Rise of Qinglian

If you observe carefully, you can find that the ribs of the humanoid skeleton are broken, and the left arm is missing, as if the front of the body has been seriously injured. With a flick of Wang Qingshan's wrist, a large cloud of blue sword energy swept out, smashing the human skeleton into pieces.

He put away the leopard puppet, manipulated the ape puppet, and brought over the cyan jade box and the cyan incense burner.

There was a cyan storage bag inside the jade box, and there were a lot of things in the storage bag. To Wang Qingshan's excitement, there were several magical artifacts that were shining brightly. Obviously, because they were well preserved, the spirituality of the magical artifacts did not lose much.

Four magical artifacts, two high-grade magical artifacts, and two low-grade magical artifacts. In addition, there are more than 5,000 pieces of spiritual stones and more than a dozen jade slips.

Wang Qingshan checked the contents of the jade slips one by one, and to his surprise, one of the blue jade slips recorded a secret of Fenxiang Sect.

According to the records in the jade slips, the Fenxiang Sect was originally a force established by three casual cultivators, with the purpose of holding together for warmth and facilitating the search for resources.

Among the three of them, Yang Lian was the most cultivated, and usually engaged in killing and seizing treasures, but after the team grew, the other two were dissatisfied with the distribution of property and complained a lot.

Yang Lian had been prepared for a long time, and set up a secret treasury where he and his two sons knew the location of most of his savings.

In one operation, two foundation-building monks colluded with outsiders and set up a formation against Yang Lian.

Yang Lian tried his best to break the formation and break out of the siege. He was also seriously injured and pursued by his pursuers.

In order to cover his two sons from escaping, Yang Lian stayed behind and died at the hands of the pursuers. Yang Lian's two sons were also separated.

The owner of the cave is Yang Lian's youngest son, Yang Zhong. He was in the Qi refining stage at the time, and he knew he was no match for the other party. He contacted a few members of the Fenxiang Cult who were loyal to Yang Lian, and promised to retaliate by attacking the disciples of Yaowanggu. Their luck was relatively bad, and they kicked the iron board, but Yang Zhong was seriously injured and fled. They also killed two disciples of Yaowanggu.

After Yang Zhong fled back to the secret treasury, knowing that time was running out, he deliberately wrote down this incident. He didn't know that the Fenxiang Sect had been wiped out by Yaowanggu, and hoped that the monk who discovered the secret treasury would avenge Yang Lian.

"Fenxiang Cult! This is really cheap for me."

Wang Qingshan said to himself, feeling very excited.

With this sum of spirit stones, he will have no problem cultivating to the ninth level of Qi Refining. As for building the foundation, he will have to rely on the help of his family.

Most of the more than a dozen jade slips are exercises, among which there is a gradeless "Thousand-Yin Collection", which is a rhythm exercise that can be cultivated from the first level of qi refining to the third level of alchemy.

Cultivation method is one of the guarantees for a sect and family inheritance. A good practice method is worth far more than Jidan.

Although this "Thousand Sounds Treasure" has no grades, it is already very good to be able to cultivate to the third level of alchemy. If there is no exercise for the alchemy stage, after the alchemy is successful, you have to find a suitable exercise.

Whether it is the disciples of the sect or the cultivating family, they all pay special attention to the inheritance of exercises. They will not carry exercises with them when they go out. They usually memorize the methods of cultivation. Anyway, the memory of immortal cultivators is so good that there is no need to record them on jade slips or books. Wear it on your body.

"Aunt Nine seems to be practicing music and rhythm skills, and this "Thousand Sounds Collection" should be suitable for her practice."

Wang Qingshan said something to himself, put away all the things, checked carefully twice, and walked out after confirming that there was nothing missing.

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In the depths of the Feifeng Mountains, in a certain green bamboo forest, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan walked forward slowly, the double-eyed mouse lay on Wang Changsheng's shoulders.

It has been more than two months, relying on the keen sense of smell of the double-eyed mouse, they have obtained five 100-year-old Yuluo flowers. As for the 400-year-old Yuluo flowers, there is no shadow.

"Husband, in another seven days, the auction will start. If you still can't find it after searching for a while, let's go back to Feifeng Valley first, and then look for it after participating in the big auction!"

Wang Ruyan suggested.

"Well, I think so too, to be honest, I..."

Before Wang Changsheng could finish his words, a loud explosion sounded from the front.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan glanced at each other with alert expressions on their faces.

Hearing the explosion, the double-eyed mouse hurriedly got back into the spirit animal bag, poked its head out, and its black eyeballs kept rolling.

"What a coward."

Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, patted the head of the Shuangtumoshu, sacrificed the Blue Lotus Boat, and walked up with Wang Ruyan.

After he entered a formula, the blue lotus boat quickly lifted into the air and flew towards the direction where the explosion sound came from.

Passing through the bamboo forest is a large green grassland.

Dozens of cyan wolves were besieging a middle-aged Taoist priest. Wang Changsheng took a closer look and found that the middle-aged Taoist priest was Pan Sheng.

The leader was a two-headed high-rank wolf, five second-rank low-rank demon wolves and more than thirty first-rank demon wolves. They continuously spewed blue wind blades to attack Pan Sheng.

Pan Sheng's complexion was very pale, and he looked as if he had little mana left. He held a small blue umbrella above his head and drove four blue flying swords to temporarily block the blue demon wolf. Dozens of first-order demon wolves were lying in a pool of blood.

The escape talisman in his hand was used up, and if there were no accidents, he might not be able to leave.

He seemed to have sensed something, looked up at the sky, and saw Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, he was overjoyed immediately, and quickly said: "Friend Wang Daoist, please help, the poor will definitely repay you."

"Pan Daoyou, our husband and wife still have to look for Yuluohua, and there is no time to delay here."

Without real benefits, Wang Changsheng would not save Pan Sheng.

Hearing this, Pan Sheng complained incessantly. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I know where there are 400-year-old Jade Flowers. As long as you are willing to help, I will tell you the location of the Jade Flowers."

"You know? Then why don't you pick it? At this time, do you still want to hide it?"

Pan Sheng smiled wryly, and said: "I just discovered it too. There are two double-headed flame crows there. I killed a second-rank low-rank one and a second-rank high-rank one. With the strength of your husband and wife, you can definitely kill them together. That two-headed flame crow of the top-rank of the second rank."

"Aww!"

The wolf king let out a strange roar, and opened his mouth to spit out two giant wind blades more than two feet long, and the other monster wolves followed suit.

All of a sudden, hundreds of cyan wind blades shot out overwhelmingly.

Pan Sheng was frightened out of his wits, and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Daoist Wang, please help quickly, that place is very secret, if I don't say anything, when you find that place, I'm afraid someone else will be there first."

As he spoke, he raised a cyan shield the size of a palm, and stood in front of him after rising against the wind.

After a muffled crackling sound, the cyan shield blocked all the wind blades, dozens of cracks appeared on the surface, and the light was dim.

For this low-grade defensive magic weapon, it is already very good.

"Ma'am, let's do it!"

When Wang Changsheng's method was pinched, a large number of blue light spots appeared in the void and turned into white ice needles, the number of which was as many as a thousand.