Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"The universe is boundless, and the sword is controlled by thunder!"

Yang Qian looked solemn, like a god controlling thunder. He muttered something, and the profound and unclear mantras echoed in the room.

His hands danced like the wind, he made hand gestures, and rays of spiritual light flowed between his fingers.

"what!"

Suddenly, Yang Qian's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, and saw the silver Gengjin Tribulation Thunder like a mad dragon emerging from the world, the golden evil-repelling divine thunder was like the flame of the sun, and the blue Guishui Yin Thunder was like a whirlpool of the sea of ​​stars.

Three extremely thick arcs of electricity spurted out one after another with a devastating momentum. In the middle of the open space in the house, they stood in the void in the shape of a Chinese character "品", and instantly swirled slowly and violently.

Only the crackling sound of the electric arc continued to ring, like the roar of thunder, and the flashing light illuminated the entire room, as if turning this place into a realm of thunder.

"Hu——" Yang Qian slowly exhaled a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the turbid air in his body.

Then, he opened his eyes wide and let out a low roar, the sound of which was like thunder, shaking the surroundings.

Click!
In an instant, a purple electric dragon burst out from Yang Qian's body, with its fangs and claws bared and a majestic aura. It was the thunder-attributed magic power that he had cultivated himself.

Countless purple arcs of electricity surged out of its body like a tide, shooting towards the sky above the three divine thunders. The arcs were densely packed, interweaving into a gorgeous purple light curtain, and then entangled with each other without stopping, instantly forming a huge purple electric net.

Yang Qian stared at the electric net with a solemn look in his eyes. He put his right fingers together to form a sword, and his arm was as steady as a rock, pointing at the electric net from a distance.

The next moment, as if driven by an invisible magical force, the purple electric net suddenly pressed down with tremendous force.

There was a loud "crackling" sound, and the purple electric grid was successfully connected with the three major divine thunders: Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, Exorcism Divine Thunder and Guishui Yin Thunder.

For a moment, the lightning became brighter, and the four colors of silver, gold, blue and purple burst out. The whole space was filled with the violent aura of thunder and lightning, which was daunting.

"almost."

As Yang Qian's mutterings sounded softly in this quiet space, he swung his sleeves suddenly, and suddenly, from the storage bracelet on his wrist and the storage ring on his finger, hundreds of rare materials of various colors and shapes began to fly out one after another like twinkling stars.

There are spirit stones that emit a soft glow; there are extremely rare Taiyan divine diamonds, whose surface glows green; and there are extremely hard blasting tungsten steels that flash with a cold metallic luster.
When those hundreds of materials of various shapes and sizes floated slowly onto the purple electric net, Yang Qian had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes suddenly flashed and he looked at all the materials.

There was no mistake at all, and Yang Qian immediately nodded with satisfaction.

Then he clapped his hands violently, rubbed them together quickly, and then pushed them forward violently.

The Vermillion Bird Stone, which had long been freed from the suppression of the three divine thunders, appeared out of thin air from his palm. With a "whoosh", it turned into a stream of light in an instant and in the blink of an eye he fiercely threw it into the huge electric net.

There was only a loud bang, and the light was as dazzling as the sun. An extremely powerful wave of lightning instantly spread out wildly in all directions with an overwhelming force.

"Zizzizi!"

Countless red arcs suddenly erupted from the Vermillion Bird Stone. It was the Bing Fire Yang Thunder trying its best to resist.

"How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the brilliance of the sun and the moon?"

Yang Qian whispered indifferently, his expression full of disdain.

Not to mention that the arc of the Bing Fire Yang Thunder is extremely thin. Compared with the Geng Metal Tribulation Thunder, the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder and the Gui Water Yin Thunder that have been refined for many years, it is simply a world of difference.

The carefully arranged formation in this room alone contained endless mysteries and powerful force, which was enough to suppress the Binghuo Yanglei and Suzaku Stone firmly, preventing them from causing any waves.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Qian suddenly roared, his voice like a loud bell, shaking the entire cave.

He just raised his arms and all the magic power in his body surged out like a surging river. The powerful force drove the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, the Guishui Yin Thunder, together with his own majestic purple lightning magic power, with the force of thunder, they broke through the defensive power grid built by the Binghuo Yang Thunder in one fell swoop.

It's now!

Yang Qian's pupils suddenly condensed, and a dazzling electric light flashed rapidly in his eyes. He saw the critical opportunity. He swung his left arm again, and countless refining materials were like stars, turning into streams of light and directly rushing into the power grid.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the endless crackling of electricity, "crackling", like the roar of thunder, deafening.

Occasionally, there was the sound of Yang Qian muttering to himself as he cast a spell, sometimes high, sometimes low, echoing endlessly in this small space.
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More than three months later.

Suddenly, a burst of wanton and triumphant laughter was heard from the secret room. The laughter broke through the confinement of the secret room and echoed throughout the cave.

“Hahaha! I finally did it!”

The man's voice was filled with excitement and irrepressible excitement.

It was Yang Qian.

He was seen standing there with a slightly tired look on his face, but his unstoppable smile was as bright as the warm spring sun, and his eyes were flashing with ecstasy. It was after more than three months of unremitting efforts and continuous refining that this fourth lightning sword was finally completed.

"Bing Fire Yang Thunder Sword!"

Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he murmured excitedly. He was seen holding a red sword tightly in his right hand. The sword was about four feet long, slender and straight, like a burning fire dragon.

The entire sword exudes a burning aura, as if it had just been tempered in a raging fire. The heat waves are rolling, making people dare not approach it easily.

The sword blade is extremely sharp, shining coldly like autumn frost, and its edge is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet indestructible.

Looking closely, there are fine and regular textures on the blade, which are faintly visible. At first glance, you can tell that it is definitely not an ordinary product.

The hilt was made of an unknown deep red metal, which matched the red blade perfectly. There were some patterns carved on it. Holding it in the hand, it felt warm and comfortable, and it fit the palm perfectly. A fingernail-sized crystal was inlaid at the end of the hilt. This crystal was surrounded by strands of red arcs, which flickered and jumped from time to time.

hum-

Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and shook his right hand violently. The sword body hummed and dozens of thin red arcs of electricity jumped faintly on the blade like nimble little snakes, making a "sizzling" sound from time to time.

Nodding with satisfaction, Yang Qian once again firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly handed the Binghuo Yanglei Sword to his eyes. He looked at his face full of joy and expectation reflected on the sword with burning eyes, and his heart became more and more excited.

"What a sword!"

Yang Qian grinned, raised his left hand, and with his fingers trembling slightly, he gently stroked the blade of the Binghuo Yanglei Sword.

In the tiny gap between his fingers and the sword, red electric arcs danced happily, as if demonstrating the power and uniqueness of the sword.

After all, this is a sword made using Vermillion Bird Stone and Bing Fire Yang Thunder. Just based on these two points, there are few magic weapons in the spiritual world that can match it.

Without observing for too long, Yang Qian suddenly loosened his right hand with quick and decisive movements.

Then he opened his mouth again, and saw the Binghuo Yanglei Sword spinning rapidly, and in an instant it quickly shrank to the size of a thin needle.

Then, Yang Qian suddenly sucked it into his mouth, and it fell into his dantian in an instant.

In the Dantian, the Bing Fire Yang Thunder Sword, the Geng Metal Tribulation Thunder Sword, the Yi Wood Positive Thunder Sword, and the Gui Water Yin Thunder Sword gathered together. The four thunder swords slowly turned, arcs of electricity flashed on the sword bodies, interweaving into a brilliant electric light.

Now that the Binghuo Yanglei Sword has just been refined, it is still in its infancy. It still needs a period of careful nurturing before it can be perfectly integrated with Yang Qian's magic power and mind, so as to exert its best and powerful effect.

"There is only one Wu Earth Dark Thunder Sword that has not been refined. What a pity. The search for Wu Earth Dark Thunder has made no progress so far. I don't know when we can find it." Yang Qian frowned slightly inadvertently, his two sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was troubled.

However, he soon relaxed slowly and his expression returned to calm.

"Just after I refined the Bing Fire Yang Thunder Sword, I thought of the Wu Earth Ming Thunder Sword. I was really greedy and anxious. This kind of impatience is not the right way to practice. Forget it, I will just search slowly." As he spoke, a relieved smile appeared on Yang Qian's face, which was like a spring breeze that immediately dispelled the gloom on his face.

Now his cultivation is only at the stage of transformation of spirit, but he has already successfully refined the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword, Yimu Positive Thunder Sword, Guishui Yin Thunder Sword and Binghuo Yang Thunder Sword.

If you think about this kind of achievement carefully, under such circumstances, Wu Earth Dark Thunder must not be far away.

Moreover, even if he could not find the trace of Wu Earth Dark Thunder in a short period of time, Yang Qian still had the powerful secret techniques such as the Brahma True Demon Art as a solid backing.

With the help of these secret techniques, he could still easily leave the cultivators of the same level far behind, creating a huge gap, and even possessed the powerful strength to fight against opponents of higher levels.

"Speaking of secret techniques, after this retreat is over, we must find the territory of the Tianpeng tribe as soon as possible. That heaven-defying technique must be obtained at all costs." Yang Qian touched his chin, his eyes full of anticipation, because that technique was already within reach.

"However, now that the magic weapon has been refined, the next step is to improve my cultivation. Otherwise, if I rashly rush to the territory of the Tianpeng Clan, I will definitely not be able to pass the first level given the current situation."

After understanding this, Yang Qian no longer hesitated. He made a prompt decision and released several giant ape puppets with a wave of his hand. This was also the type of puppet he often used.

Afterwards, Yang Qian gently stroked his head and released the second Nascent Soul. Then he moved his spiritual consciousness slightly and ordered it to take charge of all affairs in the ripening cave.

He himself closed the door of the secret room tightly.

From then on, the secret room became his own place for cultivation. He began to concentrate on practicing and improving his skills without distraction.

Here, there is an abundant supply of elixirs, and Yang Qian keeps taking spiritual fruits such as the Dragon Scale Fruit, with the assistance of wonderful spells such as the Bone Tempering Spell. His magic power becomes stronger and stronger every day, and his body becomes stronger and stronger, with new muscles reinforced every day, as if he has been reborn and is changing with each passing day.

During this period, Yang Qian not only practiced the Brahma True Demon Art, but also, after successfully refining his hands with the Yuanci Divine Mountain and the Five Sons of Concentric Demon into one, he immediately began to follow the Hundred Meridians Refining Treasure Technique and began to melt the four thunder-attributed flying swords, namely the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword, Yimu Positive Thunder Sword, Guishui Yin Thunder Sword and Binghuo Yang Thunder Sword, one by one into the vital bones around the body.

If it can be condensed successfully as desired, leaving aside other things, just combined with the astonishing power contained in the Brahma True Demon Art, the defense of these vital parts will inevitably reach an incredible and extraordinary level.

I'm afraid that even if a cultivator at the Void Refinement Stage attacks with all his strength, he would be able to take it without any problems with his physical body alone.

Of course, this is completely different from the condensation of the hands. The condensation process of the bones in the vital parts of the body is naturally more complicated and delicate, and the time it takes is simply unimaginable.

Hence, the door of the secret room where Yang Qian was was tightly closed from then on and never opened again.

However, every few years, the second Nascent Soul would transform into an illusory shadow and silently sink into the wall, shuttling in and out of it, and delivering some precious elixirs and fruits to Yang Qian to ensure his cultivation needs.

Time flies by like a white horse, the months pass quietly, and the years go by silently.

In the blink of an eye, a long sixty years have passed.

During this long period of time, the world outside the secret room was changing rapidly, but Yang Qian in the secret room was focused and immersed in the long journey of cultivation.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter, the blooming and falling of flowers in the outside world seem to have nothing to do with him. In his heart, there is only the persistent pursuit of a higher realm and the endless desire to cultivate magical powers.

During these sixty years, the secret room where Yang Qian was located remained silent, as if it was empty.

However, no one knows what kind of amazing appearance Yang Qian will appear in front of the world when this tightly closed door opens again.

One day sixty years later, on another hill more than twenty miles away from the towering mountain where Yang Qian's cave was located, two groups of black and yellow evil spirits appeared and disappeared on the top of the hill like ghosts.

During this time, faint voices were heard. It was obvious that some monsters were whispering and plotting something here.

In the black evil spirit, there were two silver eyes blinking constantly; in the yellow evil spirit, there was a single red eye.

The two monsters actually seemed to have noticed the concealing illusion array that Yang Qian had carefully arranged outside the cave gate. They kept looking at the illusion array with eyes full of surprise and suspicion.

However, the two monsters were extremely wary of Yang Qian's cave, and did not dare to act rashly. They did not take any action immediately. Instead, they hurriedly dispersed and disappeared on the spot after a short conversation. (End of this chapter)