Rise of Qinglian

Spring passed and autumn came, and fifty years passed quickly.

Qinglian Island is a steep sky-high peak. Viewed from a distance, this mountain looks like a green sword, thrust horizontally into the ground.

In the early morning, the sky just dawned, and the golden sunshine poured on Qinglian Island, bringing a burst of warmth to Qinglian Island.

At the foot of the mountain stands a silver stone tablet more than a hundred feet high. On it are three golden characters "Lundao Peak" written with dragons and phoenixes flying on it. It is so bright that it can be seen clearly from a hundred miles away.

On the top of the mountain, in a bluestone square covering an area of ​​100,000 acres, hundreds of members of the Wang family were sitting cross-legged on futons. Their ages ranged from five to twenty years old.

They closed their eyes slightly and formed seals with their hands. As they breathed in and out, little spiritual lights emerged from their bodies, pouring into their bodies along their mouths and noses. The spiritual lights were colorful and brilliant.

A breeze blew, clothes fluttered, and no one opened their eyes.

Directly in front of hundreds of tribesmen, a tall young man in red was sitting cross-legged on a red futon.

The young man in red has eyebrows like swords and a handsome face. His hands are in a seal, his eyes are slightly closed, and wisps of red light pour into his body along his mouth and nose.

An hour later, the sky was bright, a red sun was shining overhead, and golden sunlight fell on them.

The young man in red opened his eyes, his gaze majestic.

Wang Junzhi is an alchemy cultivator and a third-level spiritual cultivator. He is responsible for supervising the cultivation of junior Qi practitioners and is also responsible for guarding the family's elixir garden.

Almost at the same time, all the clan members opened their eyes one after another.

"Okay, that's it for today, you can go back and have a meal!"

Wang Junzhi waved his hand and ordered.

"yes."

All the clansmen agreed in unison, and one after another they sacrificed the Qinglian magic weapon, jumped on it, and flew high into the sky, each returning to their respective homes.

Wang Junzhi looked up at the sky and saw blue lotus flowers.

Fifty years ago, Kowloon Island was renamed Qinglian Island. The low-level monks of the family would issue Qinglian magical artifacts to travel around, and the name of the Qinglian Wang family officially spread.

Wang Junzhi took out an emerald green jade flute, put it to his mouth and blew gently.

A cheerful flute sounded, a clear bird chirped from the distant sky, and a seven-color spiritual light flew from a distance.

Not long after, a seven-colored aura appeared in the sky above Lundao Peak. It was a peacock with wings spread more than ten feet wide. The feathers on its body were of seven colors, mixed together, and it was very beautiful.

Qixiaque, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan brought two Qixiaque spiritual eggs from Xuanling Cave, one was given to Sun Yuejiao to raise, and the other was used as a spiritual bird to protect the clan.

The one in front of me is the family's spiritual bird, the Seven Clouds Bird, which is currently at the top level of the third level.

The Qixia bird circled in the sky above Lundao Peak and landed in front of Wang Junzhi.

Wang Junzhi touched its head and flew on the back of the bird. The bird flapped its wings lightly, blowing a strong wind and flew high into the sky, and soon disappeared.

After a cup of tea, the Qixia bird landed in a valley shrouded in white thick fog. Outside the valley was a light blue stone tablet with the two characters "Hundred Fruit Valley" written on it.

The family has eighteen spiritual medicine gardens, distributed in different places on the island. Baiguo Valley mainly cultivates spiritual fruit trees, and has cultivated dozens of spiritual fruit trees. Wang Junzhi takes care of them personally.

Wang Junzhi took out a square blue token and injected it with magic power. A blue light flew out and disappeared into the valley.

The thick white fog rolled violently, and a passage appeared. Wang Junzhi walked in, and Qixiaque followed.

Through the thick white fog, a very large manor appeared in front of him. The manor was divided into dozens of independent courtyards, and a fruit tree was planted in each courtyard.

Wang Junzhi took out the formation disk, opened the restriction and walked in.

Not long after, he appeared in a secluded courtyard. In the courtyard, there was a blood-colored fruit tree more than a hundred feet high. The trunk and leaves were blood-colored, and there were some golden lines on the surface of the fruit.

Blood Bodhi Tree, Blood Bodhi Fruit can strengthen the Qi and blood of immortal cultivators, thereby strengthening the physical body.

Wang Junzhi took out a palm-sized green gourd and inserted a magic formula into it. The green gourd spurted out a green light and turned into a green cloud more than a hundred feet in size.

The green clouds rolled violently, and large green rain poured down, falling on the Blood Bo fruit tree.

The green rainwater is Baicaoyuye, which is helpful to the growth of spiritual fruit trees.

After absorbing Baicao Yuye, the blood pupa tree sprouted some tiny buds, and the leaves became brighter in color.

The Blood Bodhi tree blooms for thousands of years, bears fruit for thousands of years, and matures after another thousand years. A high-level spiritual planter can shorten the maturity cycle of the spiritual fruit and elixir. How much the shortening depends on the cultivation level of the spiritual planter.

The ground suddenly shook violently, like an earthquake, the island's alarm sounded loudly, and a large number of tribesmen rushed towards Qinglian Peak.

Wang Junzhi was slightly stunned and looked towards the direction of Qinglian Peak.

"It's nothing, I'm testing the power of the treasure, you go and do your work!"

A manly voice suddenly sounded.

After hearing this, the tribesmen retreated one after another.

Qinglian Peak, a secluded courtyard.

Wang Changsheng stood in a blue stone pavilion. A huge golden-armored guard lay on the ground, with mysterious spiritual patterns all over his body. His eyes were lifeless. He was clearly a fifth-level puppet beast.

Over the years, Wang Changsheng has been refining weapons. In addition to helping Wang Qingshan promote the Qingli Sword to the Heaven-Bearing Spirit Treasure, he also refines the fifth-level puppet beast and helps his son and daughter-in-law refine the Heaven-Bound Spirit Treasure. He is very busy.

With the sixth level spirit flame, glazed ice flame in hand, the time for refining the weapon is shortened a lot. For an ordinary Void Refining monk, fifty years is not enough time.

A golden light flew over and made a cheerful chirping sound, it was the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada.

Its size was much larger than before, and its whole body glowed with a soft golden light, like a piece of sparkling gold.

If it weren't for the Thousand Insect Fruit, it would still be very difficult for it to advance to the fifth level. After advancing to the fifth level, it fed Wang Changsheng a lot more spiritual consciousness, and its magical powers were enhanced.

The most indispensable thing in this sea area is monsters, and occasionally sixth-level monsters appear.

"Come on, I'll take you to find something to eat."

Wang Changsheng put away the puppet beast, turned into a blue escaping light and left Qinglian Peak, and the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada quickly followed.

Not long after, he appeared over a huge lake.

Roar!

An excited beast roared, the lake exploded, and the turtle emerged from the sea. This guy's size increased a lot.

"Let's go, let's take you to find something delicious."

Wang Changsheng gave an order and flew out of Qinglian Island. The turtle turned into a blue light and chased after him.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng landed on the beach of Qinglian Island.

The turtle's huge body hit the sea, splashing a lot of waves, and it dived to the bottom of the sea.

Wang Changsheng stood on the beach and waited quietly.

The sea surface rolled violently, and a thick water tornado rose into the sky. A red sea lion flew out from the bottom of the sea. Judging from its aura, it was clearly a fifth-level low-grade monster.

Wang Changsheng flicked his two fingers, and a blue light flew out. Wherever it passed, the void made a harsh sound, the void twisted and deformed, and the sea water split into two, as if cut in half by a sharp blade.

The red sea lion spit out a thick red flame and hit the blue light.

There was a loud noise, and the red flame was shattered by the blue light. Languan directly penetrated the head of the red sea lion. The red sea lion suddenly lost its breath. A large piece of red and white stuff spurted out from the wound. The head was bleeding, and the body fell on the sea. , blood dyed a large area of ​​sea water red.

After entering the Void Refining Stage, Wang Changsheng mastered a new magical power, the Four Seas Soul-Destroying Finger, which condenses water vapor to damage the enemy. The deeper the magic power, the more water vapor, and the greater the power. This magical power requires the control of water aura, and only a Void Refining monk can Really controlling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will greatly increase the Spirit-Destroying Finger of the Four Seas.

Killing a fifth-level low-grade monster with one strike was a huge difference between refining the void and transforming into a god. He had not yet used the method.

In a flash of red light, a mini sea lion flew out from the corpse, its spirit.

With a flash of golden light, the soul-eating golden cicada suddenly fell from the sky. It flapped its wings fiercely and released a golden glow, covering the mini sea lion.

The mini sea lion suddenly burst into smoke and was devoured by the soul-eating golden cicada.

Soul-fixing and light-fixing, Soul-eating Golden Cicada's new magical power after it reached the fifth level. This magical power only targets spirits and ghosts, and is of little use to monks and monsters.