Rise of Qinglian

Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Luo Xiangyun and the others turned into seven escaping lights and flew towards the sky at an extremely fast escaping speed.

At the same time, there was a deafening thunderclap from high above, and a huge golden thundercloud floated high in the sky. Countless golden thunder snakes could be seen swimming non-stop, and the momentum was astonishing.

The golden thundercloud rolled violently, and hundreds of thick golden lightning bolts struck down, heading straight for Wang Qingcheng and the others.

"Golden Thunder Talisman!"

Wang Qingcheng's face froze, and he pinched the magic formula, and the dense yellow gravel suddenly condensed, forming a huge yellow sand curtain, covering all the clansmen.

There was a rumbling thunder, and the golden thunder light shrouded a radius of hundreds of miles.

The escape speed of Luo Xiangyun and others was extremely fast, but after they flew more than ten thousand miles, a loud man's laughter sounded, and a golden sound wave came from the front, and it reached them in an instant.

With a pinch of Leng Feng's sword art, four white flying swords swept out, smashing the golden sound wave to pieces.

Wang Yier stood on the top of a peak, and in front of him was a gigantic bell that shone with golden light. The cover of the bell was broken, and countless mysterious notes were engraved on the bell.

Tian Xiaozhong, a treasure that Wang Yier asked Wang Jiye to help refine.

"Tianxiao Zhenjun!"

Luo Xiangyun's face turned cold, and he waved a golden banana fan, a golden flame swept out and went straight to Wang Yier.

Leng Feng and others attacked Wang Yier one after another.

Wang Yier didn't think about fighting to the death, as long as there was a delay, the opponent would not be able to escape.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Yier laughed wildly, and the Tianxiao Bell burst into dazzling golden light. The laughter spread tens of thousands of miles around, and a wave of golden sound swept out.

Loud bang!

A huge roar sounded, and various auras blazed high in the sky, and the air waves billowed.

Thousands of white sword qi swept over, but before falling, a biting chill covered his face.

Wang Yier didn't dare to be careless, he took a deep breath, looked up to the sky and laughed, waves of invisible sound waves swept out, crushing the attacking white sword energy.

A golden fire dragon more than a thousand feet long came straight towards Wang Yier with astonishingly high temperature. Wherever the golden fire dragon passed, the ground spontaneously ignited, and the fire rapidly expanded.

The golden fire dragon collided with the dense sound waves, and its body was torn apart, turning into a sea of ​​golden flames, covering dozens of miles around, including Wang Yier.

Leng Feng and others attacked the scarlet sea of ​​flames one after another. There was a loud rumbling noise and colorful auras drowned Wang Yier's figure.

A strong force of gravity emerged out of thin air, and Luo Xiangyun and others fell towards the ground uncontrollably.

Leng Feng's right hand shone with a blinding white light, and he slashed towards the ground, a white sword energy of Qingtian swept out, slashed on the ground, and there was a thousand-foot-long groove on the ground, and the air wave rolled.

There was an ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, and a giant yellow fist flew towards a short and fat old man in green robe.

The old man in the golden robe flicked his sleeves, and a short ruler with blue light flashed in his hand. With a slight shake, the wind was strong, and thousands of huge blue wind blades shot out, heading straight for the yellow giant fist.

At the same time, a phantom of a giant green-robed old man appeared above his head.

The dense and huge wind blades hit the yellow giant fist one after another, and there was a muffled "clang clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The giant yellow fist smashed through the dense cyan wind blades and arrived in front of the old man in green robe.

The phantom figure above the old man's head in green robe spewed out a blue hurricane, blowing away the giant yellow fist.

The void fluctuated together, and a dragon claw with white light flashed out of thin air. Before it could be photographed, a bone-piercing cold air covered the face.

The human-shaped phantom spewed out a blue tornado, facing the white dragon claw, and was smashed by the white dragon claw like paper paste.

The humanoid phantom crossed its arms and faced the white dragon claw.

With a muffled "bang", the white dragon's claws were blocked by the human-shaped phantom, but the human-shaped phantom began to freeze, and the ice layer expanded rapidly, covering the whole body.

With a loud noise, the phantom of the human figure was shattered by the white dragon's claws, and the dharma was broken. The old man in green robe spit out a big mouthful of blood, and the white dragon's claws hit the blue light curtain, and there was a muffled sound.

The giant yellow fist released a dazzling yellow light and hit the cyan light curtain.

The aura of the cyan light curtain dimmed, and a white light flew towards him, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The cyan light curtain was pierced by the white light.

The white light pierced through the left arm of the old man in green robe. The left arm of the old man in green robe was bleeding profusely, and his body froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The aura of the yellow giant fist surged again, shattering the blue light curtain and smashing the head of the old man in green robe.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew out of the body holding a short blue ruler with a panicked expression.

The sound of "嗤嗤" piercing the air sounded, and the yellow giant fist turned into dense yellow arrows, heading straight for the mini Yuanying.

Seeing that the miniature Nascent Soul was about to be sieved by the dense yellow arrows, a golden firebird descended from the sky and blocked the yellow arrows.

Luo Xiangyun descended from the sky, and with a flick of his sleeves, he rolled the fanny Yuanying into his sleeves and disappeared.

At this time, the golden thundercloud collapsed.

The faces of Wang Qingcheng and others were slightly pale, and Wang Qinghao's body surface was covered with scars, his breath was sluggish, and his expression was haggard.

Wang Qingyu's soul was traumatized, so there is no fear of his life, but he needs to find a panacea for the soul to heal his wounds, otherwise it will affect his future path.

Luo Xiangyun didn't talk nonsense, he shook his right hand, and a black light flew out.

"Not good, run away."

Wang Qingcheng thought of something, pinched the magic formula, and stomped his right foot hard on the ground, the ground turned into sand, and countless yellow sand flew up in the wind, turning into a huge yellow sand curtain, covering them.

A black bead suddenly appeared high in the sky. After a loud noise, the black bead burst open and turned into a mass of huge black lightning, submerging the yellow sand curtain, creating waves of air.

Not long after, the black thunder light dissipated, Wang Qingcheng and others were not in danger of life, but Luo Xiangyun and others also escaped.

A ray of light flew over and landed in front of Wang Qingcheng. It was Wang Yier. He had many burn marks on his body, a horrible blood hole on his left shoulder, and his breath was weak.

He shot to stop Luo Xiangyun and others, and was seriously injured. Even so, he still had a smile on his face.

"It's all right! One or two."

Wang Qingcheng asked with concern.

"It's okay, just rest for a while."

Wang Yier grinned, as if talking about a trivial matter.

"Zong Yin, Yuan Wei, you take out the formation and set up the formation. Li He returns to the family to report the news and dispatch people over."

Wang Qingcheng ordered that the Wang family and the Tianji faction were angry, and they might not be able to resolve the matter.

Wang Lihe responded, and left with a few clansmen, while Wang Yuanwei took out the sixth-order formation and set up the formation.

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Qinglian Island, Qinglian Peak.

Wang Changsheng was sitting in the stone pavilion, and Wang Moshan was reporting the situation to him.

"Forbidden God Stone Vein!"

Wang Changsheng frowned, Wang Zonglang finally ascended from the lower realm to the Xuanyang realm, and died at the hands of the Tianji faction.

There is one thing to say, Wang Zonglang's strength is indeed not as good as Wang Mengbin, Wang Qingshan, Wang Yingjie and Liu Hongxue and other ascended monks. In Wang Zonglang's era, the family has cleared the obstacles, and Wang Mengbin and others were killed from the mountain of corpses and blood.

The Zhenhai Palace attaches great importance to the Ascension Cultivator because of his strength and character, not his identity. The flowers in the greenhouse are easy to break, and there is no way to do it.

When Wang Zonglang arrived in Xuanyang Realm, he often broke into the Lihuo Demon Refining Tower. His actual combat ability was not weak, but he was besieged.