Rise of Qinglian

As soon as the woman in the gold skirt died, the giant cyan sword also regained its freedom.

Wang Qingshan pinched his sword skills, and the Green Lotus Sword flew towards him and floated in front of him. There was some blood on the sword.

He took out a piece of white cloth, carefully wiped the blood on the sword, washed it with clean water, wiped it again, and put it back into his body.

Wang Qingshan put away the flying sword and the puppet beast, quickly came to the bodies of the two Hundred Flowers Sect disciples, and took away their belongings, especially the golden lotus mirror.

Wang Qingshan walked up to the cave. He spent time refining the golden lotus mirror. With this magic weapon in hand, he would have one more trump card when facing the enemy.

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In a certain dark forest, Wang Ruyan was sitting on the ground with a phoenix-tailed harp in front of her. Her slender jade fingers quickly crossed the strings. Beside her, there was a huge yellow turtle. The yellow turtle stood up with ten fingers on its body. A few shallow white marks.

A small blue umbrella was held above Wang Ruyan's head, and a large blue glow enveloped Wang Ruyan inside.

Behind Wang Ruyan, two huge black mantises fell in a pool of blood.

Opposite Wang Ruyan were a man and a woman, with their eyes closed and expressions of pain on their faces.

There were several large pits on the ground nearby, and a sheet of hot steam was rising from the pits. Two large trees were submerged in the billowing flames.

As time passed, the sound of the piano became melodious and sad, as if it was telling some miserable story.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wang Ruyan's forehead, and his face looked slightly pale.

Her eyes turned cold, her jade fingers quickly crossed the strings, and a dozen giant wind blades several feet long flew out.

With two "puff" sounds, the two men's heads were chopped off by the giant wind blade, and they fell to the ground. They were so dead that they couldn't die anymore, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

Wang Ruyan breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself: "I haven't played music for a long time, and this song "Lost Soul" is a bit unfamiliar."

She stood up, pinched the magic weapon, and the Phoenix Tail Qin turned into a ray of blue light and flew into her mouth and disappeared.

This natal magic weapon was refined for her by Wang Changsheng himself. It had been cultivated in her dantian for more than ten years. This was the first time she used it.

Wang Ruyan stood up, collected the corpses of the two black mantises, took away the belongings of the two monks, and set the corpses on fire.

She rested in the dense forest for a while, and after recovering some of her magic power, she walked away into the distance.

The double-eyed rat she had tamed had died in the monster's mouth, and she could only wander around and try her luck.

Speaking of which, the Wang family's background is too shallow and they have no experience in exploring secret caves. There seems to be some way for the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect to gather together.

If she can join up with Wang Qingshan and the others, her survival rate will be higher and her harvest should be greater.

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At the foot of a certain peak, three men and one woman were fighting fiercely, and one of them was Wang Changhao.

Wang Changhao was complaining in his heart. He didn't expect that his luck was so bad. He actually encountered three disciples of the Seven Color Sect, two with a third-level foundation and one with a fifth-level foundation.

Wang Changhao relied on five second-level puppet beasts to barely resist the attacks of the three people. Several gleaming magic weapons hit Wang Changhao's body-protecting spirit shield, causing a muffled sound of fried beans.

"Three fellow Taoists, there is no need for us to fight you to death for no reason! I am not bothering you!"

Wang Changhao said in a deep voice, planning to give up and make peace.

"The things in the Jinyang Sect's ruins all belong to us monks from the Tang Kingdom. They have nothing to do with you monks from the Wei Kingdom. If you encounter us, you can only blame your bad luck."

A tall, thin middle-aged man sneered.

Wang Changhao's heart sank. He knew the situation was not good. He took out two black beads, threw them at the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Eat my two Tianleizi."

"No, Tianleizi! Hide quickly."

When the middle-aged man heard the words "Tianleizi", his expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled out a red shield and held it in front of him.

With two muffled sounds of "pop", the black ball shattered, and a large black smoke poured out from it, rushing towards the three disciples of the Colorful Sect.

They did not dare to inhale the black smoke for fear of being poisonous, so they hurriedly applied protective shields to themselves.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Changhao used several fireball talismans, which turned into several giant fireballs and hit the three people.

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar and flames billowing.

After two breaths, the flames dissipated and Wang Changhao also disappeared.

"Damn it, I was fooled."

The middle-aged man cursed, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

At this moment, a rapid scream sounded.

The middle-aged man looked happy and hurriedly took out an interrogation disk from his arms. He hit a spell on it and a man's voice suddenly sounded: "Li Qian, where are you? How many people are around you?"

"Senior Brother Chen, I have three people here."

"I'll send the signal talisman and join me immediately. The inheritance of Jinyang Sect is the most important thing. Put other things aside for now."

The man's voice was relatively calm, full of an undeniable flavor.

"Yes, Senior Brother Chen."

Not long after, a dazzling red light appeared in the sky and turned into a giant fireball that could be seen from a long distance away.

"Let's go and meet up with Senior Brother Chen."

The middle-aged man released a red flying boat, carrying his companions to where the giant fireball was.

The same scene appeared in various places, and the leaders of each sect sent signals to summon their fellow sects.

In the Jinyang Sect's ruins, the greater the number of foundation-building monks, the higher the chance of survival. Of course, everyone's harvest will definitely be reduced.

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On a low slope, Wang Qingshan looked at the sky. There was a huge tiger pattern in the sky.

Not long after, several rays of light appeared in the sky, flying towards the direction of the tiger pattern.

Wang Qingshan understood that people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect were anxious to join the sect.

There are at least twenty foundation-building monks in a sect, and he doesn't want to run into these people.

A burst of green light lit up under his feet, turning into a breeze and running in the opposite direction.

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In a certain dense forest, Wang Changhao's face turned pale and turned into an afterimage, quickly walking through the dense forest.

Hundreds of feet away behind him, hundreds of cyan demon wolves were chasing after him.

Wang Changhao wanted to curse. He had bad luck. He had just used the fire escape talisman to escape the disaster, but he encountered a group of demon wolves. There were as many as five second-level demon wolves.

"Ouch!"

The Wolf King let out a howl, opened his mouth and spit out a giant wind blade, heading straight for Wang Changhao.

At the same time, other cyan demon wolves followed suit and sprayed cyan wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.

Hearing the "chichi" sound in his ears, Wang Changhao screamed in his heart, and hurriedly threw several earthen wall talismans behind him, which turned into several yellow earthen walls more than ten feet high, blocking him behind him.