Rise of Qinglian

Chu State, Yunhu Grassland.

Tens of thousands of demonic beasts frantically attacked a golden giant city. The surface of the giant city was full of pits and the city walls were several miles long. A huge yellow light curtain turned the giant city upside down inside. Thousands of cultivators stood on the walls. Most of them are monks in the foundation building stage.

A large group of monster beasts fell in a pool of blood. Some monster beasts were not dead yet and kept roaring in pain. The ground was dyed red with blood. There was a smell of blood in the air. A large number of monsters could be seen on the ground. The huge pit was still steaming, with all kinds of magic lights blazing and roaring.

Four giant puppets with overwhelming spiritual energy were rampaging among the monster beasts. These were all third-order puppet beasts, equivalent to monks in the pill formation stage. The bodies of the four third-order puppet beasts were pitted and scarred. On the ground not far away, five A third-level puppet beast fell to the ground, its body severely damaged and unable to be used.

A low horn sounded, and the monsters stopped attacking and retreated one after another.

Seeing this scene, the immortal cultivators on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there is protection from the city defense formation, no one can guarantee that the monsters will not break through the formation. Once the city is breached, one can imagine the fate.

For monsters, the flesh and blood of immortal cultivators is a great source of nourishment.

A large number of monsters fell outside the city, and these were all spirit stones.

The immortal cultivators sent people to collect the materials of monsters and beasts, and at the same time, they strictly guarded against the surprise attacks of monsters.

A huge red boat more than a hundred feet long flew in from the distant sky, with hundreds of immortal cultivators standing on it, including Wang Qingshan and others.

Wang Qingshan looked at the monster beast lying outside the city and frowned slightly. It seemed that the monster beast's attack was very fierce, but fortunately it was protected by the city defense formation.

The red flying boat landed at the entrance of a magnificent palace in the city, and Song Delin took Wang Qingshan and others in to register.

Register your name, origin, cultivation, skills, etc. to facilitate task assignment.

The Wang family has a secret technique, the Hidden Breathing Technique, which hides one's cultivation level, but this technique may not be effective in front of high-level monks.

Wang Qingshan did not dare to take chances. If he angered a high-level monk, it would not be good for himself or his family.

After the registration was completed, the deacon disciples assigned tasks to them. Among the ten foundation-building monks, Wang Qingqing was the only one who knew the skill. Others had also learned it, but they couldn't master it.

Wang Qingqing is a second-level high-grade puppet master who is responsible for refining the puppet beasts, while the others are responsible for going up the wall to deal with the monster beasts.

The nine Wang Qingshan people were placed in a blue attic, and Wang Qingqing went directly to the Weapon Refining Hall.

Among the nine foundation-building monks, the senior one is Mo Caiyun, but the most powerful one is Wang Qingshan, followed by Wang Changhao and Wang Qiuming at the bottom.

"If you are dealing with monsters, use spells or magical weapons as much as possible. Consumables such as talismans and elixirs should be used if possible. Once they are used up, it is not easy to replenish them."

Wang Qingshan warned with a solemn expression.

Everyone else agreed and agreed.

"We don't know how long this battle will last. Don't run around if you have nothing to do. Just practice in the house and don't conflict with other foundation-building monks. There are many more powerful forces than our Wang family. Don't cause trouble for yourself and your family."

Everyone else agreed to this.

Wang Qingshan gave some instructions and asked them to go back to their respective rooms to practice, but Wang Changhao did not leave.

"Qingshan, you must protect yourself and don't get into trouble. Ninth Brother said that you are the hope of our family. If there is no one to recruit, Ninth Brother will not want you to go to the front line."

Wang Changhao said with some sadness that he was married and currently had a son and a daughter, both of whom had three spiritual roots, which was pretty good.

"I understand, Uncle Eighteen, please be more careful and stay with me as much as possible."

Wang Qingshan was full of respect for Wang Changhao. It was Wang Changhao who taught him how to hunt monsters and fight. Wang Changhao had a broken hand and his strength was not as good as before.

Wang Changhao nodded happily, chatted for a few words, said goodbye and left.

After sending Wang Changhao away, Wang Qingshan began to practice.

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Northern Xinjiang, a somewhat desolate plain.

A red dragon that was more than twenty feet long flew quickly from high altitude. Meng Tianzheng and three pill-forming monks were sitting on the head of the red dragon. Wang Mingren and other foundation-building monks were sitting on the back of the red dragon.

Meng Tianzheng and three pill-forming monks were ordered to escort a batch of materials. This batch of materials was prepared for a large-scale auction. It was more important. The demon clan invaded. Taiyi Xianmen dispatched two Nascent Soul monks to return to the East Wasteland, and then they were asked to escort them. goods.

After Taiyi Immortal Sect officially settled in Northern Xinjiang, it destroyed a sect to establish its power, and subdued three forces with alchemy monks in charge. Its strength increased greatly, and no force dared to confront Taiyi Immortal Sect.

This is a nice job, and you can get a lot of contribution points by running errands. Wang Mingren has a master to protect you, and it's a nice job. Meng Tianzheng doesn't mind taking him with him.

Ximen Feng was also inside, and her father was accompanying him.

She has done this kind of thing a lot. Just by following her father on a trip, she can get a sum of contribution points, which is much easier than those disciples who hunt monster beasts.

"In half a month, you can return to the sect. Senior Brother Wang, you owe us a meal."

Ximen Feng smiled slightly and joked.

Wang Mingren smiled and said: "No problem, after returning to the clan, I will..."

Before he could finish his words, a huge roar sounded.

Everyone was shocked and looked around.

Two black lights flew from a distance, a huge black python and a huge centipede with four wings on its back. On the backs of the black python and the black centipede were fifty or sixty cultivators and eight knots. Brother Dan led the team.

Each of these immortal cultivators wore masks with ghost faces on their heads, and it was impossible to detect their appearance even with the use of spiritual consciousness.

The one with the strongest aura was a man in gray robe with eight levels of elixir formation. He was tall and thin.

The man in gray robe waved his hand and immediately launched an attack without saying a word.

Wang Mingren was shocked. Someone actually dared to rob Taiyi Immortal Sect's things. Are you tired of living?

"No, the enemy is attacking, retreat quickly."

Meng Tianzheng had a bad premonition and hurriedly ordered.

His eyelids had been twitching in the past two days, and he knew something was going to happen. They were here to escort the goods. The enemy was obviously stronger than them. Naturally, he was unwilling to fight to the death. Who knew if the other party had any helpers.

There was a dragon's roar in Meng Tianzheng's body, and he punched the void with his right fist. Countless red flames emerged on the surface of his body, and quickly turned into a lifelike red fire dragon, rushing towards the opposite side.

The red dragon circled and flew along the path it came from, but before the red dragon could fly very far, a palm-sized cyan round bowl flew over and instantly swelled, spraying out a piece of cyan glow, covering the red dragon inside.

"The enemy is coming prepared, Junior Sister Leng, please follow me to break the formation quickly."

Meng Tianzheng said to his companions. He didn't know why, but he felt a little uneasy. This was not because he was out of control, but because of something coming from somewhere.

This sense of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is always on time and inaccurate. He would rather believe that it exists than not believe that it does not exist.