Rise of Qinglian

Less than half a month later, Wang Changsheng and others returned to Qinglian Island, but Ye Haitang had not returned yet.

Entering the meeting hall, Wang Changsheng sat in the main seat. Wang Qingqing and the other six handed over some things, including four drops of one yuan of heavy water, a piece of thousand-year-old glazed bamboo, and a complete fourth-level monster skin.

In addition, some of them received the infant-forming spiritual objects, but they kept the infant-forming spiritual objects for themselves. The family did not force them to hand over all the treasures. It was up to them how much they were willing to hand over.

The things they turned in were converted into virtue points, which could be exchanged for immortal cultivation resources.

"You have all worked hard. Don't leave Qinglian Island alone during this period. Practice on the island with peace of mind and wait until the storm has passed."

Wang Changsheng warned that all six of Wang Qingqing entered the Immortal Town Tower and escaped unharmed. Only Wang Qiuming was seriously injured. If they travel alone, they are not allowed to be targeted by other Nascent Soul old monsters, so they should avoid the limelight and pass. It would be better to travel again after a while.

Wang Qingqing and others agreed in unison and left one after another. Only Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingshan and Wang Mengfen were left in the meeting hall.

"Meng Fen, there is nothing wrong with Haitang's natal soul lamp!"

Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn. The high-level monks of the Wang family all had a natal soul lamp. If any high-level monk died, the natal soul lamp would also be extinguished.

The natal soul lamp is a magic weapon. No matter how far away it is, as long as the high-level monk it belongs to dies, the natal soul lamp will go out.

Wang Mengfen is responsible for taking care of the family's natal soul lamp, and he has always been guarding it in the ancestral hall.

"No, all the soul lanterns are fine."

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Haitang should have broken through the 35th floor. She was cautious and expected to return to Qinglian Island.

"Okay, Meng Fen, go down and do your work!"

Wang Changsheng waved his hand and ordered. Wang Mengfen bowed and retreated.

"Qingshan, wait until I refine a set of flying swords for you? It won't be too late for you to go to the world of cultivating immortals in Northern Xinjiang."

Wang Changsheng looked at Wang Qingshan and said pleasantly.

"Okay, then I'll trouble Uncle Jiu."

Wang Qingshan's face was full of gratitude. He knew very well how much time it was to refine a set of flying swords. Since he entered the world of immortality, most of the weapons he used were refined by Wang Changsheng himself. Even Wang Qingqing did not receive this treatment.

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and said: "If you don't speak the same language as one family, you should go back to practice first! Practice more secret arts, the world of immortality in Northern Xinjiang is not as stable as you think."

Wang Qingshan nodded, turned and left.

Returning to Qinglian Peak, Wang Changsheng came to Fairy Ziyue's residence and briefly recounted the experience of this trip.

Learning that the Immortal Town Tower contains the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure? Fairy Ziyue was also extremely shocked.

"I thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true. The Immortal-Suppressing Tower actually has a magical treasure that reaches the sky. I don't know what ability that person has, but he can actually break through the thirty-sixth floor."

Fairy Ziyue sighed, with a hint of envy in her clear phoenix eyes.

Even the ten major sects in the South China Sea may not have it, and a pill-forming monk will certainly not be able to protect the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure.

It can also be seen from this point that Gongsun Yang must also have a magical treasure that reaches the sky.

"Legends are sometimes credible. It is said that the Immortal-Suppressing Tower fell from the spirit world? I think this legend is true. If the Immortal-Suppressing Tower is just a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure? How come it has so many heaven-reaching spiritual treasures? ?”

Wang Changsheng chuckled and said, "He has a bold idea. If you give the weapon spirit a spiritual treasure and break through the thirty-fifth floor, will you get a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure?"

He didn't know if he had tried it before, but he just thought about it. Most Yuanying monks didn't have a spiritual treasure. Who would be willing to use a spiritual treasure to do this experiment?

"Who knows! There are different opinions about the origin of the Immortal-Suppressing Tower, but one thing is certain. There are indeed endless treasures in the Immortal-Suppressing Tower. Every passer-by must hand over something. The belongings of the monks who died in the Immortal-Suppressing Tower All the property belongs to Zhenxian Tower, and there is no way to get all the treasures."

Wang Changsheng flipped his palm, and a palm-sized black cauldron appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the black cauldron flew out of his hand and hit the ground heavily. The stone slabs on the ground shattered instantly. Obviously, the black cauldron contained something. Very heavy stuff.

"Junior Sister Tian, ​​during this trip to the Immortal Suppressing Tower, Qingqing and the others got a lot of good things. I'll give you these two drops of one-yuan heavy water. Let's work together to refine a set of defensive magic weapons. Your strength is too weak. You don't have a complete set of defense weapons." Magical weapons are better for self-defense.”

Wang Changsheng said sincerely that Fairy Ziyue was not a vassal of the Wang family. He always asked her to help refine a set of magic weapons. Wang Changsheng felt bad about it. He planned to use two drops of one-yuan heavy water to refine a set of defensive magic weapons for Fairy Ziyue.

Fairy Ziyue helped him a lot and reciprocated the favor. Wang Changsheng should also do something for Fairy Ziyue.

There is no doubt that the defensive power of a complete set of defensive magic weapons refined from one yuan of heavy water must be very strong.

"Two drops of one dollar of heavy water? That's too much. One drop is enough. I have two defensive magic weapons on me. It doesn't matter if one is more or less."

One-yuan heavy water is not easy to get. Wang Changsheng used it to refine the sea beads to improve his strength. Ziyue Fairy only needs one drop of one-yuan heavy water.

"I still have a lot of one-yuan heavy water, so feel free to accept it! If you think it's too little, I'll give you another one-yuan heavy water."

After hearing this, Fairy Ziyue stopped refusing and accepted two drops of one-yuan heavy water. Wang Changsheng's move greatly increased her favor.

The etiquette was light but the affection was heavy. What she cared about was not the few drops of one-yuan heavy water, but Wang Changsheng's attitude. She was very satisfied with Wang Changsheng's attitude.

"Senior Brother Wang, don't you want to refine the natal flying sword for your nephew? I have already taken care of the chores at hand, let's refine the weapon together!"

Fairy Ziyue smiled sweetly and her tone was much more friendly.

Wang Changsheng nodded and walked with Fairy Ziyue towards a purple pavilion not far away.

The attic is elegantly decorated, with a basement of more than a hundred feet. The walls of the basement are engraved with a large number of fire-attribute formations. There is a stone shelf about ten feet high in the upper left corner, with a lot of refining materials placed on it. tidy.

There are two green futons in the center of the stone room, but there is nothing else.

The entire stone room is clean, tidy and dust-free. Judging from the layout of the refining room, Fairy Ziyue is a person who loves cleanliness.

Fairy Ziyue and Wang Changsheng sat on the green futon. They took out the materials for refining the weapon and started refining it.

They have worked together many times and are relatively familiar with each other.

Wang Changsheng threw the glazed bamboo into the air, opened his mouth, and sprayed out a stream of light blue flames, wrapping the glazed bamboo. Ziyue Fairy opened her apricot mouth, and sprayed out a stream of purple baby fire, and the two flames blazed together. Together, there is me among you and you among me.

The glazed bamboo slowly showed signs of softening under the calcination of the two flames.