Rise of Qinglian

The Golden Flame Mountain Range is located in the southeast of the Tianlan Realm, stretching for thousands of miles. There are many volcanoes here, abundant fire spiritual energy, many fire-attribute elixirs, and a large number of fire-attribute monsters. After the Tianlan Sect unified the Tianlan Realm, Establish a branch here and send five Yuanying monks to take charge. There are space nodes here, and on the other side of the space nodes, there may be other interfaces.

There are many buildings in the Golden Flame Mountains, and you can see many strange birds and animals that are rare in the outside world. A large number of monks are active in the building complex.

The entire mountain range is dotted with large and small craters. From time to time, red lava pillars can be seen rising into the sky. The air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur. The temperature is also frighteningly high, and the sky is red.

Deep in the mountains, there is a giant peak that is tens of thousands of feet high. The giant peak is red in color. The mountain is steep and straight. At first glance, it looks like a huge sword that cuts into the sky, stuck upside down on the ground. There are rugged rocks on the mountain, and there is a tower more than ten feet high on the top of the mountain. The tall red palace has red eaves and red tiles, and there are glazed beasts on the ridge.

There is a golden plaque hanging on the palace with three large silver characters "Golden Flame Palace" written on it.

Four men, one woman, and five Nascent Soul monks gathered in the main hall. An old man with white hair and a boyish face was sitting on the main seat. The old man was wearing a green robe, with a goatee, and a peaceful face. Judging from his aura, he was obviously a Nascent Soul monk. Perfect monk.

"Xuan Yuanpan has responded. I have reported it to the sect. I believe that the sect's people are coming soon. How is the construction of the restricted area?"

The old man in green robe asked in a deep voice with a serious tone.

The green-robed old man's surname was Ma Hongfei. He still had more than two hundred years left to live. He was from the Ma family, a wealthy family of cultivators of immortals. However, after the Tianlan Sect unified the Tianlan world, there was no such thing as a major clan of cultivators of immortals.

After the Tianlan Sect unified the Tianlan world, it spent three hundred years unifying the language, culture and prices, investing a lot of resources in cultivating immortals to train disciples, refining a large number of magic weapons, formations, etc. to prepare for the invasion of other interfaces. A generation of monks who grew up have a strong sense of belonging to the Tianlan Sect, but Ma Hongfei has a stronger sense of belonging to the family.

The Ma family is still the Ma family, but they have to obey the orders of the Tianlan Sect. Anyone who dares to disobey the sect's orders will be severely punished, and Ma Hongfei does not dare to disobey.

In order to invade other interfaces, Tianlan Realm spent a lot of manpower and material resources to refine dozens of magic weapons, Xuanyuan Disk, and placed them in places with many space nodes. As long as the Xuanyuan Disk is sensitive, it means that monks from other interfaces want to Open a space channel.

Ma Hongfei knew that the Tianlan Sect was going to invade other interfaces, and two Nascent Soul monks from the Ma family were also sent to other worlds, waiting for an opportunity to open the space channel connecting the two interfaces.

No one can be sure that Tianlan Realm will win over other interfaces. Therefore, a large number of restrictions must be placed. If other interfaces are stronger, Tianlan Realm will immediately block the passage to ensure that everything is foolproof.

An old woman in green robes with a kind face nodded and said: "It's almost done. There are thirty-six sets of formations covering the entire Golden Flame Mountain Range. It's not a problem to stop one hundred and eighty Nascent Souls, but it's hard to say for the cultivators who transform themselves into gods. "

Ma Hongfei frowned and said in a stern tone: "This is not enough. Inform other sub-helms to send more people, especially formation masters and formation equipment. The Golden Flame Mountain Range is suitable for setting up fire-attribute formations. Transport more Bring over some fire attribute formation materials."

"Master Nephew Ma is right. He immediately dispatched a group of people to seal the area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles and turn it into an independent space. In this way, we can attack when we advance and defend when we retreat."

A majestic female voice suddenly sounded. As soon as she finished speaking, a red dragon that was more than a hundred feet long flew in. With a flash of red light, the red dragon transformed into a girl in a red dress with picturesque features. The girl in the red dress had fair skin. , there is a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, and a pair of coral-like long crystal horns on her head. She exudes an aura as vast as the vast ocean, and she is clearly a god-transformation monk.

When Ma Hongfei and the other five saw the girl in the red dress, they all stood up, bowed and saluted, and said in unison: "Disciple pays homage to Uncle Long."

Tianlan Sect has no distinction between races and treats everyone equally. If there is a disciple, they will be called according to seniority. If there is no disciple, they will be called according to the level of cultivation.

"Master Nephew Ma, you have done a good job. Send more people, mobilize various resources, seal this place first, and then open the space channel."

The girl in the red dress ordered that she gave herself a name——Long Hanji.

"Junior Sister Long, please open the space channel first! Otherwise, what happened last time will not happen again and we will be busy in vain. We don't have so much time to waste."

A gentle man's voice suddenly sounded. As soon as he finished speaking, countless silver arcs suddenly lit up in the void. In a flash of silver light, a tall and tall young man in silver clothes appeared in the hall.

The young man in silver shirt has handsome features, is wearing a silver robe, a silver jade crown on his head, and a white jade belt around his waist. His aura is even more powerful than Long Hanji.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Lei!"

Ma Hongfei and others saluted one after another with extremely respectful expressions.

The strength of the young man in silver shirt ranks among the top five in the Tianlan world. His surname is Lei and his name is Yunbin. He has a body of dry thunder and has vast supernatural powers.

"Senior Brother Lei, we alone cannot open the space channel. This is a channel that connects two interfaces. Ordinary magic weapons cannot maintain the stable existence of the channel. Once it collapses, the disciples in the channel will die."

Long Hanji frowned and said.

Lei Yunbin smiled slightly and said: "Senior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Li have arrived. The four of us, plus the two heaven-reaching spiritual treasures, the Xuanguang Skybreaking Sword and the Colorful Glazed Bead, are enough to maintain the existence of the space channel. We Five waves of people were sent out one after another, and most of them were killed or injured. There are still more than ten people alive. If we wait any longer and make the same mistake as last time, we can only send another group of experts over and wait for hundreds of years or even longer. "

Long Yan Ji frowned slightly, nodded, and said: "Since Senior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Li have arrived, it's no problem. Let's go there!"

She looked at Ma Hongfei and ordered: "Master Nephew Ma, our sect has sent tens of thousands of monks here. You can settle them down. The sun and the moon will keep building the prohibition formation to seal off the entire area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles."

"Yes, Uncle Long."

Ma Hongfei agreed repeatedly, looking excited.

Long Hanji and Lei Yunbin turned into two escaping lights and flew out.

In the northwest corner of the Golden Flame Mountains, there is a low red mountain peak. A somewhat hunched middle-aged man and a pot-bellied old man in red robes stand on the top of the mountain. They look at the sky with solemn expressions.

The middle-aged man wore a purple robe, his eyes were like lightning. The old man in red robe had a fair face, and his neck was invisible. He had a swollen belly and looked like a moving mountain of flesh.

The middle-aged man's surname is Li Mingshuo, and the old man in red robe is surnamed Zhao Minglei in the early stage of becoming a god.

Hundreds of monks stood behind them, including twenty Nascent Soul monks.

Long Hanji and Lei Yunbin flew from a distance and landed in front of Li Shuo and Zhao Lei.

"We have been busy for more than six hundred years, and finally we have some insights. I hope we will not make the same mistakes again."

Zhao Yan's face was a little complicated, and he looked up into the void.

"Let's do it! Xuanyuan Pan responded more than a month ago. The longer the delay, the more likely it is that the disciples in the other world will perish."

Lei Yunbin said solemnly that he did not care about the life or death of those disciples, but it was not easy to send a disciple to other interfaces. They had been waiting for hundreds of years.