Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

But see.

Someone danced his hands rapidly and muttered something. Then a green light shot out from his hand and instantly turned into a huge spiritual sword. Runes on the sword body flashed and it whizzed towards the Yaksha people; someone opened his eyes wide and suddenly threw the orb in his hand high up. The orb shone brightly and turned into a blazing fireball. The heat wave rolled and rushed straight towards the enemy; someone bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the folding fan in his hand. The folding fan unfolded instantly, and the landscape painting on the fan seemed to come alive, with flying sand and rocks, and a fierce momentum.

For a moment, various lights shone brightly, turning into pieces of light of different colors. Some were as brilliant as a rainbow, and some were as bright as stars, desperately resisting the surging attack of the Yaksha people. Some of them were quite confident in their ability to hide and escape, and they did not hesitate to move directly.

Their figures suddenly became blurred, as if they had merged with the surrounding air. They disappeared in an instant and flashed into the void in an attempt to escape.

"Don't panic, work together to resist the foreign enemies!" the young man named Zhu shouted loudly, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"These Yakshas are going too far. Let's fight them!" A human monk in a cassock roared, his eyes red and his face full of anger and determination.

"Don't be impulsive, conserve your strength and look for an opportunity to break out!" The other bald monk was relatively calm. While controlling the magic weapon, he reminded everyone loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Shangguan is right! Everyone, don't just think about running away! We have to fight desperately to have a chance to survive!" The young man named Zhu was shocked and angry. He flashed and appeared beside the beautiful woman like a ghost.

Without hesitation, the two of them stretched out one hand each and clenched it tightly. Suddenly, blue and red light on their bodies surged and flickered like water waves. Then, the two of them opened their mouths again and each blew out a small flag.

The two banners were inscribed with countless layers of mysterious runes. As soon as they left their mouths, they immediately burst into a dazzling radiance.

Then the two of them moved closer to each other and instantly turned into a huge red and blue light shield, protecting them tightly inside.

At this moment, the blades slashed towards us wildly, leaving white marks in the air.

With a loud "boom", the blade exploded completely.

The light halo formed by the human cultivators could only hold out for a moment before it was pierced through and broken by the blade and was completely submerged.

Screams immediately rang out from the explosion.

However, the several huge blade edges did not join the attack, but suddenly changed direction and slashed into several voids not far from the center.

White marks flashed by at a terrifying speed like ghosts. In an instant, blood light emerged in the void, like bloody and enchanting flowers blooming wantonly, which was shocking.

Several bodies, split in two, fell out lifelessly, thick blood splattered everywhere like scarlet raindrops, instantly dyeing a large area of ​​the ground red.

Some of the corpses were beheaded and died before they could even utter their last shrill screams; others had their eyes wide open with extreme fear and despair frozen in their pupils, and their mouths wide open, as if they were still praying for a glimmer of life.

These monks who had originally hidden their bodies and tried to escape during the chaos were simply unable to escape the eagle-like sharp lock of the Yaksha people.

The Yakshas had cold and ruthless eyes, and as they swung their weapons, cold light flashed, and they easily killed them in an instant.

The monk's body was torn into pieces, with broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground. The broken internal organs and flowing intestines exuded a disgusting and strong bloody smell, which was like purgatory.

You know, the Yaksha tribe is bloodthirsty and violent, and they are completely ruthless to other tribes.

At this moment, the originally dazzling light in the middle gradually dimmed like a candle in the wind, and the miserable situation inside slowly emerged.

Of the dozen or so human cultivators, only five or six of them were still standing there, exhausted both physically and mentally. They were shaky and precarious, like fallen leaves in the wind.

Among them were the young couple surnamed Zhu, whose faces were as pale as paper, bloodless, panting, breathing rapidly and heavily. Their clothes were stained with blood and tattered, like torn pieces of cloth hanging on their bodies.

These two Void Refining monks actually relied on the power of their protective treasures, and at the critical moment, they managed to withstand the overwhelming joint attack of the Yakshas.

As for the others, under this horrific attack that could destroy the world, they were instantly turned into ashes and disappeared without even a trace left, as if they had never existed in this world. Only deathly silence and despair were left behind.

At this moment, whether it was the giant banner of the silver-haired young couple surnamed Zhu or the treasures floating in front of the others, the light was extremely dim, and some even had tiny cracks on their surfaces that were heart-wrenching. The cracks spread out like a spider web, shocking to the eye.

Obviously, these treasures were all destroyed and had reached the point of being exhausted and could not withstand the next blow.

However, after seeing such a horrific attack from the Yakshas just now, the remaining monks, although filled with fear, would not just sit there and wait to die.

Immediately, the young man surnamed Zhu and the beautiful woman looked at each other, and their eyes conveyed firmness and determination.

The young man named Zhu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Let's fight!"

The beautiful woman nodded slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

Then, they suddenly pointed at the two giant banners in front of them.

The two flags spun around as if making their final struggle, and shone brightly again, but then there was a huge shock, and with two loud bangs, they exploded at the same time.

Suddenly, two hurricanes, one red and one blue, appeared out of thin air and instantly soared into the sky! The hurricane roared as if it was going to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The young man surnamed Zhu and the beautiful woman suddenly transformed into two rays of light and plunged into the two hurricanes without hesitation.

Then he used his magical powers to cause the two hurricanes to merge into one, transforming into a behemoth hundreds of feet high. It made a deafening sound like thunder, and rushed straight into the sky with great momentum.

Even though the male and female Yakshas standing in front were extremely ferocious by nature, they couldn't help but get agitated when they saw the terrifying force of the hurricane.

The remaining few human monks were surprised and happy, and took this opportunity to transform into stunning rainbows, following the hurricane.

Obviously, these people also knew that if they did not take advantage of this last glimmer of hope, there would be no other way to survive.

Wherever the blue-red hurricane passed, the nearby space became blurred and distorted, which showed its terrifying power. When the hurricane really plunged into the group of Yakshas, ​​suddenly two huge black shadows appeared above the hurricane. Before the other monks discovered what was going on, four loud "boom" sounds were heard, and four invisible forces hit the hurricane at the same time.

The hurricane trembled and was stopped in its place. It turned out that the two giant yakshas, ​​which were fifty or sixty feet tall and had been floating behind the other yakshas, ​​appeared strangely on both sides of the hurricane after a flash. The four fists, like house fists, struck together and with their huge force, they were able to resist the hurricane.

The young man named Zhu and the beautiful woman in the hurricane were naturally shocked. Without thinking, they immediately let their magic power flow through their bodies. The blue-red hurricane became a little thicker and rushed forward again.

But the two beings in the air that looked like small mountains suddenly had red light flashing in their eyes, and their four arms shook, and everything became blurred.

Countless huge fist shadows appeared densely on both sides of the hurricane, and the next moment, they all rushed towards the hurricane in an overwhelming manner.

"not good!"

"Run for your life!"

"I'm going to fight you, a bunch of aliens!"

When the other monks nearby saw this, they were horrified and immediately changed their movements, trying to flee the vicinity.

But at this moment, the sound of breaking air arose all around, and countless huge blades whizzed towards them.

Hundreds of Yaksha people around actually launched a second wave of attack.

At this moment, not only did the remaining monks in the escaping light show despair on their faces, but the young man named Zhu and the beautiful woman in the hurricane also turned pale.

A thunderous roar shook the whole world.

……

Deep underground, the gray light around Yang Qian was undulating and flickering like the tide, and he was escaping at lightning speed.

The strange thing was that a silver-grey glow kept appearing around his body. These glows surrounded his body, constantly rubbing and interweaving with his protective grey light, and then flashed with strange light layer by layer, like a dreamlike scene.

Yang Qian's face was unusually calm, like a bottomless lake, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, forming a shallow "川" character line, showing that he was still quite emotional.

Although he did not rush out of the ground with most people just now, the huge sound that came from the ground just now was like a bolt from the blue. Even though he was so deep underground, he could still feel a slight vibration. The vibration came through the strata and made his heart tremble. It can be seen how terrible the power of this explosion was.

'It seems that the other monks who rushed out were almost all killed, just like in the original book. I hope I can meet that person as expected. ' Yang Qian thought to himself, with a strange look in his eyes.

Talk about it.

Just now, the entire underground cave collapsed as if it had suffered a doomsday catastrophe, with huge rocks rolling down and dust flying. The surging waves swept in like a beast, making a deafening roar that was terrifying.

Because of the magnetic stone veins, the others did not dare to use earth escape to escape underground. They could only look terrified, grit their teeth and rush out of the ground through the gap.

But Yang Qian possessed the divine light of Yuanci, which could originally overcome all the five elements in the world and many magnetic restrictions in the world. According to the records in the original book, he was able to escape underground.

Therefore, Yang Qian looked indifferent and without hesitation, he activated the Yuan magnetic divine light and secretly left.

Moreover, just a moment before escaping underground, a nest of green-eyed true toads rushed out from the depths of the cave, covered in wounds and stumbling.

All of this was within Yang Qian's expectations, so when he ran into it head-on, he wasn't surprised at all. He just snorted coldly, quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and immediately used all his magical powers at once.

For a moment, the light shone, the magic roared, and in one encounter, all the True Toads, who were already exhausted, were annihilated. Then, he quickly collected the corpses, without any expression on his face, and immediately hid underground again.

As for the elixir like Qianxin Flower mentioned by the young man surnamed Zhu, Yang Qian had no intention of looking for it from beginning to end, as if it was not worth mentioning at all.

The power of the magnetic stone vein far exceeded Yang Qian's expectations, but his magnetic divine light was also extraordinary.

He was seen waving his hands, casting spells frequently, and with the help of the power of the Yuanci Divine Mountain, he was able to protect himself with all his strength, and with difficulty offset the huge suction coming from deeper underground. The suction was like countless invisible hands, pulling him desperately, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Although there were many Void Refinement level beings among the Yaksha tribe, most of them were fearful within the range of the magnetic stone veins and did not dare to easily go underground to track him.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian closed his eyes slightly, frowned, and began to carefully review the various situations in the original book. His expression was sometimes solemn, sometimes relaxed, as if he was constantly deducing what might happen next in his mind.

Unfortunately, because of the magnetic stone veins, his divine sense could not detect any movement nearby underground, otherwise he would be able to clearly know how things were progressing.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little helpless.

At the moment when Yang Qian's mind was constantly turning, he had already traveled thousands of miles below like a gust of wind and lightning. At this moment, the silver light around him began to gradually dim, and the light became weaker and weaker.

When the silver haze finally disappeared from his body, Yang Qian's expression changed, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. He felt that they were almost there, and immediately swept his mind over the ground.

Above was a strange place similar to a valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides and with only one exit.

The valley was lush and green with trees everywhere. There was nothing unusual, and no trace of powerful ancient beasts or alien races could be sensed.

"I guess this place is pretty good." Yang Qian thought silently in his heart.

He glanced carefully a few more times, and after confirming again and again, his eyes finally gleamed with a gleam of brilliance, and his whole body instantly turned into a purple rainbow and shot towards the ground as fast as a meteor, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and after the light faded, Yang Qian stopped steadily in the air dozens of feet above the ground.

At this moment, although his expression was calm and seemingly unperturbed, he was actually a little nervous inside.

Because, according to the records in the original book, there are two Yaksha Kings at the combined level nearby! (End of this chapter)