at first sight.

His eyes suddenly glanced, and the movements of the red-faced old man in front of him came into view. The old man clasped his hands together, and a burst of magic power condensed in his palms, rolling and squirming like a flood about to break through the dam, forming a red flame dragon.

Narrowing his eyes, Yang Qian turned around and slapped the bone fan in his hand hard. In an instant, a powerful mana burst out from the bone fan.

The terrifying skeleton bird beast roared out, opened its mouth and screamed, and collided with the red dragon released by the red-faced old man.

The shock wave generated by the collision of two powerful mana spread around, making a deafening noise, the air was torn, and everything around was blown around. The floor of the hall continued to crack and crack, and it was about to collapse. Come down.

The wind howled, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At the same time, Yang Qian's left hand pointed lightly, as sharply as a dragon raising its head, and quickly tapped the old man in Confucian shirt in the sky.

This finger, with invisible power, seemed to vibrate even the void.

Clang!
A three-foot-long sword pulsating with white electric arcs seemed to break free from the endless void. It flashed several times in an instant and disappeared into the void again.

The old man in Confucian shirt, who had already flown nearly a hundred feet out of the sky, seemed to be in some kind of crisis.

He felt the power of Yang Qian's finger, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

The old man in Confucian robes did not hesitate to move the disk-shaped treasure in front of him. The surface of the two disks flashed with blue light, flying and dancing, followed by a burst of strong blue light.

After the green light converged, an unusually thick light shield enveloped him and the spirit beast.

The inner turmoil of the old man in Confucian shirt gradually subsided under the protection of this light shield, and his face also showed a trace of peace of mind.

However, suddenly, he felt that the flow of his mana became stagnant, as if something was preventing it from running. He gasped and couldn't take a breath, as if he was being pressed by an invisible mountain on his chest.

The old man in Confucian robes had an incredible look on his face and looked down with fear on his face.

The two heads of the Blue Thorn Bird were whirling in the air, blood spurting out from their wounds.

not only that.

In the Dantian, a small hole was gushing out black and red blood, like spring water gushing out.

An unspeakable sharp pain spread throughout his body from there, and the old man's body lost strength in an instant. In an instant, his body softened and he fell downwards together with the spirit beast.

The wind was howling, the clouds were rolling, and the whole world was spinning in the eyes of the old man in Confucian shirt.

All the sounds and sights became blurry and distant, and only the feeling of severe pain followed him, making him unable to get rid of it.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He tried to move his body, but his power seemed to be completely withdrawn and he could not drive it. All his consciousness was floating in the severe pain and dissipated Nascent Soul, and everything became blurred.

Plop.The physical body of layman Qingyi fell from the sky and hit the top of the spirit boat impartially. His eyes were tightly closed, and there was no longer any life left.

The torn Confucian shirt on his body was sticky and heavy, swaying in the wind and stained red with blood.

In the Lingzhou Hall.

Elder Xuanji looked ugly. He didn't think much about the sandalwood beads in front of him. Suddenly, the beads grew several times in size and spun around to protect his figure.

Seeing that Yang Qian was so powerful that he looked like a demon god, Elder Xuanji pinched several spells in succession. At the same time, he opened his mouth and a small bronze bell spurted out, turning into a ball of green light in the air and heading straight towards him.

With a loud "boom", Yang Gan sneered and punched the small bronze bell without hesitation.

Golden light and green light intertwined together, but the dazzling golden light flashed away and shattered several sandalwood beads.

The small bronze bell made a "ding" sound and flew back sideways, before being hit hard by Elder Xuanji.

Elder Xuanji was startled, and hurriedly made a seal with both hands. The afterimages continued to shoot out one after another, and the small bronze bell that hit the shield stopped.

He saw an extremely conspicuous fist mark on the small clock, which made him heartbroken.

But in this moment of delay, a golden fist filled with lightning appeared strangely in front of the remaining sandalwood beads and struck it hard.

The few sandalwood beads suddenly shook and turned into powder in an instant. Elder Xuanji felt an irresistible force coming from in front of him, and he and the bell flew out diagonally.

But Elder Xuanji is worthy of being the top expert among all sects, and he has rich experience in fighting with others.

Before he was knocked out, his sleeves and robes flicked, and a fiery red broken blade shot out first, slashing straight at Yang Qian who had just revealed his figure.

There was a trace of sarcasm on Yang Gan's face covered with golden scales.

Seeing the fiery red broken blade turning into a frightening rainbow and hitting the top of his head, he made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he hit it head on, and the strange horn on his forehead was aimed at the fiery red broken blade on his head.

Accompanied by the fleeting shadow of the dragon, a shattering cry came from the fiery red broken blade. The spiritual light flashed a few times, then it broke off again with a click, falling into two pieces.

Elder Xuanji was horrified when he saw this scene.

This fiery red broken blade looks ordinary, but it is actually the famous "Shaking Flame Knife" in the Chaos Star Sea. It is a remnant treasure that he finally obtained back then. After some sacrifices, it is still a broken blade. Blade, but it has unexpected miraculous effects on thunder attribute mana.

I specially brought it this time as a treasure at the bottom of the box.

In front of Yang Qian, although the golden scales appearing on his body were very similar to Man Beard's Demonic Technique, the thunder attribute magic power was obvious, so he casually used this blade, although he did not expect this treasure to be able to kill easily. The other party was so casually broken by the other party, which really shocked him.

Yang Qian's physical strength has completely exceeded Elder Xuanji's imagination. Even if he can break through the thunder attribute magic, he will never be able to resist with this physical body alone.

Just when Elder Xuanji was shocked, two wings with shining metallic luster suddenly appeared out of thin air on Yang Gan's back.

Zizi!

Zizi!

Suddenly, the arc flashed, and Yang Gan's figure disappeared instantly amid the thunder. (End of chapter)