Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

at the same time.

One of the slaves was stunned when he saw the situation in front of him, and a trace of surprise flashed across his ferocious face. But then, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his limbs moved suddenly. His body instantly turned into a faint blood shadow, and disappeared at the speed of lightning. It seemed that he wanted to forcefully rush out of the sword formation and try to escape the impending crisis.

Obviously, with Changnu's cunningness, he naturally knew that continuing to stay here would inevitably lead to death, which was definitely not a good thing.

The Thunder Sword Formation is so magical that even without the other two thunder swords, it is still incredibly powerful and shining brightly.

Even though Chang Nu's movements were extremely fast, like he was moving around like a ghost, hundreds of three-colored sword threads suddenly appeared without warning from somewhere on the edge of the sword formation, like countless lively ribbons, rolling forward at the same time, instantly forming a gorgeous sword curtain.

A few dull sounds of "Puff" were heard, and countless blood clots burst out from the void, splashing blood everywhere, shocking the eyes. Then, with a flash, those blood clots magically merged into the shape of a savage. But before the monster could rush out of the sword formation again, three-color sword lights flashed around it, and dense sword threads appeared again. Those sword threads closed on it at lightning speed, as fast as the wind.

Silver, gold, and blue lights flashed out instantly, dazzling and dazzling, and then flashed away again. At the moment when the lights intersected, a powerful force burst out, cutting the arrogant slave into countless pieces again.

The loud "bang bang" sounds were like thunder exploding in the ears, deafening.

All the fragments exploded on their own, turning into thick blood mist. This blood mist seemed to have its own independent will, completely ignoring the sharp sword threads that kept cutting around it, and still rushed out of the sword formation frantically, with a fierce momentum, like a surging wave, which was frightening.

A violent wind swept in with a howling sound, the sky and the earth were dark, and sand and rocks were flying everywhere.

"Humph! As expected of a combined-level being, this arrogant slave is really difficult to deal with!" Yang Qian, who was outside, saw this scene and narrowed his eyes suddenly. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes like lightning. The air around him became extremely turbulent, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

With the skills Yang Qian has mastered, his thunder magic flying sword has more than just this magical power. He immediately urged the sword formula in his mind, and the powerful power of his spiritual thoughts was transmitted instantly, activating the amazing magical power attached to the flying sword.

The dazzling sword threads suddenly trembled, emitting a crystal white color. A trace of cold air kept gushing out from the sword threads, as if even the surrounding air was instantly frozen. The cold air spread like frost and snow, and wherever it passed, the void seemed to be frozen with tiny cracks.

Even at a very long distance away, the surrounding grass and trees were instantly covered with frost, withering and dying.

In this way, even though the blood mist was invisible and could change its shape at will, after being cut through by these extremely cold sword threads, thick layers of ice appeared on its surface in an instant.

As the ice layer spread rapidly, it tightly wrapped the blood mist in the blink of an eye.

Finally, there was a crisp "crackling" sound, like the sound of breaking ice, and the blood mist completely turned into a huge block of crystal ice, trapping it tightly inside, unable to move at all.

The rumbling sound of thunder was deafening and echoed in the empty sky and earth. Countless thin arcs of electricity shot out from the sword threads at the same time, like thousands of silver snakes dancing wildly. The three colors of lightning intertwined together, forming a gorgeous and deadly electric grid.

Suddenly, under the cover of the three-color electric light, the entire ice block was instantly shattered by the powerful force and completely turned into crystal powder, floating all over the sky like a dazzling ice firework.

The strong wind blew the powder away and scattered it everywhere.

Seeing this scene, a look of surprise instantly blossomed on the delicate little face of the woman surnamed Xiao, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but slightly rise. That smile was like a spring flower gently blooming in the breeze, beautiful and moving.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't be distracted! It's still extremely dangerous!" Yang Qian was not affected by the situation at all. He was still calm and composed, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes were as firm as torches as he warned. His hands were seen changing spells quickly like phantoms, and the magic power around him was fluctuating violently, as if an invisible but powerful aura was surrounding him.

"What? Fellow Daoist Yang, didn't you give this arrogant slave to me?" The female cultivator surnamed Xiao was confused, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and there was a bit of doubt in her beautiful eyes. She was about to ask. However, the next moment, her smile suddenly froze, and she stood there like a wooden sculpture, her eyes wide open, full of astonishment and disbelief.

The crystal powder suddenly glowed with blood, as if it was given life, and dissolved into blood-red droplets. Before the surrounding sword threads could cut again, the droplets all shot back at lightning speed.

Then, a flash of blood appeared in the center of the sword formation, and the light was dazzling, and it gathered into the Changnu. Although the blood light on the Changnu's body was a little dim, it was not too obvious.

Although the Thunder Sword Formation just now forced the monster back, it did not seem to cause any real damage to it.

Yang Qian was not surprised. He looked calm and composed, his lips tightly closed, and he said nothing. The magic power in his body flowed like the tide, pushing the sword formation to its full power.

Suddenly, the sword threads appeared in the sword formation layer by layer, more and more, densely packed, and there seemed to be thousands of them. Those sword threads flashed with cold light, and all rolled towards the center, more than twice as fast as before, making bursts of air-breaking sounds, and they would be able to completely close in a moment, as if they were going to strangle this arrogant slave to death.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Qian glanced sharply, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

The woman named Xiao outside the sword formation, after experiencing the shock, looked determined, and she had closed her eyes at some point, with a breath flowing around her body, as if she had made some important decision. She held the magic plate in one hand, and kept chanting mysterious and obscure spells. The sound of the spells was like the sound of immortals, echoing in the void.

Obviously, the great magical power that the female cultivator surnamed Xiao wanted to display required such a long time to activate the flag formation. The thirty-six flags in the formation trembled slightly amid the rolling of countless silver runes, as if responding to some mysterious power.

And these runes are all silver tadpole scripts, each of which sparkles with mysterious light and contains endless mysteries.

Looking at those silver tadpoles, Yang Qian's expression changed slightly, and his heart was slightly disturbed, but at this moment, another arrogant slave in the sword formation attacked fiercely.

This slave was completely different from the first one. Its limbs were as steady as a rock in the center of the sword formation, without moving a step. However, it spread its wings behind it, like a demon descending to the earth, and dozens of blood-red tentacles suddenly spurted out from all parts of its body. Each tentacle was several feet long, as thin as a thread, but contained endless evil power.

Before Yang Qian could figure out what was going on, the blood threads suddenly trembled and began to dance wildly, turning into a blurry whip shadow like a violent storm. The whip shadow was so fierce that it completely covered itself. From a distance, the whip shadow looked like a bloody giant ball, emitting a chilling bloody smell, and it was also growing wildly at an alarming speed, as if it was going to break the sky and the earth.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the blood ball collided with the surrounding sword threads.

For a moment, the light was bright, the energy was overflowing, and the void was shaking.

The harsh friction sound rang out amid the fierce interweaving of sword light and blood light, shaking the sky like thousands of horses galloping.

The powerful force of Yang Qian's sword formation was actually blocked by the blood-colored whip shadow, and it could not be broken through as quickly as before.

"These two arrogant slaves are really not simple!" Yang Qian's pupils suddenly shrank, like a needle tip, and he quickly pinched his hands together, muttering something. The endless stream of sword threads in all directions once again emitted a white misty and extremely cold air, which was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze everything in the world in an instant. This extremely cold air was like a surging wave, sweeping over the blood shadow.

There was a loud "puff" sound, Yang Qian frowned, and a solemn look appeared on his face. As soon as the misty cold air touched the bloody whip shadow, it was immediately rebounded by an invisible force, as if it hit a copper wall.

Even though the tentacles were frozen by the extreme cold, they immediately shattered without a trace during the crazy dance, as if they had never existed. The cold air was indeed useless as expected, which made Yang Qian breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the blood light flashed on the body of this arrogant slave, and the light was dazzling. Dozens of tentacles flew out, like blood-red lightning, and joined in the wild dance. Suddenly, the blood ball made a rumbling sound, like thunder, deafening.

The sword thread that was originally in a stalemate with the blood ball was forced to slowly retreat as it intertwined with the tentacles, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like a losing battle. The other slave seemed to be inspired by his companion's actions. After rolling, his body instantly turned into a blurry blood shadow, and with an indomitable momentum, he plunged into the sword thread on the other side.

Countless blood threads emerged from the surface of his body, and spun rapidly at the same time, forming a terrifying blood-red vortex. As a result, the same scene appeared, and the sword threads were forced to retreat step by step by the blurred blood shadow, unable to stop, as if they were vulnerable to this powerful force.

Yang Qian took another deep breath this time, trying to calm himself down. He was actually prepared for this. After all, the two slaves were not ordinary virtual-level monsters, and their strength was extremely fierce. Moreover, his thunder sword formation was incomplete, lacking two flying swords of fire and earth attributes, and its power was greatly reduced. Otherwise, he would not have been forced back by the two monsters so quickly.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian shook his sleeves lightly, and more than ten bright gold and silver balls rolled into his hands. He hid these lightning beads in his sleeves, staring at the situation in the sword formation, his face indifferent, like a cold statue.

At the same time, Yang Qian moved his eyes silently and glanced at the female cultivator named Xiao, waiting for her move.

Suddenly, the low chanting sound paused, as if it had been cut off, and stopped abruptly.

"The magic disk has been activated?!" Yang Qian was delighted and turned his head to look.

The woman surnamed Xiao held the mysterious magic disk tightly in both hands, her eyes were closed, and her expression was solemn and focused. She was muttering something, and the sound of the spell was low and slow at first, like a mysterious whisper from ancient times. As time went by, the rhythm of the spell gradually accelerated, and the sound became more and more high-pitched.

I saw beads of sweat starting to appear on the forehead of the woman surnamed Xiao, slowly sliding down her fair cheeks. Her whole body was trembling slightly, and she was obviously under great pressure. But the magic disk in her hand was constantly absorbing the spiritual power emanating from her body, and the light became stronger and stronger.

The silver runes on the magic plate seemed to be ignited, lighting up one after another, flashing dazzling light. They slowly rose from the magic plate and quickly rotated around the woman surnamed Xiao, forming a dazzling rune halo.

At the same time, the surrounding heaven and earth energy began to rush towards the woman surnamed Xiao frantically, forming visible air vortices around her body.

The face of the woman surnamed Xiao became paler and paler, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on continuously injecting spiritual power into the magic disk. The light on the magic disk began to become unstable, sometimes as strong as the sun, and sometimes as dim as the stars. But she had no intention of giving up and continued to use all her strength to activate the magic spell.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of the woman surnamed Xiao, the magic disk burst out with an extremely powerful force. The force turned into a golden beam of light that shot straight into the sky, instantly dispelling the surrounding haze, and the sky was dyed golden.

At the same time, the dense silver runes stopped rotating and were neatly arranged around the woman surnamed Xiao, forming a powerful protective barrier.

Not only that, the sky had become gloomy and gray at some point, filled with haze, with only this area shining with golden light.

There was even a gust of cold wind blowing nearby. Although the wind was not strong, it was icy cold once it touched the bone, as if it could instantly penetrate the heart and lungs, making people shudder. This woman's spell was able to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, which showed how powerful this magical power was.

In addition, there was an unusually powerful pressure coming from the magic plate in the hand of the woman surnamed Xiao.

The power was so strong that Yang Qian's eyelids jumped and he was secretly shocked.

This pressure actually gave him the same unfathomable and strange feeling as when he was facing two combined-level Yaksha Kings just now.

Yang Qian's face twitched suddenly, his brows furrowed, and his expression was full of strangeness.

Then he focused his attention on the magic plate in the hand of the woman surnamed Xiao, but was dazzled by the dazzling light and his vision was blurred, and he could not see anything clearly.

Without thinking too much, Yang Qian made a decision immediately. He glared with blue light in his eyes, and used his clear eyes to the fullest. Suddenly, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he saw the situation in the magic plate clearly.

"Golden seal script!"

Yang Qian's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself. A look of "as expected" appeared on his face, his lips slightly opened and closed, and no one knew what he was thinking. (End of this chapter)