Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Fellow Daoist Gui, please watch here and don't let anyone else come over!"

Yang Qian snorted coldly and gave the order, and then a crackling arc of electricity burst out and disappeared in the thunder.

The next moment, his figure appeared more than thirty feet away, with wings growing on his back, and his hands, which were tucked into his sleeves, suddenly clenched into fists.

In an instant, thunder rumbled from Yang Qian's body, as if it was the wrath of thunder. A layer of dazzling golden arcs burst out like a storm, instantly enveloping his entire body in a golden curtain of light.

At the same time, dazzling golden scales covered Yang Qian's entire body in the blink of an eye, like golden armor, exuding a powerful aura.

Facing the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear, a level ten monster from the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley, Yang Qian would naturally not underestimate the opponent. He was ready to use all his strength in order to end the battle quickly.

As long as this corpse bear could be killed, the Ten Thousand Demons Valley would lose a powerful top-level combat force. Judging from the description in the original book, Yang Qian would absolutely not be able to get along harmoniously with Che Laoyao of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, so he attacked decisively.

However, in just a moment, the figures of Yang Qian and the ten thousand year old corpse bear disappeared, leaving Gui Ling standing there with a changing expression. He seemed to be struggling with something, with a hint of uneasiness and struggle between his brows.

But in the end, Gui Ling sighed and temporarily suppressed the entanglement in her heart. A trace of helplessness appeared on her ugly face, and she began to look around vigilantly.

The roar was deafening, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart, and a violent impact force raged like a violent storm and huge waves.

The ripples visible to the naked eye spread instantly, rippling in the void like ripples.

"Do you really want to go against my Ten Thousand Demon Valley?"

A roar shook the entire space.

I saw a huge monster covered with white hair standing in the air. It was wearing the clothes of a real person, but it couldn't cover up the evil aura that was rising into the sky.

The monster's eyes flashed with green flames, its fangs were exposed, and its unusually shriveled white bear face looked even more hideous and terrifying.

It was one of the deputy valley masters of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, a being in the late Nascent Soul stage—the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear.

At this moment, it was holding a magic dragon blade, and a blood-red light was flowing on the blade, as if it had devoured all life.

As it swung, a beam of blood shot out, dispersing the blue lightning surrounding it one by one.

However, facing the powerful attack of the ten thousand year old corpse bear, Yang Qian showed no fear.

"Going against the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons? Brother Corpse Bear, you are joking. Didn't you want to kill me just now? I was just returning the favor." Yang Qian, who was performing the Brahma True Demon Art, sneered. He moved his body and stepped on the void, as if he was a god controlling the heaven and the earth.

Its entire body was covered in purple-gold light, and countless scales sparkled under the light, making it look mysterious and majestic.

With sharp horns on his head and a dragon tail behind him, Yang Qian at this moment seemed to have turned into an ancient monster, with a majestic aura that was even more powerful than the ten thousand year old corpse bear.

In his left hand he tightly grasped a three-colored feather fan, with three different colors of flames flowing on the fan, as if they could burn everything.

In his right hand, he held a slowly rotating Pingshan Seal. The majestic spiritual power seemed to overflow from the seal, which was heart-pounding.

The two men looked at each other, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and an earth-shaking showdown was about to take place.

In a moment, the ferocious aura of the ten thousand year old corpse bear seemed to ease a little.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze swept across Yang Qian's handsome face and the two imitations that exuded the aura of supernatural treasures. His face twitched slightly and he forced a stiff smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, I was reckless before. As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting. Why don't we make peace? When you step into the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley one day, I will definitely host a banquet for you and ask the Valley Master to personally teach you the secrets of advancing to the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Isn't that wonderful?"

Although the words were said politely, the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear was filled with resentment in his heart. He secretly planned that as soon as he left Kunwu Mountain, he would immediately return to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, gather people, and settle the score with this man named Yang.

Hearing this, Yang Qian raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth. He smiled faintly and said, "Stop fighting and make peace? It's not impossible. But Yang has always valued grudges. If Brother Corpse Bear wants to resolve this grudge, just stand where you are and take Yang's attack, and the previous grudges will be written off."

The Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear's expression changed and the smile on his face froze instantly.

He knew in his heart that he would never dare to stand there and take the opponent's attack.

This man named Yang may look young and gentle, but his methods are extremely cruel, and he has many treasures in his hands. If I really do what he says, I will probably end up dead.

"Mr. Yang! Don't go too far!" The Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear roared angrily, no longer caring about conserving his magic power. He formed seals with his hands, and his magic power madly poured into the blood light transformed by the blood blade.

The blood suddenly surged and instantly turned into an enormous ghost face.

The ghost face was hideous and ferocious. It opened its big mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and swallowed Yang Qian in front of it fiercely.

Almost at the same time, the blood mist around also surged and rolled violently, and wave after wave of blood formed a blood-colored vortex, which seemed to instantly wrap up Yang Qian, leaving him with no escape.

Yang Qian showed no sign of panic, his eyes sparkling with golden light.

A thick golden arc shot out from Yang Qian's mouth like a fairy from the sky, and after a flash, it hit the ghost face.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The dazzling golden light suddenly exploded, like a falling star, bursting out with endless brilliance.

At this moment, the ghost face let out a shrill scream, as if it was severely hit by some powerful force. It instantly dissipated, like a broken phantom, swaying in the wind.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Yang Qian's eyes. He raised the feather fan in his hand without hesitation, and a cold breath emanated from the fan.

He swung the feather fan violently, and it drew a graceful arc in the air, and then he fanned it fiercely towards the ghost face's remaining body in the air.

With a "puff", a column of three-colored fire burst out from the fan and directly hit the black glow in front of him.

Violent and intensive explosions immediately sounded at the intersection of the two. As soon as the three-colored flames and the black mist came into contact, they burst one after another like boiling oil hitting cold water.

Obviously, the three-colored flame was much more powerful than the black glow. It only paused slightly during the flashing of the rune, and then easily defeated the glow like a dead tree or rotten wood.

When the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear saw this scene, a flash of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and his face was distorted with anger, as if an evil ghost had appeared in the world. He tightly grasped the Demon Dragon Blade, his body was as fast as lightning, and he instantly approached Yang Qian and slashed at Yang Qian with a fierce knife.

Yang Qian's face was grim and his eyes were as cold as ice, as if the ten thousand year old corpse bear was just a dead man in his eyes. He raised his hand leisurely and threw the Pingshan Seal above his head. The heavy magic weapon hung in the air like a mountain, exuding bursts of majesty.

Immediately afterwards, a hint of coldness flashed across Yang Qian's face, and a small silver sword about an inch long flew out of his mouth, turning into a bright silver light and slashing towards the ten thousand year old corpse bear at a rapid speed.

At the same time, Yang Qian formed a seal with one hand, and the Gengjin Jielei Sword instantly shone with bright silver light, and the sword light was like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky.

Seeing this, the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear's eyes flashed with ferocity. He roared wildly and swung the Dragon Blade to chop it down fiercely.

With a loud "bang", the Demon Dragon Blade and the Gengjin Thunder Sword collided violently in the air, sparks flew, and the air trembled.

As the Demon Dragon Blade danced, it left many afterimages and continuous slashing sounds, instantly submerging the Gengjin Jielei Sword in a sea of ​​swords and shadows.

The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.

Yang Qian looked at everything that happened in the air with a smile, his body motionless, as if the weapon being attacked in the air was not his own magic weapon. The Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear also seemed to be in trouble, and with a gloomy look on his face, he waved his arm, and all the blood flew back, and after circling, it condensed into a half-foot long blade in his palm, bright red like blood, and wrapped in a faint blood mist.

Staring at Yang Qian's silver flying sword, the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear showed an expression of surprise on his face.

Because after so many blows from the Demon Dragon Blade, the sword body was still shining silvery, and there was not even a trace of scar. This was really unbelievable to the Ten Thousand Year Old Corpse Bear, who knew the power of the Demon Dragon Blade very well.

“Don’t waste your efforts. My flying sword is a little special. No matter how powerful your Demon Dragon Blade is, it is still wishful thinking to destroy it.” Yang Qian raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to the air. The silver flying sword shook and flew back, circling.

Just when the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear was full of doubts and hesitant, Yang Qian flicked his fingers lightly.

In an instant, the Pingshan Seal was filled with golden light, as if stars were falling, and transformed into a huge golden net that enveloped all directions.

"Hmph! You want to trap me? This replica of a magical treasure isn't enough to do it." The Ten Thousand Year Old Corpse Bear sneered. Although he showed disdain on his face, his heart was already tense as a string.
He secretly thought that Yang Qian was indeed the most difficult cultivator of the same level that he had ever encountered in his life.

This boy has great magical powers and many magical weapons, and his strength is almost as strong as that of a Divine Transformation cultivator. If I want to escape unscathed at this moment, it may not be easy.

The old demon's mind was racing, thinking about how to escape.

Yang Qian looked at the ten thousand year old corpse bear, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he said:

"Haven't you always been curious about the little tripod that blocked your magic dragon blade? Today, I will let you see its true appearance again at the end of your life."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and a small three-legged tripod slowly flew out and hovered in front of his chest.

The small tripod exuded a faint green light, it was ancient and mysterious, it was the Xuhuang Treasure Tripod.

"This is... the real magical treasure from before!" Upon seeing this, the Ten Thousand Year Old Corpse Bear's pupils suddenly shrank and he was extremely shocked.

He finally confirmed the true origin of the Xuhuang Ding. The aura of the spiritual treasure that permeated the heavens and the earth made his heart sink. He knew that today would probably be a dangerous day.

Yang Qian was too lazy to say anything more. He made a hand gesture and pointed his fingers together, then pointed at the small tripod in front of him with a serious expression.

next moment.

After the Xuhuang Ding spun around, countless slender green hairs spurted out from its surface, interweaving and flashing, forming a huge light net that covered the ten thousand year old corpse bear in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!" The Ten Thousand Year Old Corpse Bear was horrified. The speed of this little tripod's magical power was beyond his imagination. He gritted his teeth, first opened his mouth and spewed out a fishy black demonic energy, then raised the Demon Dragon Blade and chopped it down for more than a hundred times.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with blood-red sword lights, slashing down wildly and densely.

However, the green light curtain that wrapped around the ten thousand year old corpse bear took it all in. No matter how the bloody sword light hit it or how the extremely creepy demonic energy corroded it, the light curtain did not even experience a ripple, as if it was indestructible.

This left the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Bear completely stunned.

Seeing this, Yang Qian's face flashed with a fierce light. He stared at the dull figure of the ten thousand year old corpse bear, muttering something in his mouth. Then he saw the silver flying sword that had been circling around him suddenly burst out.
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Gui Ling was looking around vigilantly when suddenly a purple rainbow light shot out from afar and a figure appeared after a moment. It was Yang Qian himself.

"Is Daoist friend okay?"

Gui Ling hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and secretly observed Yang Qian's expression. He did not find any signs of a fight, and became suspicious.

The previous sneak attack happened in just a moment, and Gui Ling seemed to be greatly surprised and did not have time to take action. At this moment, he came up and asked anxiously, fearing that Yang Qian would blame him.

"It's okay. It's indeed the Demon Dragon Blade. The man just now was the deputy valley master of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, disguised as a ten thousand year old corpse bear. He has extraordinary magical powers. Ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivators are really no match for him." Yang Qian said calmly, raising his hand and a scarlet blood blade emerged, and he turned it over to look at him.

It is a replica of the Demon Dragon Blade!
Gui Ling's eyes jumped when he saw this, and he was horrified. Although he wanted to leave immediately, he could only stay quietly by the side.

“Fellow Daoist Gui! I will treat this hesitation as the first time it happened and it can be ignored. I hope that next time when it’s time to take action, you won’t have any other thoughts in your mind.” Yang Qian said calmly without raising his head, and then without waiting for Gui Ling to figure out anything, he put away the Demon Dragon Blade, turned into a ray of purple light and fled straight down.

The matter of the ten thousand year old corpse bear just mentioned was naturally to warn Gui Ling. In the future, Yang Qian also planned to use Gui Ling as a mountain guardian beast.

But if the other party doesn't know what's good for him, Yang Qian doesn't mind using ruthless tactics to take out all of Gui Ling's materials and use them to refine magic weapons.

The ugly woman Gui Ling was shocked at first, but when she saw that Yang Qian had no intention of doing anything bad to her, she felt relieved. However, she stopped where she was for a moment, her face turning red and white.

He knew that some of the evil thoughts he had in mind just now were finally sensed by the other party because of the part of the spirit attached to the body of the natal card.

After a while, the ugly woman gave a bitter smile, but still helplessly turned into a beam of light and chased after Yang Qian.

Yang Qian had landed on a huge square platform at this time, looking around calmly.

Apart from a dark set of stone stairs leading downwards not far in front, there was no other entrance.

"Demon-Suppressing Tower! This really doesn't look like a tower!" Yang Qian murmured to himself. He knew that this tower was built upside down.

At this time, Gui Ling also flew over and landed behind him. Upon hearing what Yang Qian said, he hurried forward to explain:

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that this Demon-Suppressing Pagoda is different from ordinary pagodas. It was built upside down by ancient cultivators. The top of the pagoda is at the bottom, and the base is at the top. The more demons and ghosts imprisoned at the bottom, the more powerful they are."

Yang Qian nodded and looked around. It seemed that the monster was not at all surprised by the warning he had just given.

This made Gui Ling even more wary of Yang Qian.

He raised his hand and threw out a moonstone, which floated above his head. Yang Qian called out to Ling and walked into the stone steps. The two finally entered the magic tower.

The first few levels of the Demon-Suppressing Tower were extremely vast and peaceful, without even a ghost in sight.

It was obvious that they were completely killed by the monks who entered before.

However, the signs of fighting suddenly increased.

It seems that in order to prevent others from entering the lower level first, the fighting among those monks has become more intense.

When entering the third floor, a charred corpse appeared next to a stone pillar. Yang Qian stood beside it and identified it for a long time. Finally, he was sure that he did not know this person. It seemed that he should be the so-called cultivator of the Ye family.

However, this man's skull opened and his Nascent Soul flew away. It was unknown whether he escaped successfully or was killed in the chaos.

There were no unexpected discoveries on the fourth floor, but on the fifth floor, there were two more corpses. One was covered in green, and it was obvious that he had died of some strange poison. His face was so swollen that his original appearance could no longer be seen.

The other one turned out to be a big man among those wandering cultivators who had attracted Yang Qian's attention. However, his huge head had fallen to one side, and his body had been chopped into seven or eight pieces by someone's flying sword.

Looking at the big man's face full of disbelief, it seemed that he still couldn't believe that he would die here until his death.

After Yang Qian turned the corpse into ashes, he slowly brought Gui Ling to the sixth floor.

As a result, this time, he unexpectedly saw a living person, a woman in palace dress who was sealed in a huge block of ice.

It turned out to be Bai Yaoyi. (End of this chapter)