Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

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The remaining blood cloud instantly dissipated and disappeared, turning into wisps of blood mist that dissipated into the void.

Seeing this scene, the woman surnamed Xiao showed a look of great joy and was about to turn her head to say something to Yang Qian.

Yang Qian's pupils suddenly shrank, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. He calmly analyzed and said, "Be careful, these two things are very fast, don't be fooled by their movements."

"What?" The Xiao woman was stunned when she heard the words, her face full of confusion and astonishment, and she hurriedly looked in the direction Yang Qian was looking. Only then did she discover that two blood-red monsters that looked like wolves and apes had appeared in the sky dozens of feet away from them.

Just now, at the moment when the blood cloud was destroyed, these two monsters relied on their terrifying speed and escaped from the blood cloud in a flash.

Because his escape technique was too fast and silent, the woman surnamed Xiao was unable to detect it immediately.

On the contrary, Yang Qian, who used his Ming and Qing spiritual eyes, saw through it at a glance with his keen insight.

The two monsters stood quietly at very high places on both sides, with ape heads, wolf bodies, bat wings, and bright red bodies. From their fang-filled mouths, a thin snake core would occasionally flicker in and out. Their pair of red eyes flashed with cruelty and cunning glances, as if they were plotting some conspiracy. At first glance, they were monsters with extremely high intelligence.

This is what is called a changnu!
Although the woman surnamed Xiao had heard about it before and had some mental preparation, she still couldn't help but tremble all over after seeing the real thing. Her face turned pale in an instant, her eyes were filled with fear, and she felt creepy.

“My divine thunder that can ward off evil is ineffective against them. It seems that they are not formed by some evil creatures. Some of the extremely yang-powered techniques to ward off evil are unlikely to have much effect on them. We can only fight them face to face.” Yang Qian said calmly, his face as calm as water.

He thought to himself: I certainly won't use Gengjin Robbery Thunder and Guishui Yin Thunder. Maybe there will be some effect, but it won't be too big, not to mention it will affect the direction of the plot.

Therefore, after Yang Qian thought for a moment, he suddenly touched the back of his head with one hand, and a gray light burst out, the light was dazzling, and after a sweep, it suddenly turned into a layer of gray light curtain that protected his entire body.

At the same time, a black hill was looming in the rosy glow, spinning around and emitting a mysterious and powerful aura, which was extremely magical.

The woman surnamed Xiao had a solemn expression, her brows were furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and she was muttering something at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, the void in front of her began to tremble violently again, as if ripples were appearing.

The other three dragon heads and the entire body of the five-headed dragon also appeared one after another. Their bodies were several times larger than the last time, like a towering mountain, exuding a shocking pressure.

As if they were spirits, the five heads swayed in unison towards the two rampant slaves in the sky, making low roars and threatening gestures.

At this moment, one of the two rampant slaves suddenly took action first.

I saw a flash of blood in its eyes, like a streak of blood across the night sky. The bright red bat wings behind it flapped lightly, and the whole body flashed like a ghost, and instantly turned into an extremely thin blood thread that shot out at an astonishing speed. Then there was another flash, and it disappeared out of thin air.

In an instant, a bright light of blood appeared, so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at. The figure of Cang Nu appeared above the heads of Yang Qian and the others like a ghost, and he pounced down without hesitation, bringing up a gust of heart-pounding wind.

Yang Qian's eyes twitched and he glanced at him coldly.

The five huge heads of the five-headed dragon swallowed it up without any hesitation, and at the same time, let out a roar of "Aohou——" that shook the sky.

However, Chang Nu's figure shook, and his body disappeared like liquid, becoming invisible in an instant.

"Crack--" The five dragon heads bit into the empty space at the same time, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Before he could understand what was happening, dense and thin blood threads mysteriously appeared all over the bodies of the five-headed dragon. Those blood threads crisscrossed like a spider web and disappeared in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, the five heads along with the huge body of the dragon turned into countless pieces without any warning, like broken porcelain, and disappeared one after another.

A trace of the spirit of the five-colored dragon was actually dispersed by Chang Nu's thunder-like attack and disappeared into the void.

"what?"

The female cultivator named Xiao's eyes opened wide, her pupils shrank rapidly, and her face was filled with disbelief and surprise. Her cherry lips opened slightly and she gasped rapidly. She never expected that the dragon she had summoned with all her strength could not even last a single round in the blink of an eye.

Just as the female cultivator surnamed Xiao was shocked on the spot, her whole body seemed to be frozen, her mind was blank, and before she could react, one of the rampant slaves suddenly showed a hideous grin on his wolf-like and ape-like face. That smile seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, making people shudder.

Then, a flash of blood appeared in the void, as if a demon opened its bloody mouth, and countless blood threads as thin as hair emerged out of thin air. Those blood threads emitted a strange light and a disgusting bloody smell, and rushed towards the woman surnamed Xiao at lightning speed and covered her whole body.

Yang Qian snorted coldly, his face was stern, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. The gray light in front of him spread out like a tide, instantly protecting the woman tightly underneath it.

A black hill flashed and instantly appeared above the woman's head as if teleporting, emitting a cold and heavy aura.

The blood thread suddenly became crystal clear and the light was dazzling. With a whizzing sound, it was like a sharp blade that directly cut into the gray cloud and cut it apart without being affected at all. The gray cloud seemed to be as fragile as a piece of paper and could not withstand a single blow.

Immediately, countless blood threads were cut firmly onto the black hill, and sparks flew everywhere.

Almost at the same time, the space where Yang Qian was located suddenly fluctuated, and a faint blood shadow quietly emerged. Two sharp claws flashing with cold light stretched out instantly, grabbing out silently, without any sound, as strange and unpredictable as a ghost's attack.

In the blood shadow, a pair of cunning eyes flashed, revealing endless insidiousness and cruelty. It turned out that another slave had sneaked near Yang Qian at some point, and when he was attracted by another slave, he suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Even someone with such a strong spiritual awareness as Yang Qian did not notice anything beforehand. If he had not known the plot in the original book, it would have been difficult to resist.

Fortunately, when the sharp claws grabbed the gray light that protected his body, Yang Qian had already made preparations.

The pair of sharp claws of the slave shook lightly, and the claws suddenly appeared, extremely sharp, and immediately split the gray light and grabbed Yang Qian's back like lightning. At this moment, Yang Qian suddenly narrowed his eyes, stared to the side, his eyes were like lightning, and then suddenly shouted, his voice was like a bell.

"Hey!"

A robe covered with flashing arcs suddenly appeared on Yang Qian's body. The arcs on the robe crackled and emitted a heart-pounding power.

Followed by.

There was a sudden thunderous sound, crackling non-stop!
The two sharp claws of the slave grabbed the robe fiercely, and there was a loud rumbling sound, like bursts of thunder. In the violent arc of electricity, the bright red arm suddenly emitted wisps of green smoke, and the pungent smell of burning filled the air.

But the two claws were like indestructible divine weapons. With just a slight movement of the five fingers, they pierced through the thunder cannon and were about to grab Yang Qian's back firmly.

But at this moment, suddenly four blurry golden arms appeared out of thin air behind Yang Qian, and the golden arms shone brightly, as if they were made of gold.

Yang Qian stared at Chang Nu with his eyes wide open, his eyes burning with anger. The corners of his mouth were tight, revealing a sense of determination.

The four golden arms attacked Fengyun's two claws lightly, but for some reason, they were able to arrive first and block the pair of sharp claws. A strange sound like metal friction was made, which was sharp and piercing and made people's teeth ache.

There was a flash of blood on the sharp claws, and a powerful force burst out. The golden arms and limbs immediately shattered into pieces, turning into golden light and dissipating in the air.

But with this little delay, Yang Qian twisted his body, as flexible as a spirit snake, and shot out as a white silk, as fast as lightning. More than 20 feet away, a flash of light appeared, and he reappeared and stood firmly.

Yang Qian's eyes were cold as he stared at the arrogant slave who had attacked him. His face was extremely gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.

'Although he didn't use the full power of the Brahma True Demonic Art, this slave is really fierce. I'm afraid that ordinary cultivators in the Void Refining Stage may not be his opponent.' Yang Qian thought to himself, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes flashed with a thoughtful light.

However, Yang Qian was not too afraid of this. He still stood there as before, with a calm and indifferent expression.

He was confident that even if he could fully activate the Brahma True Demonic Power, he would not fall into a disadvantage at the hands of Chang Nu. After all, his strength was not to be underestimated.

The slave seemed a little surprised that his attack failed. He stood there, his body trembling slightly, his eyes rolling around, revealing a hint of doubt and unwillingness. He opened his fang-filled mouth and let out a low roar from time to time. The sound seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, carrying endless anger and threats.

On the other side, the woman surnamed Xiao used Yang Qian's Yuanci Divine Mountain to block the dense blood threads, and then her body shook, and she teleported dozens of feet away in an instant like a ghost. Her hair was a little messy, her breathing was a little rapid, and her face was full of tension.

The blood gathered in the middle and instantly began to wriggle as if it had life, returning to its original form of an ape-headed wolf. Its ferocious face was twisted, and it stared at the woman surnamed Xiao with murderous eyes, as if it wanted to eat her alive. Obviously, the two slaves had already divided their targets, staring at Yang Qian and the woman, ready to launch a new round of attacks at any time. The tense atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

"Friend Xiao, let's proceed according to the plan!" Yang Qian suddenly said to the woman with a serious expression. His eyes were deep, as if hiding endless thoughts.

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, the woman surnamed Xiao's pretty face condensed slightly. She nodded without hesitation, flipped one hand, and suddenly a magic plate emitting a faint light appeared in her hand. The other hand flashed with white light, and she slapped the magic plate hard.

Yang Qian glanced at the magic plate of the female cultivator named Xiao inconspicuously. Although his eyes seemed indifferent on the surface, as if he was unmoved, his fingers moved slightly imperceptibly, and a wave of emotion was stirred deep in his heart.

Then he sighed secretly and watched the actions of the female cultivator named Xiao silently. Although he seemed calm, he was actually struggling fiercely in his heart.

You know, the long-distance teleportation ability stimulated by this magic disc is probably extremely rare in the spiritual world. It uses the immortal language such as "Golden Seal Script".

It would be a lie to say that Yang Qian was not tempted. At this moment, it was as if there were two villains arguing fiercely in his heart.

'If I can unleash my full power of the Brahma True Demonic Art and then suppress it with the Void Emperor Cauldron, I think I will be able to do it.' This thought popped up in Yang Qian's mind. Once this idea appeared, it grew wildly like weeds, causing his heartbeat to speed up a bit.

But then he shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.

"That's all! There are so many treasures in the world. If I kill people to steal treasures, how can I ascend to the immortal world if I can't control my heart of Taoism in the future? " Various thoughts quickly flashed through Yang Qian's mind, and justice and evil, desire and perseverance collided fiercely.

In the end, his determination to pursue the Dao was as firm as a rock. He overcame the evil thoughts in his heart, retracted his gaze, and his eyes became clear and firm again.

The female cultivator named Xiao naturally had no idea that in just this short moment, she had just had a close call with death and almost died at the hands of her own teammates.

There was a loud "puff puff" sound, like the sudden beating of dense drums.

Suddenly, with the two slaves as the center, the void over a hundred feet away seemed to ripple, and thirty-six small flags of different colors suddenly appeared.

When these small banners first appeared from thin air, they were only an inch in size and inconspicuous.

But when the Xiao woman cast a spell, they suddenly shone brightly and grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, they became more than ten feet long, standing between heaven and earth like giant pillars.

Runes were rolling on each pole, like countless nimble little snakes swimming around, glowing with light, full of aura, and emitting a powerful, heart-pounding aura.

At almost the same time, Yang Qian also quickly made a hand gesture, and within the flag, sparkling three-colored sword threads appeared out of thin air.

The sword threads were as thin as hair, yet flashed with a chilling light. They appeared and disappeared, carrying a fierce murderous intent as they ruthlessly surrounded the two rampant slaves in the middle, like a dense net of swords, to strangle them completely.

Yang Qian and this woman had already set up the Thunder Sword Formation and this nameless flag formation around them. It was obviously a carefully planned formation, and they were just waiting for this moment to deal a fatal blow to the two rampant slaves.

At this moment, I still don't know what the flag formation does, but the power of the thunder sword formation alone immediately trapped the two slaves in it. (End of this chapter)