The days flew by.
Yang Gan's figure disappeared from the Starry Sky Palace and appeared in a refining room deep in the Starry Palace.
Later, Yang Qian spent more than a month, concentrating on it, using the infant fire as a medium, and finally refined some of the materials of the "Three Flame Fan", an imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao Seven Flame Fan, into a precious spiritual material. Established the standards for refining weapons.
But counting the time, the date of the agreement with the rich old man of the Jiuyou Sect is not too far away, and nothing major happened in Luan Xinghai. In the past few days, Yang Qian went to Tiannan again, and everything was going well. As expected, everything was fine, and the shadows of the sects under the Star Palace could even be seen in Tiannan.
The Tiannan region and the Chaotic Star Sea are completely connected to each other. With the help of the ultra-long-distance teleportation array, an open world of immortality has been formed.
In this case, there is no need for Yang Qian to stay in Chaotic Star Sea and Tiannan.
After staying with Xin Ruyin, Ling Yuling and Yuan Yao for more than ten days, and spending a very warm and short time, Yang Qian set off again. He left Tianxing City and used the Gate of Heaven and Earth to instantly return to the land of Jin. , and headed towards southern Xinjiang at an extremely fast escape speed.
As we get closer and closer to southern Xinjiang, the surrounding scenery is also quietly changing.
The dense jungle gradually occupied the field of vision, and the air also took on the smell of humidity and heat.
After more than four months of flying, Yang Qian finally passed through several counties and prefectures. The light flashed in the southern Xinjiang County, announcing his arrival.
Southern Xinjiang is one of the few places in the world that is not controlled by large sects. The resources in the county are occupied and divided by more than a dozen medium-sized sects.
Although these sects usually fight among themselves, once other forces invade southern Xinjiang, they will immediately unite to fight against the enemy.
Even those sects among the ten sects of good and evil have never been able to invade them, and they have become a country of their own in the Jin Dynasty.
The occurrence of this situation has a lot to do with the fact that the Southern Xinjiang sect is very exclusive and has its own system of cultivation techniques.
Most of the techniques practiced by these sects are sinister techniques that are rare in the world of immortality. They are not only good at using poison, expelling insects and other rare techniques, but they are also superb at cursing and evil arts. When monks of the same level start fighting with them, they will accidentally fall into a trap. He would be poisoned inexplicably, and it was really impossible to guard against it.
This is also the main reason why those large sects are not willing to confront the Southern Xinjiang sects head-on.
Otherwise, if several sects join forces and use their strength to suffer serious injuries, it is not impossible to seize this county by force.
Chaoyun Mansion is located in the west of Southern Xinjiang.
Shuangscorpion Mountain is an inaccessible mountain range in Chaoyun Mansion.
This mountain range has a radius of hundreds of miles and is shrouded in thick miasma all year round. Almost no one can set foot in it without deep cultivation or taking pills to restrain the miasma in advance.
However, Shuangscorpion Mountain is famous in southern Xinjiang.
This is because, thanks to the special poisonous gas in the mountains, several extremely precious poisonous weeds grow in the mountains. At the same time, it is also a paradise for two kinds of poisonous scorpions: iron tail and red thread.
These two kinds of poisonous scorpions are excellent spiritual insects for low-level monks to use in repelling insects.
When Yang Qian came to the vicinity of Shuangscorpion Mountain, it was during the annual miasma outbreak in the mountain range.
At this time, many monks gathered around the mountain range, and they all came to capture these two poisonous scorpions.
Because only during this period will the poisonous scorpions leave their caves and go out to look for food.
This is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.
However, most of these monks are low-level casual cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, with occasionally a few Foundation Establishment Stage monks among them.
Monks above the alchemy stage have no interest in this mountain range, and generally no high-level monks will come here.
If a great monk like Yang Qian, who is already in the late Nascent Soul stage, appears here, he will not be discovered by other monks. Naturally there would be a huge uproar.
Therefore, Yang Qian did not stay near the mountains for a moment, and flew directly into the miasma from high altitude.
At this moment, his body was shrouded in a purple aura, and the pink miasma could not touch his body at all, and was easily blocked from the body-protecting aura.
These miasmas were extremely dense, and poisonous insects were sometimes present in them. They were almost fatal danger to low-level monks, but for Yang Gan, he naturally ignored them at all. After identifying the direction, he flew directly to the center of the mountain range.
Although the old man surnamed Fu only mentioned the name Shuangscorpion Mountain and did not specify the specific location, according to the description in the original book, Yang Qian decided to go to the main peak of Shuangscorpion Mountain to find out what was going on. This is definitely true.
Flying through the air, if he occasionally encountered a few monks, Yang Qian simply ignored them and simply passed over them.
With his escape speed, these low-level monks couldn't detect anything at all.
But just as Yang Qian was flying away, he was thinking about the Kunwu Mountain copy in the original work.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from far away on one side.
"It's the Scorpion King, a mutant iron-tailed scorpion! Everyone, run!" A hoarse man's frightened cry was faintly heard, followed by several explosions and a weird insect chirp. It seemed that he was not too far away. look.
Yang Gan frowned inadvertently and turned his head to look in that direction, blue light flashing in his eyes.
Not far away, the sound of "whooshing" broke through the air, one after another, and then several figures of men and women appeared in the miasma, running towards Yang Qian like flying. These people tapped their toes on the ground and walked away several feet away. The way he looked was exactly like he had used the light body technique.
"Eh!" Yang Qian's originally cold expression turned to a woman and he couldn't help but let out a light sigh, and suddenly stopped after a sudden pause.
He waved his sleeves, and large pieces of purple cloud surged out from his sleeves, flowing like a waterfall. Wherever he passed, the miasma disappeared without a trace as if swept by a strong wind.
In the blink of an eye, a clear sky and earth with a radius of dozens of feet appeared all around.
After a brief period of astonishment, the figures rushed in one after another. Looking at the strange sight in front of them, they couldn't help but stop and look at each other.
Before they could react, Yang Qian grabbed the void behind them with one hand. A purple light hand emerged out of thin air in the miasma and fished it down fiercely. A black thing was caught in the big hand, and then After circling, it flew back and stopped in front of Yang Qian.
It turned out to be a giant scorpion about a foot in size, with a shiny black shell, and a scorpion tail on the back that was half a foot long. The scorpion's hook was slightly glowing with purple light, and it seemed to be extremely poisonous.
It was the mutated iron-tailed scorpion that was chasing these low-level monks!
This scorpion is a second-level monster, but under the confinement of bare hands, it cannot move at all, and can only make strange sounds from its mouth.
These monks were stunned by all this, looking at Yang Gan with purple light shining in the air, looking at a loss.
"How could Fellow Daoist Wang appear here after we parted ways in Jinjing? Is Miss Cao okay?" Yang Qian's light dissipated and he calmly said to one of the female cultivators.
"You are Senior Yang Yang! Junior Sister Cao is still staying in Jinjing and has not come out with the junior. The junior went to the mountain with several colleagues to find some spiritual grass."
The woman in yellow shirt was startled at first, and then her face was filled with surprise. She was actually Cao Mengrong's senior sister Wang whom she had met in the suburbs of Jinjing.
After Yang Qian left for business that day, this woman had a very deep impression of Yang Qian. Therefore, she recognized Yang Qian at a glance. She was excited and knew that the danger this time had been eliminated. She immediately treated Yang Qian with the courtesy of a junior and looked extremely respectful. When the other monks saw that the woman surnamed Wang was so respectful to this great supernatural monk, and looked like they knew each other, they felt relieved and stepped forward to offer their thanks.
However, these men and women all regarded Yang Qian as a monk in the Dan Formation Stage. In their eyes, the Nascent Soul Stage monks were so out of reach, like the immortals above the clouds, they were impossible to contact.
"Uncle Gui is the general of Zhunan. Why should my fellow Taoist come here to take risks just for a few spiritual grasses?" Yang Qian heard that Cao Mengrong was fine, nodded, glanced at the giant scorpion, and said with a frown.
"Although the junior's family is quite wealthy and has accumulated some spiritual stones, my qualifications are average, so how can the family spend so many spiritual stones on this junior?" After hearing this, the woman surnamed Wang immediately turned pale and said bitterly.
"It turns out that your qualifications are actually not too bad, and foundation building is not hopeless. And you can meet me again by chance here, which can be considered to be some fate with me. I will give this poisonous insect to you, and I will give it to you. If you have something to do, you can take care of yourself." Yang Qian said, pointing casually.
Suddenly there was a soft "bang" sound, and the bare hands turned into dots of purple light and disappeared without a trace. The giant scorpion shook and fell stiffly in front of the monks, motionless as if dead. things.
"Senior, I."
The woman in yellow shirt was overjoyed and was about to express her gratitude when she found that Yang Qian had turned into a purple light and disappeared into the miasma.
The woman surnamed Wang could only stop abruptly in her words of thanks.
The other monks on the side looked at the mutated giant scorpion on the ground, but all of them had envious expressions in their eyes.
But this scorpion was a gift from a high-level monk. Even if some of them had evil thoughts, they did not dare to snatch the giant scorpion. They could only watch the woman surnamed Wang put several talismans on the poisonous insect in one go, and then they were happy. He put it coaxingly into his spirit beast bag.
But at this moment, there was a thunderbolt from the sky, and then the sky that was originally shrouded in miasma suddenly tumbled, and then a strong wind blew from nowhere, actually blowing away some of the red miasma in the sky, and faintly visible high in the sky. The dark clouds looked like a storm was coming.
Yang Gan's figure appeared on a dark mountain peak in the distance. He glanced at the mountain peak from a distance and murmured to himself: "This storm is coming at the right time."
Then it turned into a purple rainbow and shot towards the top of the mountain.
Several bursts of thunder suddenly started, and a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The miasma in the surrounding areas was washed away by the heavy rain, contracted and lowered sharply, and all rushed to a place several feet above the ground.
Other mountain peaks in the distance were revealed one by one in the heavy rain.
The light on Yang Qian's body dimmed, and he landed on a boulder on the top of the peak. Under the cover of the spiritual light, not a drop of water touched his body.
However, not far from the boulder, there were seven or eight monks gathered here, two of them were in the foundation building stage, and the rest were in the Qi refining stage.
These people, all with their heads tied and turbans tied around their heads, were all dressed like local monks. They looked at Yang Gan who suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain in surprise and couldn't help but look at each other.
Yang Gan's eyes swept over these monks, and he suddenly released an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure. He suddenly flicked his sleeves and shouted coldly: "I'm here to kill you, get out of here!"
The strong wind is like waves, and the purple clouds are like waterfalls, pouring out from his sleeves.
The faces of these monks changed greatly, and they were horrified. Some of them used their protective shields to support themselves, while others hurriedly took off their weapons into the air, trying to escape from the sweeping purple clouds.
However, after Zixia flashed past, it was as ruthless as a devil's claws. In an instant, it involved them one by one, and then they were thrown twenty or thirty feet away like fallen leaves, turning into gourds rolling on the ground. Everyone was extremely embarrassed, with expressions on their faces. The look of horror.
At this moment, they knew that they had encountered a high-level monk with unfathomable cultivation, and they did not dare to stop at all, and they all ran away down the mountain.
After the two foundation-building monks secretly explored Yang Qian's cultivation level, their faces turned pale, and they flew their weapons without hesitation, without even daring to delay for a moment.
Yang Gan watched as these people turned into black dots and finally disappeared from the top of the mountain. Then he expressionlessly closed his eyes and looked up into the sky.
At this moment, in the sky covered with dark clouds, silver snakes danced wildly, and thunder continued.
“God is really helping me!”
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
Even if the refinement is completed, the Three Flame Fan, which is an imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao Seven Flame Fan, still needs the baptism of thunder and fire to reach the most perfect state. This chance encounter can be described as a coincidence.
Next, Yang Qian will use his magical power to absorb the power of the thunder.
Naturally, he didn't want other monks to interfere with his plans.
After taking a long breath, Yang Qian flicked the storage ring between his fingers, and with a crisp sound, several colorful Dharma flags appeared in his palm.
The next moment, Yang Qian waved one hand, and these Dharma flags shot around like meteors, instantly burrowing into the ground and disappearing without a trace.
Yang Gan looked up at the lightning that kept flashing in the sky, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Immediately, a flash of light flashed around his body, and his figure floated out of thin air, rising to a height of more than thirty feet above the ground.
He made a strange hand seal with his hands, and waves of low-pitched spells came from Yang Gan's mouth.
Suddenly, various colors of light flashed below.
After several muffled sounds of "Puff" and "Puff", several light pillars shot up from the ground into the sky, turning into several huge flags as thick as bowls, standing on the ground, as quiet as a rock.
Yang Qian's spell did not stop at all. The magic flag below released traces of spiritual energy amidst the sound of the spell, and a spiritual gathering circle with a diameter of more than ten feet was gradually formed.
In the light, various runes were rolling in the magic circle, and the entire magic circle was in a state of excitement.
And the moment the magic circle appeared, the thunder and lightning that seemed to be shaking in the sky nearby suddenly seemed to be pulled by something, and the sound became faster and faster, and the lightning gradually approached Yang Qian's position.
Yang Gan narrowed his eyes slightly, temporarily stopped speaking the magic formula, turned his palm over, and another long-necked jade bottle several inches high appeared in his hand.
This is a magic weapon he specially refined in order to collect the power of thunder and fire from the sky thunder.
Yang Qian gently tossed it, and the long-necked jade vase was instantly lifted into the air.
A purple spell hit the bottle. After the jade bottle flipped several times in the air, it stood firmly with its mouth facing upwards.
At this time, Yang Gan rubbed his hands together and raised them upwards. Two thick golden arcs shot out and hit the bottom of the jade bottle at the same time.
Accompanied by a roar of thunder.
A strange scene appeared!
The jade bottle trembled slightly, and the two golden arcs sank into the bottle and disappeared. Then Yang Gan shouted in his mouth and pointed in the air.
With a "Pfft" sound, a golden arc ejected from the mouth of the bottle, turning into an electric spear several feet long that flashed on the jade bottle, pointing straight into the dark sky.
And at this moment, a silver arc suddenly flashed down from the air and hit the golden spear. (End of chapter)