Rise of Qinglian

Huge waves surged into the sky, and countless water waves splashed.

More than an hour later, the two-colored thundercloud dispersed, and the arc on Lingui's body disappeared, and he fell asleep.

Wang Changsheng pinched the secret, and the nine Dinghai Pearls emitted blue light, and all the sea water was swept up by the blue glow and the Dinghai Pearls disappeared.

He quickly walked forward and carefully checked the Lin Turtle's condition. He was relieved to find that it was just asleep.

After taking so many miraculous medicines this time, Lingui should have no problem advancing to the fifth level.

Wang Changsheng took back Lingui's spirit beast bracelet, and he took out the Green Lotus Creation Cauldron and the Demonic Arrow.

He gently patted the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron with his palm, and the top lid flew up. He threw the demon arrow into the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron and closed the lid.

Wang Changsheng's majestic magic power was injected into the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron. The green lotus on the surface of the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron suddenly brightened and rotated gently, like a living thing.

More than an hour passed. Wang Changsheng's face turned pale. He opened the lid of the cauldron and found traces of pungent blood mist inside the cauldron, but the amount was very small.

No wonder Yang Hao took it out in exchange. This demonic arrow had been corroded by the blood and filthy air for many years. Even the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron could not separate the blood and filthy air for a while.

It is estimated that formations will be used to slowly separate the bloody qi over time. This also shows how powerful the bloody qi is. I don't know where Yang Hao got this demonic arrow.

Wang Changsheng put away the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron and the Demonic Arrow, sat down cross-legged, and meditated to adjust his breathing.

When he returns to Xuanyue Mountain, he will use the formation to activate the Green Lotus Creation Cauldron to separate the bloody and foul air inside the Demonic Arrow.

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It is a huge valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. In the valley, there is a very large blue-tiled manor. Arch bridge gardens, strange rocks, towers and pavilions can be seen everywhere.

There is a blue stone pavilion that is more than a thousand feet in size. Hundreds of monks gathered in the stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting, including Alchemy Formation monks and Nascent Soul monks.

"The fifth-level Qixia Beast is no match for Senior Wang and Senior Wang. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."

Fang Shuyu said with a smile. They were chatting and the topic somehow led to Wang Changsheng.

She told Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan that they had killed the fifth-level Qixia Beast. Other monks became interested and asked Wang Qingcheng to explain the process in detail.

Wang Qingcheng was a monk for a while and briefly explained what happened, omitting some important content, such as the specific magical powers of the fifth-level puppet beast.

"As the saying goes, a tiger's father has no dogs. Fellow Daoist Wang, if your father is so powerful, I guess your magical powers are not weak, so why don't we compete."

A young man in a golden shirt with fat head and big ears looked at Wang Qingfeng with an eager expression on his face.

Deng Tianqi, a descendant of the Deng family in Xuanyun Mountain.

"Forget it, the sword has no eyes, and it won't be good for anyone if it hurts."

Wang Qingfeng refused directly, with an indifferent tone.

"It's just a discussion. With Senior Li and the others watching, nothing big will happen. You don't dare!"

Deng Tianqi seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and used the method of provoking generals.

There are many guests coming to Taiyang Sect to celebrate this time. If you can defeat the disciples of other forces, it is a very glorious thing and will be of great benefit to your future development. The great monks who are famous in the world of immortality are all Advance towards the enemy's corpse.

Whenever there is a large-scale celebration, the juniors from all the major forces will use martial arts to make friends and compete with each other. Firstly, they exchange Taoism. Secondly, they also build their own reputation and their strength is respected in the world of immortality.

"If you think you don't dare, then don't!"

Wang Qingfeng was unmoved, and the method of provoking generals was useless to him.

"Huh, don't you look down on Deng? It's just a competition, winning or losing doesn't matter. If you don't want to compete with me, there's no problem in competing with other fellow Taoists!"

Deng Tianqi said with some dissatisfaction that this was not the first time for him to participate in a large-scale celebration. He wanted to take this opportunity to become famous, and he also wanted to see the Taoist and magical powers of monks from other forces.

Zhenhai Palace was more than a hundred times stronger than the Deng family. Only then did Deng Tianqi want to compete with Wang Qingfeng. Losing was a matter of course. Winning meant that he was powerful and there was no harm in doing anything.

Wang Qingfeng didn't give him any face, just refused to discuss with him, which made Deng Tianqi a little dissatisfied.

"Yes! Fellow Daoist Wang, my little sister wants to experience your magical power. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wang is willing to give me some advice."

"My younger brother Sun Feng, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Wang."

"Fellow Daoist Wang, it's rare that we have a chance, how about we discuss it?"

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Several pill-forming monks spoke, their faces filled with anticipation.

They rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with Zhenhai Palace monks. Wang Qingfeng and Wang Qingcheng are Wang Changsheng's sons. They heard that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan teamed up to kill the fifth-level Qixia beast, and they wanted to compete with Wang Qingfeng.

When competing with disciples from famous families, winning is a great honor and losing is not a shame.

Wang Qingcheng is relatively smooth, but no one makes things difficult for him.

"Fellow Daoist Deng, let me discuss with you! I also want to learn about Daoist Deng's magical powers."

Wang Qingcheng hurriedly came out to smooth things over. He knew Wang Qingfeng's temper very well. If they really competed, there might be bloodshed.

"No, I just want to spar with your brother."

Deng Tianqi was unmoved. The more Wang Qingfeng was unwilling to compete with him, the more he wanted to compete with Wang Qingfeng. If he won later, Wang Qingfeng's face would definitely look good.

He is a member of the Deng family and is well-known. His cultivation level is similar to that of Wang Qingfeng, so he doesn't believe it. Even if he loses, he won't lose too miserably.

"Let's fight together. The sword has no eyes. If I hurt you, don't blame me."

Wang Qingfeng said with a cold face, he grew up in Xuanyue Mountain, and which of the alchemy monks in Zhenhai Palace did not greet him with a smile? I will never embarrass him.

He would not make things difficult for others, but Deng Tianqi would just go against him.

"There is an open space outside. Let's spar outside! I will preside over it. The sword has no eyes. You are not allowed to use Yin human treasures, such as flying needles, venom, poisonous fire, etc."

A tall, thin, golden-robed old man with a goatee said in a deep voice. Judging from his cultivation, he was clearly a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk.

These pill-forming monks rarely travel far. They are all arrogant and impulsive, and may cause death. He must remind them.

"Senior Li, don't worry, I will pay more attention."

Deng Tianqi agreed wholeheartedly.

"You don't need these things to deal with him."

Wang Qingfeng didn't take it seriously and looked calm. Listening to his words, he could easily defeat Deng Tianqi.

He has this confidence. He often sparred with the Danjie monks in Zhenhai Palace, and occasionally went out to hunt monsters with Wang Changsheng. He had rich experience in fighting.

After hearing this, Deng Tianqi snorted slightly, with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Second brother, we are all friends. Just wait and see. My parents have told us many times."

Wang Qingcheng quickly advised Wang Qingfeng that his cultivation was not achieved by taking drugs. He often fought with monsters. Wang Changsheng watched from the sidelines and would never interfere.

"I know, I won't kill him."

Wang Qingfeng said nonchalantly, he didn't know what Deng Tianqi was thinking and wanted to defeat him and become famous.

Hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches coming.

If Deng Tianqi wasn't taught a lesson, he didn't know how many people he would have to compete with!

"Fellow Daoist Li, I am good at setting up formations, so let me set up formations!"

Fang Shuyu took the initiative to ask for help.

The old man in golden robe nodded and agreed.

The group of people left the manor and came outside the valley.

There are steep stone walls on both sides of the valley, and a lot of gravel is scattered on the ground.

Fang Shuyu flicked his sleeves, and hundreds of yellow-gleaming array flags flew out. The runes flashed and emitted a weak fluctuation of earth spiritual energy.

"disease!"

Fang Shuyu pinched the magic formula, and hundreds of yellow formation flags scattered, turned into hundreds of spiritual lights, and disappeared into the ground.

She took out a seven-pointed array disk with yellow light and a mini turtle pattern on the surface.

The fourth-level high-grade formation, the Black Turtle Yuling Spirit Formation, is a defensive formation with many changes.

"You go into the formation! I will watch you."

Fang Shuyu said softly.

Wang Qingfeng strode towards the formation, followed closely by Deng Tianqi.

Fang Shuyu hit several spells on the array plate, and the black turtle pattern let out a low roar. Countless yellow mist suddenly emerged from the ground, and turned into a thick yellow light curtain, covering the two of them. people.

"The battle begins!"

The old man in gold robe shouted loudly, his expression solemn.

The sect assigned him to take care of these guests. If something happened to them, he would not be able to explain to the sect.

As soon as the fighting began, Deng Tianqi immediately took out a sparkling blue bead and inserted a magic formula. The green bead spun around and released a green light, covering his whole body.

That wasn't the end yet, he used a palm-sized golden shield and injected a spell into it. The golden shield instantly grew in size and kept flying around him.

His father was a Nascent Soul monk, and Wang Qingfeng's parents were Soul Transformation monks. Deng Tianqi didn't dare to be careless.

Wang Qingfeng sneered, his right hand lit up with a dazzling red light, and he slashed towards the opposite void.

With a flash of red light, a red sword energy more than a hundred feet long appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Deng Tianqi.

The red sword energy struck the golden shield, causing a muffled sound.

Wang Qingfeng's hands kept waving, the sound of the sword continued, and the sharp red sword energy swept out, hitting the opposite side like a tide.

There was a muffled sound of "clang", the golden shield shook continuously, and there were shallow knife marks on the surface.

"Using Qi as a sword! Not bad."

The golden-robed old man showed approval. This is the sword cultivator's unique magical power. The specific power depends on the sword cultivator's cultivation level.

"Huh, you want to break my cousin's defense with just this little skill? You're kidding."

A tall young man in a red shirt said nonchalantly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang didn't use magic weapons. It would be strange if your cousin's defensive magic weapons couldn't stop him."

"If you ask me, Daoist Fellow Wang has a greater chance of winning. A tiger has no son. If Senior Wang and Senior Wang are so powerful, Fellow Daoist Wang is definitely not weak either."

"That's not necessarily true. Everything has pros and cons. Xuanling Tianzun ascended from the lower world without joining any force, and went all the way to the Mahayana stage. On the other hand, most of the elite disciples of the sect have stopped practicing."

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The monks talked non-stop, each holding their own opinions. The majority of the monks were optimistic about Wang Qingfeng.

Deng Tianqi turned over his hand and took out a shining green flag with a miniature flying eagle embroidered on it, which was astonishingly aura.

He waved the green flag with both hands, and the flag suddenly lit up. A harsh sound broke through the air, and huge sharp wind blades flew out and hit the opposite side.

The cyan wind blade collided with the red sword energy, and they both died together, bursting out powerful air waves. A large amount of gravel was shattered by the powerful air waves, and dust flew into the sky.

Wang Qingfeng slowly walked forward. With every step he took, the red sword energy he released became more powerful and larger.

The red sword energy became more and more powerful. After defeating the huge wind blade, it hit the golden shield one after another, making a muffled sound of "ding ding". There were shallow knife marks on the surface of the golden shield, and the aura was dim.

Deng Tianqi's face darkened. He could see that Wang Qingfeng's magical powers were extraordinary, but Wang Qingfeng didn't take him seriously and didn't even use magic weapons. This was the biggest ridicule to him.

The blue flag in Deng Tianqi's hand glowed brightly, and with a violent shake, a strong wind blew out. Then it turned into a green wind dragon more than a hundred feet long and headed straight for Wang Qingfeng.

Wang Qingfeng clasped his hands together and slashed into the void. The void shook and twisted, and a red sword energy more than a thousand feet long suddenly appeared. The surface of the red sword energy was covered with a layer of red flames, emitting terrifying high temperatures.

The red sword energy slashed at the green wind dragon. The green wind dragon let out a miserable cry, and its body tore apart, turning into dots of green light and disintegrating. The red sword energy slashed on the golden shield.

The golden shield shook violently, several small cracks appeared, and smoke billowed.

A golden light suddenly lit up above Wang Qingfeng's head, and it turned out to be a sparkling golden tower. As soon as the golden tower appeared, the runes on its surface lit up, and its size skyrocketed, turning into a golden tower more than a hundred feet high. Filled with countless golden arcs.

The golden tower sprayed out a golden glow that covered Wang Qingfeng and swept him into the golden tower.

"Hmph, Zhenhai Palace disciples are nothing more than that."

Deng Tianqi snorted coldly, his face full of pride.

His attack just now was just an act of confusion, and Wang Qingfeng was indeed fooled.

This Golden Thunder Pagoda is made from the main material of Golden Thunder Stone, and its power is not much worse than the Lingbao. He is only in the elixir formation stage, so even if he is given the Lingbao, he will not be able to exert much power.

"Haha, being trapped by my cousin's Golden Thunder Pagoda, even a fourth-level monster has to shed a layer of skin. The disciples of Zhenhai Palace are no more than that."

"That's right, the Golden Thunder Pagoda is an imitation of the Ganguang Trapped Spirit Pagoda, the treasure of our Deng family. Although it is not a spiritual treasure, even if the Nascent Soul monk is trapped, it is not so easy to escape. The taste of Golden Thunder Tempering is not pleasant. .”

The children of the Deng family burst out laughing, their faces full of pride.

Wang Qingfeng was too arrogant to use magic weapons and Deng Tianqi.

Wang Qingcheng frowned. He was not worried that something would happen to Wang Qingfeng. After all, they all had body-protecting spiritual treasures and body-protecting talismans. Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator took action, it would not be so easy to kill them.

Deng Tianqi snorted coldly, and with a push of the magic formula, there was a huge roar from the Golden Thunder Tower, and countless golden arcs emerged.

He wanted to give Wang Qingfeng some color and let him know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

The Golden Thunder Tower suddenly shook violently, and the golden arcs on the surface disappeared one after another.

There was a muffled sound of "click", and a small crack appeared on the surface of the Golden Thunder Tower, and the crack became bigger and bigger.

With a loud rumbling sound, the Golden Thunder Tower suddenly exploded, and a red sky-high sword energy swept out and headed straight for Deng Tianqi.

Wang Qingfeng held a long red sword with amazing aura in his hand. It was a spiritual treasure. His face was pale and he looked like he had consumed too much mana.