Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Just six days later, several groups of demonic energy gathered again in the air outside Yang Qian's cave.

This time, the attacking monsters no longer hid their bodies, but instead blatantly raised a demonic wind. Thousands of various ferocious beasts and strange insects appeared on the ground, gathered together with a menacing momentum, and were bold enough to attack Yang Qian's cave.

However, if they knew that the person in the cave was a god-transforming being, would they still have such courage?

The several monsters that appeared in the air all had different shapes.

One was a giant blue and white python with three heads, one big and two small, looking extremely ferocious; the other was a gigantic wild boar with a body of sixty or seventy feet in size, with a pair of huge fangs shining silver, as if they were made of pure silver.

The last two monsters were somewhat similar to the two leading monsters in the beast battle that Yang Qian had seen that day. One was a giant ape with golden hair, several meters tall, and shining all over. It held a huge black fork in one hand, and the other was a small monster with a bull's head and a lion's body. However, it was only a few feet long, but its whole body was emerald green, as if it was carved from jade.

If Yang Qian were here, he would be able to see at a glance that these monsters were the level six or seven monsters that he had once sensed in the nearby mountains.

Among these monsters, the ox-headed monster is the strongest, having already reached the realm of level seven monsters. It is only one step away from becoming a transformed monster.

For some unknown reason, these monsters gathered together and attacked his cave.

But even though Yang Qian was now in seclusion and oblivious to everything in the outside world, he had worked all night and had already set up a forbidden magic array in advance. With his means as a divine cultivator, how could he be broken by these mid-level monsters who only relied on instinct to cultivate their magical powers?

The groups of beasts and poisonous insects were finally able to break through the outermost layer of the illusion array with great momentum under the strong urging of several monsters in the air.

However, as soon as they stepped in, they immediately triggered the defensive formation carefully set up by Yang Qian.

Suddenly, a purple glow appeared on the opposite side, and then a strong wind blew up, with flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun.

Hundreds of huge rocks seemed to fall from the sky, whistling in the strong wind with a force of ten thousand kilograms. There was a loud rumbling sound, and those huge rocks fell like a mountain, smashing some beasts into blood and flesh, breaking their bones, and instantly turning them into pools of shocking meat paste.

The herd of animals suddenly fell into chaos. Some of the beasts were so frightened by the horrific scene that they turned around and tried to flee.

However, when the bull-headed monster in the air saw this, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and let out a long, sharp roar.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the howling of ghosts from the underworld. When the beasts below heard it, they felt as if struck by lightning. Their bones became soft and their tendons became weak. They trembled with fear and their limbs shook.

The other three monsters also bared their teeth, revealing ferocious faces, and let out low, threatening roars.

Helplessly, under the threat of death, the beasts could only turn around, bite the bullet, and rush towards the place opposite that was filled with terrifying purple light with fear in their hearts.

As a result, after another strong wind, no more boulders flew out from inside. Instead, countless purple wind blades shot out from the air with a sharp sound, and they were so dense that there was no way to avoid them.

呲呲呲!
A horrifying sound of cutting resounded through the sky, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was horrifying.

Broken limbs were scattered everywhere, blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing a large area of ​​land red, and corpses were piled up on the ground like small hills.

Suddenly, thousands of monsters fell into extreme panic and chaos.

The sounds of ghosts howling and wolves howling came one after another, making people terrified.

Some of the monsters’ heads rolled off in an instant, while their headless bodies were still twitching; some of them had their entire bodies chopped into seven or eight pieces, with their internal organs flowing all over the ground, emitting a disgusting stench.

When the strong wind died down again, the originally dense herd of animals had become sparse.

There were less than a few hundred animals still alive, and their eyes were dull and filled with endless fear.

Even though these beasts were not intelligent, they were frightened out of their wits by the bloody and cruel scene. Their legs even went weak and they could no longer stand steadily.

No longer able to control the fear in their hearts, they turned around and fled desperately, leaving behind only blood and deathly silence on the ground.

The monsters above saw this and the blood flowing like a river before them, and they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, the bull-headed monster opened its mouth and uttered some unusually pleasant female voices, which were extremely clear, but were not any language known to the human and demon races.

The other three monsters were also speaking the same language.

After a moment, they seemed to have finished their discussion, and then the four monsters ignored the beasts that ran away, and each of them raised a gust of monster wind that rolled down, but suddenly merged into one on the way, turning into a dark hurricane, and rushed straight to Yang Qian's cave with great momentum.

These monsters actually planned to rely on brute force to break the magic circle set up by Yang Qian.

If these monsters were all above level eight, there might be some possibility, but how could the existence of some at level six or seven shake the restrictions set up by Yang Qian, a spiritual cultivator?

Immediately, the color of the glow in front of the cave suddenly changed, and it transformed into five colors by itself, rolling forward without any hesitation.

As a result, as soon as the black hurricane came into contact with the five-colored light, it seemed to be hit by an irresistible force, and it broke into pieces in an instant.

The four monsters immediately panicked and fled in all directions. Then they gathered in the air again and looked down with fear on their faces. Each of them had a look of shock and panic on their faces.

Although they did not actually come into direct contact with the five-colored light, the terrifying aura contained in it made all the monsters terrified.

After they discussed in a low voice for a few words, they transformed into four groups of evil winds and withdrew one after another.

Yang Qian, who was meditating, seemed to have sensed something. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes did not even open a crack.

From then on, not only did no monster dare to approach Yang Qian's cave, but even within a hundred miles of the giant mountain where the cave was located, all the birds and beasts disappeared without a trace.

From beginning to end, the door of Yang Qian's cave remained closed and there was no sign of it opening.

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Time flies by like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years have passed.

Suddenly, a long roar like a dragon's roar came out from the door of the secret room, shaking the sky. It was followed by a loud rumbling sound. The door of the secret room suddenly exploded under the impact of this huge sound wave, and gravel flew everywhere.

Looking in from the outside, there was a golden halo in the air of the secret room, dazzling and extremely bright. Yang Qian was sitting cross-legged in it, with a surging aura and lightning lingering around him, just like the god of thunder.

And on his back, a golden shadow with three heads and six arms appeared.

This phantom was in a golden halo, and although its face was still a little blurry, it was much more real than before. It sat cross-legged just like Yang Qian, and its six arms each held a strange spell, with colorful runes flowing at its fingertips.

Suddenly, Yang Qian and Jin Yingfaxiang trembled at the same time, and circles of golden ripples spread out from the halo and swept onto the wall of the nearby secret room. Suddenly, five-colored light flashed, and the secret room made a rumbling sound, and then shook continuously.

Yang Qian, who was in the golden light, showed a trace of pain on his face. Beads of sweat as big as beans covered his forehead. The huge golden halo was shaking continuously, and even the golden shadow of the Dharma image on his back became blurred in the shaking.

With a light "crack" sound, the golden halo actually cracked into a long crack in the middle like a mirror, and under its influence, the golden Dharma image with three heads and six arms also shattered into pieces in an instant and disappeared into thin air.

In an instant, everything returned to calm.

"call--"

Yang Qian let out a long breath, the pain on his face disappeared, and the entire secret room suddenly returned to calm.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Qian finally opened his eyes. The faint golden light in his pupils had not yet completely dissipated, but his expression was extremely calm.

"Although I failed to break through the bottleneck this time, I have already grasped a key trick. I think it won't take too much time! However, in order to carefully nurture the Binghuo Yanglei Sword, I really spent a lot of time and energy. Now I just bury my head in hard training in this cave. It is almost impossible to break through this barrier in a short period of time. It seems that I have to find other ways." Yang Qian murmured to himself, and the scene of this timeline in the original book emerged in his mind.

Then his palm suddenly flipped over, revealing something with a black fire phoenix engraved on it.

It was the small silver bottle that contained the three Black Flame Pills.

Although the Black Flame Pill is known as the best elixir to break through the bottleneck of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation, due to its powerful effect, it can naturally be used by cultivators in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation as well.

However, its effect is a little too strong. If a cultivator with insufficient cultivation or a weak body takes it, he may be burned to death by the black phoenix flame contained in the pill.

Yang Qian possesses the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire, and he has also practiced both magic and body, so naturally he has no concerns in this regard. He can take the medicine to help him break through the current bottleneck.

However, in this way, there would be one less Black Flame Pill when advancing to the Void Refining Realm, and the chance of breakthrough would be greatly reduced.

After all, spiritual medicines like the Black Flame Pill are hard to come by. He is currently at a mid-term bottleneck, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through.

Countless cultivators are stuck at the late stage of the Spiritualization Stage in their lives. The difficulty of advancing can be seen from the fact that there are fewer Void Refining cultivators than Spiritualization cultivators. Therefore, when breaking through this bottleneck, the more auxiliary pills the better.

What's more, although his progress in cultivation was not huge over the years, Yang Qian once again re-refined the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword, Yimu Positive Thunder Sword, Guishui Yin Thunder Sword and Binghuo Yang Thunder Sword.

After this ritual, the connection between the four thunder swords became closer and deeper, and the power they could release became even stronger.

In this way, his own strength will be greatly improved.

"Forget it, let's go out for a walk and explore first. I remember it's about time." Yang Qian thought about it for a long time and finally made this decision.

There was a mysterious curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of something important. He then carefully put away the medicine bottle in his hand and put it back into the storage bracelet.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qian obviously had no intention of continuing his retreat. He moved, stood up, and walked towards the door of the secret room at a leisurely pace.

Outside the secret room, a giant ape puppet had been waiting there for some unknown time.

This giant ape puppet has a sturdy and strong body, covered with a layer of dark gray hair as hard as iron. It flashes a cold luster under the reflection of the lighting crystal. Its legs are like thick tree trunks, standing firmly on the ground. From the appearance alone, it is extremely intimidating.

Unfortunately, the giant ape puppet's cultivation level is not high, and even an ordinary level seven monster can easily destroy it.

Of course, this was also what Yang Qian intended. After all, the one possessed inside the giant ape puppet was his second Nascent Soul.

"Well, come here." Yang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, without showing any surprise on his face, and gave the order casually.

When the giant ape puppet heard Yang Qian's order, it walked over quickly without hesitation. The puppet held a light yellow stick in both hands, which was engraved with strange dark green patterns. It was the Xuantian Fruit.

Yang Qian reached out and grabbed the Xuantian Fruit. He first glanced it up and down carefully, then pondered for a moment. His eyes instantly activated his clear and bright eyes, and he looked inside carefully with great concentration.

Inside the Xuantian Fruit, there was a ball of light only the size of a thumb, which did not look particularly magical.

"The treasure of Xuantian is not so easy to come into the world. It still needs time." Yang Qian sighed, with a look of slight regret. Then he put away the Xuantian fruit, waved his hand to let the giant ape puppet retreat, and went to take a look in the medicine garden.

In the medicine garden, the spiritual medicines such as Zhilong Fruit that were originally planted had already matured, and a batch of them were specially collected by the puppet and stored in another storage bracelet.

"it is good!"

Yang Qian shouted excitedly, his face full of joy, and he was naturally in a very good mood.

With swift movements, he immediately transferred those precious spiritual fruits to the storage bracelet he was carrying, being very careful not to damage them in the slightest. These were rare items that would help him improve his magical powers, and he would be extremely distressed if one or two were damaged.

"You can come back."

After doing all this, Yang Qian turned to look at the giant ape puppet, looked it up and down, nodded, raised one hand, and waved at it gently.

Suddenly.

Whoosh.

The second Yuanying turned into a stream of light and flew out directly from the giant ape puppet. It circled in the air, causing a fluctuation of spiritual power, and then sank into Yang Qian's body like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Just as Yang Qian was about to turn around and continue practicing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had sensed something unusual. (End of this chapter)