Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Mu Rui's face remained expressionless, as if he were a wooden sculpture, but there was a mad flash of purple in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and let out a cold, shrill sound.

"Chase him!!!" Mu Rui shouted, his anger had reached its peak.

His voice was sharp and piercing, cutting through the air.

As a Wood Clan spiritualist at the fusion level, it was a huge shame and humiliation for him to be escaped by a few ants at the God Transformation stage.

Suddenly, the wooden apes in the air nearby were in a commotion, like a boiling pot. They immediately split into several groups, like several surging torrents, and chased after Yang Qian and others.

At the same time, in several other faraway places in the Dark Forest, the same sharp sounds seemed to echo each other, reverberating in this vast forest, making people shudder.

Yang Qian did not use the Blood Shadow Escape for long. After he had left all the beasts out of sight, he immediately retracted the blood light and turned into a purple rainbow and continued to escape.

Fortunately, Yang Qian himself had mastered the art of body refining, and had taken many rare elixirs in the world, as well as lightning body-building techniques. With all these blessings, it was no big deal to consume some essence and blood. This was much less than the cost of Han Li using Blood Shadow Escape in the original novel.

After all, Yang Qian, who is at the same level, has a much stronger body than Han Li in the original novel who has the same cultivation level.

However, when he thought that there might be a silver-level wood spirit chasing him, Yang Qian did not dare to relax at all.

That was the equivalent of the early stage of human fusion. Even if he was conceited about his supernatural powers, the difference in realm was so great that he would never dare to hope for a chance of winning after fighting, even if the opponent was just a lower silver-level existence.

If there hadn't been someone secretly helping out this time, and suddenly using a secret technique to trap this silver-level wood spirit, they probably wouldn't even have had a chance to escape.

"This person must be the undercover sent by the Ye family to the Mu clan. After all, he is also a person who has achieved great success in the realm of refining the void! Although the Ye family, the Long family and other true spiritual families, their foundation is like a drop in the ocean in the vast spiritual world, and they can't be regarded as shocking behemoths. But there is no doubt that they are by no means comparable to the ordinary forces of the human and demon races. I'd better be safe." Yang Qian touched his chin, his heart seemed to be rippled, and he kept thinking.

Even so, the silver-level lower spiritual master named Mu Rui from the Wood Clan was, after all, a high-level cultivator equivalent to the early stage of fusion. He was like a trapped beast, and although he was temporarily restrained, he could break free of the cage at any time and burst out with amazing power.

Obviously, the golden talisman formation released by the Ye family was nothing more than a fragile spider web, unable to trap such a being for too long.

After all, there is still some gap in cultivation between the two.

Mu Rui was like a monster about to be released from a cage and would catch up soon.

With Yang Qian's mysterious trump card, the Gate of Heaven and Earth, he would not be in danger of his life. But he had to be careful, as he was unwilling to use the Gate of Heaven and Earth too much in front of others.

The Gate of Heaven and Earth is like a treasure hidden deep in the darkness. If anyone discovers even a hint of it, his days in the spiritual world will be like falling into an endless dark abyss, and he will be hunted endlessly and like a shadow.

However, although he did not use the Gate of Heaven and Earth, nor did he use the Blood Shadow Escape, but Yang Qian's Wind and Thunder Wings behind him kept flapping in the purple escape light, and every flash made his escape speed suddenly increase by a point. After more than ten times, his escape speed was already no less than that of an ordinary cultivator in the early stage of the Refinement Realm.

Even so, Yang Qian did not relax too much, as he was still in the territory of the Mu Clan.

Suddenly at this moment, a few "whoosh" sounds of breaking through the air came from below, followed by several strong winds rushing over, extremely fast.

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and his face solemnly turned red. Then his escape light suddenly stopped in the air.

Three green lights flashed past from below, only a few feet away from his body.

If Yang Qian had not stopped his escape just now, he would have been pierced through by the three green lights.

Now three green lights circled and transformed into three people from the Wood Clan, each holding a green wooden spear, standing in front woodenly.

Yang Qian glanced at the waists of the three people and found that the belts of these three wood spirits were actually light yellow. Immediately, a cold look appeared in his eyes.

This meant that these three people were just equivalent to the Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race, so he naturally would not take them seriously.

Yang Qian did not use any magic weapon. The wind and thunder wings behind him just moved, and it turned into a bluish-white electric arc and shot out.

The lightning was so fast that in just a flash, the man mysteriously appeared in front of the wood spirit in the middle.

There was no expression on the face of this wood spirit, but there was a sudden flash of purple light in his eyes. He grabbed the wooden spear without fear and stabbed it straight into Yang Qian's lower abdomen.

Before the wooden spear reached him, countless green spikes burst out, as if they were going to pierce Yang Qian with holes in an instant.
Yang Qian's eyes turned cold, and his face and hands shone with golden light. In an instant, a layer of transparent golden scales appeared. When those green light pierced his body, there was a sharp sound of metal friction, and all of them were bounced back without any effect.

At the same time, Yang Qian stretched out one arm strangely and grabbed the spear head. No matter how hard the wood spirit in front of him tried to pull back, it did not move at all.

A green light flashed across the wood spirit's face, and without hesitation, it let go of the wooden spear and shot backwards. Its movements were as fast as a meteor, which was quite fast.

But Yang Qian's other arm suddenly grew about an inch in length with a "crack", and appeared in front of Mu Ling's chest as if teleported. His five fingers were as sharp as swords and blurred for a moment before disappearing into it.

With an extremely crisp sound, Mu Ling's body was as thin as paper and was torn into pieces by Yang Qian with his strong body. From then on, the five fingers that stretched out from Mu Ling's back were holding a light yellow gem-like crystal.

From the time Yang Qian took the attack from the middle wood spirit head-on to the time he got close to him and scratched his chest, it only took a split second.

The other two wood spirits on both sides saw this and made a strange sharp sound. Then one of them opened his mouth and sprayed out a ball of yellow mist. The other one swung the green spear in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared to cover most of Yang Qian's body.

Yang Qian sneered, pulled his hands back, and tried to retract his arms to fight the enemy.

But something happened that was beyond his expectations.

The body of the wood spirit that he inserted with one hand and the wooden spear that he held with the other arm both emitted green light at the same time, and an incredibly huge suction force emerged out of thin air.

He shook his arms, but they didn't move at all and he couldn't even pull his hands out.

And in this slight delay, the yellow glow instantly reached in front of the face, and countless phantoms burst out with countless green rays, piercing straight down.

A strange look flashed across Yang Qian's face, and at the same time, his lips moved, as if he said something.

Suddenly, golden light shone from his body, and shadows flashed under his ribs. Four unusually blurry golden arms emerged strangely.

The four arms swayed slightly.

A golden arm moved, and a punch dispersed the rays of light in front of him.

One of the golden arms slashed through the air, and suddenly dense golden palm shadows emerged, easily blocking the green light in the sky. At the same time, the other two golden arms pointed their ten fingers at the two wood spirits, and ten three-colored sword energies shot out and instantly arrived in front of the two wood spirits.

The two wood spirits were startled. One of them showed green wooden armor on his body, while the other one had a yellow wooden shield in his hand, trying to block the sword light at the same time.

However, the ten sword energies were transformed from the three natal thunder swords in Yang Qian's body, accompanied by three of the five great divine thunders in the world of immortal cultivation. How sharp they were.

With just a flash, he cut the two wood spirits along with the things in front of him in half.

The bodies of the two wood spirits instantly broke into several pieces.

But Yang Qian still refused to give up. His two illusory palms shot out continuously, and dense sword lights surged out. In a blink of an eye, the two wood spirits were submerged in the three-colored sword lights, and two bursts of blood rain immediately fell down.

Yang Qian then sneered, and his arms that were sucked in suddenly trembled, and a wave of golden light appeared strangely on his arms.

The wooden spirit body that had absorbed Yang Qian's hands and the green spear began to tremble and shatter into pieces as soon as they came into contact with the golden light. Finally, they turned into a ball of green wood powder and disappeared with the wind.

Yang Qian slowly pulled out his hands, and the dazzling golden light on his body instantly dimmed. The other four blurry golden arms disappeared in a flash like a dream bubble.

This time, to deal with just a few Nascent Soul-level beings, he had to use part of the Brahma True Demonic Power, which was really a waste of talent.

However, being in the danger-ridden territory of the Wood Clan, the most sensible thing to do is to quickly kill the enemy to ensure your own safety.

Moreover, once Yang Qian's cultivation reaches the Void Refining Stage and he has practiced the third part of the Brahma Holy Demon Art, the power of the Brahma Holy Art will be absolutely incredible through the dual cultivation of his Dharma and body.

That kind of powerful force is definitely not inferior to the power of any so-called top-level martial arts.

This point can be clearly seen from the description in the original book. Even in the mysterious fairyland, this technique cannot be underestimated.

"The path of dual cultivation of Dharma and body is the most correct path." Yang Qian thought secretly in his heart, and once again turned into a swift purple rainbow, shooting away like a meteor.

On the way down, Yang Qian encountered several waves of interception by the Mu tribe.

These wood tribe members appeared from all directions like ghosts. However, the cultivation of these wood tribe members was not very high. Most of them were wood spirits at the Yuanying level, and some even appeared at a lower level.

As for these wood spirits, Yang Qian was like a cunning fox and would hide whenever possible.

If the player is unable to dodge in time, he will instantly transform into a ferocious cheetah and unleash drastic measures.

Not long ago, Yang Qian encountered several wood spirits that were equivalent to the late Nascent Soul stage.

At that time, Yang Qian's eyes flashed with light, and he swung the three thunder swords in his hands violently. A powerful force of thunder and lightning instantly burst out, killing the opponent in just a few breaths, without giving the opponent any time to struggle. His movements were quick and decisive, without any delay.

As a result, after running wildly in the air for half a day, Yang Qian finally encountered a slightly tricky trouble.

In front of him, two wood spirits with purple belts around their waists suddenly appeared.

One of them was as big as a mountain, with bulging muscles, exuding great power; the other was slim and graceful, with a swaying figure, and they looked like a man and a woman.

Behind the two of them, there were actually four wooden ape beasts standing steadily, with fur as white as snow and a body length of seven or eight feet.

Each wooden monkey held a heavy yellow stick in its hand, which flashed a cold light in the sun.

The four wooden apes stared at Yang Qian with bright eyes, as if they were psychic and had awakened their spiritual intelligence.

The aura they exuded gave Yang Qian the feeling that they were no weaker than those of the humans and demons in the Divine Transformation Stage, and it seemed that the threat they posed was no less than that of the two pairs of male and female wood spirits.

Yang Qian was quite surprised by this. The Mu Clan had really developed a strange war beast, whose strength had already reached the Divine Transformation Stage.

You know, even in the Tianmiao Realm where the human race is most proficient in puppetry, not everyone can easily encounter a puppet of the God Transformation level.

These two purple-level wood spirits are already at the equivalent of the human race’s Divine Transformation Stage. They are extremely powerful and are not easy to deal with.

Now Yang Qian is less than ten thousand miles away from the edge of the Dark Night Forest. Although he is not in a hurry to leave immediately, Yang Qian is really not interested in wasting time fighting with the person in front of him.

Therefore, the moment Yang Qian was stopped, a murderous look suddenly appeared on his face, and he stared at the two people and four apes opposite him with eyes as cold as ice, his face extremely cold.

"I'll send you on your way!"

Yang Qian said this coldly, his voice seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, without a trace of emotion.

He suddenly reached behind his head with one hand, and a large amount of gray light rushed up into the sky like a surging tide.

After circling, the gray light suddenly condensed into an extremely thick halo, at least twenty or thirty feet in size, like a gray sun spinning in the sky, instantly attracting the attention of all the enemies on the opposite side.

At the same time, he lightly shook the sleeve of one hand, and three small swords, the Gengjin Jielei Sword, the Yimu Zhenglei Sword and the Guishui Yinlei Sword, flew out silently. In the blink of an eye, they turned into hundreds of sword lights and flew quietly to the surroundings.

During this period, one could faintly see wildly jumping electric arcs, like nimble silver snakes shuttling through the void.

He actually planned to use the Yuanci divine light to attract his opponents, and then use the thunder sword formation to annihilate all these enemies in one fell swoop.

……

At the same time, Xiao Hong's face turned blue, as if she was covered by a thick layer of frost. She was like a frost-bitten eggplant, floating in the air withered and withered. Her eyes were like two burning flames, staring at the several green shadows that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Three wood spirits with purple belts around their waists!
"It seems we have no choice but to fight hard this time. I don't know what kind of situation Yang Qian and the others are facing?" Xiao Hong sighed tenderly, her voice was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, carrying with it endless helplessness and sorrow.

For some reason, Yang Qian's handsome and somewhat resolute face appeared involuntarily in my mind.

But the next moment, Xiaohong had to face the powerful enemy in front of her.

Three wood spirits with purple belts rushed over like three poisonous arrows. (End of this chapter)