other side.
Somewhere in Kunwu Mountain, where the Ziwei Seven-Star Array has been set up, the array is roaring and exploding, and it's the critical moment to break the array.
Seven purple light pillars soared into the sky in the endless purple mist, and a low thunder sounded from above. Thick electric arcs one after another popped up from the surface of the light pillars from time to time, hitting various places in the array.
The fog was already so dense that it was difficult to see even one's fingers, and disturbing sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard from time to time.
Yang Qian was surrounded by golden light, and he slowly approached one of the light pillars without changing his expression. The purple mist around him turned into bowl-mouthed giant pythons. As soon as they approached him, they were immediately surrounded by the golden light and chopped into pieces one after another. After a few cuts, it disintegrated into mist again.
But seeing this situation, Yang Gan's face still didn't change at all, because more purple pythons immediately appeared from the purple mist and flew towards him.
On the contrary, he didn't care at all about the silver-white arcs of lightning that struck from time to time above his head, no matter how thick they were.
Whenever the silver arc was about to reach his body, Yang Qian would wave a palm covered with golden arcs into the air, and all the arcs would be immediately drawn aside, without any power at all.
Suddenly two inaudible hums sounded behind him. Yang Qian frowned and flicked his backhand without looking back. Two slender golden arcs were shot out. After the two thunderbolts, a burning breath followed. Come.
Only then did Yang Qian turn his head and take a look, only to see two huge fist-sized peaks falling straight down from the low altitude, covered in black.
Not only are these giant peaks amazing in size, but they are also covered with gorgeous yellow markings, and the stings on their backs are even three inches long, making people shudder when they see them.
But Yang Qian killed at least thirty or forty of these spiritual insects in the mist. But except for the first few that he strangled with his flying sword, the rest of the giant peaks were all killed by him with the evil-dispelling thunder. .
As for the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, Yang Qian has not used it directly yet. This kind of monster is not enough for him to use all his strength.
After all, although there are many of these bees, they have no resistance to the evil-dispelling divine thunder, and they almost die immediately after being stuck to them.
Yang Qian's divine thunder didn't seem to consume much.
In addition to the huge fist-sized peaks, there were also several strange blood-red bats attacking Yang Gan in the purple mist. Apart from their color, these bats looked just like ordinary bats.
However, after slashing with the flying sword, the sword light failed to kill the bat. It was after the flying sword slashed it that the bat's body was split open after a pause.
This made Yang Qian very surprised.
You must know that his flying sword, after being mixed with many rare materials such as Gengjing, is extremely sharp. Even lesser flying swords can cut through grass and trees. But it is not easy to kill this bat, but you can see these The bat's body became hard.
Both giant bees and blood bats are the most common spiritual insects and beasts in the world of immortality. However, they have been bred to be so difficult to deal with, which shows how much effort has been spent on them.
But now, in order to cooperate with the formation, they are placed here without any control, so that the power of these giant bees and blood bats has not been exerted even half.
It seems that the monks from the Ye family in front really did not hesitate to spend money in order to delay time.
Thinking in his mind, Yang Qian was already only more than ten feet away from the purple beam of light in front of him, and it seemed that he could destroy the beam of light in just a few steps.
But at this moment, the giant purple bamboo that had disappeared since he entered the formation suddenly appeared around the light pillar, then blurred for a while and then quickly expanded to all directions, surrounding Yang Gan in a blink of an eye. The bamboo shadow was hit.
The beam of light that was so close turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
There were actually restrictions on illusions near these light pillars. Yang Qian was startled for a moment, and then he chuckled with a raised corner of his mouth.
As long as it wasn't the top-level illusion technique from the ancient times that he had encountered before, how could ordinary illusion restrictions trap him.
Without thinking, the blue light flashed in Yang Gan's pupils. In an instant, all the purple bamboos turned into phantoms in front of his eyes, and the beam of light suddenly appeared in its original position.
The sleeves of the robe shook, and the sword light shot out. After hovering in the air, it suddenly turned into a giant sharp sword amidst the clear sound. In a flash of light, a strangely thick sword light struck the root of the light column.
A loud "boom" sound came, and the light pillar disappeared instantly after the roots were destroyed.
And almost at the same time, the purple mist bamboo forest around Yang Gan, whether phantom or real, disappeared with him as the center, leaving a large open space a hundred feet wide, revealing patches of white jade on the ground. brick.
Yang Gan glanced down, raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and then raised his head to look at the place still shrouded in purple mist in the distance.
Only three of the remaining six light pillars were seen, and the other two were destroyed by who knew which two people were ahead of him.
Yang Qian was silent for a while, and had no intention of destroying other light pillars. Instead, he took out a spiritual stone and sat down cross-legged.
Taking this opportunity, he had to think carefully about how to deal with the appearance of the Holy Ancestor of the Demon Realm.
Especially the two Tongtian Lingbao
While Yang Qian was recovering his mana, his eyes flashed and he was thinking.
After an unknown period of time, Yang Qian suddenly touched the storage ring on his waist with one hand. Suddenly, a blue rectangular object appeared in his hand. It was exactly the shrunken one found in the stone tablet in Kunwu Mountain. Crystal monument.
Sky Crystal Monument!
With Yang Qian's powerful spiritual consciousness, he stared at the stone tablet for a long time, but he didn't even notice that there was such a thing hidden in it.
If he hadn't been familiar with the plot of the original work, and if it had been anyone else, if there hadn't been a treasure-hunting beast like the Earth Armored Dragon, he wouldn't have discovered this thing at all.
The Sky Crystal Monument itself is also weird enough. It seems to be made of some unknown refined stone, but it is extremely heavy before the spiritual power is injected into it.
But once spiritual power is injected into it, it immediately becomes light and airy as if it were nothing.
‘This thing can be put to good use. ’
Yang Qian weighed the crystal tablet twice with one hand, then touched his chin, and put it away with a flash of light on his hand.
At this moment, almost in tandem, two sounds came from the distant magic circle, and two more light pillars were destroyed.
As for the last remaining light pillar, it dimmed and disappeared on its own without Yang Qian and others going to destroy it.
In this way, this magical formation was finally destroyed by their joint efforts.
After all the purple mist phantoms disappeared, the figures of the others all appeared, but immediately the furious voice of the old demon came from the air:
"Where are the four guys from the Poison Saint Sect! They actually know this formation and slipped through it quietly!"
Yang Gan glanced around and found that the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect had disappeared.
"Hmph! Not only them, but that little guy Zheng Wei is also missing! I said he invited a few of us to come in together. Sure enough, he had some ulterior motive from the beginning." The Nascent Soul Stage man cursed with an angry look on his face.
"No wonder these people suddenly left us alone. Look ahead." Bai Yaoyi sighed and pointed her jade finger forward.
Only then did the others discover that at one end of the square where they were sitting, there were more than a dozen stone steps leading to different directions.
"It seems that these people think that as long as they don't choose the same path as the monks in front, or if the other party separates their hands, they can handle it independently. That's why they ran away alone, hoping to monopolize something!" The old man surnamed Fu also said He said with a frown.
"Hmph, that's fine. I've long wanted to do it alone. I'll kill anyone who dares to stop me from getting the treasure." Gan Laomo quickly regained his composure.
Then, in a flash, the five white shadows stopped two or three times in front of each jade tablet, and looked at all the stone tablets.
Then without hesitation, five white shadows gathered together and flew towards the stone steps marked Kunwu Hall.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the big man and the others over there changed slightly, and then the four of them gathered together and whispered.
At the same time, the voice of the old man named Fu also sounded in Yang Gan’s ears:
"It seems that after this formation is broken, our joint efforts have collapsed. I wonder, Brother Yang, what are your plans next?"
Yang Qian glanced at the old man not far away, and after pondering for a moment, he transmitted the message with the same slight movement of his lips.
"There are so many places leading to here, and Yang is planning to act alone. As long as he doesn't choose those particularly eye-catching places, there should be no danger."
"So that's it! Brother Yang has extraordinary magical powers, so I don't think there will be any danger! But Fu Mou dare not act alone. He is secretly attacked by lions and beasts that are equal to the silver-winged yaksha. I have no power to protect myself. I still talk to Bai Dao Friends, please choose the same stone steps. Whether you can gain something depends on your own opportunities." The old man surnamed Fu was silent for a while and replied with a wry smile.
The elder of the Jiuyou Sect had no intention of complaining.
After all, with so many people searching for treasures, it is indeed not suitable for many people to search in the same place. Otherwise, if any rare treasures appear, a fight for them will be inevitable.
Yang Qian's magical power was obviously much higher than that of him and Bai Yaoyi, and even much better than ordinary late-stage monks. It would be better to work separately here.
"Fellow Taoist Rich, Brother Yang! I'm going to take a step forward." The discussion over there seemed to have been completed, and the big man immediately said hello to this side, and then walked around in groups of two in front of several stone tablets, and divided the troops into two groups. The block flew towards two of the stone steps.
Soon after, their figures disappeared into the spiritual mist in the distance and disappeared
At this time, the old man surnamed Fu also finished communicating secretly with Bai Yaoyi. After saying goodbye to Yang Qian, the two of them also chose a stone step that no one had ever been before and couldn't wait to use the light body technique to leave.
In a moment, Yang Gan was the only one left in the huge square.
Looking at the empty surroundings, a sneer appeared on Yang Gan's face, and his eyes scanned the stone tablets.
Except for the "Kunwu Palace" and "Demon Suppressing Tower" that the first few waves of people walked through, which sounded like the center of Kunwu Mountain, the rest were some ambiguous places that people couldn't tell.
"Huiming Pavilion, Xiangyun Hall, Gouyutan Zhuling Hall!" Yang Qian paused and stopped at a certain stone tablet.
Ordinary monks who enter this place think that places like Kunwu Hall and Lingbao Pavilion are more likely to find valuable treasures.
As everyone knows, the most precious treasure in Kunwu Mountain is not the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, but the Taiyin True Fire in the Lingzhu Hall!
This fire is one of the three true spiritual fires that are rare in the world. It is as famous as the true sun fire that Yang Qian got from the hell! In the original timeline, the two flames merged, and then swallowed up the spiritual fires of heaven and earth such as the Devouring Flame of the spiritual clan in the spiritual world. Their power is immeasurable!
This is Yang Qian's real goal in coming to Kunwu Mountain. Compared with Taiyin True Fire, the "Eight Spirit Rulers", "Black Wind Flag" and other heaven-reaching spiritual treasures are not worth mentioning at all.
Yang Qian was thinking in his heart, and looked around expressionlessly. He immediately swayed and walked up the stone steps behind the stone monument, heading up the mountain.
Not long after Yang Gan disappeared, lightning flashed in the center of the square, and two monsters named Gui, the ugly woman, and the lion and beast appeared simultaneously in the light.
"Thunder Escape Technique can only be used up to this point. If you move forward, you will trigger the restriction in the air." The lion beast suppressed its brilliance, turned its head and looked at the stone steps leading to Kunwu Hall, and said slowly .
"The remaining spiritual energy here is very strong. It seems that the human monks have just destroyed the magic circles." The ugly woman surnamed Gui also said with her hands on her waist.
At this moment, the lion beast suddenly roared twice, then spread its wings, flew into the low air, circled several stone tablets several times, and then flew back again.
"People have gone to these places!" After taking a look, the lion beast analyzed coldly.
"Fellow Lion Taoist has a really keen sense of smell! This is just right. Those human monks will move separately, and it will be easier for me to snatch the life cards. However, if the monks who broke into Kunwu Temple are not good at magical powers, they may not be able to break the restrictions of this temple. "The ugly woman first praised the beast, then frowned and became worried.
"Huh, it doesn't matter! If these humans can't do it, I will help them secretly. As long as we don't touch those restrictions that restrain us, we can still be somewhat sure of breaking the rest." The lion beast said confidently.
"In this case, let's go. Let's first see who the monks are walking on these stone steps? Fellow Taoist Lion and Bird, your escape skills are the best. You can cover up your figure for us." The ugly woman said carelessly. said.
"I know." The lion and beast agreed nonchalantly upon hearing this.
Then the wings behind his back shook slightly, and a burst of rays of light surged out from above, sweeping them simultaneously. Then with a flash of light, the two monsters disappeared.
Yang Qian was dripping on his toes at this moment, and his body swayed several feet away as if nothing existed. After turning a few corners, the White Jade Square had already disappeared without a trace.
There are some tall spiritual trees on both sides of the stone steps, some of which Yang Gan knows, and some that he has never seen before
He looked at it with some interest.
These trees have been growing on Kunwu Mountain for who knows how many thousands of years. Even the ordinary spiritual trees have now become excellent materials for refining weapons.
However, Yang Gan will naturally not slow down for these things.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, my eyes suddenly brightened, and I finally saw a large pavilion in the distance.
"The Casting Hall has arrived!"
Yang Gan showed a hint of joy, and immediately sped up a bit, reaching the end of the stone steps in a blink of an eye, but then he stopped with a look on his face.
Because there is a white misty light curtain in front of him, and through the light curtain, there is a huge cyan wall behind him, six to seven feet high, covering the back tightly.
But facing the stone steps, there is a tall stele tower, and you can faintly see the large buildings behind the wall. On the conspicuous top of the stele tower, the three characters "Zhuling Hall" are written in silver powder.
Yang Gan's eyes slowly wandered around, and the broad light curtain was like an invisible giant wall, firmly covering the entire manor-like casting hall.
Obviously, there are no opportunistic shortcuts to entry.
Combining everything in the original work, he couldn't help but secretly guess that the ancient monks who sealed this mountain must have activated all the restrictions before leaving and protected everything here.
Perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, looking forward to returning to this mountain one day.
Despite such indifferent thoughts in his heart, Yang Qian's actions showed no hesitation at all.
His face was expressionless, and he shook his sleeves violently, and a bright golden light flew out like an arrow from a string, striking hard at the light curtain.
"Here -" A crisp sound echoed in the air, and the flying sword transformed into golden light relied on its sharp edge to forcefully slice into the light curtain, penetrating into the light curtain.
However, even so, it still could not completely penetrate the seemingly fragile but actually extremely tough light curtain, and in the end it could only helplessly stagnate.
Immediately, a white light burst out from the broken light curtain, as if there was an invisible force working hard to bridge the crack.
Yang Gan frowned and raised his hand to lightly tap the flying sword in the light curtain.
The flying sword immediately flew back with a "swish" as if it had been summoned, and the light curtain it had previously split also closed again in an instant.
Yang Qian looked at the light curtain, which was about ten feet thick, and couldn't help but evaluate it in his heart.
Even if you use a powerful sword technique to attack, it may not be effective.
Although it is possible to use the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder to break through the light curtain in one fell swoop, it would be too wasteful.
After all, if a barrier-type restriction like this cannot be destroyed with one blow, it can be restored to its original state almost instantly.
Of course, if he is patient, he can also release gold-eating insects to slowly devour the spiritual power on the light screen. It is estimated that it will take a few days to break this restriction.
But how could Yang Qian have so much time to wait slowly.
After just a brief calculation, he immediately made a decision in his mind. He suddenly flicked the storage ring on his waist with one hand, and a fist-sized ball of light flew out instantly. Then, after it circled in the air, A simple feather fan appeared. On the surface of the fan, the three colors of gold, silver and red were intertwined, flashing and dazzling.
Yang Qian made a move in the air, and the feather fan made a clear phoenix sound and flew gracefully into his hand.
It is the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao Seven Flame Fan - the Three Flame Fan!
The next moment, Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and stared at the Three Flame Fan. Without hesitation, he rubbed his hands together. The feather fan suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light and instantly became several feet in size.
Yang Gan held the fan in one hand, stared coldly at the light screen in front of him, and waved the precious fan in his hand slightly.
With a "pop" sound, when he deliberately controlled the mana in his body, although a stream of three-color flames also surged out from the fan, this time the fire did not turn into a fire phoenix and appeared, but sprayed directly on the light curtain. superior.
As a result, the moment the flame touched the light curtain, it was like the spring sun melting snow, and the light curtain melted and disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, a huge hole appeared above the light curtain.
A flash of sharpness flashed in Yang Gan's eyes, and he gently retracted the three-flame fan in his hand. The next moment, his figure turned into a brilliant purple rainbow, penetrating the light curtain in front of him without any hindrance.
The purple rainbow dissipated, and Yang Qian's figure appeared in front of the monument. He turned his head slightly and focused his eyes.
In just this moment, the light curtain began to close again.
"The restrictions here are a bit mysterious."
A slight smile appeared on Yang Gan's lips. This restriction might be a problem for ordinary monks, but for him, it was nothing more than child's play.
Thinking of this, he briefly checked the mana in his body and found that the use of the Three Flame Fan this time only activated a small half of the power of the feather fan, so the mana was only lost by less than 10%.
‘If I were like Han Li in the original work and only had mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, I would have exhausted all my mana in two or three strokes. ’
Yang Gan shook his head, turned around, and strode towards the Bell Tower Pavilion behind the stone wall.
The pavilions in front are all of the same style, they are all two-story small buildings more than ten feet high.
Yang Gan casually walked into a building near the entrance and found that it was empty, with almost nothing except some tables and chairs. It seems to be just a place designed for people to rest.
It seemed that even if there were some personal belongings inside, they had already been cleaned up when the ancient monks evacuated.
Although he had already expected it and knew that this was how it was described in the original work, Yang Qian still sighed secretly.
As a result, he doesn't have much hope for other pavilions. It is estimated that only the place where the Taiyin True Fire is located can be harvested.
Sure enough, after looking around several other similar attics, Yang Qian also found nothing.
The other stone houses below, which looked like warehouses, were still empty.
No matter the stone shelves or some huge metal boxes inside, they were all empty, not even a trace of weapon refining materials could be seen. This made Yang Qian, who had almost turned a small distance, feel depressed.
When Yang Gan walked out of the last stone house, he appeared in front of a stone palace.
This stone palace does not seem to be grand, occupying only more than a hundred feet of space, but the overall color is red, as if a burning flame is jumping on the surface of the stone palace, exuding a fiery aura.
"Hualing Palace!"
Yang Gan stared at the fiery red plaque hanging on the door of the palace, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and murmured to himself in a low voice.
Even though he was just standing outside the stone palace, the hot breath that hit his face already made Yang Qian feel something extraordinary.
This is it!
His heart moved, and then he put his hands behind his back and stepped into the temple resolutely.
However, the moment Yang Qian had just stepped into the palace gate, there was suddenly a deafening roar of thunder in his ears, as if there were countless thunders exploding in his ears, making his ears buzz slightly.
Yang Qian suddenly narrowed his eyes, not surprised but happy, and quickly swept his eyes towards the palace. (End of chapter)