Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Yang Qian glanced coldly and sneered. How could he listen to the other party's words and actions? This was obviously the counterattack of the five demons in the original book.

Just as Yang Qian expected.

The five black skulls suddenly stopped shrieking, turned around and pounced at the same time, biting the Yuanying of old demon Qian again.

But this time, these skulls didn't just bite, but chewed loudly in their mouths, and were about to devour the old demon's Nascent Soul.

"The devil is striking back!" The ugly woman Gui Ling was startled and immediately understood what had happened.

It was obvious that it was because the old magic power was greatly damaged and his magical powers were restrained at this moment. The five demons who had been obedient at first finally became ferocious and let their spirits turn against their master.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, this..." Gui Ling hesitated and looked at Yang Qian. She now followed Yang Qian's orders.

But how could Yang Qian let the old demon's Nascent Soul be devoured like this? Without thinking too much, he quickly clapped the Pingshan Seal in his hand.

A clear sound came from the seal, and countless golden threads burst out from the rosy glow outside, wrapping around the skulls tightly and forcibly pulling them away from the Nascent Soul's body.

These skulls are biting their mouths wildly, looking extremely crazy, which makes people secretly frightened!
Yang Qian did not look at these black skulls for long, but instead looked carefully at the old demon's Nascent Soul and smiled faintly.

Although within a short while, the body of the Nascent Soul shrank by half and became dying, it did not matter to him as long as his consciousness did not dissipate and disappear. Moreover, this way, it would be easier for him to perform the soul-searching technique.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qian grabbed the Yin Luo Banner next to the Nascent Soul with one hand, took a quick look at it, and then put it into the storage magic ring.

Then he glanced at a place in the distance.

The humanoid puppet shook, and after a few flashes, it picked up a black leather bag from a distance, flew back, and handed it to Yang Qian.

This was naturally the storage bag of Demon Qian, which fell out when the Blood Demon Pearl exploded.

Yang Qian did not rush to explore inside, but turned his head to the ugly woman Gui Ling and said,
"Fellow Daoist Gui, you take care of these five demons for now. I will go and deal with this Nascent Soul first."

He didn't want someone to watch him while he was extracting souls.

"Just go ahead, fellow Daoist. Leave this to me." Gui Ling said calmly. He opened his mouth and spurted out a large amount of black and white air, covering the skull and five skeletons.

Took over Yang Qian's ban.

Yang Qian nodded, and reached out his hand to grab at the empty space in the rosy glow. A huge purple hand emerged and grabbed the blood-red Nascent Soul and the five skulls in its hand.

A purple rainbow flew away and disappeared into the Arctic Yuan Light not far away.

The humanoid puppet just stayed there obediently without moving.

When Gui Ling saw that Yang Qian had disappeared, he looked at the puppet again and again. After a long while, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes when Yang Qian summoned this thing, it would have been hard for her to believe that the person in front of her was actually a puppet.

Time passed little by little. After a quarter of an hour, there was a shake in the North Pole Yuan Light, and Yang Qian walked out from the separated silver light threads with no expression on his face. However, the Yuanying of the old demon Qian had disappeared without a trace.

Gui Ling was not surprised. When Yang Qian approached, he pointed at the five trapped skeletons and asked:
"How do we deal with the true bodies of these five demons? As far as I know, once these demons are created, it is difficult to completely eliminate them from this world unless they are slowly refined with the Yang Fire."

"Refine? There's no need to do that. I have another use for these five demons. Let's seal them up for now." Yang Qian pondered for a moment and said calmly.

The reason why he kept the Nascent Soul of Demon Qian and searched his soul was to find many methods of refining the Five Demons in his Nascent Soul. He actually found some information, so naturally he had to keep the five demons in front of him.

"Okay, that's up to you, fellow Daoist." Gui Ling was a little surprised, but agreed readily.

Yang Qian flicked his sleeves and densely packed talismans flew out. In the blink of an eye, they covered the skeletons and black skulls, wrapping them into light balls of different colors.

Rubbing his hands together, he flicked his fingers together, and golden arcs were shot out. On the way, they exploded into slender golden threads, which were wrapped around the ball of light layer by layer.

When Gui Ling saw this scene, he was a little surprised.

With the golden light flashing, ten huge golden balls appeared before their eyes.

Yang made hand gestures and more than ten spells hit the golden balls, causing them to shrink rapidly with flashing light.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball the size of a fist.

Looking at these golden beads, Yang Qian frowned and thought for a while, then opened his mouth again, and a ball of something flashing seven-colored Buddha light spurted out.

And in the Buddha's light, there was a treasure that looked like a bubble. It was the Vajra Shield that Yang Qian had been cultivating in his body.

Yang Qian pointed at the object slightly with one hand, and a seven-colored light rolled down, sucking the golden beads into the cover.

With this Buddhist treasure and the evil-repelling divine thunder suppressing them, no matter how ferocious these demons are, they will never be able to escape. What's more, Yang Qian already has the experience of refining the Five Concentric Demons.

Yang Qian then took out a jade box from the storage ring and put the Vajra Cover into it.

Gui Ling looked at Yang Qian’s storage spirit ring in surprise, then silently withdrew his gaze.

This kind of treasure is almost impossible to find in the human world. Gui Ling had only seen storage spirit rings in the hands of very few high-level ancient monks in the ancient times.

After silently recalling the plot of the original novel in his mind, Yang Qian raised his head calmly.

"Let's go! Fellow Daoist, do you know what secrets this mountain has? Let's hide here for a few days and wait until the crack in the seal returns to normal before going out." Yang Qian looked in the direction of the temple gate and said to Chong Guiling with half-closed eyes.

"As for a secret place, I do know of one. I discovered it by accident, and no one else knows about it." Gui Ling was cheered up upon hearing this and replied without hesitation.

"Oh! It's great to have such a place. Let's go! If we run into my enemies later, don't fight too long and just get rid of them quickly." Yang Qian nodded and put away the puppet.

The two of them rode on their light and flew towards the palace gate.

With their cultivation level, they reached the edge of the North Pole Yuanguang in the blink of an eye. The no-fly restriction took effect again. In order not to waste more mana, the two had to lower their escape light and use the light body technique.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense from afar, it seemed that there was no one guarding outside the North Pole Yuanguang.

Yang Qian glanced around and called out to Gui Ling. He held the Pingshan Seal in one hand and the Three Flame Fan in the other, and walked out of the Beiji Yuanguang calmly.

After looking around again with a vigilant look to make sure that no one had set an ambush, Yang Qian slowly walked out of Kunwu Palace.

It was still quiet outside, but all this made Yang Qian narrow his eyes slightly.

On the large square outside, apart from the two rows of fallen golden magnetic wood on both sides, there were potholes and rubble everywhere, as if there had been an extremely fierce battle, and there seemed to be more than just two or three people fighting.

Gui Ling came out from the back and was also stunned when he saw the situation outside.

"What's going on? Are those people fighting among themselves?" Gui Ling was a little puzzled.

Yang Qian touched his chin and said in a steady voice: "That's not necessarily true. Maybe they just happened to run into the first group of cultivators."

"That's right. When the first group of people broke the mountain ban, I followed them from a distance and saw that there were about six or seven people, but there were two of them whose cultivation was not inferior to mine." Gui Ling sighed and recalled the situation not long ago.

"Oh? The people whom Fellow Daoist Gui met should be the people from the Ye family, the royal family of the Great Jin Dynasty. They have quite big ambitions." Yang Qian chuckled twice, which seemed to have some inexplicable meaning.

Gui Ling frowned, as if trying to recall: "Ye family? Royal family? I have never set foot outside of Kunwu Mountain, so I don't know much about these things."

Yang Qian nodded when he heard this, his eyes flickered a few times, and he said with a hint of hesitation:

"Oh? Then let's go! With these people's cultivation, it may not be difficult to defeat the opponent. But if we want to completely kill the opponent, it will not be easy. Most likely, they have chased to other places."

"I guess the Ye family should have already reached the Demon Suppression Tower."

His thoughts raced through the book as he reviewed the plot in the original novel. He shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Qian made a decision immediately.

"How about this, Fellow Daoist Gui! Let's go to the secret place you mentioned first, and don't worry about other people. In a few days, who knows how many cultivators will rush in!" Yang Qian smiled faintly and took the lead to float down to the stone platform.

Gui Ling gave a bitter smile and had no choice but to follow Yang Qian down.

Along the way, one can vaguely see many traces of fighting, sword marks, and charred wood everywhere.

These monks really did chase them all the way out.

"This is……"

A huge gully suddenly appeared in front of him. Yang Qian took a few steps forward, stood at the edge and looked at it for a few seconds, then frowned.

The huge ditch must have been caused by some kind of sword or other treasure, which actually cut the entire stone staircase in two, making it more than a hundred feet long and more than thirty feet deep.

It's really frightening to see!
At the very least, the magic weapons of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators cannot achieve this.

"It seems that these cultivators are really angry and have even used such powerful magical powers. The fight may be much more intense than expected." Yin Yue's voice came into Yang Qian's mind.

"Maybe!" Yang Qian said indifferently. Looking at the trace, his eyes flashed slightly. Then he touched the ground with his toes and floated directly across the huge ditch.

Gui Ling followed closely.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Yang Qian's expression changed. He turned to look at a huge rock on the side, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Which Taoist friend is there? You may come out now!" Yang Qian's face darkened and he shouted sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of black gas shot out from behind the boulder, vaguely wrapping up a person.

"what!"

Yang Qian was a little surprised, but how could he let the other party slip away under his nose.

Anyway, it seems that all the monks in this mountain are his rivals, so there is no need to be polite. Moreover, with his supernatural powers, he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.

There was a thunder behind him, and Yang Qianren suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The next moment, with the appearance of a silver arc, Yang Qian appeared in front of the black air.

Floating in the air without moving, he pressed the air forward with one hand.

With a "sizzle" sound, a huge hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed something from below.

Yuanying was so frightened that black energy rose from his body and he was about to teleport away.

This was also because he was seriously injured in a previous fight with someone. Otherwise, he would have used teleportation to escape at the beginning.

After killing the Nascent Soul of cultivators so many times, Yang Qian had already become extremely skilled in how to trap the Nascent Soul.

As soon as the other party cast the spell, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips.

Thunder roared, and the five fingers of the purple giant hand flashed with golden light. Five thick golden arcs suddenly shot out and exploded in an instant. A large golden net covered everything below.

Almost at the same time, the figure of Yuanying blurred and crashed into the evil-repelling divine thunder.

With a loud "bang", the golden arc bounced and exploded, dispersing most of the Nascent Soul's protective black energy.

Yuanying's body also swayed and became shaky.

In this situation, the purple big hand grabbed the Nascent Soul firmly in its hand with lightning speed and flew back to Yang Qian.

Yang Qian took a quick look at the Nascent Soul, smiled slightly in the other's frightened eyes, then turned into a purple rainbow and shot down, returning to the ground.

The big hand imprisoned the Nascent Soul and flew down and landed next to Yang Qian.

"Is it this person?" Gui Ling also glanced at this Nascent Soul and showed a slightly surprised expression.

Although it has no body, the features of this Nascent Soul clearly belong to one of the two black-shirted elders from the Yinluo Sect.

No one knew who had harmed this person, and only his Nascent Soul escaped and hid behind the huge rock.

"What do you want, Brother Yang? I have no grudge against you, and I have never been involved in your affairs!" The Nascent Soul's face turned pale, and after the big hand loosened its restraints and he was able to speak, he immediately begged for mercy in a low voice.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, why are you panicking? When did Yang say he would take action against you? Now I want to ask you, what happened outside? Who are the people from your Yinluo Sect fighting with, and why are you not guarding outside the temple?" Yang Qian asked calmly without changing his expression.

Seeing Yang Qian's friendly expression, Yuan Ying felt a little relieved, and hurriedly replied without daring to offend him:

"Not long after you came in, the Ye family cultivators suddenly arrived. The Ye family's great elder was among them. When he saw us, he immediately attacked us. We had no choice but to fight back in a hurry. The Ye family's great elder and his men did not pursue us relentlessly, so we were able to barely escape with our lives. But at this moment, the Demon Suppression Tower suddenly shook, and then most of the mountain there suddenly collapsed. It seemed that the entire giant tower sank into the belly of the mountain, and..." At this point, the voice of the Nascent Soul was slightly delayed, but when Yang Qian's eyes sank, he felt a chill in his heart and immediately opened his mouth to continue:
"And a piece of precious light shot out from the Demon Suppression Tower, accompanied by amazing Buddhist chanting. The sound was so loud that even we could hear it clearly. Then someone shouted "Tian Lingbao", and everyone ignored everything else and fled towards the Demon Suppression Tower. As for me, I stayed behind to inform the Great Elder about this matter."

"Tongtian Lingbao! Is this treasure really born? How was your body destroyed?" Yang Qian touched his chin and estimated the timeline in the original book.

“I don’t know whether it is a magical treasure or not. But that vision is definitely not something that an ordinary treasure can have. And since the great elder of the Ye family and other late-stage cultivators all went there without delay, it should not be fake. As for my body, it was ambushed by this guy Sisan Zhenren! This thief sneaked up near me without me noticing, and suddenly slashed me with a blood-red long knife. As a result, all the blood and essence in my body was immediately absorbed by the knife. That magic knife is too scary! If I hadn’t decisively given up my body and teleported away immediately, I’m afraid even the Nascent Soul would not be able to avoid it.” The Nascent Soul said gritting his teeth.

"What kind of knife can be so powerful?" Yang Qian raised his eyebrows and asked with a puzzled look, but the words 'Demon Dragon Blade' flashed through his mind.

"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen this kind of treasure. However, apart from the color, the appearance of this blood knife seems to be 70% similar to the legendary Demon Dragon Blade! And the power seems to be somewhat similar. But if it is really the Demon Dragon Blade, how can I have a chance to escape." After Yuanying opened and closed his mouth silently twice, he replied uncertainly.

Demonic Dragon Blade!
Gui Ling's face changed when he heard this.

This kind of magic blade can only be refined with the magic marrow diamond. Its name is so great that anyone who hears it will be shocked. It has been famous since ancient times.

It is said that this treasure has the ability to absorb the blood, flesh, essence, and spirit of slain monks into it, and then refine it into powerful and vicious power.

This means that the more monks are killed, the more powerful the magic blade will be.

So, at that time, a demon cultivator even killed a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage with the Demon Dragon Blade.

Therefore, many cultivators believe that as long as this treasure is given a certain amount of time and is continuously cultivated through killing, it may even be able to suppress the Tongtian Lingbao.

Of course, no matter whether it is Tongtian Lingbao or Demon Dragon Blade, it is unknown how many years it has been extinct in the human world, so there is naturally no way to compare them. But even so, the fact that the elder of Yinluo Sect suddenly mentioned this treasure still made Gui Ling, a level 10 demon, look a little ugly.

"No! Since they are only seven or eight similar, and with his cultivation level, he still has a chance to let his Nascent Soul escape. That thing should not be the Demon Dragon Blade. It may be another rare magic treasure." Gui Ling's ugly face suddenly frowned, and then he said with a flash of eyes.

"That should be the case!" Yang Qian nodded.

Then he looked in the direction of the magic tower and saw that the mountain in the distance was indeed missing a part.

"Kunwu Mountain is known as the fairy mountain in the human world. It has existed here since ancient times. It is not surprising that there are magical treasures that can reach the sky." Gui Ling seemed to guess Yang Qian's thoughts and spoke slowly from the side.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows when he heard this and nodded with a smile.

"Master! Let's go over and take a look. I don't know why, but when I came out of the temple just now, I felt something was wrong with me. It seemed like something was calling me from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower you mentioned. This thing seemed very familiar, as if it was related to something before I lost my memory." Yin Yue suddenly said hesitantly in Yang Qian's mind.

"Something is calling you?" Yang Qian's eyes flashed when he heard this.

"That's right! I have a vague feeling that if I miss this opportunity, I might lose the chance to recover all my memories." There was a rare hint of pleading in Yin Yue's voice.

Yang Qian fell silent. After a long while, he suddenly chuckled and said in a relaxed and concerned tone:

"Since you said so, Yin Yue, I will go and take a look! This Tongtian Lingbao is fine, but for Yin Yue, I have to go there too!"

"Thank you, master, for your help!" Yin Yue was moved when she heard Yang Qian's answer, and replied with great joy.

"Fellow Daoist Gui, now that a supernatural treasure has appeared over there, it seems like we have to join in the fun." Yang Qian turned around and said slowly to Gui Ling.

"My whole heart is focused on you, fellow Taoist! But how do we deal with this person?" Gui Ling bowed slightly and replied calmly.

When such a treasure appears, no cultivator can ignore it.

Although Gui Ling could not hear the conversation between Yang Qian and Yin Yue, the demon had anticipated Yang Qian's sudden change of mind and was not surprised at all.

"Fellow Daoist, you promised me that you would not attack me, so I told you everything I know." Upon hearing Gui Ling's words, the Nascent Soul that was imprisoned by the big hand shouted.

"I did not say that I would attack you just now, but I did not say that I would not attack you either, and you know very well that if I did not say it just now, you would only suffer more pain in soul refining. If you want to blame someone, just blame yourself for being an elder of Yinluo Sect and falling into my hands." Yang Qian said lightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a thick golden arc shot out and hit the Nascent Soul.

After a scream, the Nascent Soul and the big hand disintegrated and disappeared in the golden light, but a light green flag fell out.

Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he flicked his long sleeves, took the banner into his hands and took a closer look at it.

It was the other Yin Luo Banner!

This is also an extremely valuable treasure. If all eighteen poles could be gathered together, the power would be unimaginable.

Since he had already made a great enemy with the Yinluo Sect and even killed the great elder and the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect one after another, Yang Qian naturally would not be polite anymore and stuffed the banner into the storage spirit ring.

Even if this treasure is somewhat useless to him, he cannot allow the Yinluo Sect to easily collect this set of treasures.

The Yinluo Sect had experienced this flag being lost or destroyed throughout history, but with the power of the sect, they would either find it back quickly or refine a new one.

However, the Yinluo Sect has only experienced such things a few times. Now that several rods are missing, even if the Yinluo Sect has strong financial resources, it cannot easily refine them again.

Moreover, even if it is refined, it will take some time to cultivate it to a certain power.

"Let's go! I wonder if any of those people have already snatched the treasure." Yang Qianyang looked in the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, muttered softly, and then flew down the stone steps.

Gui Ling followed closely behind.

There are restrictions set by ancient cultivators on both sides of the stone steps. Otherwise, if you take a shortcut, you can reach the Demon-Suppressing Tower earlier.

This time, Yang Qian ignored the traces of fighting on the road. Soon, he returned to the white jade square where he had originally come out, and stepped onto the stone steps leading to the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

This time, after walking a little further, we saw a messy place in front of us, with big pits and rubble everywhere.

Yang Qian ignored him and was about to pass by without stopping.

Gui Ling, who was beside him, let out a low cry and looked somewhere.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, and after looking over there, he also noticed something unusual.

Under a pile of inconspicuous mess, a small piece of white thing was exposed. Although only a small part was exposed, it was obviously a bony arm.

With a flick of his sleeves, a gust of purple wind flew out, blowing away the rubble without a trace, revealing a skeleton lying on the ground.

Yang Qian's eyes fixed. He was surprisingly familiar with the ornaments and bun covering the bones. It was the old man surnamed Fu from Jiuyou Sect.

The purple pearl was tightly grasped by one of its bony hands, but most of it was broken into pieces, and it looked completely destroyed.

It seems that this old man surnamed Fu was killed by the thousand-year-old corpse bear with the magic dragon blade just like in the original book.

Yang Qian didn't say anything, but just watched quietly with his eyes flickering. The two parties were only cooperating temporarily because of the Peiying Pill. It was impossible for him to protect the other party because of this. The two of them did not have any deep friendship.

But the person who had just been on the same journey not long ago had now inexplicably died here, which really made him feel strange.

The path to becoming an immortal is indeed extremely difficult and dangerous.

"Why, Brother Yang, do you know this person? This person's death seems a little strange.

He should have just died, but his flesh and blood had been strangely stripped away, and there was no sign of the Infant Soul leaving his body on his head, it seemed that even the Infant Soul had not escaped. And there was a mark on his back left by a sword or other treasure, so he looked a bit like..." Gui Ling stared at the strange narrow scar on the back of the skeleton and said hesitantly.

"It's a bit like the killing power of the Demon Dragon Blade that the people from Yinluo Sect talked about. Is that what you want to say?" Yang Qian said with a long sigh.

"Indeed, although there are several other magic skills that can also peel off the flesh and blood of cultivators, the traces left will never be like this. Moreover, the previous elder of Yinluo Sect was able to escape with his Nascent Soul out of his body, but this man died completely. Could it be that what that man was holding was really the Demon Dragon Blade? Otherwise, how could the power be so obviously different?" Gui Ling said solemnly.

“No, although the Demon Dragon Blade can greatly increase its power by absorbing the blood, flesh and soul of cultivators, the refining process takes a long time. How can its power increase so quickly?” Yang Qian thought about it, smiled slightly and shook his head.

"That's true!" Gui Ling was stunned and seemed to understand.

"I do care about it. This Sisan Zhenren seems to be fearless in his actions. He dares to attack not only the people from the Yinluo Sect but also the Jiuyou Sect. This is not something a casual cultivator would dare to do. Moreover, after killing the elder of the Demon Sect, he did not even destroy the corpse. Isn't he afraid that the two major demon sects will join forces to find trouble with him in the future?" Yang Qian glanced at the white bones again, with indifference flashing in his eyes.

The storage bag on the bones disappeared, and it was obvious that the infant-nourishing pill had also fallen into the hands of the thousand-year-old corpse bear who pretended to be Sisan Zhenren.

"This" Gui Ling had just escaped from trouble and knew nothing about the current world of immortal cultivation, so naturally he could not answer anything.

Yang Qian shook his head and didn't say anything to Gui Ling. Finally, he raised his hand and released a fireball, turning the corpse into ashes. Finally, the old man's body was not left exposed in the wild.

"Let's be careful too. After that Demon Dragon Blade devoured another Nascent Soul cultivator, who knows how powerful it has become. Don't be careless, or you will fall into its clutches as well." Yang Qian said calmly, and led the way up the mountain, but his expression was much colder than before.

Gui Ling's heart trembled when he heard the words. After his ugly face twisted, he followed with a sneer.

Going further up, Yang Qian and Gui Ling did not encounter anything unusual and finally reached the end of the stone steps.

It's not quite right to say it's the end, because the stone steps behind it disappear without a trace.

A half cliff appeared in front of them, and all the peaks behind them disappeared as if by magic.

Looking up at the distance of the cliff, then looking down at the unfathomable bottom of the cliff, Yang Qian touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

"It seems that everyone else has gone down, and the Demon-Suppressing Tower has really collapsed. I wonder what happened down there!" Although Gui Ling had heard about it from others, he was still surprised when he saw the strange sight in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Gui, do you know what kind of monster was suppressed in this Demon Suppression Tower before?" Yang Qian suddenly asked Gui Ling.

"I don't know about this. I was just used to guard the monsters in Kunwu Mountain. How could those ancient cultivators mention this to us? However, before I was transferred to another place, I did sense an extremely powerful demonic energy appearing in Kunwu Mountain. But it disappeared soon after. It should have been sealed in the tower. Unfortunately, my cultivation was still shallow at that time. I could only feel that the demonic energy was very powerful, but I couldn't judge the specific cultivation level of the owner of the demonic energy." After a little hesitation, Gui Ling replied honestly.

"Oh? I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Gui had also sensed that evil spirit." Yang Qian took a deep look at the bottom of the cliff and said with a faint smile.

Then he called out to Gui Ling, and the two of them floated down the cliff.

This sinking is so deep that it is unfathomable.

It took a whole cup of tea to float down, but I still couldn't see the bottom.

At this time, the place where they were had become somewhat dim and unclear. It was pitch black all around and they could not see too far.

I looked up into the sky, and a white light was still faintly visible above.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, in this area where his spiritual sense was limited, he would definitely only be able to detect movements within a few dozen feet nearby.

But Yang Qian was there, and he opened up his clear and bright spiritual eyes. Blue light flickered in his pupils, and he took control of everything within hundreds of feet.

Not knowing how long he had been falling, Gui Ling suddenly reminded him softly.

"Yang You, we've reached the bottom!"

Yang Qian was moved when he heard this and looked over.

Sure enough, there were some bright lights not far below, and the shadow of a tall building was looming.

His expression changed a few times, and when he was about to see it clearly, he glanced down and seemed to see something flash to one side, and a blood-red streak flew out silently from the darkness.

Yang Qian suddenly felt a pungent smell of blood coming towards him, which made him want to vomit.

A thousand-year-old corpse bear disguised as a real person!

A cold light flashed in Yang Qian's eyes, and almost in an instant, he recognized the true identity of the figure in his heart.

The bloody attack came as fast as lightning, and in a flash it was already approaching Yang Qian's eyes.

If Yang Qian had not remained highly alert, coupled with his understanding of the corpse bear in the original novel, even a late-stage cultivator with profound cultivation would have found it difficult to resist this sudden attack.

However, Yang Qian did not panic. He raised his hand without hesitation and a small shield with a faint glow flew out.

It was the black tortoise dragon scale shield!
As the shield grew rapidly, a layer of faint light appeared on the shield and Yang Qian was protected in it.

The blood suddenly swept over and submerged Yang Qian completely.

A "hissing" sound was heard, and a fierce knife about ten feet long suddenly appeared in the blood light and slashed fiercely on the light shield.

This knife has a strange shape, no more than two fingers wide, and as thin as paper, flashing with a strange blood light.

Imitation of the Dragon Blade!
These words flashed through Yang Qian's mind.

next moment.

The light shield flashed and shattered into pieces, and the blood knife took advantage of the situation and directly slashed at the body of the Black Turtle Dragon Scale Shield.

There was a flash of light on the shield, and the surface became as smooth as a mirror.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blood light and silver shield intertwined, and they were stuck there for a moment.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows. The Dragon Blade in the original book had more power than this.

The next moment, the blood blade bent without warning, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, cleverly bypassing the solid shield and suddenly stabbing at Yang Qian from the side.

The movement was so strange and smooth that it was unbelievable.

Yang Qian was really like being bitten by a poisonous snake. His body suddenly shot backwards, and at the same time, his ten fingers kept pointing at the knife.

"Bang" and "Bang" sounds rang out one after another, and more than ten purple sword auras shot out one after another, but were all cut apart by the extremely sharp blood knife, and arrived in front of Yang Qian without even a slight pause.

Yang Qian frowned. He naturally didn't dare to use his own body to resist the Demon Dragon Blade. Thoughts raced through his mind. Finally, he opened his mouth and a ball of green light wrapped around an object flew out.

There is a crisp sound of "dang"!
The blood blade was unable to cut through the thing in the green light and was blocked.

What I saw wrapped in the green light was actually a slowly rotating small three-legged tripod.

It is the Xuhuang Baoding!

"Hey!" An unexpected voice came from the darkness in the distance.

Yang Qian took this opportunity, and the wind and thunder wings appeared behind him. He spread them out and immediately appeared more than ten feet away in the lightning. He raised his hand with a cold face, and the Black Turtle Dragon Scale Shield and the Void Emperor Cauldron instantly flew in front of him.

At this time, a large amount of blood nearby rushed towards Yang Qian from all directions without any mercy. The fishy smell was so strong that it almost suffocated people.

A sneer appeared on Yang Qian's lips, and he quickly made hand seals with his hands. In an instant, a deafening thunderous sound erupted from his body.

A layer of dazzling golden arcs quickly appeared around, like little golden snakes swimming around, flashing wildly and making crackling sounds.

The blood light that was originally filling the air, under the ravages of the golden electric arc, dissipated like dead leaves blown by a strong wind, without even the slightest chance to get close to Yang Qian.

This scene was like a god descending to the earth, shocking everyone.

The divine thunder that wards off evil!

When the dark man in the distance saw this, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. He obviously did not expect to meet such a tough opponent here.

"You are not Sisan Zhenren?" Yang Qian looked at the blurry figure in the distance with a sharp gaze and said coldly.

Although his voice was not loud, it was full of unquestionable majesty.

The man in the darkness seemed to hesitate for a moment and did not answer for a while. The blood knife in his hand suddenly made a buzzing sound, and then the knife, wrapped in a strong blood light, shot back in the direction it came from.

However, Yang Qian would not let it go so easily. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he moved his body, turning into a golden light and chasing after the fleeing Blood Knife. (End of this chapter)