Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 521 Sun Xian
King Suanni's eyes were deep and he did not hide his fear. He stared at Yang Gan's disappearing back, feeling a turmoil in his heart.

As the leader of the Suanni clan and a tenth-level demon, he had just been asked by Yang Gan to have a sparring match, but he was defeated as easily as a falling leaf.

Yang Qian's power after his advancement made King Suanni feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, and he even thought that the opponent had advanced to the stage of becoming a god.

In that fierce battle, King Suanni was keenly aware of the human aura on Yang Gan, and a huge wave of emotions arose in his heart.

However, he tried his best to control his emotions and remained calm on the surface.

Today, Yang Qian's strength has surpassed that of ordinary great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, and the gap between him and King Suanni is as wide as a chasm.

Not long ago, under Yang Qian's fierce offensive, King Suanni no longer had the power to resist even a stick of incense.

This was also Yang Qian's attack on King Suanni.

After all, Yang Qian was not in the alien sea most of the time, which made King Suanni have some restless thoughts in secret.

In the face of absolute strength, any dissatisfaction seems so insignificant.

And all these arrangements are to ensure that when facing the alien King Suanyi of the Sea, he can stabilize his will and prevent him from having any dissatisfaction.

This fight undoubtedly left a deep mark on King Suanni's heart.

As for Yang Qian's human identity being revealed, it was also the result of his intentional actions.

As a Sea Clan demon cultivator with a long lifespan, King Suan Ni has endless years, more than 100,000 years. In order to appease this demon, Yang Qian specially exposed his human identity and gave King Suan Ni a glimmer of hope.

Even if Yang Qian didn't have the magical power to read minds, he could vaguely detect the subtle changes in King Suanni's heart when he left.

in the hall.

King Suanni looked uncertain.

'Human life is pitifully short compared to our demon race! Even if he advanced to the stage of divine transformation, if he did not successfully ascend, he would only be able to live for more than two thousand years at most. After he passes away, it won't be too late for me to lead the Sea Clan to dominate the outer sea of ​​stars. King Suanni secretly planned in his heart, and then his figure slowly disappeared from the palace.

From then on, some restless thoughts in King Suanni's heart were deeply buried.

In the dim light of the secret room.

Yang Qian crossed his legs with a calm expression and sat quietly. He turned over his hand and took out a small green bottle and started stroking it.

His eyes were deep, as if hiding a sea of ​​stars.

next moment.

With a bang, Yang Qian gently unscrewed the bottle cap, and a unique elixir slipped out.

It was an elixir that looked like ice crystals, with a light blue luster flowing on it, like a touch of moonlight in the cold winter, cold and mysterious. The smooth surface seems to be covered with frost, slightly shining with crystal luster.

It was the Xue Po Pills that were refined from the spiritual grass collected from the space cracks in Falling Demon Valley.

Yang Gan stared at it intently, and then swallowed it without hesitation.

At the same time, he began to try to circulate the dry blue ice flame and Shura Holy Fire in his body to refine this precious elixir.

'The True Fire of the Sun has spirituality, which cannot be strengthened by a simple Snow Po Pill, which is a pity. '

Yang Qian thought carefully in his heart and decided to use Xuepou Pills to strengthen the dry blue ice flame and Shura Holy Fire for the time being.

When the Taiyin True Fire is found in the future, then it might not be a bad idea to consider the evolution of the Sun True Fire.

Thinking like this, Yang Qian slowly closed his eyes and concentrated on condensing the two true energies of ice and fire in his body.

I saw that the surface of his skin began to change. The icy blue dry blue ice flames on the left side were intertwined with the purple Shura holy fire on the right side, like a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, the purple and blue flames finally subsided under Yang Qian's control. He slowly stopped his power and let out a long breath.

After a cup of tea.

Yang Gan's face was calm and his eyes were deep. He gently turned his palm, and a jade slip appeared in his hand.

"Seven Flame Fan" Yang Gan murmured to himself in a low voice. In the past few years, he has also returned to the spiritual world through the Gate of Heaven and Earth. Unfortunately, even in the spiritual world, he still could not find the refining All the materials needed for the Seven Flame Fan.

Therefore, he could only settle for the next best thing and decided to refine an imitation spiritual treasure in case of emergency.

Even if it is no longer needed in the future, it can be left to a beautiful woman in the human world for self-defense.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qian's consciousness slowly immersed into the jade slip.

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Tiannan.

The main hall of Luanming Sect.

The towering ancient buildings shine in the sun, with eaves like wings, horns like dragons, exquisitely carved beams, columns and painted buildings, and every stroke is full of endless charm.

Every corner of the hall exudes a majestic momentum.

Yang Gan only showed up for half a day, and after arranging some affairs in the Tiandao Alliance, he directly used the short-distance teleportation array in the mountain gate and left.

As for where they were going, no one was told, and no one dared to ask.

Two months later.

Jiayuan City of Yue State.

Yang Qian was dressed in a black robe and walking in the alleys of the city.

There were some memories in his eyes, as if he had gone back in time to more than two hundred years ago.

"Jiayuan City, the last time I came here was more than two hundred years ago." Yang Qian smiled faintly, stopped and stood on the bank of the Xianglu Grand Canal, looking into the distance with a myriad of thoughts.

Despite more than two hundred years of changes, mortal life in the secular world remains the same.

The architecture of Jiayuan City, the way people dress, and the Xianglu Grand Canal that runs through the entire Yue Kingdom are still the bustling scene of the past.

However, the lives of ordinary people in the secular world seem to have never changed.

However, it cannot be said that there are no changes.

For example, the Siping Gang, the top force in Jiayuan City more than 200 years ago, disappeared in the course of history.

Yang Gan looked at the land with a dull expression.

Just as he was immersed in memories, a commotion broke the tranquility around him.

"Don't run!" came a slightly childish voice. Immediately afterwards, a boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old was running towards this side, chasing a golden dog.

"You big dog, you stole my food!" The boy shouted breathlessly. Although his clothes were a little shabby, he was still clean and tidy.

The young man was chasing a big yellow dog. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Yang Gan. At that moment, he seemed to be stunned.

Yang Qian keenly caught the strangeness of the young man, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

He saw clues in the young man's eyes. The young man seemed to have seen his appearance before.

"You seem to recognize me? What's your name?" Yang Qian stood with his hands behind his hands and asked the young man calmly, but the people around him turned a blind eye to it, as if they couldn't hear the words at all.

When Yang Qian asked the question, the young man was so shocked that his heart beat faster. After hesitating for a moment, he seemed to notice something strange in the surrounding environment.

"My name is Sun Xian." He replied hesitantly, his face flushed with nervousness, "I found a hidden box in an old house of my family, and there was a portrait inside. According to the inscription on the portrait, this is It was left behind by the ancestor of Ergou of the Sun family."

"Sun Ergou?" Yang Qian's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he sighed, "It turns out that you are the descendant of Sun Ergou."

Yang Qian did not intend to delve into how Sun Ergou found the painter and left his portrait.

More than two hundred years have passed, things have changed, and even the Siping Gang no longer exists. What else is worth caring about.

"Huh?" Yang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. He sensed through his spiritual consciousness that the Sun Xian in front of him actually had the qualifications of five spiritual roots and the spiritual roots of all five elements.

Although it is possible to practice in theory, in reality it is difficult to reach the high level of Qi refining stage in a lifetime, let alone build a foundation.

Although Sun Xian didn't know why Yang Qian's expression changed so much, he remembered what he had experienced in the past few years and suddenly fell to his knees, kowtowed three times, and begged: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

Bang bang bang!
Sun Ergou was unmoved when he saw Yang Qian, and kept kowtowing his head. His forehead was covered with blood.

Yang Qian stared at Sun Xian who was kneeling on the ground expressionlessly, his thoughts seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to more than two hundred years ago.

After a long time, Yang Qian was about to refuse, but a thought suddenly flashed across his mind, and he said calmly: "It is absolutely impossible to accept you as a disciple. However, our sect has just been established, and we still need young disciples to help with chores. "

"From today on, you are a handyman disciple under my sect."

When Sun Xian heard this, his surprise was palpable. Without getting up, he immediately kowtowed three times again: "This disciple will dedicate himself to the sect until death!"

Yang Qian didn't respond, he just walked around minding his own business.

He caught a glimpse of Sun Xian's pious look, and couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

Recalling the time when he was struggling to find the way to cultivate immortality, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

With the help of the name of that sect, he has indeed benefited a lot, and now he has fulfilled his own wish by continuing this inheritance.

With this thought in his mind, Yang Qian had a faint smile on his lips.

Sun Xian followed Yang Qian, feeling very excited. When he saw that Yang Qian seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, he gritted his teeth and couldn't help but ask:

"Senior, may I ask which sect this boy joins?"

"Xuanjianmen!"

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Half a year later.

A convoy of more than thirty people was traveling on the endless prairie.

There were not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but the leather-clad men on horseback gathered nearby were all young and energetic, and some of them were even just children of eleven or twelve years old.

At the front of the motorcade was an old man in gorgeous clothes and riding a yellow horse.

This old man wears a flaming fox fur hat, has knife-like wrinkles on his forehead, and wears a three-color brocade belt around his waist that represents his identity.

This is the mark of a first-rate novel.

This place is already in the middle of Tianlan Grassland. They are a team of outbursts going to the temple to pay tribute, and only a hundred miles away is the largest river on the grassland, the mother river of Tianlan Grassland. ——"Tianshui River".

Apparently, they chose to travel near here to ensure an adequate supply of water.

Since the Tutu people successfully occupied the territory that originally belonged to the Mulan people decades ago, their power has been at the height of their power, and no force in the entire grassland can match them.

This has significantly improved the quality of life of various tribes.

Although the "Heron Tribe" where the old man belongs is just a miniature tribe of the Tuwu tribe, with only 70,000 to 80,000 people, after the unification of Tianlan Grassland, it also gained a large territory, which was twice the size of the previous territory. Times as much.

The old man's name is Yingjiu. He was extremely brave in battle when he was young. He defeated several small Mulan tribes in a holy war and even captured many nobles alive, which is why he achieved his current status.

However, time flies by, and the bravery he once had can no longer withstand the erosion of time. Years of hard work have made Yingying even though he is only over fifty years old, his body has already shown signs of aging.

It was now noon. The old Yingjiu looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the young children in the motorcade behind him, and sighed.

"What on earth is going on? It's obviously almost the time to pay tribute to the temple, so why are the Immortal Masters patrolling the sky so frequently? Is there anything unusual happening on the grassland??" Yingjiu lowered his voice. He whispered to himself, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Doubts arose in Ying Jiu's heart, and there was an elusive depth in his eyes. He looked up at the vast sky, and the long white clouds were reflected in his pupils. However, after a long time, the mysterious escaping light was not as usual. Across the sky.

Seeing this, Ying Jiu frowned, and the doubts in his heart became even more intense. He lowered his head, but he was puzzled.

After thinking for a while, Yingjiu shook his head and relaxed his brows.

"Coyote, take a few people to the back of the motorcade to assist Lin Tong and the others and speed up the carriage as much as possible." Yingjiu suddenly spoke and gave instructions to the young man on the horse next to him. His voice was steady and powerful, full of the majesty of the tribe leader. .

"Yes! Patriarch!"

A young man with a strong body and a formidable face in the convoy was startled when he heard the words, but hurriedly agreed, then summoned the other three people and rode towards the rear of the convoy.

Ying Jiu looked at the tall young man's leaving figure and sighed silently, thinking a lot.

It stands to reason that no matter how big or small a tribe is, it must enshrine certain immortal masters. Otherwise, if it encounters a natural disaster or encounters a monster, ordinary mortals will not be able to resist it.

But a small tribe like theirs cannot recruit any immortal master at all. Even the lowest level immortal master is unwilling to enter such a small tribe.

After all, for immortal masters, the bigger and richer the tribe they join is the best, so that sufficient resources can be provided for their cultivation.

Some small tribes can still have some low-level immortal masters, but these immortal masters themselves are from these tribes, or their own qualifications and cultivation qualifications are poor, and the larger tribes are not willing to worship them, so they have no choice but to stay.

The Heron Tribe where the old man is located has actually not had the opportunity to train the immortal masters of its own tribe. Therefore, in recent years, if something happened, it could only pay a lot of money to hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes to help.

However, these immortal masters also charge extremely high prices, and a few attempts will cost the entire tribe a little half of a year's income, which makes the Heron tribe, which is already not wealthy, even worse.

Fortunately, the spiritual opening day, which comes every twenty years, is finally coming.

(End of this chapter)