Changyang

Ping Qingyun couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the sword thrust with the power of thunder, and subconsciously ducked to the side.

When the sword blade passed by his ear, he could even clearly feel the strong killing intent without any hesitation.

When Ping Qingyun raised his head again, Chang Yang on the slope had already passed by. He was startled and tried to move back with his hands on the sand.

"Don't retreat, get up!" Chang Yang shouted in a low voice.

Ping Qingyun turned around and saw a pile of yellow sand scattered all over the sky. He was stunned when Chang Yang directly picked him up by the collar and stood up.

She drew in spiritual power with her right hand, retracted the thrust sword, held the hilt, and looked ahead cautiously.

At this moment, the high yellow sand silently rolled up behind Chang Yang, gathered into a body, and suddenly rushed towards them.

"Behind!" Ping Qingyun immediately grabbed her forearm and reminded her.

Chang Yang suddenly turned around and swung his sword, slashing across from right to left, cutting off Huang Sha's body. However, the next moment, the quicksand reunited, and yellow sand tentacles emerged from both sides, and they were violently drawn towards her. .

Chang Yang held her sword and leaned back to avoid the two yellow sand tentacles, but she didn't know that there was a new yellow sand tentacle raised behind her. When she reacted, she was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the left shoulder.

Tentacles of yellow sand hit her, and every grain of sand was like a nail nailed into Changyang's shoulders. Her body sank and she fell into the sand.

"Be careful! It's on your head!" Ping Qingyun couldn't help shouting as he watched the yellow sand body in the sky turn into a palm and slapped Chang Yang in the sand.

Changyang's left shoulder was so painful that he lost consciousness, his eyes blurred for a moment, and he heard Ping Qingyun's shouts. He stuck the sword in his right hand in the sand, propped up half of his body, and rolled to the side.

The moment the sand palm was struck, Chang Yang ignored the sting of the fine sand splashing on his face and rushed forward again. With a flash of sword light, he cut off the sand palm!

The palm of the sand collapsed suddenly, as if it had lost its support, and scattered all over the ground, mixed into the yellow sand.

Chang Yang held the sword and scanned the surroundings with vigilance. She didn't feel that the sword had removed this thing.

Sure enough, before Ping Qingyun could get close to Changyang, the ground began to tremble.

After a while, the wind blew up the sand, and several columns of yellow sand protruded around the two of them, all bending towards them, blocking all their escape routes.

Changyang raised his head and looked at the swooping yellow sand monster. He turned the hilt of his sword, and the light gold spiritual power lingered around the sword body. It suddenly rose up from the ground and struck head-on.

Ping Qingyun turned the green bead and was about to give her good luck when he suddenly felt: "It's broken."

"Fellow Daoist Changyang, go ahead!" He threw the five high-grade spiritual stones he dug to her, "It's all up to you!"

Chang Yang swung her sword to kill the yellow sand monster that was besieging her head, and held the thrown spirit stone in one hand. At the same time, as the yellow sand fell to the ground, she turned to look at Ping Qingyun who was suddenly meditating: "What are you doing?"

Ping Qingyun said honestly: "I'm going to make a breakthrough."

Chang Yang was startled: "You..."

The spiritual energy is thin in the desert, and he has never experienced life or death, so why did he break through?

"The Zhuanzong uses heaven's luck to enter the Tao." Ping Qingyun probably saw her doubts and explained kindly, "I just happened to pick up five high-grade spiritual stones. They are the blessings of all gods and the addition of heaven's luck. Therefore, the Ling Mansion feels it and will Generate golden elixir.”

"..."

Chang Yang expressionlessly chopped up the attacking yellow sand monster, recalling his experience of staying at the peak of foundation building for a whole year. Even if he went to the small secret realm to kill monsters everywhere, his realm remained unchanged.

So she swung her sword harder and faster.

But soon, Chang Yang discovered something was wrong. No matter how many yellow sand monsters she chopped into pieces, after those things were scattered, the shapes they formed again became more and more weird.

Her five senses were activated to the extreme, but she was gradually unable to catch the newly formed yellow sand monsters. She was successfully attacked by them several times and suffered more and more injuries on her body.

Caught off guard, Chang Yang was hit in the chest by the yellow sand monster. He flew backwards. Immediately, his energy and blood surged up, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This is a sand ghost. As long as its true body is not destroyed, it will absorb all the power of the monk's attacks and become stronger and stronger, causing other sandworms to gather and attack until it devours the monk."

Changhua's voice suddenly sounded in Changyang's mind.

Chang Yang raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains on his mouth, and forced himself to stand up: "What are their true forms?"

"The sand ghost hides in the body of the yellow sand, and its position is uncertain. With your level, it is difficult to hit it with one strike." Changhua said, "You hide for a while and persist until the disciple of the Transshipment Sect cultivates the golden elixir. With his help, he can With luck and the spiritual power shield of the Golden Core cultivator, you two have a chance to escape."

Chang Yang lowered his head and laughed, but the curve of his mouth showed a bit of indifference: "I don't rely on luck, nor do I rely on others."

Changhua frowned in the green bamboo and jade pen. Although she could see the outside world through the pen, she needed enough spiritual power to support her every time she woke up, so she could not remind the other person in time before.

This junior doesn't know why, but he is very defensive despite his young age.

"Now the sand ghosts are gathering more and more, and you are seriously injured. You can't attack them anymore. This will only increase the strength of the sand ghosts." Changhua looked at Ping Qingyun with his eyes closed through the pen body and storage bag. "He is about to turn into gold." It’s cool, you can hide for a while.”

The surrounding sand ghosts could already smell the fatigue of the trapped monk. The yellow sand drums became more violent, and two sand ghosts rushed toward her crazily.

Chang Yang did not run away, but instead crushed two high-grade spiritual stones with his left hand. A stream of pure spiritual energy flowed into the Qianling Mansion, and the pain of the wounds on his body also eased.

When Changhua saw this, he guessed that she was about to go up to him, and he was anxious. How could this junior be so reckless and competitive and not take his own life seriously?
The black shadow of ink on the green bamboo jade pen is looming, ready to float out to save people.

"Don't touch my spiritual power." Changyang suddenly warned Changhua with his spiritual consciousness.

The ink black shadow paused: "..."

The sand ghosts are coming, making it impossible for people to hide.

Chang Yang looked cold, with traces of yellow sand spatter still remaining on half of her face. She held her sword and jumped up, leaving only an afterimage, strangling from bottom to top around the swooping yellow sand column.

Looking from a distance, one can only feel the cold sword light flashing continuously.

A moment later, the yellow sand rolled up by the two swooping sand ghosts suddenly scattered, and the body of the four and a half foot long sand ghost fell heavily.Chang Yang landed on the ground and looked at the severed khaki long insect corpses. They had moth-like gray-yellow wings.

She whispered thoughtfully: "So this is the Sand Ghost."

Changhua shut up completely.

This junior couldn't kill the sand ghosts with one move, so he swung his sword countless times. As long as he was fast enough, he could still kill them before the yellow sand fell and reunited.

Although Sand Ghost is not a powerful high-level monster, but for a foundation-building realm, she does have some abilities.

After that, Chang Yang seemed to have an idea, and he wrapped around the yellow sand bodies gathered by the sand ghosts and used his sword. He was so fast that the corpses of the sand ghosts would often fall together with the scattered yellow sand.

At the end of the fight, Chang Yang could even vaguely hear the faint sound of the sand ghost's scaly wings flapping hidden in the yellow sand, and there was no need to try to cut it inch by inch from bottom to top.

Then the last sand ghost was stabbed by her sword and lost its life.

Ping Qingyun, who had been making breakthroughs with his eyes closed, finally cultivated the golden elixir. The moment he opened his eyes, a golden light overflowed, and his momentum increased greatly, shaking the yellow sand from his body.

Changyang sheathed her sword, turned her numb wrist, and crushed a high-grade spiritual stone to replenish her spiritual power. There were many and dense wounds on her body.

The yellow sand rolled up by those sandworms was not simple, each particle was rotating at high speed. Every time she came close and did not use the spiritual shield to protect herself, the yellow sand splashed on her body, like a knife.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, I'm here to bless you!" Ping Qingyun stood up and rushed to her side. He held up the spiritual shield with one hand that was not very flexible, trying to defend himself. Seeing that the surroundings were calm, he asked strangely, "Where are those monsters?"

"Dead." Chang Yang glanced at him and couldn't help but look inside the Ling Mansion again, but there was still no sign of a breakthrough.

Ping Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief and asked: "Where should we go next? They didn't tell us the location of the star realm when we came."

Chang Yang took out the Star Boundary Passage Token, turned it to the back, and stared at the star map for a long time: "Since it's called the Star Boundary, let's walk towards the brightest star."

"Look at the day, it will be dark for at least another hour." Ping Qingyun asked her, "Do you want to adjust your rest first? I will protect you."

Changyang agreed to stay and rest, but did not accept the other party's protection. She was always wary of outsiders.

Ping Qingyun sat next to her, watching her clean the fine gravel from the wound, and couldn't help but take a breath.

The cultivation of the Zhuanzong Sect relies only on luck. Although his realm is not high, his luck is good and he has not suffered any serious injuries so far.

Watching her deal with the wound so expressionlessly, I really admire her.

Soon after, the night fell, and the two set off again, running towards the brightest star.

They also encountered sand ghosts on the road, but Changyang didn't give them any chance to gather and skillfully killed the sand ghosts hiding in the yellow sand.

The two of them ran through the night until dawn, and finally saw the clouds and mist peaks appearing in the distance, majestic, mysterious and dazzling, like a fallen morning star.

"That must be the star realm!" Ping Qingyun said excitedly.

Changyang looked at Yunfeng in the distance, his eyes slightly bright.

She was almost to the astral realm.

But when they really approached the foot of the peaks, it was already three hours later. Both of them had chapped lips, their bodies were soaked, and they were covered in dust.

This was especially true for Chang Yang, who was responsible for killing sand ghosts along the way. Her robe was broken and there were a lot of blood stains.

Compared with looking from a distance, the starry world is more spectacular when seen up close. Peaks without tops stand towering, clouds hang halfway up, the sound of waterfalls and waves continues, and the rich spiritual energy is quickly gathering into a solid state.

As soon as Chang Yang stepped into the clouds and mist, he felt the heat on his body drop suddenly, the fine wounds on his arms healed quickly, and even the spirit palace felt faintly loose.

"Look, there are monks in front of us." Ping Qingyun turned around and said to Chang Yang.

As the two of them entered the clouds and mist, a wide gravel road soon appeared under their feet. There were other monks standing on other branches of the road, but they all gathered at the front.

They walked forward along the gravel road. The other monks on the road were extremely quiet, leading Ping Qingyun to dare not make any more noise.

Fortunately, not long after, an extremely spacious circular martial arts field appeared in front of their eyes. The black stone ground was inlaid with star patterns. After looking at it for a long time, they seemed to be trapped in the vast and deep space, making them dizzy and lost their minds.

The corner of the circular martial arts field was filled with monks from various sects. Most of them had clean robes and were unscathed. They could not tell that they had walked through the desert. They did not care about the monks coming from behind and just looked to the other side.

There are obviously one-third fewer people there, and each person has more or less inhuman features, such as animal ears, demon eyes, etc.

Ping Qingyun tilted his head and whispered to Chang Yang next to him: "It's the demon world and the demon world."

Changyang asked: "Where is the human world?"

"Only the royal family can enter the human world, and there are very few places, and they often practice in the Eighteen Sects." Ping Qingyun continued, "You cannot enter the human world at will in the three realms. I heard that there is no spiritual energy there, making it difficult to practice."

"Ah."

As soon as the two of them stood at the end of the team of spiritual monks, three bells suddenly rang out from the distant peak, loud and long.

Just when everyone in the round martial arts field looked at each other, another majestic female voice came:
"The time has come to close the gate."

At the same time, the astral passage tokens on everyone present flew up, hovered in the air, and emitted a dazzling white light.

After a while, it fell back into everyone's hands again.

Chang Yang stretched out his hand to catch the pass token, and looked at Ping Qingyun next to him, seeing the same confusion.

At this moment, the majestic female voice sounded again: "There are 26 initiates in the second batch of the Four Realms, with the highest cultivation level in the middle stage of Golden Core, and the lowest cultivation level at the peak of Foundation Establishment."

The author has something to say:
Changyang, who is at the bottom, strives to upgrade (-_-)
ps: This article has nine chapters. You should be able to tell that this is an early upgrade, but it will have more emotional lines than my previous plot articles, but I can’t tell how much. After all, I am practicing writing.