After the ascent failed

Chapter 481 Spirit World People, But That's It
Feeling the piercing light of the fist, Ling Xiao finally had a look of horror on his face.

In this fight, he exhausted all kinds of magic weapons and supernatural powers, but Ye Chunyang never revealed a single move, he only used a punch!
At the beginning Ye Chunyang defeated the pagoda and rescued everyone in Qingmu, Ling Xiao was still able to maintain his composure, until now with his elusive movement skills and killing all his monsters with a single sword, Ling Xiao could not restrain the horror in his heart.

"No matter how strong your physical body is, you can never compete with me. In front of us in the spiritual world, you monks from the lower world are just ants, and you will never be able to compare with us." Ling Xiao shouted.

Seeing the light coming from his fist, he quickly recited the formula, covering his body with a layer of misty brilliance, cleaving on his body like a battle armor, seemingly ethereal and light, but revealing an indestructible defensive power.

A faint sarcasm flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and the strength in his body was concentrated in his fists, which blasted down towards Ling Xiao like thunder.

"boom!"

Ye Chunyang's golden fist slammed down, and a wave of air burst out behind Ling Xiao, destroying a radius of ten miles, and the armor condensed by the secret technique on his body was also completely exposed in an instant, full of cracks.

Ling Xiao's pupils shrank, and there was a muffled sound inside his body. It was the sound of a broken liver, and a mouthful of blood mist spewed out from his mouth.

"you……"

Ling Xiao arched his body, his eyes filled with great horror.

No one knows the power of this set of defensive armor better than him. Not to mention that Ye Chunyang is just a low-level monk who has completed the spiritual realm, even a strong man in the cave realm may not be able to break through it.

At this moment, he was blown away by Ye Chunyang's punch, which made Ling Xiao feel unbelievable.

Outside Tianmo Cliff, everyone heard the muffled sound of Ye Chunyang's punch breaking Lingxiao's armor, and seeing Lingxiao's motionless state, with his viscera constantly being shattered, they felt turbulent waves in their hearts.

Even though they were far away, they could still see the battle clearly, and the muffled sounds emanating from Ling Xiao's body hit their hearts like heavy drums.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Chunyang fought against Ling Xiao, easily dispelling the opponent's secret technique. Obviously, his strength was far better than what he saw on the surface.

"Is this Ye Chunyang really a soul cultivator?" Fairy Huoyun asked with a pale face.

It is rumored that Ye Chunyang was crowned as the number one soul cultivator in the Northern Territory in the Battle of Linshan a few years ago, but how did this battle have anything to do with soul cultivators?

"How powerful is he?" Wuji Patriarch was dumbfounded.

He has no doubt that if he fights with Ye Chunyang, he might not last half a round.

"Such a character is really terrifying!" Taoist Tianhua looked sad.

Thinking back to the time when the strong men from their various sects gathered here, all of them were equally powerful and threatened to take Ye Chunyang down for questioning, now I can't help but feel ridiculous in retrospect.

"How could I lose..."

On Tianmo Cliff, Ling Xiao's eyes were red, revealing deep disbelief.

He could feel that his meridians and internal organs were completely shattered by Ye Chunyang's blow, and it was all because of his profound mana that he was able to sustain until now.

Although this is just his avatar, which can only show the cultivation base of the Dongtian Realm, it is an irresistible existence in this Northern Territory. I can't believe that Ye Chunyang defeated him with just a few punches.

"People in the spirit world, that's all." Ye Chunyang looked indifferent, as if overlooking an ant.

300 years ago, Ye Chun traversed the spirit world and killed countless powerful monks. How could he pay attention to this mere avatar of the Cave Heaven Realm.

Ye Chunyang withdrew his fist, quickly clasped his palm, and pressed Ling Xiao's head, a huge spiritual thought rushed to his sea of ​​consciousness.

"God search!"

"Ye Chunyang, you dare to explore my sea of ​​consciousness!"

Ling Xiao was furious. It was a great shame that a dignified monk in the spirit world was being probed into the sea of ​​consciousness with a magic search technique.

"Why not investigate your sea of ​​consciousness, you can separate yourself from the lower realm, and want to know some ways to return to the spirit realm?" Ye Chunyang sneered.

He originally planned to re-cultivate to the stage of transforming gods before ascending to the spirit world, but he didn't expect Ling Xiao, a monk in the spirit world, to come to his door by himself, how could Ye Chunyang let it go.

Moreover, in order to seek revenge from him, this person deliberately pretended to commit crimes in his name, so Ye Chunyang naturally had no mercy when he took action.

"Hahaha……"

"Ye Chunyang, it seems that you are crazy? I am a majestic monk in the spirit world. With your current cultivation level, it is too whimsical to try to use the magic search technique on me!"

Ling Xiao was furious at first, and then laughed wildly with disdain.

The divine search technique can only be performed on people whose cultivation base is lower than his own. Even though Ye Chunyang's spiritual sense is strong, his cultivation level is not as high as him. It is impossible to search his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Really?" Ye Chunyang said with a calm expression, "If your deity is here, I will naturally not be able to search for you. Right now, there are no distinctions between avatars and no primordial spirit. Anyone with a little spiritual cultivation can easily Search your sea of ​​consciousness."

"How do you know that my avatar has no primordial spirit?" Ling Xiao's expression changed suddenly.

Ye Chunyang smiled without saying a word, and his spiritual thoughts rushed towards Lingxiao Consciousness Sea like a torrent.

"Ye Chunyang! How dare you!"

"Even if you explore my sea of ​​consciousness, you will never return to the spirit world!"

Ling Xiao roared.

Ye Chunyang didn't pay any attention to it. If he had unraveled the curse of the God of Death, he would not have known that monks in the spirit world could clone themselves into the lower realm. Now that he has recovered his memory from 300 years ago, he also recalled some things in the spirit world.

Not everyone can go down to the realm of spiritual monks, one of them is when they need to break the realm. The most important thing is that the spiritual monks are suppressed by the law of the interface.

The avatar has only a sliver of the soul of the deity, and apart from the memory of the deity, the primordial spirit cannot reside in it. With Ye Chunyang's spiritual cultivation, it is not difficult to search for such a puppet's soul.

Since this person can separate himself from the lower realm, maybe there are other ways to return to the spirit realm.

At this moment, the mutation protruded!
Above the sky, a dazzling colorful radiance suddenly flashed, like a bridge of rainbow, running through the sky and earth, rushing between the two in an instant.

"boom!"

Dazzling waves of colorful light filled the air like a tide, and Wuji Patriarch and others outside Tianmo Cliff vomited blood one after another, falling from the sky like ants that had been trampled to death.

Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly.

The powerful spiritual pressure emanating from the rainbow light made him feel a little suffocated. Before he could take any action, the colorful light suddenly gathered and turned into a big hand that covered the sky and slammed it down.

Ye Chunyang pushed his backhand, and without thinking about it, he sacrificed 81 perishing swords, and the Great Thousand Sword Formation formed impressively, confronting the big hand head-on.

The dazzling rainbow spread from midair, the surrounding mountains were shattered, and the group of swords was pushed back by the big hand.

At this time, Ye Chunyang vaguely saw a hazy figure appearing in the colorful rainbow, like a young man, whose appearance was not clear under the cover of the rainbow.

"help me!"

Seeing the figure in the light rainbow, Ling Xiao shouted hastily with ecstasy on his face.

The man tilted his head, grabbed the sky with his big hand, lifted it, and quickly fled towards the sky.

"Want to go?"

Ye Chunyang's complexion sank, the 81 perishing swords absorbed the sunlight, thunder surged, and they went straight to the colorful rainbow.

"Humph!"

The figure in the colorful light snorted coldly, and a colorful beam of light rushed out with his backhand, tearing the sky and the earth straight into the sword array.

In the midair, thunder and light crisscrossed, and colorful lights swept across like a tidal wave. The Daqian Sword Formation, which was all-powerful in the past, was imprisoned, and then the figure was fishing for it, and it looked like it was going to take away the 81 flying swords in one fell swoop.

When Ye Chunyang saw the other party's move, sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and then he realized the agitation of the primordial spirit in the sea, and controlled the sword with his spiritual mind, and the 81 perishing swords issued a clanging sword sound, drew a dazzling horse, and broke free from the confinement.

The 81 perishing swords have been sacrificed with his blood, and they already contain spirituality. How can others control them?

"what?"

The figure in Guanghong seemed a little surprised. After taking a deep look at Ye Chunyang, he didn't bother to fight. He grabbed Lingxiao, moved the Rainbow Bridge, and continued to escape into the distant sky.

Ye Chunyang chased after him, but the opponent's sky-defying technique was incomparably miraculous, and after a few flashes, he tore apart the void and disappeared.

Divine thoughts swept around, and Ye Chunyang's expression gradually became gloomy.

With his spiritual cultivation base, he couldn't even sense the other party's trace, which showed his high cultivation base.

"Who is this person? Why is the breath so familiar?"

When they fought just now, Ye Chunyang faintly felt that the other party seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but the other party was covered by the rainbow light, so he could not see his face clearly.

"It's a pity that the person was rescued and failed to search the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, otherwise more information could be obtained."

Thoughts flickered in Ye Chunyang's mind, just now that person interrupted his soul search technique, otherwise he could get some clues from Ling Xiao, and the world is so big today, it may not be so easy to find this person.

After some misfortunes subsided, Tianmoya returned to tranquility. It took a long time for the monks of various factions who fell to the ground under the pressure of the rainbow light to recover, and their faces were all full of shock.

Patriarch Wuji, Taoist Tianhua, and Fairy Huoyun, the three Jindan Realm consummated powerhouses, looked at each other and silently flew to Ye Chunyang's side.

"Thank you Daoist Ye for your help. I almost misunderstood you before, please forgive me."

The three of them bowed and clasped their fists together, with extremely respectful expressions.

For hundreds of years, they lived in seclusion in various places and did not care about world affairs. When they first heard Ye Chunyang's name as the number one soul cultivator in the Northern Territory, they were quite disdainful about it. Today's battle completely changed their attitude.

Being able to crush a cultivator at the Dongtian Realm with his physical body, how could such strength be beyond their reach?
In front of such a big man, they can only hold their own.

Aoki also walked over with a complicated face.

He wanted to ask many things, but in the end he didn't say a word, just looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

Ye Chunyang waved his hand without explaining anything.

He descended with a cloud, looked at Aoki and the others, and asked: "Do you know who the person who made the shot is?"

The Inorganic Patriarchs tried their best to recall, and finally shook their heads in amazement.

"This person is able to save people in the hands of fellow Taoists, which shows that his Taoism is profound. I have been practicing in seclusion for nearly 300 years, and I have never heard of such a master appearing in the Northern Territory." The ancestor of Wuji said.

Ye Chunyang didn't have any hope about it, and after hearing this, he didn't ask any more questions.

But judging from that person's rescue of Lingxiao, could it be that he is also someone from the lower realm of the spirit world?

(End of this chapter)