Rise of Qinglian

South China Sea, Golden Scorpion Island.

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Qingling was feeding the ice wind dragon. One after another, the lively ice-type monster fish was swallowed by the ice wind dragon. It ate a lot.

In order to please Wang Qingling, Qian Jiarun sent his tribe to capture the ice fish monster in the nearby waters.

As expected of a dragon, the Ice Wind Dragon has a relatively strong recovery ability. After more than a month of nursing, its injuries have healed.

The mountain of fish monsters was quickly eaten by the ice wind dragon. It roared with satisfaction and lay down next to Wang Qingling.

"Xiao Bai, do you think we can repel the demon clan's attack? I don't know how many clan members will be killed or injured in this battle."

Wang Qingling said to herself that in addition to the three of them, the Wang family also sent many low-level monks.

Bingfeng Jiao couldn't understand Wang Qingling's words, so he lay down next to Wang Qingling and acted as a listener.

"Hey, it would be great if Uncle Ninth and Aunt Nine participated in the war. I heard that there was also a fight in Donghuang. I wonder if Brother Seven is okay. Brother Seven is a sword cultivator and a registered disciple of Sword Master Xiaoyao. He should be fine. Yes, right, Xiaobai?"

Wang Qingling muttered to herself and told Bingfengjiao something in her heart. Naturally, Bingfengjiao wouldn't understand and just lay beside Wang Qingling.

Suddenly, a huge roar sounded, and the ground shook violently.

Soon, the siren sounded loudly, and rays of light flew high into the sky.

"No, there may be an enemy attack. Xiaobai, let's go out and take a look."

Wang Qingling flew on the back of the ice wind dragon, and the ice wind dragon shook its head and tail and flew high into the sky.

Soon, Wang Qingling appeared on the city wall, and Qian Jiarun also arrived on the city wall.

A pale golden light curtain covered the entire island, and densely packed monster beasts rushed onto the Golden Scorpion Island. There were between forty and fifty thousand of them, including a dozen third-level monsters, and a dozen monster birds hovering high in the sky. , there are ten sea tribesmen in the Dan-formation stage, headed by a man in a golden shirt with some golden scales on his face. His back is bulging, and several golden sharp thorns are exposed.

The inheritance of the Sea Clan is older than that of the Monster Clan. The South China Sea is the birthplace of the world of immortality and the origin of other races.

The Sea Clan in the Core Formation Stage can transform into human form. Of course, part of the torso is still in the form of monsters. The Sea Clan only lives in the seabed. If they leave the sea and fight on land, their strength will be reduced by less than half.

The man in the golden shirt had the cultivation of the ninth level of pill formation, and his cousin died at the hands of Wang Qingling.

The man in the golden shirt jumped into the sea and swam quickly around Golden Scorpion Island.

The sea surface rolled violently, and the waves splashed dozens of feet high.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, waves more than a hundred feet high had risen from the sea with a terrifying force.

A huge roar sounded, and huge waves crashed towards Golden Scorpion Island, targeting Wang Qingling and others.

"No, get away quickly."

Qian Jiarun's expression changed drastically, and he activated the formation flag in his hand, and hundreds of thick golden light pillars flew out from the golden light curtain and faced the golden light curtain.

Boom!

There was a huge roar, and huge waves hit the golden light curtain, and the golden light curtain suddenly sunk.

Before the waves dissipated, three giant blue blades descended from the sky and struck the golden light curtain fiercely.

A series of roars sounded, and the golden light curtain made a sharp scream that stung the eardrums, as if sharp weapons were colliding.

A man with a red body and six hands holds three huge axes with a black light flowing uncertainly, and his aura is compelling.

The man's head resembles an octopus, and the part below the head is a human body, with some red scales on his arms.

He is a descendant of the combination of the Sea Clan and the Human Clan, and is equivalent to a half-demon of the Demon Clan.

In order to increase their population, other races often rob low-level monks and reproduce their offspring, and the Sea Race is no exception.

The other eight sea tribesmen in the Dan-formation stage also took action to attack the island-protecting formation on Golden Scorpion Island, and tens of thousands of monster beasts followed suit.

All kinds of magical light came overwhelmingly, and before they even landed on the golden light screen, they gave people a feeling of destruction.

Various spells fall on the golden light curtain, like rain hitting banana leaves. Various spells light up on the surface of the golden light curtain, like fireworks, which are extremely gorgeous.

"We must give them some memory, Meng Bin, I leave it to you."

Wang Qingling rushed to Wang Mengbin and told Wang Mengbin that the Qian family's clan-protecting formation was a simplified version of the fourth-level defensive formation. For a while, the Hai clan could not break through the Qian family's clan-protecting formation.

Wang Mengbin nodded and kept making seals with his hands. There was a huge thunderous sound in the sky, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

Thunder spells are large-scale killing spells, which are most suitable for dealing with these thick-skinned monsters.

"No, Lei Xiu, don't let him succeed in casting the spell. Quickly increase the intensity."

The man in the golden shirt's expression changed and he quickly ordered.

The ten sea tribesmen who were in the pill-forming stage stepped up their offensive, and tens of thousands of monsters attacked at the same time.

Qian Jiarun took out a glittering array disk and punched in a series of spells.

The ground shook violently, and the golden light curtain suddenly shot out countless golden filaments to meet them.

For a while, there was a constant roar, and with the help of their formation, they temporarily blocked the Hai Clan's attack.

Ten breaths later, a dark cloud several miles in size appeared in the sky, with lightning and thunder, giving people a depressing feeling.

"Thousands of thunders roar!"

Following Wang Mengbin's low shout, hundreds of thick silver lightnings flew out and struck at the low-level monsters below.

Boom!

There was a huge roar, and a large group of low-level monsters evaporated, leaving huge steaming pits on the ground.

Thick silver lightnings continued to fall. The low-level monsters on the island wanted to avoid them. A large yellow mist suddenly appeared on the ground, and a powerful gravity appeared out of thin air. As if there was an invisible mountain pressing on them, they moved. No, he was struck by silver lightning.

The low-level monsters could not block the thunder and lightning attack at all. This was not one or two, but hundreds of thunder and lightning attacks. Not to mention the low-level monsters, any of the Dan-formation stage sea tribesmen present did not dare to form a ball easily. Wang Mengbin's attack.

The individual power of low-level monsters is not strong, but their numbers are sufficient. If they are eliminated, the pressure will be reduced.

"Intensify your attack power, I don't believe you can't break open this turtle shell."

The man in the golden shirt looked cold, raised his hand, and a golden light flew out, turning into a huge golden brick, which grew to the size of a hill and was smashed down hard.

Other sea tribes used their magic weapons to attack the island defense formation.

No matter how hard the turtle's shell is, it will not be able to stop the enemy if it is attacked without counterattack.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, let's go out to fight and let Meng Bin take care of those low-level monsters. Killing these low-level monsters is equivalent to cutting off one of their hands."

There are six alchemy monks on the island. One alchemy monk can be left to control the formation. Wang Mengbin uses thunder spells to kill low-level monsters. The other four alchemy monks go out to meet the enemy. They just need to buy some time. No need to fight to the death.

This plan was drawn up after discussions between Wang Qingling, Qian Jiarun and others.