Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The colorful phoenix's body made a muffled "puff" sound, and immediately turned into specks of light like a dream bubble, dissipating and disappearing into thin air.

Only a small piece of blood light fell straight down from the spiritual light, and in the blink of an eye it sank into the body of the girl below.

"I've finally waited for this. This is the only chance! The chance to get the blood of the Phoenix!" Seeing this, Yang Qian narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable gleam of light flashed in his eyes. That light seemed to hide deep expectations and plans.

Ye Ying's body shook violently and she slowly opened her eyes, but her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, as if she had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"Blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, most of my true spirit blood was sucked away by this sword." Ye Ying's voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor, and her face no longer had the usual calmness, replaced by paleness and panic.

“Young master, don’t panic! The blood of the Heavenly Phoenix is ​​not so easy to take away. It is just temporarily trapped by this sword. Even if the man from the Long family uses his original spirit to control the blood of the real dragon to enter this sword, he can’t succeed immediately if he wants to really seize and melt the spiritual blood. As long as we take this sword, we still have a chance to take it back, and maybe even snatch the opponent’s real dragon bloodline.” After Ye Chu stopped spitting out spiritual light, he said with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yes, I can still sense the existence of that part of the spiritual blood. The other party has not succeeded yet, let's go up and take the sword. Brother Yang, I know you are not an ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator. As long as you help me get the spiritual blood back this time, I promise you that the Ye family will be willing to do something within our ability for you in the future as a reward." After hearing what Ye Chu said, Ye Ying finally regained her composure. After a slight hesitation, she suddenly turned her head and promised Yang Qian.

Ye Chu was stunned when he heard this, and glanced at Yang Qian silently with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Yang Qian was slightly delighted, thinking to himself that she had finally arrived, but he remained calm, frowned slightly, and seemed to show a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, don't dream that the Long family will let you go alone. If we fail and are destroyed, there is no way you can escape the other side's pursuit alone. What's more, you and I were obviously standing together just now. Even if you can escape back to the human race by chance, the Long family will never let you go easily in the future. You can only be safe if you are protected by our Ye family." Ye Chu's eyes flashed, his face was expressionless, and he spoke in a cold tone, with a hint of threat in his words.

"Fellow Daoist, you are absolutely right! Do I have any other choice?" Yang Qian touched his chin and said with a helpless look on his face.

“Brother Yang, why do you have to be so reluctant? I wonder how many cultivators in the human race want to have a relationship with our Ye family.” Ye Ying suddenly chuckled. Her laughter was clear and pleasant. Then her figure shook and turned into a ball of dazzling golden light that soared into the sky.

And Ye Chu also turned into a green rainbow and followed closely behind.

After the spiritual light on this woman's body circulated for a while, the color of her skin turned green again. From a distance, she looked exactly like a wood spirit, full of a mysterious aura.

Yang Qian slightly grinned, the arc of his mouth was just right, revealing a meaningful smile, which seemed to hide many deep meanings.

Then, wrapped in a ball of thick purple light, he flew nimbly towards the blood sword in the sky.

Speaking of which, Yang Qian was quite impressed with his own acting skills.

After all, he is the only one who knows all the plots in the original work, which is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack on other people in this world.

Yang Qian is able to skillfully change his personality, language, and expression through the plot to achieve the most ideal state.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart, and there was a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes.

"But we still have to be careful." Yang Qian glanced at the Long family's Void Refining cultivator in the distance without making a sound. His vigilance was not reduced at all, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Moreover, he paid a little attention to the changes in the weather.

Because of the disappearance of the Golden Dragon and Blood Phoenix, the violent thunder and lightning, thick dark clouds, strange ice lotus, and blazing white flames in the sky all disappeared, revealing the unusually pure blue sky again.

If it weren't for the huge blood sword floating in the sky that was so eye-catching, the previous thrilling battle seemed as if it had never happened, and everything seemed so calm and peaceful.

Moreover, Ye Ying and the other two girls naturally knew very well that the people of the Long family would never let Yang Qian's side succeed so easily.

Sure enough, just as the three of them shot to the middle, the space on both sides of the Sky Blood Sword suddenly fluctuated, and under the silver light, two middle-aged monks with similar faces appeared out of thin air.

Both of them were wearing brocade robes and purple ribbons on their heads. They had cold expressions and stared at the three people with eyes as fast as lightning.

"Long Yu, Long Lin! It's you two!" Upon seeing the two people appearing so strangely, Ye Chu's beautiful eyes widened, her pupils shrank, and she immediately called out their names, with a bit of surprise and vigilance in her voice.

Ye Ying, who was not far away, had a thought in her mind. She stopped her light more than a hundred feet away from the Blood Sword. Then she quickly swept her mind over the two middle-aged cultivators. She was shocked and asked with her mouth slightly opened, "Why? Sister Chu knows these two people."

"More than a thousand years ago, I was in the initial stage of Refining Void realm with these two people, and I met them once at a gathering of the True Spirit Family. These two people are good at raising ghosts and exorcising demons, and they are not ordinary cultivators. The Long family sent them out, it seems that they are really determined to get the blood of the young master's Heavenly Phoenix." Ye Chu's face was as gloomy as water, and he said in a heavy tone.

"Raising ghosts and performing exorcism magic is indeed extremely difficult." After hearing this, Ye Ying's heart sank suddenly, as if a huge rock had pressed down heavily.

Spells for raising ghosts and exorcising demons have always been mysterious and strange.

The ghosts driven and controlled by this kind of magic are not only numerous, but also unpredictable and elusive.

Some of those ghosts have erratic shapes, like illusory shadows; some are extremely powerful and can split mountains and crush rocks; some are good at confusing people and making people fall into illusions without realizing it.

Generally speaking, when cultivators of the same level fight with it, they can only be evenly matched at best.

Because in the battle, you not only have to deal with the attacks of the monk himself, but also have to be on guard against those elusive ghosts.

These ghosts either attack suddenly from the dark or attack in groups, making it difficult to guard against.

Even most cultivators of the same level will be at a disadvantage. If they are not careful, they may be taken advantage of by ghosts and fall into an irretrievable situation.

"My brother originally wondered who the undercover agent sent by the Ye family to the Mu clan was, and it turned out to be Fairy Chu. When the fairy was at the height of her fame, she suddenly disappeared, and my brother already found it a little strange. Now fellow Daoist has actually cultivated to the realm of great success in refining the void, which shows that the fairy must have another wonderful fate in the Mu clan." After the four of them glanced at Ye Chu, one of them said with a chuckle.

The other person kept his lips tightly shut and said nothing, but his face was full of unfriendly expressions.

"It has taken you two Daoists only a thousand years to cultivate to the middle stage of Refining Void, which is also quite fast. But you are too bold to attack our young master this time." Ye Chu raised his eyebrows, looked stern, and said bluntly.

"Haha, my young master is about to succeed. He has the true blood of both dragon and phoenix. It will be just around the corner for him to reach the state of fusion. What's the point of saying these things anymore?" The middle-aged man who spoke laughed triumphantly with his head raised, looking extremely arrogant.

"Did you sell the Yin-Yang Polar Art to me on purpose? Otherwise, even with the Blood Crystal Maha Sword, how could the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix be separated so easily?" Ye Ying's eyes flashed with a cold light, her pretty face full of coldness, and she suddenly asked the two of them in a stern voice.

Upon hearing this, the two Long family cultivators looked at each other, but then one of them laughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense! We have two brothers here, don't bother disturbing my young master." The two didn't want to answer this question at all, and looked nonchalant. "Young master, do it. There is no point in talking any more." Ye Chu snorted coldly, his expression full of determination.

Then, a green light flashed on her body, and circles of green light rippled from her body like water waves, with shadows of trees and flowers looming inside, as if containing a mysterious little world.

The woman quickly made hand gestures with her hands, her movements were skillful and neat.

The green light shot up into the sky in an instant, like a surging green wave, and covered the two people opposite with great momentum.

When the two men from the Long family saw this, they shook their sleeves almost at the same time, their movements in unison.

"Well done!"

One of them offered up a crimson ancient book that emitted a strange light; the other offered up a pitch-black scroll that exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

One man raised one hand and pointed solemnly at the blood letter with a serious expression.

The pages of the blood book flipped quickly, and countless blood runes emerged like a tide, and then turned into red devil shadows.

These demon shadows had hideous faces. They opened their mouths in the air and streaks of blood spurted out, hitting the green light under the cover like sharp arrows.

Another middle-aged monk chanted a spell in his mind, his expression focused and nervous.

The pitch-black scroll slowly opened, with mist rising from it. A gust of black wind whistled out, making a piercing scream, and also swept straight towards the green light.

The blood light and black wind intertwined together, like two ferocious dragons fighting each other.

The green light that was coming down from the sky with great momentum was blocked at once, and the light between the two exploded in all directions, with a continuous rumbling sound, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

When Ye Ying saw this, her face darkened, as if covered with frost.

As he flipped his hands, a golden knife appeared in one of his hands. The golden knife was shining brightly, as if it could cut off everything in the world; in the other hand, a ring appeared, emerald green, exuding a cold breath.

"Go!" Ye Ying shouted tenderly, her voice was clear and pleasant yet full of majesty.

I saw her two slender, white jade hands waved gracefully, and her wrists turned lightly, as if she was dancing.

At this moment, Ye Ying had a graceful and charming figure, with a slender waist that was so thin that it could not be grasped with one hand. Her dress fluttered in the wind, making her look even more graceful.

Her delicate face was full of determination and courage, and her beautiful eyes were shining.

As Ye Yingyu waved her hand, two treasures flew towards the opposite side at the same time.

As the golden sword swung, a dazzling sword light over ten feet long instantly burst out, like a golden lightning, carrying an incomparable momentum and slashing straight towards the blood sword.

The other emerald green ring made a clear and melodious sound. The ring instantly turned into a huge green phantom, which was like a dream and carried a powerful aura, rushing towards the blood sword set with the same momentum.

This graceful posture made Yang Qian, who was standing behind her, touch his chin and slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

"Don't even think about it!" When a cultivator from the Long family saw Ye Ying's action, he shouted angrily, his voice as loud as a bell.

Then, he slapped a white jade pendant on his waist with one hand.

This object instantly turned into a white light and shot up into the sky like a meteor. After spinning in the air, it turned into a layer of white misty light curtain, covering the blood sword tightly.

Suddenly, the knife light and the phantom hit the light curtain fiercely, and two loud noises were heard in an instant, deafening. The white light curtain shook violently, like a piece of thin paper in the wind, and countless runes floated out from it, shining, but it actually took the attack of the two treasures.

"Hmph!" Ye Ying's expression changed slightly, and her pretty face was covered with frost.

Without saying a word, she raised one hand, flicked her jade fingers, and cast a spell on the golden dagger. At the same time, she muttered something in a very fast speed, with a low and mysterious voice.

The short sword shone brightly, dazzlingly, and slashed at the white light curtain again. This strike seemed light and fluttery, as if it had no force at all, but a huge sword light that was extremely thick and more than a hundred feet long suddenly appeared above the light curtain.

The blade light was like a blade that could hold up the sky, emitting endless pressure, as if it was going to split the heaven and earth in two, slowly slicing it down.

Before the blade actually fell, the air nearby was already vibrating violently, and a sharp buzzing sound was heard, like the howling of thousands of ghosts, which was terrifying.

Anyone could see that if this sword light was slashed down firmly, no matter how magical the white light curtain was, it would be impossible to resist it.

At this moment, another Long family cultivator snorted coldly, his voice full of ruthlessness. He suddenly tore off his robe, revealing his horrifying body.

On this seemingly ordinary half body, there were seven or eight red ghost heads as big as fists biting various parts of its upper body at the same time, and squirming slightly constantly.

"The art of raising ghosts?" Yang Qian muttered to himself, with a strange expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

However, a sharp scream came out of the monk's mouth, and the three ghost heads on his body suddenly opened their mouths, and then trembled and disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, above the white light curtain, three groups of Yin Qi burst out.

In the black air as dark as ink, three red-haired red ghosts five to six feet tall appeared strangely.

The three evil ghosts looked at the huge knife light in the sky, and suddenly two of them rolled over and turned into two red long swords, which were grabbed by the evil ghost in the middle. (End of this chapter)