Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

At this extremely tense moment, the white-haired old man in the other direction suddenly looked anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Fellow Daoist Yang, please lend me a hand. This green-eyed toad is too tricky, and I can't handle it alone! Its strange body movements and powerful attacks make it difficult for me to resist!"

When Yang Qian heard this, he was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he couldn't help but ponder in his heart. But then, he smiled and said, "Friend Lin, I'm here to help you! Just hold on for a while!"

As he spoke, Yang Qian made a gesture as if he was about to fly in that direction, with his hands stretched forward, his sleeves fluttering, and he seemed eager. However, his movements were slightly slowed down.

At the same time, a green light suddenly appeared on the palm of Yang Qian's hand hidden in his sleeves, and the Xuhuang Treasure Cauldron appeared faintly. The slender green hair quickly spread under the black robe, tightly protecting the entire body.

At the same time, he secretly stimulated his body refining technique to the maximum extent. After all, he was about to face an attack at the fusion level. Even if it was just a casual attack, its power should not be underestimated and it was worth Yang Qian's full efforts to deal with it.

Of course, if you are not hit, that would be the best.

Outside the mountain, hundreds of Yakshas flew back, and stood in silence and with their hands behind their backs before the Yaksha King with golden pupils. They all seemed unusually docile and dared not even breathe.

"The two Divine Transformation-level human cultivators that the front team encountered are nearby, right?" asked the golden-eyed Yaksha King expressionlessly. His voice was like muffled thunder, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

"Lord Mengxiang, the news we received is indeed about this place. But except for this mountain, we have searched the area within hundreds of miles, and no trace of other humans has been found. This mountain seems to contain magnetic veins, which we cannot detect directly." A young female alien replied respectfully, with deep awe in her voice.

"Magnetic stone vein! That's easy. Just open it and take a look." The Yaksha King named Meng Xiang sneered, and his laughter was full of disdain and arrogance.

Then, he raised his palm, and a bright red light instantly emerged, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blood-red light ball. The light ball exuded a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate, and it was slightly expanding and shrinking.

With his five fingers clasped together, this Yaksha clan's combined-level being spun the light ball in his hand, and then gently shook it in the air.

A red beam shot out from his hand. Initially, the beam was only a few feet in size, but it expanded rapidly in the blink of an eye, becoming incomparably huge, like a burning fire cloud, illuminating half of the sky in a brilliant red. The scorching energy caused the surrounding space to distort and deform, which was extremely terrifying.

Yaksha King Mengxiang sneered, and that laugh seemed to penetrate the sky and make people shudder. He suddenly turned his palm downward, the movement was like thunder, but with an indescribable calmness and contempt.

Then, he swung his sword downwards lightly, seemingly without any effort, but it contained endless terrifying power.

Suddenly, a red line flashed on the top of the giant mountain. The light was as dazzling as lightning, and disappeared in an instant, and then everything returned to normal.

At this moment, the two alien creatures in the air, which were as huge as small mountains, suddenly swung their strong arms and simultaneously attacked the side of the giant mountain. As their arms swung, they actually brought up gusts of wind, making a whistling sound.

Two invisible forces that almost tore apart the space rushed out, their power like raging waves, and merged into one force with an overwhelming force, hitting the side of the mountain with great momentum.

An incredible scene appeared!

There was a loud rumbling noise, the sound was deafening, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting. The whole mountain let out a wailing sound, like a desperate roar.

Half of the mountain slowly slid down like tofu, countless huge rocks rolled down, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun. The scene was extremely shocking, as if doomsday had come.

……

In the huge cave, the gray-robed man was gritting his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and he was driving the formation flag that was flashing silver arcs with all his strength.

At this moment, seeing that the group of green-eyed toads were gradually surrounded, a look of joy that was hard to conceal finally appeared on his face.

However, at this critical moment, Yang Qian's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, his expression instantly became extremely cold, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his heart.

"It's the Yaksha King who has made his move!" As soon as this thought came to Yang Qian's mind, he immediately flashed with gray light all over his body, instantly stimulating the Yuan magnetic divine light to the extreme, protecting his body tightly from wind and rain.

In this instant.

Suddenly, a red light flashed like a ghost above the gray-robed man's head.

The unlucky man in gray robe was right where the red line fell. The red line fell mercilessly, and the man in gray robe didn't even have time to make a sound. His expression was as stiff as a stone in an instant. Then with a snap, his body fell into a pool of blood, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere, scattering all over the ground, which was a shocking sight.

Next to it, there was a small flag flashing silver arcs, but it was now eclipsed.

Yang Qian's nerves were tense to the extreme, but after seeing this scene, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

But then, he found that he was safe and sound, and he relaxed all of a sudden, secretly rejoicing in his heart: Fortunately, just like in the original book, the attack of the Yaksha King at the fusion level did not affect him.

"That's right! The Green-eyed True Toad!" Yang Qian raised his eyelids suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly put away the Void Emperor Cauldron in his sleeves. He looked solemn, his whole body was flashing with gray light, and he stood straight and looked into the distance.

As expected, the magic circle originally formed by the monks holding formation flags suddenly became ineffective.

A group of fist-sized dark shadows, like ghosts in the dark night, immediately took the opportunity to flee from the collapsing lightning.

The other monks were stunned at first, standing there in a daze as if they were cast under a spell. Then, their faces immediately showed a mixture of shock and anger, and their expressions instantly became distorted.

"What happened?" A monk opened his eyes wide and shouted at the top of his voice, his voice full of panic and confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Tan has fallen?!" Another cultivator's face turned pale, his lips trembling as he looked at the fallen figure in disbelief.

"Not good! The Green-eyed True Toad has escaped!" Another monk roared angrily, clenching his fists and bulging veins on his forehead. Many monks around him shouted, their eyes wide open, bloodshot, gritting their teeth, looking ferocious, wishing they could rush up and catch those black shadows back immediately.

But now it seems that it is too late.

"What is going on?" The female cultivator named Xiao, who was holding a scarlet jade ruler in one hand, was also surprised.

Her cherry-like mouth was slightly open, her beautiful eyes were wide open, her eyes were full of disbelief, and her pretty face seemed a little distorted because of shock and anger.

On the other side of the cave, dozens of feet away from them, the light was flashing and colorful lights were intertwined with each other.

There were constant explosions and roars, deafening. The young man surnamed Zhu was leading the remaining dozen monks to jointly encircle and suppress the group of blue-eyed true toad beasts. They all looked nervous, bombarded with spells, and fought fiercely with the adult true toad beasts.

Yang Qian's mind raced, and he was about to activate the Yuan magnetic divine light to draw it in to prevent the green-eyed toad cub from escaping.

Suddenly, there was a huge shake under my feet, as if a dragon had turned over. Then the other half of the cave floor suddenly collapsed, making a dull noise.

At the same time, the underground river in the cave began to tumble, and waves more than ten feet high surged out with great momentum, like thousands of horses galloping, sweeping over.

The entire cave began to break into pieces, with broken stones falling and dust flying everywhere.

When Yang Qian saw this scene, his brows were furrowed, like two sharp swords standing up. He moved slightly, wanting to take some action, but considering the direction of the plot later, he sighed.

"I really don't want to exert any strength at all." Yang Qian's mouth twitched in self-mockery, and then he pinched his hands without hesitation, and the gray mist on his body instantly increased several times, and the surging waves submerged his figure, and he disappeared in an instant...

After a cup of tea, more than a dozen bright lights shot out like meteors from the ruins of the giant mountain where only half of the peak was left.

After the light suddenly dimmed, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared clearly in the low sky.

Among them were a young man named Zhu and a beautiful woman. However, when they looked around anxiously, their faces suddenly turned pale and their expressions became extremely solemn.

All around them, there were hundreds of aliens with wings on their backs, staring at them like a group of hungry wolves.

Each of these foreigners had a ferocious look in their eyes and exuded a terrifying aura.

The aura of almost every alien seemed to be no lower than the God Transformation level, and there were as many as six or seven who had reached the Void Refinement level or above.

Not only that.

Especially the figure with golden pupils, who exuded a powerful pressure of the combined level, which made the young man named Zhu and others' eyelids twitch wildly and were terrified.

This one fusion-level alien alone was enough to make everyone present feel as if they were falling into an icy cave, as if a heavy rock was pressing down on their hearts.

Yang Qian, who was standing at the back of the crowd, merely glanced at the Yaksha Queen at the fusion level with extreme caution, then quickly and silently lowered his head, his whole body subconsciously curled up slightly, fearing that even the slightest movement of his would attract the other party's attention.

"I hope my bet is right. As long as it's like the original, this person is too proud to take action, then everything can go according to plan." Yang Qian lowered his head, his eyes obscure and careful, and glanced at the figures around him inconspicuously. He paused for a moment on one of the women. At that moment, a trace of imperceptible emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.

"There are quite a few people, but there are only two human cultivators at the Nascent Soul level. I am too lazy to take action, so I leave it to you. Capture them alive if possible. Maybe we can get something out of them." The Yaksha King in the fusion stage with golden pupils easily saw through the cultivation level of the young man named Zhu and others with just a casual glance. He had a cold expression and said in a flat tone.

Then, he fluttered his wings slightly, and the whole person disappeared instantly. The next moment, he appeared more than a hundred feet away like a ghost. After flashing twice, he disappeared from the horizon without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

This fusion-level existence who could cut through a huge mountain with one strike actually just did as Yang Qian expected and let go of the things here, with the same personality as in the original book.

The excitement in Yang Qian's eyes flashed like a meteor, he quickly lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and then he stood still like a sculpture. But this subtle movement was not noticed by others at the scene.

"Yaksha! We humans and the nobles are not at war. Why do you harass us while we are searching for treasure and surround us?" The young man surnamed Zhu's face was livid. He clenched his fists, veins popped out on his arms, and his eyes widened as he shouted at the Yaksha people, "We humans and your Yaksha have always kept to ourselves. Are you trying to provoke a dispute between the two tribes by doing this today?"

But after seeing the leader, the Yaksha whose cultivation level could not be seen, flew away, he could not help but feel a little lucky. He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and spoke again: "I hope you can give me an explanation and not embarrass us for no reason."

"Attack!" Upon hearing this, the most powerful Yaksha woman among the remaining hundred or so Yaksha people raised the corners of her mouth and gave a charming smile to the young man named Zhu and others, "Hmph, there is no point in talking to you humans, just prepare to die!" She twisted her slender waist, took a step forward, and uttered an extremely cold order to massacre from her small mouth, without even the slightest intention of explaining, she was cold-blooded to the extreme.

"You Yakshas are so arrogant and unreasonable. Aren't you afraid of counterattacks from our human and demon races?" a human cultivator shouted angrily.

The male and female Yakshas around sneered when they heard this, and immediately clenched their weapons with both hands, their arm muscles bulged, and then shook violently.

Abnormally thick blades shone one after another from various axes and giant blades. They leaned forward and swung their weapons with all their might.

"kill!"

The blades were like giant dragons baring their fangs and claws, with the momentum of destroying everything, rushing from all directions to the dozen people in the middle and slashing wildly. This situation was just like the human monks' joint attack on the black blood ant colony before, except that the original besieged party changed to the human race, and the situation instantly became extremely dangerous.

Although there was a huge disparity in numbers and strength, the silver-haired young man surnamed Zhu was certainly not as fragile and vulnerable as the group of black-blood ants.

At that moment, more than a dozen human beings were in such a sudden panic that everyone looked nervous, yet they all exerted their full strength. (End of this chapter)