Rise of Qinglian

The yellow giant hammers in the hands of the five yellow giants glowed brightly, as if they had turned into entities. The yellow giant hammers in their hands kept hitting the turtle shell of the turtle beast, making a muffled sound.

"We can't go on like this! Even if we can kill them, turtle shells are a good material for refining defensive magic weapons, and their value is second only to inner elixirs. Let me lure them out, and you can seize the opportunity."

Wang Qiuyan frowned and said, turning over his hand and taking out a red flag. A lifelike red eagle was embroidered on the surface of the flag, sparkling with light.

The red eagle flag, a top-grade magic weapon, is refined with the spirit of the red eagle, a second-grade top-grade demon bird, and can transform and attack.

Wang Qiuyan practices the "Tianyan Treasure Book", a fire-attribute technique. He is a second-level low-grade alchemist.

He poured mana into the Red Eagle Flag, and the flag rose sharply. The Red Eagle seemed to come alive and let out a clear cry.

"Transformation!"

Wang Qiuyan threw the Red Eagle Flag high into the sky, and a spell hit it. The Red Eagle Flag bloomed with a dazzling red light and turned into a two-foot-long red giant eagle. Its eyes were constantly turning, full of spirituality.

Mo Caiyun took out a yellow flag and waved it toward the yellow light curtain. A ray of yellow light flew out and hit the yellow light curtain.

The yellow light curtain rippled, and a gap several feet wide appeared. The giant red eagle spread its wings and flew into the yellow light curtain, and the gap quickly healed.

A crisp chirp sounded, and the giant red eagle circled, its wings vibrated, and dozens of fist-sized red fireballs flew out and hit the turtle beast.

Soon, a raging fire broke out inside the yellow light curtain, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

The turtle's shell is very hard, but it cannot protect it from high temperatures.

The giant red eagle kept releasing red fireballs, hitting them, and the fire kept growing.

The turtles couldn't stand the high temperature and stuck out their heads one after another.

As soon as they put their heads out of the turtle shell, giant yellow hands suddenly burst out of the ground, grabbed their heads like lightning, pinned them to the ground, and smashed them down with a giant yellow hammer.

Without exception, the heads of dozens of turtle beasts were smashed into pieces, while the turtle shells were well preserved.

"Qiu Yan, you did a good job."

Mo Caiyun praised and removed the formation.

The tribesmen in the Qi refining stage stepped forward one after another and put the bodies of the turtle beasts into storage beads.

Most immortal cultivators in the South China Sea use storage beads to store things. Wang Qingqing each wore two strings of storage beads.

After disposing of the corpse of the monster, Wang Qingqing released a green flying boat, which instantly grew to five or six feet long, and everyone stepped on it one after another.

Everyone looked very excited. They had earned thousands of spiritual stones on this trip, and everyone could get a large amount of spiritual stones.

"Walk."

The green flying boat glowed brightly and carried them towards Sea Cucumber Island.

They had just flown a few miles away when a blue light appeared in front of them, traveling extremely fast.

Wang Qingqing pinched the magic formula, and the azure flying boat flew towards the east, but the blue escape light followed closely, seemingly coming for them and others.

"No, be careful, you may encounter an evil cultivator."

Mo Caiyun's appearance changed and she spoke as a reminder.

Killing people and seizing treasures is commonplace in the South China Sea. Wang Changsheng has already reminded them of this.

"There are seven of them, and they are all foundation-building monks. We have more Qi-refining monks. It is not convenient to fight at sea. On the island, we can give full play to our advantages."

Wang Qingqing said via voice transmission, the magic formula changed, and the light of the green flying boat rose sharply, flying towards the direction it came from.

Wang Qingqing carries multiple second-order puppet beasts with him. Each foundation-building monk carries a second-order high-grade puppet beast. The Qi Refining monk can control a second-order puppet beast. If they really fight, they may not suffer. Wang Qingqing still survives. Take a chance.

Of course, if they continue to fly at sea and fight at sea, they will suffer even more.

It didn't take long for them to land on the island, and everyone's face was full of alertness.

The blue escaping light landed on the island. It was a blue flying boat. There were seven foundation-building monks standing on it. The one with the highest level of cultivation was a bald man with a terrifying scar on his face. The bald man was on the eighth floor of the foundation building. There was a long knife on their backs, and the seven of them exuded a strong evil aura.

The bald man glanced at the beach where the blood was still wet, with a sincere smile on his face, and asked: "Fellow Taoists, where do you come from?"

"Where we come from has nothing to do with our Taoist friends! What advice do you have from our Taoist friends?"

Mo Caiyun's tone was calm, and his face was full of alertness.

The bald man's face suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and two golden talismans flew out, turning into countless golden flying needles and hitting Mo Caiyun and others overwhelmingly.

Three foundation-building monks, two men and one woman, used their magical weapons to attack Mo Caiyun and others.

At the same time, the remaining three foundation-building monks each raised a dozen yellow formation flags, which disappeared into the surrounding ground.

They each took out a yellow formation disk and inserted a magic spell into the formation disk. A light yellow light shield appeared out of thin air, covering the seven of them inside.

Judging from their reactions, they cooperated very skillfully, and it was obviously not the first time they killed people and seized treasures.

"No, be careful."

Mo Caiyun's appearance changed drastically, and she hurriedly spoke to remind them. She took out a small pale white umbrella and sprayed out a white glow, covering them.

Thousands of golden flying needles hit the white glow, and there was a muffled sound of frying beans.

The six Qi Refining monks took out more than a dozen cyan formation flags and inserted them into the nearby ground.

Wang Qingqing and Zhao Zheng took out several cyan formation disks, buried them on the ground nearby, and shot a spell into the formation disks. A light cyan light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering them inside.

From the perspective of cultivation, Wang Qingqing and others do not take advantage, but from the perspective of numbers, Wang Qingqing and others have a slight advantage.

Both sides launched defensive formations almost at the same time, but if it was a protracted battle, it would obviously be the bald man and his group who would win.

Naturally, the four Mo Caiyun were not going to fight for a long time. Mo Caiyun, Wang Qingqing, and Zhao Zheng sacrificed five second-order low-grade puppet beasts in one breath. Wang Qiuyan sacrificed three second-order low-grade puppet beasts. Ten Qi Refining monks sacrificed one after another. Only a second-order low-grade puppet beast.

Twenty-eight second-level low-grade puppet beasts release spells at the same time, which is equivalent to twenty-eight foundation-building monks releasing spells at the same time.

The red fire blade, cyan lightsaber, white beam of light, black flame and other spells were like free money, and they hit the yellow light shield covering the seven evil cultivators like crazy.

For a moment, there were constant explosions, and the formation disks in the hands of the three evil cultivators made screams. The auras of the formation disks flashed non-stop, looking like they had been severely damaged.

"No, I hit the iron plate."

The bald man saw twenty-eight second-level puppet beasts and screamed secretly.

Three foundation-building monks lead ten Qi refiners. The big forces are not this lineup at all, but more like some small families who go out to hunt monsters. They have destroyed this kind of lineup many times.

Mo Caiyun and others sacrificed twenty-eight second-level puppet beasts in one breath, which was simply not something that a small family could possess.

This wasn't the end yet, Wang Qingqing and others launched talismans and seals one after another, which turned into giant fireballs. Red fire dragons, huge rocks, silver lightning, yellow earth spears and other spells were overwhelmingly thrown towards the opposite side.

The yellow light mask deformed violently, and the array disks in the hands of the three evil cultivators flickered, with several small cracks appearing.

"court death."

The bald man's eyes flashed with a stern look. They dared to kill people and seize treasures, so naturally they had something to rely on.

He turned his palm over, and there was a shiny black animal skin on his hand, which emitted astonishing fluctuations of spiritual energy. It was obviously a third-level talisman.