Chapter 273 Soul-sucking, the old ghost appears
Yang Qian suddenly opened his mouth, and with a sudden movement of his palm, he actually swallowed all the Heaven-Breaking Divine Sand.
Waves of surging power came from these red crystal sands. There was an explosion in Yang Gan's body, and the majestic power surged out like a scourge.
Immediately, his body was instantly enveloped in a red brilliance, and some kind of pure power burned within him.
This power seemed to stimulate the physical potential in his body. In his meridians, the energy brought by the Sky-Breaking Divine Sand flowed endlessly, and an unprecedented feeling of comfort instantly filled his body.
This lasted for about half an hour.
Yang Qian suddenly opened his eyes again, and two rays of light shot out from his pupils, as if they could penetrate all the fog. At the same time, behind him, the shadow of a dragon swam faintly, and with the light emitted by the red crystal sand, They complement each other and are extremely mysterious.
Yang Qian took a deep breath and suddenly raised his hand, and an invisible force spurted out from his palm.
The red brilliance seemed to be alive, running in Yang Qian's body, illuminating every inch of his skin, and the pure power burned in his body like a raging fire.
The blazing light came out from inside his body, as if it was going to burn his body into ashes. Even with Yang Gan's body, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
However, this power did not stop. It passed through Yang Qian's bones, muscles and meridians, constantly tempering his body and soul.
Sometimes it's refreshing, sometimes it's painful.
Three days and three nights passed.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the air around Yang Gan exploded instantly, as if it was torn apart by invisible force. His clothes were lifted up by the strong wind, and his hair danced in the wind, making a hunting sound.
He stood up slowly, each step being as heavy as a mountain, as if he could step on the entire void.
"This kind of crystal sand can really be refined. Those two juniors who are in the late stage of pill formation are really wasting their resources. They don't know the true purpose of breaking the sky sand." Yang Qian stretched out his palm and clenched it into a fist, looking a little excited.
In addition to its effect of trapping the ground, crystal sand like "Breaking God Sand" can be forcibly refined and absorbed by a physically powerful human race or demon cultivator with the help of secret methods. It is not that no one has tried it in the spiritual world, but the effect is It's not obvious, so most people don't care.
As for Yang Qian, he suddenly had this idea and wanted to use his own refined Lihuo Jiao bloodline to try to absorb the power of the crystal sand in the "Heaven-Breaking Divine Sand". Unexpectedly, it far exceeded expectations.
These red crystal sands seem to be flowing continuously, constantly strengthening Yang Gan's physical body, greatly improving his body strength and skin hardness. It is estimated that after being completely refined, it can make the stagnant Seventh Diamond Art layer, slightly broken through.
After thinking about it, Yang Qian seemed to remember something. He turned around and grabbed the void with his left hand.
After casually taking a photo of the Huo brothers' storage bag, Yang Qian did not open it immediately to check, but instead looked at the broken ghost-head crutch with a strange expression.
On one of the crutches, a ferocious evil ghost about ten feet tall was roaring around the crutch, as if it was difficult to leave the body. Unfortunately, it has shown no sign of leaving in the past few days.
"Shadow demon, it must be this kind of ghost." Yang Gan stared at the tall ghost and muttered to himself.
Shadow demons are a very rare type of ghost. They are one of the few ghosts that can move in the daylight and travel around the world.
Moreover, this kind of ghost can be regarded as a great tonic for the "Crying Soul". I wonder how the Huo brothers were able to catch such a rare ghost.
"Little one, it's time to eat."
With such a murmur, Yang Qian patted his waist without hesitation, a black light flashed on the spirit beast bag, and a monkey-shaped spirit beast with a green body flew out.
It is the crying soul. As soon as the beast came out, it climbed onto Yang Gan's shoulder and jumped around, but its eyes were attracted by the shadowy ghost in the distance, and it looked over from time to time.
"Want to eat?" Yang Gan stroked the soul's fur and smiled slightly, "Go ahead, this ghost is yours."
The cry soul called "Zhi Zhi Zhi" a few times, seeming quite happy.
Immediately, he hummed hard with his huge nose, and a stream of rays of light spurted out from his nostrils.
The roar of the shadow demon suddenly stopped, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on its ugly face.
It tried to use its sharp claws to resist the invasion of the glow, but found that its claws seemed to have touched lava, and it was instantly melted into a black mist. It wanted to escape, but the glow followed it like a shadow, tightly binding it.
Xinghun's nose suddenly inhaled, and the glow turned into a stream of light, sucking into the belly the shadow demon that was roaring uneasily.
Although the demon is huge and ferocious, it has no resistance in front of the crying soul, like a captured sheep, helplessly sucked into the mysterious nostrils.
The roar of the shadow demon suddenly disappeared, and the moment it was sucked into its nostrils, it seemed to have a look of horror.
"Hiccup——"
Xinghun hugged his belly and sat on Yang Qian's right shoulder. He burped contentedly and felt a little drowsy.
"This shadow demon can be considered a good tonic."
Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to grab it, looked at it for a few times, and then returned it to the spirit beast bag.
It is estimated that when the crying soul is summoned next time, the opponent will have a lot of evolution.
His thoughts were flowing rapidly, Yang Qian suddenly glanced at the air and said indifferently:
"You can come out now."
As he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound in the woods beside a lake not far away.
A young man with a handsome face galloped out of the woods like an arrow, holding two foundation-building monks in his hands. He suddenly jumped on the lake, with a figure like a swallow, and landed lightly in front of Yang Gan, casually holding the two monks. A man and a woman were thrown to the ground, then they knelt down on one knee, cupped their fists with both hands, lowered their heads and said, "The old slave has seen the master."
The man and woman looked horrified, lying on the ground and looking at Yang Gan in fear.
Yang Gan stood there with his hands behind his back and his eyes as sharp as a knife. Facing the sudden appearance of Xuan Gu and the two low-level monks, he looked calm.
This old guy really acted like an old slave. Days and nights passed, and he did not come out of his hiding place without orders.
There was a thought in my heart.
Yang Qian nodded lightly, without looking at the man and woman. Instead, he said directly: "Xuan Gu, did you find Man Beard's treasure hiding place?" His voice was calm, as if he was asking about an extremely common thing.
Xuan Gu raised his head, showing a delicate face, as if he had never seen the scene of refining treasures a few days ago. His face was full of joy, pointing to somewhere on the lake, and said: "Master, the old slave has found it! Man!" The place where Beard’s treasure is hidden is at the bottom of the lake!”
(End of chapter)