Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

the other side.

Somewhere in Kunwu Mountain, the Ziwei Seven Star Formation was set up. There were constant roaring and exploding sounds in the formation, and it was time to break the formation.

Seven purple light pillars shot up into the sky in the endless purple mist. Low thunder sounds were heard from above. Thick electric arcs popped out from the surface of the light pillars one after another and hit various places in the magic circle.

The fog was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, and from time to time there were disturbing sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Yang Qian was surrounded by golden light, and he slowly approached one of the light pillars with an unchanged expression. The purple mist around him transformed into giant pythons as thick as bowls. Once they approached his body, they were immediately surrounded by the golden light and cut into several pieces, and then dissipated into mist again.

But seeing this situation, Yang Qian's expression did not change at all, because more purple pythons immediately emerged from the purple mist and pounced towards him.

However, he didn't care about the silver-white arcs of electricity that struck overhead from time to time, no matter how thick they were.

Whenever the silver arcs were about to hit his body, Yang Qian would wave his hand covered with golden arcs into the air, and all the arcs would be immediately drawn to the side, without having any power at all.

Suddenly, two barely audible buzzing sounds were heard behind him. Yang Qian frowned, and without looking back, he flicked his hand back. Two slender golden arcs shot out. After two thunderclaps, a burnt smell followed.

Yang Qian then turned his head to take a look, and saw two huge peaks as big as fists, completely black, falling straight down from a low altitude.

These giant beasts not only have amazing sizes, but are also covered with bright yellow markings. The poisonous stingers on their backs are three inches long, which makes people shudder at the sight of them.

However, Yang Qian killed at least thirty or forty of these spiritual insects in the fog. Except for the first few that were strangled by his flying sword, the rest were all killed by his evil-repelling divine thunder.

As for the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, Yang Qian did not use it directly for the time being. This kind of monster was not enough to force him to use his full strength.

After all, although there were a lot of bees in number, they had no ability to resist the evil-repelling divine thunder and were almost killed instantly by it.

It didn't seem like Yang Qian's divine thunder had been consumed much.

In addition to this fist-sized giant peak, there were also several strange blood-red bats in the purple mist that attacked Yang Qian. Except for the color, these bats looked no different from ordinary bats.

However, after using the flying sword to slash at the bat, the sword light failed to kill the bat. It was only after the flying sword itself slashed and paused that it was able to split the bat's body.

This made Yang Qian quite surprised.

You know, his flying sword has become extremely sharp since it was mixed with many rare materials such as Geng Jing. Even inferior flying swords can cut through grass and trees like this, but it is a bit difficult to kill this bat. This shows how hard these bats' bodies are.

Both the giant bee and the blood bat are the most common spiritual insects and beasts in the world of immortal cultivation. However, they have been bred to be so difficult to deal with, which shows how much effort has been spent on them.

But now, in order to cooperate with the formation, they are placed here without anyone to operate them, so that the power of these giant bees and blood bats cannot be exerted even half.

It seems that the Ye family cultivator in front really spent a lot of money to delay time.

While thinking in his mind, Yang Qian was only ten feet away from the purple light column in front of him. It seemed that he could destroy the light column with just a few steps.

But at this moment, the giant purple bamboo that had disappeared since he entered the formation suddenly appeared around the light column, and then quickly expanded to the surroundings after a blur, and in a blink of an eye, Yang Qian was surrounded by dense bamboo shadows.

The beam of light that was originally very close suddenly turned into green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

There were actually illusion restrictions near these light pillars. Yang Qian was stunned at first, then he smiled lightly with the corner of his mouth curled up.

As long as it is not the top-level illusion technique from ancient times that he had encountered once before, no ordinary illusion restriction could trap him.

Without even thinking, Yang Qian's pupils flashed blue light, and in an instant all the purple bamboos in front of his eyes turned into phantoms, and the light column reappeared in its original position.

With a flick of his sleeves, sword light shot out, and after circling in the air, it suddenly turned into a giant sword with a clear sound. With a flash of light, a very thick sword light slashed at the root of the light column.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the light column disappeared instantly after the root was destroyed.

Almost at the same time, the purple mist bamboo forest around Yang Qian, whether it was an illusion or a real restriction, all disappeared with him as the center, leaving a large open space of a hundred feet wide, revealing pieces of white jade bricks on the ground.

Yang Qian glanced down, his eyebrows raised inadvertently, then he looked up at the place in the distance that was still shrouded in purple mist.

He saw that of the remaining six beams of light, only three were left, and he didn't know who had destroyed the other two before him.

Yang Qian was silent for a while. He had no intention of destroying the other light pillars. Instead, he took out a spirit stone and sat cross-legged.

Taking this opportunity, he should think carefully about how to deal with the appearance of the Saint Ancestor of the Demon Realm.

Especially the two magical treasures
While Yang Qian was recovering his magic power, his eyes flickered as he thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Qian suddenly reached for the storage ring on his waist with one hand, and suddenly a blue rectangular object appeared in his hand. It was the shrunken crystal stele that he had found in the Kunwu Mountain stele.

Heavenly Crystal Monument!
Even with Yang Qian's powerful spiritual sense, he stared at the stone tablet for a long time but did not discover the object hidden inside.

If he was not familiar with the original plot, if it were someone else, without a treasure-hunting beast like the Earth Armor Dragon, they would never have discovered this thing.

And this Sky Crystal Monument itself is quite strange. It clearly looks as if it is made of some unknown refined stone, but it is extremely heavy before spiritual power is injected into it.

But once spiritual power is injected into it, it immediately becomes light and airy as if nothing exists.

"This thing can be put to good use."

Yang Qian weighed the crystal stele twice with one hand, then touched his chin. A light flashed on his hand, and then he put it away.

At this moment, almost one after the other, two sounds came from the distant magic circle, and two more light beams were destroyed.

The last remaining beam of light dimmed and disappeared on its own, without Yang Qian and others even having to go and destroy it.

In this way, this miraculous formation was finally broken by their joint efforts.

After all the purple mist phantoms disappeared, the figures of the others all appeared, but immediately the furious voice of the old demon Qian was heard in the air:

"Where are the four guys from the Poison Saint Sect? They actually knew this formation and sneaked through it and escaped!"

When Yang Qian took a quick look, he found that the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect had indeed disappeared.

"Hmph! It's not just them, that villain Zheng Wei is missing too! I said he was instigating a few of us to come in together, and it turns out he had been planning something evil from the beginning." The Nascent Soul stage man started cursing with an angry look on his face.

"No wonder these people suddenly left us and walked away. Look ahead." Bai Yaoyi sighed and pointed her jade finger forward.

Only then did the others realize that at one end of the square where they were sitting, there were more than a dozen stone steps leading to different directions.

"It seems that these people think that as long as they don't choose the same path as the monks in front, or after the other party separates their manpower, they can handle it independently. That's why they slip away alone, maybe they want to monopolize something!" The old man surnamed Fu said with a frown.

"Hmph, that's good. I have long wanted to act alone. I will kill anyone who dares to stop me from taking the treasure." Old Demon Qian quickly regained his composure.

Then the five white shadows flashed and stopped in front of each jade tablet two or three times, and looked at all the stone tablets.

Then, without hesitation, five white shadows gathered together and flew towards the stone steps marked with Kunwu Temple.

Seeing this scene, the big man and others' faces changed slightly, and then the four of them gathered together and whispered.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Fu's voice also rang in Yang Qian's ears:
"It seems that after this formation is broken, our united forces have also collapsed. I wonder what your plans are next, Brother Yang?"

Yang Qian glanced at the old man not far away, and after a slight pause, he also transmitted a message with his lips slightly moving.

"There are so many places leading to here, and Yang is planning to act alone. As long as we don't choose those places that are particularly eye-catching, there shouldn't be any danger."

"So that's how it is! Brother Yang has extraordinary magical powers, so I don't think there will be any danger! But I dare not act alone. If I am secretly attacked by a lion-like beast as powerful as the Silver-Winged Yaksha, I will not be able to protect myself. I'd better choose the same stone step as Fellow Daoist Bai. Whether we can gain anything depends on our respective chances." The old man surnamed Fu was silent for a moment, then replied with a wry smile.

The elder of the Jiuyou Sect did not seem to have any complaints.

After all, with so many people treasure hunting, it is not suitable for many people to search in the same place. Otherwise, if some rare treasures really appear, a scramble is inevitable.

However, Yang Qian's magical powers were obviously much higher than his and Bai Yaoyi's, and were even much stronger than ordinary late-stage great cultivators. It would be better for them to act separately here.

"Friend Fu, Brother Yang! We are leaving now." It seemed that they had finished discussing over there. The big man immediately greeted this side, and then they made a circle in groups of two in front of several stone tablets, and then split into two groups and flew towards two of the stone steps.

Soon after, their figures disappeared into the spiritual mist in the distance.

At this time, the old man surnamed Fu had finished communicating secretly with Bai Yaoyi. After saying goodbye to Yang Qian, the two of them chose a stone staircase that no one had ever been on and couldn't wait to use the light body technique to leave.

In the huge square, in a moment, Yang Qian was the only one left.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Yang Qian showed a sneer on his face and glanced at the stone tablets.

Apart from the places that the previous groups of people passed by and the "Kunwu Temple" and "Demon Suppression Tower" which are obviously important places in Kunwu Mountain, the rest are ambiguous and difficult to judge.

"Huiming Pavilion, Xiangyun Hall, and Gouyutan Memorial Hall!" Yang Qian's gaze paused and stopped on a certain stone tablet.

Ordinary cultivators who enter this place all think that places like Kunwu Palace and Lingbao Pavilion are more likely to find treasures.

Little did people know that the most precious treasure in Kunwu Mountain was not some magical treasure, but the Taiyin True Fire in the casting hall!
This fire is one of the three rare true spirit fires in the world, and is as famous as the Sun True Fire that Yang Qian obtained from the Fire Prison before! In the timeline of the original work, the two flames merged, and then devoured the Devouring Flame and other heaven and earth spirit fires of the spirit world spirit race, and its power is immeasurable!
This is Yang Qian’s real purpose in coming to Kunwu Mountain. Compared with the Taiyin True Fire, all the magical treasures like the “Eight Spirit Ruler” and “Black Wind Flag” are not worth mentioning at all.

Yang Qian was thinking in his mind, looking around expressionlessly, then he walked up the stone steps behind the stone tablet and went up the mountain.

Not long after Yang Qian disappeared, lightning flashed in the center of the square, and two monsters, the ugly woman surnamed Gui and the lion beast, appeared at the same time in the light.

"The Thunder Escape Technique can only be used to this extent. If you move forward, you will trigger the restriction in the air." The lion beast retracted its brilliance, turned its head to look at the stone steps leading to the Kunwu Palace, and said slowly.

"The residual spiritual energy here is very strong. It seems that those human monks have just broken those magic arrays." The ugly woman surnamed Gui also said with her hands on her waist.

At this moment, the lion beast suddenly roared twice, then spread its wings, flew to a low altitude, circled over several stone tablets several times, and then flew back.

"People have been to these places!" The lion beast analyzed coldly after taking a look.

"Fellow Daoist Lion-Beast, your sense of smell is really sensitive! This is perfect. If those human cultivators act separately, it will be easier for me to snatch the natal token. However, if the cultivators who break into Kunwu Palace do not have strong magical powers, I am afraid they will not be able to break the restrictions of this palace." The ugly woman first praised the lion-beast, then frowned and became worried again.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter! If these humans can't do it, I will lend them a helping hand in secret. As long as we don't touch those restrictions that restrain us, we are confident that we can break the rest." The lion beast said confidently.

"In that case, let's go. Let's first see who the monks are who are walking on this stone staircase. Fellow Daoist Shiqin, your escape technique is the most advanced. Please help us cover our figures." The ugly woman said carelessly.

"Got it." The lion beast agreed nonchalantly.

Then the two wings behind him shook lightly, and a ray of light rushed out from above, sweeping them up at the same time. Then there was a flash of light, and the two monsters disappeared.

At this moment, Yang Qian tiptoed and his figure swayed several feet away as if nothing. After turning a few corners, the White Jade Square had disappeared without a trace.

There were some tall spiritual trees on both sides of the stone steps, some of which Yang Qian was familiar with, and some of which he had never seen before.

He looked at it with some interest.

These trees have been growing on Kunwu Mountain for who knows how many thousands of years. Even the ordinary spiritual trees have now become excellent materials for refining weapons.

However, Yang Qian naturally would not slow down for these things.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the view in front of me suddenly became bright, and I finally saw a large group of buildings in the distance.

"We have arrived at the Soul Casting Hall!"

Yang Qian showed a hint of joy on his face, and immediately quickened his pace. In the blink of an eye, he reached the end of the stone steps, but then he stopped with a change of expression.

Because there was a layer of white misty light curtain in front of him, and looking through the light curtain, he could see a huge green wall behind him, which was six or seven feet high, completely covering the back.

But facing the stone steps, there is a tall stele tower, and you can faintly see a large number of buildings behind the wall. On the conspicuous top of the stele tower, the three characters "Zhuling Hall" are written in silver powder.

Yang Qian's gaze slowly moved around. The broad curtain of light was like an invisible giant wall, tightly covering the entire manor-like spirit casting hall.

Obviously, there are no shortcuts here.

Connecting things with the original novel, he couldn't help but secretly guess that the ancient monk who sealed the mountain back then must have activated all the restrictions before leaving, protecting everything here strictly.

Perhaps, they still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts, hoping to return to this mountain one day.

Although he was thinking this indifferently, Yang Qian's actions did not show any hesitation.

He had a blank expression on his face, and he shook his sleeves violently. A bright golden light flew out like an arrow from a bow, fiercely striking the light curtain.

"Zila——" a crisp sound echoed in the air, and the flying sword transformed by golden light, with its sharp edge, slashed into the light curtain, penetrating about a foot deep.

However, even so, it still could not completely penetrate the light curtain that seemed fragile but was actually extremely tough, and finally it could only stop helplessly.

Immediately, white light shone from the broken light curtain, as if an invisible force was trying to heal the crack.

Yang Qian frowned, raised his hand and lightly tapped the flying sword in the light curtain.

The flying sword immediately flew back as if summoned, and the light curtain that it had previously split open closed again in an instant.

Yang Qian looked at the light curtain that was about ten feet thick and couldn't help but estimate it in his mind.

Even if he used the powerful giant sword technique to attack, it would probably not be effective.

Although it is possible to use the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder to break the light curtain in one fell swoop, it would be too wasteful.

After all, if a barrier-type restriction like this cannot be destroyed in one blow, it can be restored to its original state almost instantly.

Of course, if he has patience, he can also release gold-eating bugs to slowly devour the spiritual power on the light curtain. It will probably take a few days to break this restriction.

But how could Yang Qian have so much time to wait?

After just a brief calculation, he immediately made a decision in his mind. He suddenly flicked the storage spiritual ring on his waist with one hand, and a fist-sized ball of light instantly shot out. Then, after circling in the air, it revealed a feather fan of ancient style. On the surface of the fan, gold, silver and red spiritual light intertwined, flashing continuously, dazzling.

Yang Qian waved his hand in the air, and the feather fan made a clear phoenix cry and flew gracefully into his hand.

It is the replica of the Tongtian Lingbao Seven Flame Fan - the Three Flame Fan!

The next moment, Yang Qian narrowed his eyes, stared at the Three Flame Fan, and rubbed his hands together without hesitation. The feather fan suddenly emitted a thousand-foot-long light and instantly turned into several feet in size.

Yang Qian held the fan in one hand, staring coldly at the light curtain in front of him, and slightly shook the precious fan in his hand.

With a "puff" sound, as he deliberately controlled the magic power in his body, a three-colored flame also gushed out from the fan, but this time the fire did not turn into a fire phoenix, but sprayed directly onto the light curtain.

As a result, the moment the flame touched the light curtain, it melted and disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the spring sun melting snow.

In the blink of an eye, a huge hole appeared on the light curtain.

There was a sharp gleam in Yang Qian's eyes, and he gently retracted the Three-Flame Fan in his hand. The next moment, his figure turned into a gorgeous purple rainbow, penetrating the light curtain in front of him without any hindrance.

The purple rainbow dissipated, and Yang Qian's figure appeared in front of the stele building. He tilted his head slightly and his eyes focused.

In just a moment, the light curtain began to close again.

"The restrictions here are quite mysterious."

Yang Qian curled his lips into a slight smile. This restriction might be a difficult problem for ordinary cultivators, but for him, it was just child's play.

Thinking of this, he checked the magic power in his body and found that because he only used a small half of the power of the feather fan, the magic power loss was less than 10%.

"If I were only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul like Han Li in the original novel, I would probably use up all my mana in just two or three hits."

Yang Qian shook his head, turned around, and strode towards the bell tower behind the stone wall.

The pavilions in front are all of the same style, they are all two-story buildings with a height of more than ten feet.

Yang Qian walked into a room near the entrance and found that it was empty. There was almost nothing inside except some tables and chairs. It seemed to be a place for people to rest.

It seems that even if there were some personal belongings inside, they had already been cleaned up when the ancient monks evacuated.

Although he had expected it and knew that this was how the original book described it, Yang Qian still sighed inwardly.

As such, he no longer had much hope for the other pavilions, and estimated that only the place where the Taiyin True Fire was located could yield some results.

As expected, after visiting several other similar attics, Yang Qian also found nothing.

The other stone houses below, which looked like warehouses, were still empty.

Whether it was the stone shelves or the huge metal boxes, they were all empty, not even a trace of refining materials could be seen. This made Yang Qian, who had almost turned a small area, feel very depressed.

When Yang Qian walked out of the last stone house, he appeared in front of a stone palace.

This stone palace does not seem to be grand, occupying only a space of over a hundred feet, but the entire thing is red in color, as if a burning flame is jumping on the surface of the stone palace, emitting a hot breath.

"Hualing Palace!"

Yang Qian stared at the fiery red plaque hanging on the palace door, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Even though he was just standing outside the stone hall, the hot breath blowing in his face had already made Yang Qian feel its extraordinaryness.

This is it!
He had an idea in his mind, and then he put his hands behind his back and stepped resolutely into the hall.

However, just as Yang Qian stepped into the palace gate, he suddenly heard a deafening roar of thunder in his ears, as if countless thunders were exploding in his ears, making his ears slightly buzzing.

Yang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, not surprised but happy, and he quickly looked inside the hall. (End of this chapter)