Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

However, Yang Qian was always thinking about the day when all five thunder-attribute flying swords would be gathered.

By then, the five thunder swords will be completed, and all kinds of unimaginable magical powers will surely bring about a huge breakthrough in Yang Qian's strength.

Especially the secret techniques recorded in the Five Thunder Sword Formation and the Five Swords Combined into One, which made Yang Qian fascinated and had been looking forward to it for a long time.

As long as we get the Bing Fire Yang Thunder this time, there will only be one kind of earth attribute Wu Earth Ming Thunder left.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian's eyes flashed wildly and he couldn't help but touch his nose.

"No matter what, I have to go in and verify it. Otherwise, I will never be willing to give up. If there is nothing, there is no loss. At most, I will waste some time and mana. But if it is Binghuo Yanglei, then I will hit a great opportunity! Maybe, in the entire spiritual world, there is only such a place that has Binghuo Yanglei!"

Yang Qian stared at the mysterious sea of ​​fog not far away. His expression changed several times, sometimes hesitant, sometimes determined, sometimes full of expectation, and sometimes full of worry.

Finally, he stopped hesitating and his expression became resolute.

"Hey!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qian clenched his fists tightly and shouted suddenly. In an instant, his whole body burst into a dazzling golden light.

This golden light was like a golden sun rising suddenly, so bright that it enveloped him completely, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Then, blue lightning crackled and burst out from the surface of his body. The lightning was like a nimble dragon, twisting its body wildly and lingering around him.

The leaping blue lightning intertwined with the golden light, illuminating the surroundings and exuding an incomparably cold and majestic aura.

Although Yang Qian did not fully unleash the Brahma True Demon Power at this moment, the power he displayed was already enough to deal with the current situation.

Feeling the surging magic power in his body, as well as the tough, strong and indestructible body, Yang Qian nodded slightly with satisfaction, a confident smile on his face.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the sea of ​​fog not far away, which was like a giant beast from the abyss. He narrowed his eyes and swept around with his sharp gaze like lightning.

"I can't see anything unusual, all the fog is exactly the same!" Yang Qian frowned inadvertently, a little unsure, not knowing which area to enter from.

However, after some consideration, he made up his mind.

"Since we have to search the entire fog sea anyway, I'll start from here and advance little by little!"

As soon as Yang Qian finished speaking in a low and firm voice, a bright light appeared around him, and in an instant it turned into a brilliant stream of light interwoven with gold and blue. Like an arrow shot from a bow, it suddenly burst out and rushed directly into the sea of ​​fog without hesitation.

With a muffled "puff" sound, Yang Qian arrived in the sea of ​​fog without encountering any resistance.

So hot!

What surprised Yang Qian was that, even though he was outside the sea of ​​fog, he did not feel the slightest bit of heat, and the air around him seemed exceptionally cool.

However, as soon as he entered the sea of ​​fog, he felt as if he was instantly in a burning furnace. A terrifying hot force surged over, trying madly to burn his body, as if turning him into ashes.

Yang Qian was secretly shocked: "This scorching power is so overbearing, no wonder there is no sign of it outside! But now that I'm here, how can I retreat so easily! I want to see if there is any Binghuo Yanglei hidden in this sea of ​​fog."

Fortunately, through the dual effects of the Vajra Sutra's indestructible protective power and the Guishui Yin Thunder's extremely yin and cold isolating power, the originally extremely terrifying feeling of heat has been mostly dispelled.

For Yang Qian, he no longer felt too much discomfort at this time, but he could still feel wisps of heat floating around him.

However, the situation in this sea of ​​fog is extremely strange and unpredictable.

Yang Qian was in the middle of it and felt that his spiritual consciousness was being tightly suppressed by an invisible giant hand. The range of his perception was greatly reduced and he could only vaguely perceive the area within a few miles around him with great difficulty.

Fortunately, thanks to Ming Qing Lingmu's magical power, which was like a light in the darkness, it gave him the ability to penetrate layers of fog, allowing him to slowly and arduously walk through this extremely dangerous sea of ​​fog.

During this period, there were several times when he was moving too fast and failed to notice the obstacles ahead in time, resulting in him suddenly crashing into the steep cliffs hidden in the sea of ​​fog.

The huge impact force caused a series of loud noises and created several terrible scenes like landslides and earthquakes.

Fortunately, Yang Qian relied on his own strong strength and adaptability to escape danger every time. It only took more than an hour for Yang Qian to sweep the entire sea of ​​fog carefully and thoroughly with his extraordinary patience and unwavering persistence.

However, the result disappointed him greatly, as he did not find anything unusual, neither precious natural treasures nor any signs of the existence of anything related to the Bing Fire Yang Thunder.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Yang Qian slowly walked out of the sea of ​​fog in the other direction, looking solemnly at the still swirling black fog in front of him. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a deviation in his previous guess.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness, and he fell into deep thought.

"Hmm? That's not right!" Yang Qian was stunned, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he had an idea, and recalling all the signs just now, he instantly discovered some key points.

"From the time I entered the sea of ​​fog until now when I came out, the heat level in the fog has remained the same! This heat is so strong that it can't possibly be produced out of thin air. I have also carefully explored the sky, and there is nothing special. So, it can only be under the mountain below!" Yang Qian's mind was like a high-speed precision instrument. His thoughts were spinning rapidly, and in an instant he locked his target on the several peaks under the sea of ​​fog.

Although, during the previous long and meticulous exploration, Yang Qian spared no effort and searched almost all of the vast, rolling mountains within the sea of ​​fog.

However, after all, he did not go deep into the underground of the mountain to explore, and the environment here was extremely harsh. His spiritual sense was severely suppressed, and this strange and extremely hot fog seriously interfered with his perception, which led to him not being able to find the real root cause. It was normal.

"Being able to exist in this sea of ​​fog, whether it is rocks or trees, they have probably been assimilated into it."

"Hmph! Since I can't find it even after this, I will just blow these mountains into pieces. I don't believe I can't find it!" A fierce look flashed across Yang Qian's face, his eyes revealing determination and ruthlessness.

He drooped his eyelids and looked coldly at one of the towering mountains hidden in the sea of ​​fog. Then he flashed and flew away quickly again.

Yang Qian's body was flashing alternately in gold and blue, like a thunder god descending to the earth. He disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only a strong arc wave.

Coming into the sea of ​​fog, Yang Qian's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on the towering mountain in front of him.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his right arm, and the skin on his arm began to wriggle violently, and countless copper coin-sized golden scales appeared instantly. The scales shone with dazzling light, as if they were made of gold and were indestructible.

As the golden scales appeared, the magic power in Yang Qian's body became as violent as a raging river, rushing madly to his right arm. There were bursts of roaring sounds coming from his meridians, as if thousands of troops were galloping.

Yang Qian closed his lips tightly, frowned, and gathered all his strength towards his right arm. At this moment, the air around him became distorted by this powerful force, forming ripples visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Yang Qian's muscles bulged, veins popped out, and a suffocating and terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from his body. The whole person was like a peerless beast walking out of the ancient wilderness. His pressure was so overwhelming that it seemed to make the heaven and earth tremble.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Qian's eyes were wide open, and his voice was as loud as a bell, and he let out a roar that shook the earth.

The roar echoed in the sea of ​​fog, causing the surrounding fog to surge. The originally thick fog seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, becoming even more chaotic.

Then, he stimulated the power of the Brahma True Demonic Art on his right arm to the extreme.

An extremely violent force that seemed to be able to tear the void apart instantly gathered on Yang Qian's fist like a tide.

Yang Qian's golden fist suddenly shone brightly, like a blazing sun, hot and dazzling, with an invincible momentum that could destroy the world, and it ruthlessly bombarded the mountain in front of him.

The next moment, there was a loud "boom" sound, the earth shook, and the whole mountain began to tremble violently.

Yang Qian's punch was so powerful that it directly blew away more than half of the mountain, almost razing it to the ground.

This is because the rocks have been assimilated by the sea of ​​fog, making them several times stronger than those outside. Otherwise, Yang Qian's punch alone would be almost as strong as a blow from a cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage, and ordinary mountains would have ceased to exist long ago.

Rumbling--

Huge rocks collapsed and countless pieces of rubble shot out in all directions like a meteor shower.

Some of the rubble was as big as houses, smashing to the ground with a whistling sound, creating huge deep pits in the solid earth and splashing dust all over the sky; some of the rubble was as small as bullets, densely flying through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and knocking the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees into flying disorder.

At this moment, sand and rocks were flying in the sea of ​​fog and the wind was howling.

The originally calm sea of ​​fog was also stirred up by this huge impact, and the surging fog madly hit the surrounding rocks, making a deafening roar.

In the sky outside the foggy sea, several birds and beasts that were frightened by Yang Qian's punch let out shrill cries and quickly fled from this disaster area.

For a moment, dust and smoke rolled, covering the sky and the sun.

Yang Qian was in the midst of this chaos, and he could clearly feel the dirt, rocks, smoke and dust all around him sweeping towards him.

He couldn't help but frown, with a look of slight disgust.

"This smoke and dust is really an eyesore."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qian suddenly raised his arm and waved it, and instantly a powerful airflow rushed out.

The airflow roared like a violent dragon, dispersing the smoke and dust in the sky with its thunderous force.

However, the strange sea of ​​fog was completely unaffected. It was still as thick and deep as before, without any movement at all.

Yang Qian actually knew this very well a long time ago.

Otherwise, if he could use some wind-attribute spell to easily blow away this annoying sea of ​​fog, he wouldn't have to go to so much trouble and effort to explore the secret.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Yang Qian's entire body began to slowly fall. His tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching during the fall, coupled with the dazzling golden light emanating from his body, which was as bright as a golden sun, and the blue lightning lingering around his body, crackling and flashing, like a smart dragon circling and dancing.

In this huge mountain range, his figure is as eye-catching as a firefly.

However, in this mysterious and strange sea of ​​fog, there was no other person from beginning to end.

Therefore, even though he is so conspicuous, he doesn't need to worry about whether he will be noticed by others.

Yang Qian slowly descended in a calm and composed manner. During the descent, not only did his consciousness remain highly alert at all times, keenly sensing all subtle changes around him, but his bright and clear spiritual eyes were also at full power. He did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and kept scanning the movements below, not missing any clues.

"No!" Yang Qian shook his head slightly disappointed, a look of loss appearing on his face.

But that was only a momentary expression of emotion, and his eyes soon became firm again.

Because Yang Qian knew very well that finding Binghuo Yanglei was not an easy task, otherwise it would have been found by others long ago.

But if you give up at this point, all your previous efforts will be wasted, and this rare opportunity will be missed.

Therefore, Yang Qian did not delay at all and went directly to the second mountain nearby without hesitation.

Before reaching the top of the mountain, he took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and then once again swung his fist that was shining with golden light and surrounded by lightning, and punched down with the force of thunder.

The entire mountain trembled, rocks broke apart, and gravel flew everywhere.

However, the results are still unsatisfactory.

But Yang Qian's determination did not waver at all. He rushed to the next mountain without stopping, repeating the previous action, punching again and again, without a trace of impatience on his face.
Just like this, time passes by quickly like a flying arrow.

After a full day and night, a young man in black stood among a pile of rocks with a gloomy and ugly face. His tall body looked a little tired at the moment, but his eyes were still bright.

rustling—

The young man's clothes fluttered slightly, and they were still spotless because of the protective spell as before. The countless collapsed rocks did not cause any impact on his clothes.

This person is Yang Qian. (End of this chapter)