Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Could it be that he has successfully broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage?" Seeing this, the old woman and the monk couldn't help but think so in their hearts.

There was a hint of joy on the faces of the middle-aged man in blue shirt and Bai Mengxin.

But before any of them could ask.

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from Master Hanli's mouth, breaking the silence in the hall like thunder.

His face was distorted in an instant, and the hands that were originally making hand gestures now seemed to be driven by an invisible force, tightly hugging his head as if enduring unspeakable pain.

This made everyone in the hall stunned again.

"Senior Brother Hanli, what happened to you?" The middle-aged man in green shouted anxiously, but he didn't dare to go over. He knew that Senior Brother Hanli was in a state that could not be disturbed at the moment, so he could only wait anxiously on the side.

When Master Hanli heard the call, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the middle-aged man in green clothes.

However, before he could open his mouth, the lotus of light between his brows, which had originally seemed to be calm, suddenly flashed wildly, as if some force was tearing it apart frantically.

Then, the light lotus fell off by itself with a light "bang", then expanded rapidly and shrank sharply, and finally exploded in a dazzling light, turning into a six-colored spirit ball, flashing bright light.

Master Hanli let out a scream, and after a few swaying movements, he fell from the air and landed right into the milky white lotus of light below. His body curled up into a ball, shivering constantly.

"Great Elder!"

This time Bai Mengxin could no longer sit still. She immediately greeted the middle-aged man in green shirt, and the two of them turned into black and white beams of light and rushed straight towards the light lotus.

The old woman and the monk looked at each other in bewilderment, but did not fly over. They both looked at Yang Qian and were startled, but saw that Yang Qian had a calm expression, as if he did not care about what was happening in front of him at all.

This scene made the old woman and the monk look at each other again, with some surprise and doubt in their eyes.

"I'm fine. I just suffered a little loss due to the backlash of the vitality of heaven and earth." Contrary to everyone's expectations, Master Hanli, who had fallen into the light lotus, suddenly turned over and sat cross-legged again. He spoke with an extremely pale face, and the distortion on his face seemed to have subsided.

Bai Mengxin and the middle-aged man in green clothes, who had already flown nearby, felt relieved when they saw this and immediately stopped above the light lotus.

When they were about to ask something in detail, Master Hanli said something hurriedly, then immediately flipped one hand, and a stack of silver short blades that had been used before appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, sixteen short blades shot out with a flash of silver light.

But as soon as these silver blades left his hands, they immediately circled, with the tips of the blades hovering around his body.

Then Master Hanli gave a low shout, and sixteen short blades flashed at the same time and all pierced into his body.

Except for the head, only a short section of the handle was exposed on the body, and the blade was almost completely immersed in the body.

Seeing this, Yang Qian suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared straight ahead without blinking.

At this time, a layer of complex light suddenly appeared on the body of Master Hanli, mainly blue and white, but also yellow, green and other colors.

"My fellow Taoists, please quickly retract your cold flames!" Master Hanli shouted in an extremely solemn voice without even opening his eyes.

The monk chanted the Buddha's name and then raised his hand towards the air towards Master Hanli.

The green cold flame that emerged from Master Hanli's body turned into wisps of spiritual clouds, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a small ball, and with a "whoosh", it shot towards the monk.

The monk flicked his sleeves and retracted his cold flame.

Yang Qian and others also quickly followed suit, casting spells to recall their own extreme cold flames.

After a while, only a layer of blue dry blue ice flame remained on Master Hanli's body, and the strange fragrance emanating from his body disappeared.

The Great Elder of Xiaoji Palace did not relax his expression. Instead, he made a strange hand gesture with his hands and uttered a strange spell. The silver blades on his body began to tremble slightly.

After a low hum, a green and white chill emerged along the hilt, instantly making all the silver knives crystal clear.

As soon as Master Hanli stopped chanting the spell, the spell in his hand suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, loud "bang" and "bang" sounds echoed in the air, like the collapse of the sky and the earth, shocking everyone.

A dazzling silver light burst out from the crystal clear blade. The ice layer originally attached to it shattered into pieces and turned into nothingness under the impact of the silver light.

However, the cold air did not dissipate. Instead, it gathered along the silver blade again and quickly condensed into a new layer of ice.

Master Hanli activated the spell once again, and the new ice layer shattered again under the bombardment of the silver light, turning into ice crystals all over the sky.

After repeating this several times, Yang Qian looked at the scene in front of him, his mouth twitched, and he understood everything very clearly in his mind.

The great elder of Xiaoji Palace was using the power of a magic weapon to forcibly remove the mysterious jade cold air that had been absorbed into his body.

It seems that he really failed to break through the bottleneck of the Spirit Transformation stage like in the original novel. Otherwise, with the power of the Spirit Transformation stage, these cold reactions would be the best medicine to nourish the vital energy.

Yang Qian quickly calculated in his mind and had a clear assessment of the current situation.

A long sigh, like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, quietly escaped from Master Hanli's lips.

The eyes of the great elder of Xiaoji Palace finally opened slowly, and the black and white in his eyes were clearly visible, regaining his former clarity.

However, his figure still maintained that of a man in his thirties, handsome and youthful, but at this moment, he looked up at the sky, his face filled with endless loneliness and desolation.

"Brother Hanli, are you okay?" The middle-aged man in green shirt hesitated for a moment, but still asked in mid-air. "Nothing happened, but I failed at the last moment!" Master Hanli smiled bitterly, stood up, and the light lotus under him suddenly collapsed and turned into a little light and disappeared into thin air.

Then he landed lightly on the huge rock below.

"What a pity! Fellow Daoist Hanli is obviously just a little lacking in spiritual power, otherwise he would have succeeded in advancing this time. No matter what, the set of secret techniques created by fellow Daoist is indeed a feasible way to break through to the stage of spiritual transformation." The old woman sighed softly, and seemed to be very appreciative of Master Hanli's secret techniques.

"Thank you for your advice, Madam Long. Even though this method is effective, except for this opportunity, it will not be easy for others to gather so many monks with the Extreme Cold Flame in the future." Master Hanli's expression returned to normal, and he said lightly.

"That's true. Not only is it difficult to find fellow practitioners of the Extreme Cold Flame, but one also possesses the Extreme Cold Flame. It is also difficult to find an extremely cold place like the Xuanyu Cave. But there are still many things we can learn from Fellow Daoist Hanli's method." The gray-robed monk also said with a smile.

After hearing the monk's words, Master Hanli's mouth twitched and he just shook his head helplessly.

Then he stretched out his hands and looked at the shiny and elastic skin, but the eyes of the great elder of Xiaoji Palace became uncertain.

"Fellow Daoist Hanli, since the ritual has ended, shouldn't we stop the magic circle and let us return to the stone house to recover our energy?" Yang Qian frowned and said, while glancing at the light curtains that reappeared around him.

"There's no rush. I still have some other things to deal with. It won't be too late to stop the magic circle after I finish them." When Master Hanli heard Yang Qian's words, he said lightly without raising his head.

The middle-aged man in green shirt and Bai Mengxin looked at each other, then floated above Master Hanli's head, expressionless and silent.

"Fellow Taoist Master, what do you mean by this?" In such a situation, the monk naturally realized that something was wrong and his face immediately darkened.

Although the old woman did not say anything, a look of vigilance immediately appeared on her face. The hand tucked into her sleeve seemed to move, as if she was holding something, and then she looked coldly at the three monks from Xiaoji Palace opposite her.

"Don't panic, fellow Taoists. I have no ill intentions. I just want Brother Yang to return something to me." Master Hanli finally put his hands down, then looked up at Yang Qian. The sixteen silver blades on his body suddenly hummed, then fell off, and his eyes immediately shone with a golden glow.
It seemed as if all his magical powers had been restored!

"Return the things?" The monk and the old woman couldn't help but look at Yang Qian, with a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking? This is the first time I come to Xiaoji Palace. When have I ever taken anything from your palace?" Yang Qian slowly stood up and replied calmly.

Hearing Yang Qian's words, Master Hanli showed a strange expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned one hand over, and a ball of blue light suddenly appeared in his hand, and in the blue light there was a small tripod.

"Qianlan Ding!" the gray-robed monk exclaimed when he saw the tripod, and then he reached into his sleeve in shock, but took out another identical small tripod.

He glanced back and forth at the two tripods, his face full of surprise and doubt.

"Master Mojiu, don't be surprised. The one you have is not a fake one, but a genuine Qianlan Ding. It's just that this tripod was not originally just one, but a pair. Moreover, this pair of tripods are just imitations of something, and what I asked for from fellow Taoist Yang Qian is the all-powerful magical treasure called 'Xutian Ding'. This magical treasure is with you, right?" Master Hanli stared at Yang Qian and said lightly.

"Tiantian Lingbao! Does Brother Yang have such a treasure?" This time it was the old woman who let out a low cry, and looked towards Yang Qian with an expression of disbelief and a hint of greed.

The old monk in gray robe was naturally also extremely surprised, and couldn't help but look at Yang Qian twice.

Before coming here, the two of them also learned a little about Yang Qian's background from Master Hanli, and learned that he was from Tiannan. It was really shocking for the two of them that a cultivator from such a small place actually possessed a treasure like the Tongtian Lingbao.

"Oh, Xu Tian Ding? Haha, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, fellow Daoist. I really don't have the Xu Tian Ding. Having said that, I don't mind answering fellow Daoist Hanli's question, but I would like to ask you to answer a question from me. How can you be sure that I definitely own this tripod? What is the relationship between your palace's Xu Ling Hall and this tripod?" Yang Qian did not deny it immediately. Instead, he showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"No? It's already this time, and Fellow Daoist Yang is still unwilling to admit it! Well, no matter what, this tripod should be on Fellow Daoist. This involves the secret techniques of my sect, and it is not a secret. The Shura Holy Fire that Fellow Daoist practices is obtained by integrating the Qianlan Ice Flame that comes with the Xutian Ding. In the world, except for the Qianlan Ding that I imitated, the Xutian Ding should be the only one in the human world that possesses this cold flame. And it happens that I have just refined the Qianlan Ice Flame to the extreme some time ago, so I am naturally extremely sensitive to low-level Qianlan Ice Flame." He was already 70% sure that the Xutian Ding was on Yang Qian. Even if the other party was unwilling to take the responsibility, Master Hanli couldn't help but flash a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Master Hanli naturally had no idea what the real magical treasure in Yang Qian's hand was.

"So, when you first saw me, you had already sensed the magical treasure on me." Yang Qian asked with a smile, without any surprise at all.

"That's true, but I didn't expect that Brother Yang is still normal now. This is beyond my expectation. Some of the excuses I had prepared were not used. The Xutian Ding was the personal magic treasure of the founder of this palace, Fairy Bingpo. The founder once traveled around the world with this treasure. When he returned more than a hundred years later, the whereabouts of the tripod was unknown. Then the Xu Ling Palace was built. I am not interested in asking you how you got this treasure, but this treasure is indeed mine. As long as you hand it over, I will never make things difficult for you." Although Master Hanli was a little suspicious, he still spoke to Yang Qian word by word with a solemn face.

Yang Qian showed a look of realization at first, but then he chuckled and stared at Master Hanli without saying anything.

Seeing Yang Qian being so unscrupulous, Master Hanli's pupils shrank and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"I heard from Mengyao that Brother Yang has amazing magical powers, which are extremely terrifying among late-stage cultivators. Even monsters like the Silver-winged Yaksha can't do anything to you. If you were in other places, in other worlds, I might really be unable to do anything to you. But now you are in a magic circle, and in the closed Xuanyu Cave. What's more, you only have 30% of your magic power left, while the effect of my secret technique has not yet expired. Both your magic power and your body are at their most powerful moment. What are the chances of winning? Do I need to tell you?" The golden light in Master Hanli's eyes gradually grew stronger.

The middle-aged man in green and Bai Mengxin looked at Yang Qian, their faces also showing solemn expressions as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"I didn't expect that when I helped you to break through the bottleneck, I was taken advantage of by you. Has Xiaoji Palace always been ungrateful? The descendant of Fairy Bingpo really disappoints me." Yang Qian curled his lips with a sneer.

"Fellow Daoist Yang seems to know the deeds of the ancestor? It seems that the Xu Tian Ding is really in your hands! What's more, didn't the master pay a reward? Not only did I give you a copy of my refined cold flame technique, but I also copied the secret technique of breaking through the bottleneck that I had painstakingly thought of after hundreds of years. What's more, the biggest reason why Fellow Daoist Yang was willing to help was that he wanted to see with his own eyes how effective this secret technique was, so that he could learn from it for himself, right? How can this be considered as repaying a favor with a hateful one?" Master Hanli snorted and said without comment.

"Is that so? That does seem to make sense. But Yang is not the only one trapped in the magic circle now. The matter of the Tongtian Lingbao is so important. Do you want to kill people to silence them?" Yang Qian glanced at the monk and the old woman on the side and said lightly.

When the two heard Yang Qian's words, their expressions changed drastically.

Especially the monk who lowered his head and looked at the small tripod in his hand, his eyes were uncertain.

"Hehe, fellow Taoist, there is no need to go to great lengths. The two fellow Taoists and I have known each other for many years, how could they fall for your provocative words!" A murderous look flashed across Master Hanli's face, but it disappeared in an instant.

"This matter is between Master Daoyou and your palace. I have no interest in getting involved. You guys should solve it yourselves." The old woman glanced at Yang Qian coldly, her figure suddenly shook, and the next moment she appeared at the edge of the light curtain, looking as if she was staying out of it.

When Yang Qian saw this scene, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang has come here to help Brother Hanli break through the bottleneck. How about this, if the so-called Xutian Ding is really your palace's, Fellow Daoist Yang should return the treasure. And your palace can compensate Fellow Daoist Yang a little. For people like us who have reached this level of cultivation, it is better to maintain peace." The monk thought for a moment and said so, intending to mediate the matter.

"It's a turbulent time for my palace now, and I don't want to be on bad terms with Brother Yang. As long as Brother Yang is willing to hand over this tripod, I will pay a large sum of spirit stones. The amount is enough to make Brother Yang never have to worry about spirit stones again." Upon hearing this, Master Hanli's expression relaxed.

After hearing this, Yang Qian sneered twice, looked up at the sky, and said nothing. (End of this chapter)