Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 459 Zen Master Biyue

The range of this mountain range shrouded in a sea of ​​fog is indeed unbelievably large. In addition, Yang Qian's spiritual consciousness is limited in this area, so he does not dare to fly too fast.

Therefore, after flying for five full days, he finally arrived at his destination, a huge extinct volcano.

And along the way, he killed not a hundred monsters of all levels, but seventy or eighty, including several peak seventh-level monsters that were only one step away from their eighth-level transformation.

As for the truly transformed eighth-level monsters, once their spiritual intelligence is activated, they will not stay in the Hell of Fire, but will find another place to practice.

As for the fire evil spirits, they were not seen very often. They only met two more groups, and they were both devoured by the purple birds transformed by the holy fire of Shura. They did not really cause him any trouble.

However, when passing through a fire lake area in the mountains, Yang Qian had to slow down his escape speed a lot.

Because the red fire pillars ejected from the lake showed no signs at all, and seemed to be quite powerful, even the Four Elephant Panlong Belt was slightly damaged by this.

Although Yang Qian was not afraid of these pillars of fire, he was naturally unwilling to do anything that would waste his mana and forcefully resist them.

Then he cautiously slowed down his escape speed and slowly passed through this area.

Now Yang Gan has landed on the edge of the crater, looking forward with his arms folded, his eyes flashing.

According to the information he got from the Nanhai Gate, the center of this hell is right here.

It stands to reason that the sun's essence fire should be in it. However, Yang Qian's spiritual consciousness is limited, so he is naturally unable to discover this essence fire.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Qian didn't think of any good method. He could only fly down and search bit by bit like Han Li did in the original work.

With this thought in his mind, Yang Gan swayed and flew towards the crater.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a blue halo spurted out and rippled rapidly around his body.

It turned out to be dry blue ice flame.

As the blue flame passed by, all the red mist retreated one after another. In the blink of an eye, the circular mountain pass became abnormally clear, and the mist was forced out.

Seeing this, Yang Gan smiled slightly, and soon he rushed into the red lava.

Fortunately, under the dual protection of dry blue ice flames and Shura Holy Fire, Yang Qian did not feel any strange at all. However, under the intertwining power of cold and heat, bursts of rolling thunderous muffled sounds kept ringing nearby, which made people feel a little annoyed.

As for the Four Elephant Panlong Belt, Yang Qian had already put it away. Facing the red lava in the volcano, the Four Elephant Panlong Belt was clearly unable to do what it wanted.

Although the fire-attribute shield of this belt can be integrated with the surrounding lava, in such an extremely hot environment, not only must the temperature inside the shield be controlled, but also mana must be continuously input into this belt, consuming It's so big that the gain outweighs the loss.

Before seeing the Sun Essence Fire, Yang Qian naturally wanted to preserve his magic power as much as possible.

However, when he was in the lava, even if he activated his spiritual sense to the maximum, the range he could sense was far less than when he was on the ground, only about a hundred feet or so.

When Yang Qian found out about this, he couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head.

No wonder Master Hanli knew that the Sun Essence Fire was here, but he never succeeded in capturing it for so many years. In the end, he even gave up the idea of ​​capturing this fire completely.

In fact, not only Xiaoji Palace, but also the ten major sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, both good and evil, may also have monks who know the existence of this essence fire.

The reason why the Sun Essence Fire has remained safe and sound for so many years is probably related to the environment here. In such a harsh environment, it is somewhat unrealistic for even a late Nascent Soul monk to catch a spiritual Sun Essence Fire.

Perhaps only with the help of the god-transforming monks, it would be possible.

Even though Yang Qian was carrying the Shura Holy Fire, he still had no idea whether he could really succeed.

In this way, Yang Qian fled in the underground lava for a full day and night, but still didn't find anything.

However, he didn't even have this patience.

then.

Two days, three days, five full days later.

Yang Qian searched almost all the underground areas with a radius of thousands of miles, but still found no trace of the Sun Essence Fire, which made him feel a little disappointed.

However, what was surprising was that he met a strange person under the lava.

Because of the limited spiritual consciousness below, it wasn't until the two were nearly a hundred feet apart that they both discovered each other's figure.

There was a flash of silver light not far away, and a ray of light shot out from the volcanic lava in the blink of an eye. After a slight pause, a monk in dark robes emerged from the silver light.

Yang Qian was surprised and stared with slightly narrowed eyes.

Opposite him, he saw a middle-aged bald monk. His smooth head was like a mirror. His face was carved deep and firm by the traces of time and practice. His eyes were as deep as the sea, his nose was high and his lips were tightly closed.

There was a billowing white flame surrounding the opponent's body, blocking out all the volcanic lava.

Moreover, judging from the terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from his body, he does not know whether he is an old monster from the late Nascent Soul of Buddhism.

This bald monk turned out to be a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage!

Yang Qian looked at him with an unchanging expression. He saw that the monk's figure was as slender as a pine tree, his muscles were smooth and strong, his clasped palms were wide, his fingers were slightly white, and his steps were leisurely and leisurely.

This man was dressed very simply, wearing a dark monk's robe without any decoration, except for a green crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging on his chest.

From the opponent's emerald green crescent jade pendant, coupled with Yuan Ying's late-stage cultivation, a famous Buddhist figure immediately emerged in Yang Qian's mind.

This monk should be one of the four major Buddhist sects in the Jin Dynasty, and also one of the three elders of the late Nascent Soul of the Jinghuo Sect, one of the ten major sects of the Right Way.

This Zen Master Biyue's reputation in the Jin Dynasty is not comparable to that of ordinary great monks in the late Nascent Soul.

It only took more than four hundred years for this person to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage, and he was recognized as a genius that only appeared once every ten thousand years in the world of immortal cultivation in the Jin Dynasty.

While Yang Qian was observing Zen Master Biyue, the late Nascent Soul elder of Jinghuo Sect was also silently sizing up Yang Qian.

Although Zen Master Biyue's face looked as calm as water, with his hands clasped together, and his face still grimacing, in fact, his heart was already in turmoil, as if the river was turning over, and it was extremely shocking.

‘Who is this person? It was obviously only the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, but it gave me a vague feeling of unfathomable depth. " Zen Master Biyue was thinking rapidly in his heart. Although his expression did not change, the light in his eyes flashed, revealing an elusive depth.

(End of this chapter)