Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

At the intersection of the forces of the Ancient Sword Sect and the Luoyun Sect.

There is a desolate swamp called "Green Trail Swamp".

This place is located in a remote location and has been plagued by miasma for many years. Few other sect disciples come here.

And this day.

At the edge of the swamp, a man stood quietly.

He was wearing a black robe, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face. His face was as sharp as a knife, exuding an extraordinary temperament.

This man had his hands behind his back, and the swamp under his feet was muddy, but he seemed to be above the swamp, half an inch above the ground.

It was as if there was an invisible force holding him up, allowing him to walk on flat ground in this dangerous place.

It was Yang Qian who returned to the Tiannan area from the Chaotic Star Sea.

After returning to Luanming Sect some time ago, he heard that Luoyun Sect had a new Supreme Elder who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he immediately understood that this was the return of Han Li.

Although it is not known whether Han Li returned to Tiannan through Ghost Mist, the other party actually joined the Luoyun Sect according to the original work and successfully had a baby, which made Yang Qian couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

So, after a few days of in-depth communication with Xin Ruyin, Yang Qian informed Long Han and Feng Bing and rushed to Yunmeng Mountain alone.

Now that I know the news about Han Li, I obviously want to go there.

The towering good fortune dew Yanggan has been consumed long ago, and the dragon scale fruit still needs to be cultivated, which also involves the practice of bone tempering techniques.

Over the years, his physical body has improved, so he still has to exchange some for emergencies.

However, when Yang Qian's Jinghong was about to reach the Yunmeng Mountains, he suddenly remembered something and immediately restrained his escape light and headed straight for the "Green Trace Swamp" at the junction of the Ancient Sword Sect and the Luoyun Sect.

It's time to find a new body for Silver Moon.

Thinking of this, Yang Gan stepped forward. It seemed like a light step, but it seemed that he had transcended the constraints of space and moved forward more than ten feet at once.

This step seemed to cross the barrier of distance, showing Wushang's magical power that shrunk to an inch.

Then, Yang Gan kept his feet down, dodged several times in a row, and disappeared from here.

In just a quarter of an hour, Yang Gan arrived somewhere on the edge of the swamp. More than a hundred feet away, there was a huge mountain with no peak visible.

Yang Gan was staring ahead, and his eyes were attracted by a steep and steep black cliff.

The cliff seemed to have been cut away with a sharp blade, piercing straight into the sky.

"This is it." Yang Qian touched his nose, then slightly bent his fingers, and gently flicked the wolf-headed jade Ruyi he had just taken out in his hand.

"Master, what are your instructions for calling this slave out?" Yin Yue's melodious and gentle voice came from Yu Ruyi.

Yang Qian smiled slightly, with a hint of meaning in his eyes.

"Looking for a physical body for you." He smiled faintly and didn't explain much.

Yin Yue's voice was full of surprise, "Thank you Master for your love. Yin Yue will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

Hearing this, Yang Qian's smile became even stronger, his spiritual power in his hand was stimulated, and he gently tapped the wolf head jade Ruyi again.

I saw that the yellow brilliance on the jade Ruyi became more powerful, and Yang Gan's figure was gradually swallowed up by the light and disappeared into the swamp.

Within the mountain wall.

Yang Gan held the wolf head jade Ruyi in his hand, and his whole body was wrapped in light yellow light. Not far in front of him was a small yellow wolf several feet in size, opening the way for him to use the earth escape technique.

Wherever this weapon spirit passed, all the earth and stone were automatically invisible. Yang Qian followed Xiaolang unhurriedly, occasionally speaking out to point out the direction.

With Yang Qian's current cultivation of "Dayan Jue", the entire giant mountain is under the influence of his spiritual consciousness, and there is no way to escape.

One of the locations can reflect the monk's spiritual consciousness, which is obviously the destination of his trip.

However, this huge mountain was obviously not small. After Yang Qian commanded Yin Yue to sneak a distance of several hundred feet, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. At the signal, his whole body flashed with yellow light and appeared out of thin air in a stone room. middle.

"Which fellow Taoist is here? I am inconvenient to welcome you, so please forgive me." A faint voice came to my ear.

Yang Gan turned his eyes and looked at the stone platform more than ten feet in front of him.

On it, there is a beautiful woman in black dress and holding a wooden hairpin.

This beautiful woman has a beautiful appearance, but her face is pale, her eyes are flowing and shining, and there is a layer of glint covering her face. However, half of her sleeves are empty, and she is actually a person with a broken arm.

Yang Qian smiled slightly and immediately called Yinyue to his side.

But at this time, the beautiful woman in black skirt let out a cry of surprise, her tone seemed to be full of surprise.

"Huh? Judging from the mana aura on my fellow Taoist, it seems that he is not the elder of the three sects of Yunmeng Mountain." After the beautiful woman chuckled, she said with flowing eyes, but the fear in her eyes flashed away.

The magic power on Yang Qian's body was looming and elusive. The beautiful woman in black dress could only vaguely feel the aura of the Nascent Soul stage, but she couldn't tell what level the person in front of her was.

On the knees of a beautiful woman in a black dress sitting cross-legged, a low-level demonic beast, the Snow Cloud Fox, was curled up on the woman's legs in a comfortable manner, looking at Yang Qian with curious eyes, full of intelligence.

The beautiful woman raised a white, jade-like wrist and gently stroked the Snow Cloud Fox on her leg.

"Hey, I happened to pass by here and accidentally discovered this stone chamber in the mountain. Wow, fellow Taoist, you are really excited. Staying alone in this stone chamber made of lapis lazuli is really a big deal." The corner of Yang Gan's mouth curled up slightly. , his eyes glanced at the stone wall beside him, and he said pointedly.

Naturally, he knew the details of the beautiful woman in black dress before him.

"Fellow Taoist actually recognizes lapis lazuli?" A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman in black dress. Her eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly, but the smile on her face was still extremely charming.

"Lapis lazuli was an extremely rare weapon-refining material even in the barbaric period. In addition to being able to destroy it with great force, the spiritual power of any magic weapon is ineffective against it. Therefore, it has the reputation of 'spirit-absorbing stone'!" Yang Qian smiled slightly, pointed his finger, and a lilac sword light several inches long appeared between his fingers.

Then, he stabbed with his backhand.

The lavender sword light directly collided with the wall made of lapis lazuli.

After the crisp impact of crackling, the sound of breaking jade echoed in the stone house. However, this seemingly cold sword light left a mark only one inch deep on the stone wall made of lapis lazuli.

What's even more surprising is that the cracks on the stone wall repaired themselves in the blink of an eye, slowly smoothed out, and were as smooth as ever. After a while, they disappeared without a trace.

"Yes, my fellow Taoist is really well-informed. You know, even among the Nascent Soul stage monks, not many people know about the existence of lapis lazuli." The beautiful woman couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yang Qian had not completely broken the lapis lazuli. , smiled charmingly, "Actually, I am"

The beautiful woman in black dress smiled charmingly, her red lips parted slightly, but before she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly shrank, and the look of surprise in her eyes was difficult to conceal.

But see.

Yang Gan's fingers turned into sharp golden claws in an instant, dazzling with light, and pierced into the stone wall as hard as iron without hesitation.

Boom!

There was only a roar, and a hole the size of a fist was opened in the stone wall. Under this huge force, even if Yang Gan retracted his arm, the stone wall could not be closed naturally.

Whistle, rustle, rustle.

Within the cave, fragments of the stone wall fell one after another, like an invisible avalanche, scattered on the ground near Yang Gan.

However, Yang Qian's fingers were still as clean as the crescent moon, with a slight golden light emitting from the fingertips, not even a particle of dust could adhere to it.

Not to mention any damage.

See this scene.

The beautiful woman could no longer describe her inner shock in words at this moment. Her eyes were as big as bells, looking in disbelief, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became stiffer.

The horror in her heart came like a tide, making the beautiful woman in black dress laugh involuntarily. She tried hard to smile, but it looked so stiff and ugly, and she forced a smile and said:

"I didn't expect that my fellow Taoist was so secretive that he actually knew the art of body refining. I have only seen such a powerful body in my life, and no one else can do it." Hearing this, Yang Qian smiled. , but there was a bit of sarcasm in this smile, and he said lightly:

"Your performance is indeed not bad. You are obviously just a corpse mandrill, but after countless years of baptism, you can still maintain such intelligence. You have also mastered illusions to such an advanced level that even ordinary Yuanying early stage monks may not be able to tell. In fact, It’s rare.”

As soon as these words came out, the face of the beautiful woman in black dress changed drastically, and her face was instantly clouded. Her eyes were extremely cold, and there was a hint of surprise and viciousness in her tone: "You, you have actually seen through my true identity a long time ago?"

Yang Gan looked at her with an almost indifferent look, as if he was examining a dead person.

His voice was like cold lake water, without any ripples: "Although your illusion is clever, it's a pity that you met me. I have the secret method of spiritual consciousness, and it is completely easy to break your illusion."

Mandrill.

Hence the name, it is a type of zombie.

However, it is very different from the walking corpses cultivated by monks and the ordinary zombies buried deep underground.

The conditions under which they can form are extremely harsh.

Although no one knows the complete method of formation of this evil spirit. But for a corpse to evolve into a mandrill, it must meet two conditions before it was alive.

First, before the corpse is heard, at least it must be a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. It is impossible for mortals and monks with low cultivation levels to turn into corpses after death.

Second, the monk must have spiritual roots of wood or earth attributes, and they must also have heavenly spiritual roots.

Otherwise, there would be no chance of channeling and resurrecting with the help of the power of stone and wood.

In addition, there is another condition that must be met to form a corpse mandrill, that is, these monks must die with great resentment. Only then can the soul be unwilling to return to reincarnation after death and stay on the corpse.

After a long time, coupled with other chances and coincidences, the soul can be re-melted with the corpse, forming a monster like a mandrill.

This kind of monster can be said to be half human and half corpse, or half corpse and half ghost.

Because not only does it not have the fatal weakness of ghosts and zombies that are afraid of the power of sunlight, but it also has most of the memories of its lifetime and can practice the skills it had during its lifetime.

And because they died with resentment, these evil spirits are naturally not vegetarians. Almost all of them are murderous.

After killing a monk, he especially likes to trap the monk's soul in his belly and slowly torture him with corpse fire for fun.

This monster can be said to be something that everyone talked about in the world of immortality a long time ago.

Moreover, except for a few specific magical powers, or a crushing magical power that can be forcibly destroyed, a mandrill can generally only be slowly refined with real fire, or sealed with soul-extracting techniques.

With Yang Qian's current cultivation level and magical power, a mere corpse mandrill in the early stage of Nascent Soul would naturally be unable to harm it, not to mention that he possesses three of the five major divine thunders in the world of immortality. Killing this mandrill can be said to be a snap.

What's more, the mandrill's essence is not in the illusion in front of him.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian was speechless. He gently twisted the magic formula with one hand, and the Tianluo true power in his body reached 100%.

In an instant, his whole body was enveloped in a majestic and mysterious purple flame.

The flame seemed to be connected to his mind, rising into the sky with his will and turning into a majestic purple fire dragon.

The purple fire dragon was tumbling in the air with a powerful and terrifying sound.

What's particularly strange is that the flame is obviously not scorching, but the beautiful woman in the black dress has a look of fear on her face after seeing it, and she can't help but blurt out:

"This breath. Confucian magic! You, you are a rare Confucian and Taoist monk!"

The beautiful woman in the black dress looked ugly. She couldn't help gritting her teeth and asked, "What is your intention, fellow Taoist? Although I was formerly a mandrill, I have no ill intentions toward you!"

Before she finished speaking, a look of fear flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes.

He saw a mocking smile on the corner of Yang Qian's mouth, and he made a little secret in his hand.

In an instant, the purple fire dragon attacked the beautiful woman in black skirt like a violent storm. It was like a rainbow and without any hesitation, it directly hit the beautiful woman in black skirt.

"No!"

The beautiful woman in black screamed in despair, and her beautiful face suddenly became extremely distorted.

Then she seemed unwilling to sit back and wait for death. She quickly raised one arm to cover her face, and at the same time lowered her head desperately, as if she wished she could hide her face in her arms, and a green glow appeared all over her body.

The purple fire dragon finally landed on the shoulders of the beautiful woman in black dress.

In an instant, purple light flashed, and a puff of green smoke immediately emerged.

"Ahhh!"

As the body of the beautiful woman in the black dress trembled, an extremely shrill and strange scream came from her mouth. The sound was sharp and harsh, and it was not like the sound of a human being at all.

Yang Qian was unmoved by this and stood expressionless.

As the purple fire dragon of Tianluo Zhenqi circled around, the beautiful woman in black skirt was surrounded by green smoke.

After a while, the entire stone platform was surrounded by smoke. Except for the occasional flash of purple fire, the beautiful woman could no longer be seen.

But the screams in the green mist didn't stop for a moment, and they screamed loudly.

He was rough and violent for a while, as if he was changing from male to female, which made people's hair stand on end.

The appearance of green smoke filled the whole room with a fishy smell, but Yang Qian had already held his breath in advance, so it had no effect on him.

Although, even if he breathed into this poisonous corpse gas, with his physical body and the poison-killing effect of Guishui Yin Lei, he would never be able to cause the slightest damage.

At this moment, sounds of "crack" and "crack" appeared from the thick green smoke.

There was a "whoosh" sound.

In the thick green mist, a green claw burst out of the mist like lightning. The silver chain wrapped around the claw covered it like snake scales, which looked strange and a bit eerie.

His arms actually stretched and contracted like a python, and suddenly stretched out several feet in length. With an indescribable fierce force, he fiercely grabbed Yang Qian.

"Humph!"

Yang Gan's cold snort echoed in the air. He stood there and didn't seem to make any move.

However, the whole body exudes a bright golden light, like a golden halo.

At the same time, several azure arcs of electricity burst out from his body, and they surrounded him like agile lightning. The dazzling brilliance made it impossible to look directly at him.

When the green ghost claws touched the blue arc, they immediately made a sizzling sound, accompanied by a burning smell.

The turquoise skin on the sharp claws instantly became dull,

A low roar of pain came from deep in the fog, and the sharp claws retracted.

Soon, the screams in the purple fire gradually disappeared, and the green mist became lifeless.

As Yang Qian thought, the purple flames suddenly dispersed without a trace, and at the same time a hot breath filled the entire cabin.

I saw a human-shaped thing on the stone platform, lying there motionless, not knowing whether it was life or death.

Although this thing looks like a human, its whole body is covered with thick, thick green hairs, and a strong smell of corpse odor comes from its body.

The corpse mandrill was wrapped in thin silver chains one after another. These silver chains not only bound its hands and feet, but most of them passed through the holes in its chest and back, seeming to completely imprison it here. (End of chapter)