Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"But now, let's break this sword formation first! Otherwise, when the other party mobilizes the five demons, we will be in big trouble. Fortunately, Buddhist skills have a restraining effect on the five demons. If the five demons make a move, you can just entangle them. Now we can only take one step at a time. Let's break this sword formation first. If it doesn't work, use the thing that was originally used to deal with old man Hanli to deal with this guy." The old woman was still calm about the current situation.

"That's the only way! But this person isn't practicing ice-attributed techniques, so the effectiveness of that thing will probably be greatly reduced." The monk sighed and sent a message back.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Fortunately, the opponent has just fought a fierce battle and has consumed a lot of energy. Even if we cannot kill him, it will definitely be no problem to severely injure him. We really miscalculated this time. Although we got news that this kid named Yang has great magical powers and ordinary late-stage cultivators are no match for him, we did not expect him to be so difficult to deal with. Even old man Hanli himself could not defeat him. Originally, we wanted him to consume most of old man Hanli's cultivation first, and then we would make a move at the end to ensure victory. But we did not expect that this person would directly kill old man Hanli without suffering any damage. If we had known, we would not have gotten involved in this mess." The old woman said bitterly.

"Now that things have come to this, there is no need for Brother Long to regret. We used up that thing, but in exchange we got a magical treasure and the Five Heart Demon. So, we still got a great deal." The monk gave up when he saw that he could not impress Yang Qian, and the green hair around him was getting closer, so his expression became gloomy.

At the same time, a gloomy air suddenly appeared on his body, and compared with his kind-hearted appearance just now, he was almost like a different person.

When the old woman heard this, she hummed a few times without comment, then suddenly threw the walking stick in her hand into the air. With a burst of yellow light, it turned into a yellow monster that looked like a horse but not a horse, with fangs in its mouth.

The old woman used a spell to spur the monster, and it circled in the low sky. Then it suddenly opened its mouth, and countless yellow rays of light spurted out of its mouth, sweeping in a certain direction.
These lights turned out to be hundreds of palm-sized yellow swords, each of which was radiant with light and extremely sharp.

The monk put his hands together, then opened them again, and a silver Dharma wheel appeared in each of his hands. He waved them in the air, and the two Dharma wheels grew rapidly in size, turning into two silver balls the size of wheels, and then rolled and slashed in the same direction with great momentum.

Yang Qian had already opened his eyes again in the air, and his expression did not change at all when he saw the actions of the two people below.

I witnessed those yellow small swords and two silver wheels rushing into the black hair one after another, and then being cut into pieces by the sword threads in an instant, turning into a pile of scrap copper and iron, falling down.

"What kind of sword formation is this? How can it be so sharp!" The old woman and the monk gasped when they saw this scene. After looking at each other, they saw expressions of fear in each other's eyes.

Naturally, the two would not give up just because of a single test. The old woman waved her hand, and suddenly a square light blue brick-shaped ancient treasure appeared in her hand. She chanted a spell and then raised her hand to release it.

Suddenly, the brick grew in size and turned into a giant object as big as an attic, then it smashed towards the distance with a dazzling blue light.

The same scene appeared!

In the void, after a flash of dense black hair, the treasure was instantly cut into countless pieces, like fireworks, and disappeared without a trace in the distance.

"Impossible! This blue gold brick is made of refined blue gold and is extremely tough. How could it be destroyed so easily?" The old woman finally lost her patience and shouted in shock.

The gray-robed monk frowned, let out a low shout, and suddenly pointed at the inconspicuous spirit beast that looked like a mouse.

Suddenly, gray light flowed around the body of this spirit beast, and its belly swelled up incredibly. In a blink of an eye, its furry belly swelled to several times the size of its original body. Then, with a light "bang" sound, the spirit beast opened its pointed mouth.

Suddenly, a visible gray sound wave rushed out of the beast's mouth. As soon as it left the mouth, it made a buzzing sound like a raging sea and swept directly towards the golden threads.

The monk's mind worked very quickly. When he saw that the tangible treasure seemed to be completely useless against the sword formation, he immediately drove the invisible object to attack.

However, the Xu Ling Sword Formation was set up by Fairy Bingpo herself in the Xiaoji Palace before she ascended to the spiritual world. Its power is far greater than that of the Da Geng Sword Formation, so there is no way that what is before us can stop it.

The only pity is that this sword formation cannot be moved and can only be used in the Xu Ling Palace. Moreover, it must be opened by the Xu Huang Ding or Xu Tian Ding, which are all-powerful magical treasures personally refined by the Bingpo Fairy.

As soon as the gray sound waves rushed into the green hair, the green hair trembled slightly, and in the green light, they all turned into huge sword lights about ten feet long, which slashed at the sound waves like lightning, and cut the large gray waves into pieces, dissipating and disappearing.

Then, these green sword lights flashed and turned into strands of green hair again, continuing to surround the two people in the middle, as if the previous changes had never happened, giving people a terrifying feeling of unfathomable depth.

At this moment, the gray-robed monk's expression turned extremely ugly.

This sword formation was far more mysterious than they had expected.

Yang Qian saw that although the expressions of the two people below changed drastically, they did not really show any panic expression. His eyes flashed a few times with a hint of thought, and his eyebrows raised, and then he showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

At this time, the two old women took out several other treasures and tried to resist the approach of the sword.

The corner of Yang Qian's mouth curled up slightly, and the humanoid puppet behind him suddenly emitted a faint spiritual light, as if a light breeze was blowing past, and instantly disappeared without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, the green hair around the sword formation had approached the two people in the middle, only twenty feet away from them.

The old woman and the gray-robed monk were helpless in facing this fierce attack and could only offer up their ancient treasures in an attempt to resist with the power of self-detonation.

Although this move temporarily slowed down the Qingsi's attack, it was ultimately unable to stop them from advancing.

"No, this sword formation is extraordinary. It cannot be broken by ordinary treasures." The old woman looked at the green hair getting closer and closer, and finally showed a look of fear on her face. She turned back suddenly and said anxiously to the gray-robed monk, "Use that thing quickly! Only its power can defeat this sword formation!"

A hint of hesitation flashed across the gray-robed monk's eyes. "Using that thing can certainly break the sword formation, but how do we deal with Yang Qian afterwards?"

"We can't care about so many things now!" The old woman interrupted him decisively, "Only if we break the sword formation first can we have a chance of survival. Otherwise, when the sword formation closes, you and I will both be dead. What's the point of keeping that thing?" Her words were firm and resolute, revealing her unquestionable determination.

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed monk's facial muscles twitched slightly, as brief and imperceptible as ripples on the water.

He looked around and saw that his originally messy black hair had gathered together several feet in a short period of time, as if an invisible force was controlling everything.

Finally, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and nodded, as if acquiescing to some irreversible decision.

He quickly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a strange object appeared out of thin air in his palm.

It turned out to be a fiery red ball as big as a fist, so hazy that it was impossible to see clearly what it was.

But the surface of the ball was also pasted with a gold and silver forbidden talisman. The gray-robed monk held the object in one hand, with a cautious and extremely solemn look on his face.

When Yang Qian saw this scene, his eyes flashed and he stared over.

"Fellow Daoist Mojiu, please act quickly! If this thing works at too close a distance, we will also be implicated." The old woman looked at the sword formation that was only ten feet away from them and shouted sharply.

The gray-robed monk sighed, raised his hand and tried to pull the talisman on the red ball, as if he was about to use it. But at this moment, a faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk.

A figure emerged from the void, moving as swiftly as a ghost, approaching him silently.

It all happened so fast that the gray-robed monk didn't even notice anything unusual.

The old woman standing opposite the monk saw this unusual thing and screamed in surprise.

"Watch out, behind you!"

The old woman reminded loudly, and at the same time, she flicked her sleeves, and a flash of yellow light shot towards the figure.

When the gray-robed monk heard the old woman's warning, his heart suddenly trembled.

He didn't have time to think, and he wanted to shoot out. At the same time, his arm holding the ball subconsciously shrank, trying to put the fireball into his sleeve.

However, his movements were still a little slow.

What emerged behind him was a humanoid puppet, and the puppet possessed the magical powers of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. It moved its body, and one hand directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, while the other hand grabbed the fiery red ball.

The movements can be described as thunder and lightning, incredibly fast.

With a muffled groan, the monk stumbled.

The humanoid puppet suddenly stabbed at his vitals. Although the silver palm easily separated the protective aura, the moment it touched the man's back, the phantom of a strange bird covered with black feathers emerged from his back.

Although the puppet's palm was emitting a huge silver light and still easily cut through the phantom of the strange bird, its movement was naturally slow, allowing the monk to avoid the vital parts. It only cut a long button on his shoulder, causing blood to flow.

The other hand was about to grab the red ball, but when it was about to succeed, the ball suddenly slipped from the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.

The old woman sprayed out a yellow light which had already reached the front of the humanoid puppet, and it turned out to be a shining yellow needle.

The eyes of the humanoid puppet glowed purple, and it did not dodge or evade the needle. However, the arm that was grabbing the fiery red ball trembled suddenly, and then a "crack" sound was heard.

The arm suddenly flew out of the body, caught up with the ball in front in a flash, grabbed it in its hand, and then circled and shot back.

The yellow needles hit the humanoid puppet's head almost at the same time, making a dull explosion and flashing yellow light.

"not good!"

"what!"

Two completely different cries, one of surprise and one of joy, came out from the monk and the old woman at the same time.

It was not that the two of them had different ideas, but the monk was naturally shocked and angry when he saw that the fiery red ball was taken away by someone else, while the old woman in the distance saw that her life-saving magic weapon, which she had practiced for hundreds of years, hit the opponent's vital point at once, and the opponent did not seem to have any defense at all, so she could not help but be overjoyed.

The humanoid puppet took several steps back before it managed to steady itself. It stood up again and looked coldly at the old woman.

A small hole as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared at his temple, but soon a silver light flashed in the hole and it disappeared as before, without even a trace of scar left.

This scene made the old woman stunned, but she immediately sensed something and suddenly screamed:
"Huangmei needle, what did you do to my Huangmei needle?!"

The humanoid puppet slowly raised one of its wooden hands. In the center of this hand, the yellow needle was bouncing and shaking, trying desperately to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a ball of silver light and could not escape from here at all.

When the old woman saw this scene, her face turned extremely pale, and her lips moved. Just as she was about to say something, the humanoid puppet suddenly rubbed its hands together, and a dazzling silver light shone between its palms. The yellow needle suddenly became dim and its spirituality was greatly lost.

The old woman was so distressed that she let out a loud scream and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, which actually damaged a lot of her vitality.

The grey-robed monk's face turned pale, not caring about the injury on his back. He suddenly raised his hands, and countless balls of silver light as big as fists burst out from his hands, with faint sounds of wind and thunder. No one knew what kind of treasure it was, but it made such a shocking sound.

But when Yang Qian, who was in the air, saw this scene, he sneered and his mind moved.

The humanoid puppet woodenly made a hand gesture, and silver light shone around its body. Then the light dimmed and it mysteriously disappeared on the spot.

Those silver light balls naturally hit the void and had no effect at all.

The monk and the old woman looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

At this time, the green hair around them was only seven or eight feet away. Even if they had great abilities, they could not escape now.

Yang Qian was suspended in the air, with his hands behind his back, looking down with some indifference.

The Void Sword Formation finally closed completely, and countless black hairs finally turned into a huge blue ball of light. In the ball of light, there was a roaring explosion, which shook the ball of light several times. Then the screams of the old woman and the monk were heard one after another.

With the help of his spiritual eyes, he clearly saw the bodies of the two middle-Nascent Soul cultivators being hacked into pieces in the blink of an eye.

The Nascent Soul hidden in the body managed to hold on for a while longer, but under the continuous cutting of so many black hairs, it eventually turned into dots of green light and disappeared from this world without a trace.

As for the two's storage bags and the treasures they used, not a single thing was left; they were all completely destroyed by the power of the sword formation.

Only two small balls of yellow and green extremely cold flames were left, floating gently in the air. (End of this chapter)