Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think of the strength of those two Yaksha Kings?" The woman surnamed Xiao's eyes kept flashing with deep worry in them. She showed a hint of hesitation on her face and asked cautiously with a slightly trembling voice.

"How is it? At least it is comparable to our human cultivators in the fusion stage. Although I cannot detect their specific strength, I have seen the silver-level wood spirit of the Wood Clan before. That silver-level wood spirit is already extremely powerful, but it gives me the feeling that it is still far less powerful than the two Yakshas in front of me. The aura emanating from these two Yakshas is extremely terrifying. I am afraid they are not ordinary existences among the Yaksha Kings." Yang Qian frowned, stroking his chin lightly with his fingers, his eyes were deep, his expression was focused, and he replied slowly as if he was considering carefully.

"Fellow Daoist, do you mean that they might be the Great Yaksha King?" The woman surnamed Xiao was horrified, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but scream out, her voice full of fear, her face full of panic, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Even if it's not, it's probably the closest one." Yang Qian had a serious expression and a heavy tone, and did not answer with absolute certainty.

But even such an uncertain answer made the face of the woman surnamed Xiao instantly become extremely ugly. She was instantly shrouded in a thick layer of haze, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her lips even trembled slightly.

After several breaths, the expression of the woman surnamed Xiao gradually relaxed.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, do you know what the other party is talking about, Changnu? The other party seems to be very confident." Yang Qian suddenly asked this. In fact, he knew the situation of Changnu very well, but in order to cooperate with the following plot line, he could only pretend to be completely ignorant and asked with a confused and bewildered look on his face.

"This... I have actually heard something about it from the elders in the sect. I heard that it is a kind of half-ghost, half-demon creature that all the king-level beings in the Yaksha tribe will raise. It is usually fed with the essence and blood of the Yaksha King himself, so it will become stronger as the strength of the Yaksha King increases. And depending on the species, it will have about one-tenth to one-third of the magical powers of the Yaksha King himself, which is extremely powerful. So if these two Yakshas are really the Great Yaksha Kings, we can't defeat even the worst kind of slaves." The woman surnamed Xiao clenched her teeth, her face full of worry.

After hearing this, Yang Qian hummed and secretly controlled his muscles, making his face look slightly uncertain. In his heart, he was thinking: This plot is not much different from what I know, so I'll just go along with it for now.

"At this point, it would be better for the two of us to explain our powers and strengths to each other. This will also make it easier for us to join forces to fight the enemy." The woman surnamed Xiao said in a low voice, with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

"What? Fairy Xiao, are you really planning to fight these arrogant slaves head-on?" Yang Qian frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes just right, and asked back.

"If we don't repel them, how can we escape?" The Xiao woman was stunned when she heard this, her face full of disbelief, and she said with a little excitement: "Could it be that Brother Yang is willing to sit here and wait for death, and doesn't want to fight?"

"Don't be anxious, Fellow Daoist Xiao! You don't think those two Yaksha Kings are just decorations! It would be fine if that Changnu kills us, but if we defeat them, do you think they will really take action themselves? It seems that they have never promised us from the beginning to the end that they will spare our lives as long as we defeat Changnu." After taking a deep breath, Yang Qian said with an unusually indifferent expression on his face and a heavy tone.

When the woman surnamed Xiao heard this, her expression suddenly changed again. It was obvious that she had thought about this matter, but she just subconsciously didn't want to think about it too much.

"Then does Brother Yang have any good ideas?" The woman surnamed Xiao stared at Yang Qian with bright eyes and asked solemnly.

"No, now we can only take one step at a time and act according to circumstances. But if Changnu is really as scary as you said, we won't be able to deal with even the current hurdle. Even if we don't fight and just try to escape, how can we escape the lock of those two Yaksha Kings. Unless our cultivation suddenly increases countless times and we advance to the fusion stage, there is a slight possibility. Or we can immediately find a teleportation array nearby and be teleported tens of thousands of miles away, then we can escape." Yang Qian pursed his lips, his expression solemn, his brows tightly furrowed, and replied in a low and powerful voice.

When he spoke, his eyes seemed to be staring at the woman surnamed Xiao casually but with a bit of deliberateness. His gaze seemed calm but actually contained a mystery. He was trying to lead the topic to the teleportation array without leaving any trace.

as predicted.

Hearing what Yang Qian said, the woman surnamed Xiao was startled at first, and then a strange look flashed across her face like lightning. Her eyes fluctuated quickly, but she said nothing. She just twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was trying to hide something.

However, Yang Qian had been staring at the female cultivator named Xiao, and none of her subtle changes in expression escaped his eyes. He couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, thinking secretly: If it is just like in the original book, this woman named Xiao must have some secret technique that can allow her to teleport over long distances.

It’s just that the two of them have just started working together and their relationship is not yet deep, so the other party will definitely not easily reveal the truth.

"However, Daoist Xiao's suggestion of exchanging magical powers to join forces to fight the enemy is a last resort. At least it can save my life for a while." Yang Qian sighed helplessly, a trace of worry in his eyes, and murmured in a casual tone. He kept thinking about countermeasures in his mind, thinking about how to proceed step by step and slowly guide the other party into the game. He couldn't be too eager, so as not to arouse the other party's vigilance and defense.

Upon hearing this, a trace of hesitation flashed across the face of the woman surnamed Xiao, and she could only force out a bitter smile. She was silent for a moment, as if she was choosing her words, and then began to introduce her own skills and the magical powers and treasures she had cultivated.

Yang Qian listened attentively while secretly observing her expression, trying to capture more useful information and determine whether she was holding back. While Xiao was telling her story, she also observed Yang Qian's reaction from time to time, trying to see how sincere he was and how fake he was.

After a cup of tea, although Yang Qian and the other man deliberately slowed down their speed, they still escaped thousands of miles away like two streams of light. At this time, the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down, and there were howling winds and flying sand and rocks all around.

At this moment, two shrill cries like wolf howls suddenly came from the far distance. The sound was extremely sharp, like a sharp blade, rushing straight into the sky, shaking the surrounding clouds.

The woman named Xiao in the colorful glow was discussing countermeasures with Yang Qian with a serious look. When she heard the strange howling, her face immediately tightened and a hint of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"It's Changnu!" Yang Qian's eyes flashed, and he analyzed calmly, "Speed ​​up!"

The woman surnamed Xiao was startled when she heard that, and then nodded her head heavily. She suddenly made quick hand gestures with both hands, and her ten fingers fluttered like dancing butterflies. Suddenly, the five-colored light that enveloped them shone brightly, dazzlingly, and disappeared from the spot in a flash, taking her and Yang Qian with her.

The speed of escape instantly increased by two or three times.

After Yang Qian finished speaking, he turned around and looked back, then just stood there quietly, his eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, concentrating on sensing something, letting the woman lead him to fly forward. His body was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Although the female cultivator surnamed Xiao's speed increased so much, after escaping for only a few hundred miles, the howling sound behind became much clearer. The sound was like a spell that was urging one's life, which made people tremble with fear. Obviously, the speed of the slave was much faster than that of the female cultivator surnamed Xiao!

At the same time, Yang Qian's face was solemn, his lips slightly opened, and a faint voice came out of his mouth again:
"Friend Xiao! The two slaves are less than 300 miles away from us. They are escaping much faster than now. We can't delay them for long at the current speed. It's better to fight as far away from the two Yaksha Kings as possible. Yang will come to lend a hand to you."

As Yang Qian spoke, his shoulders trembled slightly, and one of the two wings behind him suddenly flashed with light. Suddenly, a phantom of a green roc flew out from it. The phantom was lifelike and had a fierce momentum, and it immediately disappeared into the five-colored light clouds around it.

The entire group of escaping light suddenly shook violently, and then its speed suddenly increased several times, completely turning into a faint shadow, rushing forward like lightning.

"Thank you, Brother Yang, for your help!" Seeing this, the woman surnamed Xiao's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She quickly clasped her hands together, bowed slightly, and thanked him happily. A relieved smile bloomed on her pretty face, and her rosy lips slightly opened, revealing her white teeth.

"This kind of spell consumes a lot of mana. I can't support it for too long. And I can't really escape too far, otherwise the two Yaksha Kings will probably interfere." Yang Qian frowned and shook his head gently, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Of course! Brother Yang, you'd better save some mana to deal with the enemy." The woman surnamed Xiao nodded solemnly, her eyes full of gratitude and determination. She raised her eyebrows slightly, stood straight, held the magic formula tightly with both hands, and concentrated on controlling the escape light to continue moving forward.

"That's what I thought as well." Yang Qian nodded when he heard that. His eyes gleamed with a gleam, and he secretly calculated in his heart: To be honest, no matter how powerful that slave is, he can risk damaging his spiritual power and release hundreds of gold-eating insects in one breath, or use all his strength in the Brahma True Demon Art, and it should not be a problem to force back or kill one of them.

But the key point is that there are only two Changnu, and there are two Yaksha Kings watching this place covetously from a distance all the time. How dare he act so rashly?

The most important thing is that Yang Qian needs these two rampant slaves to force the woman surnamed Xiao into a desperate situation, otherwise the other party will never use her most hidden secret teleportation technique.

All of this was within Yang Qian's plan. He had to plan carefully and not make any mistakes.

With Yang Qian's help, the two slaves behind him were unable to close the distance even though they were escaping at an incredible speed. In a blink of an eye, they chased thousands of miles away.

When Yang Qian felt that the time was right, he moved his mind and retracted the green roc phantom. He turned to look at the woman surnamed Xiao, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice:
"Friend Xiao, stop." After saying that, he straightened his body, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and stood firmly in the air with his feet.

After a moment, the two of them were quietly suspended in the air. Yang Qian's eyes were solemn, his brows were furrowed, and he stared at the distant sky without blinking. There was a thoughtful light flashing in his deep eyes, and he was silently calculating the distance between the two sides in his heart.

The woman surnamed Xiao looked nervous, her hands were unconsciously clenched, and her body was shaking slightly.

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky in the distance. Amid roars, two balls of blood several meters in size appeared and rushed towards the two of them like lightning.

Yang Qian's body was tense, his legs slightly apart, in a defensive posture, his eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching blood light, ready to respond to the impending crisis at any time.

The next moment, two balls of blood light, several meters in size, appeared like two burning meteors. With fierce momentum, they locked onto their target and rushed towards Yang Qian and the female cultivator named Xiao without slowing down at all.

Wherever the blood light passed, the void seemed to be burned and slightly distorted.

When Yang Qian saw this scene, his expression instantly became extremely solemn. Without saying a word, he rubbed his hands together quickly, and lightning flashed in an instant. Then he raised his hands suddenly, and two deafening thunderbolts exploded. Two golden electric bullets as thick as bowls roared out like dragons emerging from the sea, with crackling arcs of electricity, and rushed straight towards the two blood clouds with great momentum.

However, the two blood clouds seemed to have spiritual and invisible bodies. They rose up slightly and were extremely flexible, floating as lightly as catkins in the wind. They easily dodged the fierce electric arc and continued to rush straight towards Yang Qian without any pause.

Yang Qian's face darkened, and his ten fingers quickly made hand gestures like phantoms, muttering something.

The two golden arcs suddenly flashed, and made a sharp turn like a spirit snake, bouncing back at an incredible angle and hitting the blood cloud unexpectedly.

After two muffled "puff" sounds, an incredible scene appeared.

Such a thick golden electric arc hit the blood cloud, but it disappeared into it like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples at all, as if it was instantly swallowed up by the blood cloud, without even the slightest reaction.

Although Yang Qian had known this would happen, he still pretended to narrow his eyes, showing a look of astonishment on his face, thinking to himself: "This slave in the blood cloud is really weird. The magical power used by the fusion level should not be underestimated."

The two blood clouds moved slightly, and then flashed in front of the two of them like a ghost, more than ten feet away, at a speed so fast that it was shocking. Even the strong fishy smell emanating from the blood clouds filled their noses, making them feel nauseous.

The strange thing was that Yang Qian stood there motionless like a wooden sculpture, his expression as calm as water. However, the woman named Xiao next to him suddenly had a cold flash in her eyes and quickly activated the magic spell in her mind.

The glow in front of the woman and Yang Qian suddenly surged, and two dragon heads, about ten feet long, suddenly flashed out. The dragon heads had long necks, and quickly reached out, like lightning, biting off half of the two blood clouds one by one. (End of this chapter)