Rise of Qinglian

The cyan peacock hovered high in the sky, setting off waves of cyan fire. Soon, a cyan fire cloud hundreds of miles in size appeared in the sky, emitting an astonishing heat wave.

Following a deafening explosion, blue fireballs fell down and hit the Blood Shadow Clan monks.

Three rays of light appeared in the distant sky, very fast.

"No, the spirit world has sent people down."

The face of the young woman in the blood skirt changed, and she exclaimed. Without saying a word, she flicked her sleeves, rolled up more than a dozen tribesmen, and turned into a streak of blood-colored light that broke through the air and walked away at an extremely fast speed.

The dense green fireballs smashed down, and the cultivator was hit by the green fireballs and was instantly wiped out.

A gust of hot wind blew by, and the cyan phoenix suddenly appeared above the blood-colored escape light. It opened its mouth and sprayed out a stream of cyan flames, heading straight for the blood-colored escape light.

The Bloody Escape tried to avoid it, but a heavy Sanskrit sound sounded, and the Bloody Escape suddenly stopped.

There was a loud rumbling sound, the green flames drowned the bloody light, and a woman's scream was heard.

The void fluctuated, and a big green hand appeared out of thin air and struck the blue sea of ​​fire.

With a scream, the young woman in the blood skirt fell out of the sea of ​​fire, her face slightly pale.

The bloody spirit patterns on her body shone brightly, and her body turned into a mass of blood mist. The blood mist suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of masses, flying in different directions and disappearing into the sky.

At this moment, a deafening roar of beasts suddenly came from the bottom of the sea. The seawater rolled violently, setting off huge waves that lifted up into the sky, and a powerful force of gravity emerged out of thin air.

The blood mist slowed down and quickly fell towards the bottom of the sea.

There was a flash of green light, and a small tower with green light suddenly appeared in the sky. Many monster patterns were engraved on the tower, and it exuded a terrifying wave of spiritual energy.

The small cyan tower lit up with a burst of dazzling green light, and its size skyrocketed. A powerful air flow emerged out of thin air, and the blood mist flew uncontrollably towards the giant cyan tower. The other monks who were lucky enough to escape did the same, and flew towards the cyan tower. The giant tower flew away and was taken in by the giant blue tower.

The three escaping lights also stopped, two men and one woman, the one with the strongest aura was a green-robed Taoist priest with a fat head, a green jade gourd hanging on his waist, and a green spirit beast bracelet on his left hand.

Li Muyun, in the middle stage of becoming a god, is the leader of the Xuanqing sect in the lower realm.

"You dare to invade other interfaces in the early stages of becoming a god. You are so bold."

Li Muyun sneered, and with one move with one hand, the giant green tower quickly shrank and flew towards him.

An old man in red robes, as thin as a bamboo pole, his eyes lit up with a dazzling red light, frowned and said: "Don't be careless, the innate magical power of the Blood Shadow Clan should not be underestimated, it is actually hiding under our noses."

Sun Feng is a fifth-level formation mage with a cultivation level in the middle stage of becoming a god.

His main purpose in the lower realm is to help the Zhao family set up formations to prevent the Zhao family from being exterminated.

He shook his right hand, and a flag with red light flying out. With a slight flick, a red flame swept out and hit a certain void.

There was a flash of blood, and the young woman in the blood skirt appeared with frightened eyes. The blood mist just now was just a cover-up.

Li Muyun's eyes flashed with surprise, showing a hint of anger. The other party was hiding under his nose, and he was almost deceived.

"Senior Brother Li, there is no need to blame yourself. This is our first time dealing with the Blood Shadow Clan. The Blood Shadow Clan's innate magical powers are indeed powerful, but they cannot be hidden from Senior Brother Sun's Lihuo True Eyes."

A graceful young woman in a golden skirt said with a chuckle. After saying this, she raised her jade hand, and two cyan rings flew out and disappeared in an instant.

The young woman in the blood skirt turned pale with fright, her body surface glowed with blood, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and a powerful force of gravity emerged out of thin air. She felt trapped in the quagmire, unable to move.

A green light lit up above his head, and a green ring suddenly appeared.

The young woman in the blood skirt quickly sprayed out a stream of extremely smelly bloody flames and hit the green ring.

"Be careful, the flames she breathes can defile treasures."

Zhao Yangxiang shouted quickly.

The cyan ring suddenly lit up with a dazzling green light and disappeared. The next moment, the cyan ring was wrapped around the neck of the young woman in the blood skirt. The young woman in the blood skirt discovered in horror that she could not mobilize her magic power.

Taking this opportunity, the giant cyan tower emitted a stream of cyan glow and took her in.

"With Junior Sister Zhao's prisoner spirit ring in hand, it will be much easier to deal with the Blood Shadow Clan."

Li Muyun praised, the young woman in the gold skirt is called Zhao Weiwei, she is a fifth-level weapon refiner.

The Xuanqing sect sent three mid-stage god-transformation monks to the lower realm, namely the formation master, the weapon refiner and the spiritual master, who took this matter very seriously.

"The prisoner spirit ring is not omnipotent. If it were not for the cooperation of the two senior brothers, my little sister would not have captured her so easily."

Zhao Weiwei said modestly.

Zhao Yangxiang flew over with a respectful expression: "Junior Zhao Yangxiang pays homage to the three seniors."

"Master Zhao sent us down to the lower realm to help you. There is no need to be polite, Master Zhao."

Li Muyun said pleasantly that the ancestors of the Zhao family were already in the integration stage, so he would naturally be more polite.

"By the way, Master Nephew Zhao, where is the Divine Water of Creation?"

Li Muyun asked straight to the point.

"The Tianhaimen in the Xihai Immortal Realm has been destroyed, probably at the hands of the Blood Shadow Clan."

Zhao Yangxiang replied truthfully.

Li Muyun frowned and ordered: "Go back to Qianyang Island first. Please tell us in detail about the situation between the Blood Shadow Clan and the Tianhai Realm. Only by knowing your enemy and yourself can you be victorious in every battle."

"Yes, Master Li."

Zhao Yangxiang said politely, and quickly invited Li Muyun and the others to Qianyang Island.

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Golden Turtle Island, the main altar of Taiyang Sect.

Thousands of monks were fighting, corpses were strewn across the fields, and flames were rising into the sky.

In a very large red stone square, a shining golden humanoid statue stands in the center of the square. This is the statue of Taiyang Zhenren, the founder of the Taiyang Sect.

A embarrassed figure fell from the sky and hit the statue, causing the statue to shatter.

Yang Hongji, the head of Taiyang Sect, fell to the ground, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and looked pale.

A ray of blood fell from the sky, and it turned out to be a tall, thin old man in blood robes. He was obviously a late-stage Nascent Soul monk. The old man in blood robes had some blood-colored spiritual patterns on his body. He had a high nose and long ears. He was obviously from the Blood Shadow Clan.

"You have been able to hold on for so long. If we give you another chance to serve us, we can spare your life."

The tone of the blood-robed old man was full of temptation.

"Even if I die, I will not help others. Our ancestor has already been sent to the lower realm. You will suffer it when the time comes."

Yang Hongji laughed.

"Huh, if you're stubborn, I'll send you on your way."

The old man in blood robe looked cold.

At this moment, the sky darkened, and a blue lotus flower with a diameter of thousands of feet fell from the sky.

The green lotus flower twirled around, and countless green sword energy swept out, slashing at the Blood Shadow Clan.

The old man in blood robe was scared to death, and he quickly took out a bloody shield and blocked it in front of him.

The bloody shield was like paper, being smashed into pieces by the dense green sword energy. The old man in blood robe took the opportunity to avoid it.

"Who is it? Dare to ruin the good things of our Blood Shadow Clan."

The old man in blood robe frowned.

"Qinglian King Qingshan."

A cold and ruthless man's voice came from the sky and resounded throughout the world.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow descended from the sky and struck at the old man in blood robe.

The old man in blood-robed robes couldn't avoid it, so he quickly waved the bloody sword in his hand and rushed forward.

With a muffled sound, the bloody sword and the old man in blood robe were cut in half by the cyan rainbow.