Rise of Qinglian

The Black Swallow Mountain Range stretches for tens of thousands of miles. It is full of aura and rich in monster resources, attracting many high-level monks to hunt and kill monsters here.

There was a huge roar from the depths of the Black Swallow Mountains, and a huge silver thunder light rose into the sky, which was very conspicuous.

In a valley extending in all directions, there is no grass in the valley, and there are many potholes. A pale young woman in a green skirt is lying in a huge pit emitting black smoke, her left arm is missing, and there is a blood hole the size of a fist in her abdomen, bleeding continuously. .

There were some blue sawdust scattered on the ground, the sawdust glowed with a faint blue light, and there were two broken blue flags.

A tall and thin young man in a golden shirt stood not far away, with an indifferent expression, holding a long knife with golden light shining in his hand, with exquisite patterns engraved on the knife.

A giant silver dove hovered in the sky, with countless silver arcs lingering around it.

"Who exactly is Your Excellency! How did I offend my fellow Taoist? If I die, let me know!"

The young woman in the green skirt frowned and asked in a weak tone.

"Go down and ask Hades!"

The young man in the golden shirt turned cold, and swung the golden long knife in his hand, slashing horizontally.

After an ear-piercing sound of the saber sound, thousands of golden saber auras swept out, like a golden torrent, heading straight for the young woman in the green skirt.

The young woman in the green skirt was about to cast a spell to resist, when a loud man shouted, echoing endlessly in the world.

The head of the young woman in the green skirt was dizzy, and her eyes were frightened.

"Zhenshenhou, are you from Qinglian Wang's family?"

The young woman in the green skirt exclaimed, her face full of disbelief.

Zhenshenhou is the unique magical power of the Wang family. Only the core disciples can master this magical power. The outside world knows the existence of this magical power, but it is difficult to guard against it.

The treasure talismans that can weaken or restrain the attacks of the spiritual consciousness are more precious, and only a small number of monks may have them.

The dense golden saber air swept over, drowning the figure of the young woman in the green skirt, chopping her into pieces, and sending dust flying.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew out of the body, and a big golden hand descended from the sky, grabbing the miniature Nascent Soul like fishing for a moon in a sea.

The miniature Nascent Soul's complexion froze, and its size skyrocketed, as if it was about to expose itself, when another male shout sounded.

Hearing this sound, the size of the mini Yuanying shrunk rapidly, and a flashing silver talisman flew over and stuck to the mini Yuanying's body, and the mini Yuanying's expression became sluggish.

The young man in the golden shirt flew over and grabbed the mini Nascent Soul, a dazzling golden light emerged from his palm.

"Sure enough, you did it. It took nearly a thousand years to bring you to justice."

The young man in the golden shirt said to himself, it was Wang Chuanming.

It took him nearly a thousand years to bring to justice the murderer who murdered the deputy head of the dark hall. Of course, he didn't need to watch him personally, he was always practicing, and when the murderer had abnormalities, his subordinates would report to Wang Chuanming.

After becoming the head of the dark hall, Wang Chuanming can mobilize more manpower without having to do everything himself.

He first provoked Chen Yunqing's relationship with other fellow sects, forcing Chen Yunqing to leave, and only then did he look for an opportunity to attack the murderer.

When the deputy head of the dark hall was investigating the case, he tracked down this person. Unexpectedly, the other person was a cultivator of refining the virtual world and was killed directly. .

Wang Chuanming searched away the property scattered on the ground, burned the body, and left the place.

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Qinglian Island, Qinglian Peak.

Wang Changsheng was sitting in a blue stone pavilion, and the double-eyed mouse was lying on the blue stone table.

After eating a large amount of elixir and spiritual fruit, it successfully entered the sixth-level middle-grade, and the turtle also advanced to the sixth-level middle-grade. The mirage dragon and the wood demon were still sixth-level low-grade. With the blood of the mirage dragon, it was promoted to It is only a matter of time before the sixth-order mid-grade.

After many years of retreat and cultivation, Wang Changsheng's mana has become quite pure.

Wang Chuanming brought out the classics of exercises from Xuanling Cave, and there is also a method for refining seventh-level talisman seals, but the materials needed are relatively rare, and the Wang family only collected some of them.

Wang Ruyan is practicing in seclusion. After the family has collected all the materials, he will try to refine the seventh-order talisman.

Wang Changsheng took out a flashing blue messenger disk from his arms, and entered a formula, and Wang Moshan's voice sounded: "Old Ancestor, Senior Liu from Zhenhai Palace is here, and Senior Song from the Song family is also here. There are two seniors."

"Invite them to the reception hall, I'll be right there."

Wang Changsheng ordered that Liu Qingfeng and Song Yunlong must have something important to come to the door at the same time.

"Yes, old ancestor."

Wang Moshan agreed.

Putting away the communication tray, Wang Changsheng came to the living room.

Not long after, five lights flew in. In addition to Liu Qingfeng, Song Yunlong and Zhao Yunxiao, there was also a slim young woman in a white dress and a tall old man in a silver robe. It was white, and its physique was more than twice that of a human race. There were some silver spirit lines on the arms and face of the silver-robed old man, and his eyes were also silver.

"Snow Clan, Thunder Cow Clan!"

Wang Changsheng's face froze. The Snow Clan and the Lei Niu Clan are one of the subordinate races of the Human Race. It is said that the Lei Niu Clan has the blood of Kui Niu.

"Senior Brother Liu, Fellow Daoist Song, long time no see. Who are these two fellow Daoists?"

Wang Changsheng said hello, his eyes fell on the young woman in white skirt and the old man in silver robe, his face was full of curiosity.

He has never dealt with the masters of these two clans, so he is relatively unfamiliar.

"My concubine is Xue Ji, and I have met Wang Daoyou."

The young woman in the white skirt saluted and said politely.

"Old man Niu Pan."

The silver-robed old man gave his name without being too polite.

Xue Ji, Niu Pan, and Song Yunlong are all in the middle stage of fusion, and Wang Changsheng is in the early stage of fusion.

"Junior Brother Wang, we have received reliable news that there is a seventh-order three-headed turtle in the barren land, and he intends to go to the barren land to kill this monster. You have been to the barren land many times, so go with us. I will never treat you badly, how?"

Liu Qingfeng said politely that today is different from the past, Wang Changsheng has entered the integration period, Zhenhai Palace has no way to force Wang Changsheng to do things.

"Three-headed turtles of the seventh rank?"

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized, he showed embarrassment, and said: "Senior brother Liu, is it not enough to have you? My strength is low, I'm afraid I can't help."

Liu Qingfeng is in the late stage of fusion, and Song Yunlong is in the middle stage of fusion. Logically speaking, Wang Changsheng is not needed at all.

"I heard that you have a sixth-order spirit mouse who is good at finding natural treasures, so I want to go to the wild land with you."

Liu Qingfeng explained.

"Senior Brother Liu, Zhenhai Palace has a long history, and I don't believe that there are no sixth-order spirit beasts looking for heaven, material and earth treasures."

Wang Changsheng asked with some puzzlement.

It's okay to ask him for help, tell the truth.

"You have mastered a supernatural ability to suppress the roar of the gods. It is powerful and can help. This is a beast skin of a sixth-order thunder ray and five sea-suppressing beads. After it is done, I will thank you very much."

Liu Qingfeng took out a cyan storage ring and handed it to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng looked distressed, he really didn't want to go to a wild land.

"Junior Brother Wang, the master is back. They are helping the master. The master is going to overcome the catastrophe."

Zhao Yunxiao sent a voice transmission to Wang Changsheng.

Liu Qingfeng and Song Yunlong are both local factions, Wang Changsheng may not listen to them.

"Crossing the great catastrophe?"

Wang Changsheng was dubious, but Zhao Yunxiao had already spoken, so he couldn't refuse any more. With Liu Qingfeng leading the team, nothing would happen.

"Okay! Then I'll run with you!"

Wang Changsheng took out the communication disk, explained a few words to Wang Moshan, returned to Qinglian Peak, brought the spirit beasts and insects, and left with Liu Qingfeng, Zhao Yunxiao did not accompany him.