Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

I see.

On the cliff on the side of the mountain, purple arcs of electricity splashed everywhere, and a figure in black robes was sitting quietly cross-legged.

He was surrounded by a brilliant cyan crystal. The crystal was only the size of a walnut, but it exuded a heart-stopping light.

Cyan arcs continued to splash out from the spar, reflecting each other with the surrounding purple arcs, as if the entire cliff was lit up.

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with fear and disbelief.

When they were outside the island, they were completely unaware of this person's presence.

When they came to the island, if the white-haired old man hadn't subconsciously scanned the surroundings, they would have been completely unable to sense any flow of spiritual energy.

"Uncle Lin, this person," the girl in blue, holding a red silk ribbon, stammered.

The body of the white-haired old man became stiff immediately. He just wanted to stop the girl in blue from speaking, but he found a heart-stopping power of consciousness coming from all directions.

‘Monk Nascent Soul! ’ These words suddenly appeared in the white-haired old man’s mind.

Then, he and the four Foundation Establishment Stage disciples instantly lost their ability to move, and could only watch helplessly as the people around them stood frozen in place like puppets.

At the cliff on the side of the mountain, Yang Qian's expression remained unchanged, and without looking at the five white-haired old men who were unable to move, they held the magic formula with their hands and clicked dozens of times in succession like a wheel.

Cyan lightning suddenly bloomed, shining like stars in the night sky.

A quarter of an hour later, the cyan crystals that originally surrounded Yang Qian suddenly shattered with a snap, turning into starlight and disappearing.

Yang Gan opened his mouth suddenly, and the last few strands of cyan arcs escaping from the cyan crystal jumped into his mouth. His eyes flashed with cyan light, as if there was a mysterious power surging in his body.

At this moment, Yang Qian was as calm as a mountain, and his aura was more restrained, as if he had blended into the world.

The white-haired old man and others, as if being pulled by invisible forces, were still frozen in place, unable to move.

"call--"

Yang Gan took a long breath, and like the dawn of dawn, the purple lightning in front of his eyes gradually faded, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

That blue crystal was the "Qingyang Thunder Crystal" he got from the hands of the Sanyang Old Demon in the Xutian Temple. In addition to the first three, he also got it from the storage bag of the Six Paths Supreme Saint. He picked up another five, for a total of eight.

After several years of unremitting efforts, Yang Qian gradually refined and absorbed these crystal stones.

In the past few months, he has been traveling through the vast sea and has never encountered any monks.

Not long ago, he discovered that the "Qingyang Thunder Crystal" he had refined had reached a new level, so he found this place to practice with peace of mind.

Just now, he finally completed the refining of the last "Qingyang Thunder Crystal", and the thunder attribute magic power in his body was further improved.

Unexpectedly, during the final stage of refining the crystal stone, a group of monks arrived by accident.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian slowly stood up, turned to look at the five white-haired old men, and at the same time withdrew his spiritual power.

‘From this point of view, the sea here should not be that far from the land. ’ Yang Qian secretly guessed that it would be extremely difficult for the white-haired old man to reach deep into the sea with his cultivation level in the early stage of pill formation and four monks in the foundation construction stage. At the same time, the white-haired old man finally felt the pressure on his body disappear. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other with his descendants. They all seemed to have escaped from the gate of hell, and they had a feeling of surviving after a disaster.

The cold sweat behind the five people even soaked their clothes.

A stab.

Suddenly, a silver arc flashed, and Yang Gan's figure disappeared on the spot, and instantly appeared a few feet in front of the old man and the others, with the magic power on his body displayed unreservedly.

Thunder escape technique!

A monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

The white-haired old man and others were horrified, and were so frightened by this momentum that they became silent.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" Yang Gan asked calmly with his hands behind his back.

Facing Yang Qian's inquiry, several people looked at each other in confusion, and finally the white-haired old man spoke.

"Senior, this junior is the deacon of Nanhaimen. I and several juniors came to the southern region of the East China Sea for hunting and accidentally broke into this place. I have no intention of offending. I ask your forgiveness, senior." The white-haired old man said carefully, and at the same time he held his hands respectfully. salute.

The other young foundation-building monks also lowered their heads. Although they were curious, they did not dare to peek at Yang Qian easily.

It was hard for them to imagine that this handsome man who looked so young was actually a Nascent Soul monk who stood at the top of the human world.

Yang Gan smiled slightly when he saw this, and couldn't help but think of himself when he was a low-level monk. At that time, he was also so curious when facing high-level monks.

"Oh?" The strange color in Yang Qian's eyes flashed away, his expression remained unchanged, but his thoughts were flowing in his heart.

Nanhaimen is the first sect in Huayun Province of the Great Jin Dynasty. It is true that the sea area here does belong to the Great Jin Dynasty Empire.

Judging from his tone, this place should be the border area of ​​the East China Sea, close to the South China Sea.

"It turns out he is a fellow Taoist from Nanhai Sect," Yang Qian touched his chin and said curiously, "Although Yang has lived overseas for a long time and is just a casual cultivator, he has heard about the reputation of your sect. I don't know. You all look panicked and came here in a hurry, but what difficulties did you encounter?"

"Loose cultivators overseas! It turns out that Senior Yang is an expert like the Three Immortals overseas!" Hearing this, the white-haired old man showed a look of surprise on his face, "Senior also knows about my Nanhai Sect? This is great, how many juniors are there? ,quilt"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qian suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked towards the northern horizon.

The white-haired old man didn't know why. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted by a roar in the distance.

Several people were surprised and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

Suddenly, a fire cloud rolled in from the northern sky, and the speed was extremely fast. It seemed that the people here had also discovered it, and they rushed straight towards the island.

When the white-haired old man and other Nanhaimen disciples saw the momentum of the fire cloud, their expressions suddenly changed, showing a hint of fear.

"Uncle Lin, it's the fire dragon!" The woman in blue clenched the silk ribbon in her hand, looked at each other, and then looked at Yang Qian, a little at a loss, but there was a hint of expectation in her eyes. .

The white-haired old man's expression changed, and after a moment of hesitation he explained: "Senior Yang, that is the fire dragon that is chasing us. Although it is only a sixth-level monster, in this sea area, there are people who are not weaker than the seventh-level monster. The juniors were really no match for their magical powers, so they accidentally stumbled into the seniors’ place while fleeing.”

After hearing this, Yang Qian nodded lightly. (End of chapter)