Rise of Qinglian

Xuanling Continent, Xuanguang Island.

Liu Qingyun was sitting cross-legged near the Feiling Platform, with his hands forming a seal, his eyes closed, and his whole body shrouded in a dazzling spiritual light.

After a while, the Feiling Platform shook violently, as if it were an earthquake.

A dazzling blue light beam soared into the sky. Before it could fly very far, a water-blue light curtain appeared out of thin air, blocking the blue light beam.

Liu Qingyun seemed to be aware of it, the aura on his body dissipated, and he opened his eyes.

"Someone ascends again!"

Liu Qingyun was pleasantly surprised. Originally, guarding the Feiling Platform was a casual job, mainly because he had a lot of time to practice, but within ten thousand years, many people have ascended from the lower world.

Whenever a monk from the lower world ascends to this Feiling Platform, it is all due to Liu Qingyun.

He quickly sent a message to the elders guarding Xuanguang Island and looked towards Feiling Platform.

A young man in a blue shirt with firm features stood on the Feiling Platform. He was tall and his eyes were bright.

Wang Zonglang, he had practiced hard for many years and finally reached the middle stage of becoming a god. With the help of the Feiling Formation, he successfully ascended to Xuanyang Realm.

Tracing back to his roots, Wang Zonglang is a descendant of Wang Changhao.

"I, Wang Zonglang, Master Taihao is my ancestor, how do you call me fellow Taoist?"

Wang Zonglang bowed to Liu Qingyun and said politely.

"Master Taihao! Are you a member of Junior Brother Wang's tribe?"

A gentle male voice sounded.

An old man in green robes with a majestic face descended from the sky. The old man in green robes had a round face and big eyes, which gave people a strong sense of oppression.

I have already greeted him from above. Wang Changsheng has established a flying spirit formation in the lower realm, which can help the god-transformation monks in the lower realm ascend.

"Exactly, meet senior."

Wang Zonglang nodded with a respectful expression.

"I understand. This is the chart to Qinglian Island. Go on your own! Be careful on the way. If necessary, you can report the name of Zhenhai Palace."

The old man in green robe took out a blue jade slip and handed it to Wang Zonglang.

Wang Zonglang thanked him repeatedly, put away the blue jade slip, turned into a blue light and left.

"Another god-transformation monk has ascended. If things go on like this, the power of our ascended faction will definitely become stronger."

The old man in green robe said to himself, looking a little excited.

······At this time bxWx Zhang Si

Qinglian Island is a steep peak with a large number of ironwood trees planted on the mountain, ranging from a hundred to a thousand years old.

Ironwood is a commonly used material for refining puppet beasts. Puppet beasts below level six can be refined with ironwood. In addition, puppet beasts can also be refined with metal ore or monster beast remains.

At the foot of the mountain stands a blue stone tablet more than ten feet high, with the word "Mystery" written on it.

On the top of the mountain is a manor with blue bricks and glazed tiles, exotic flowers and plants, strange rocks and rocks, and a five-story red attic.

The door to the attic suddenly opened, and a girl in a red dress with delicate features walked out. The girl in the red dress had a round face, big eyes, a pair of cute dimples, and a beauty mark on her forehead.

Wang Liangyan, who is currently at the level of Nascent Soul Dzogchen, is a fourth-level weapon refiner and is proficient in the art of puppetry.

Wang Mengbin took Jinhuyu Zhidan and had sex with Bai Yuqi, and Bai Yuqi gave birth to Wang Jiye.

Wang Jiye is a cultivator with the fire attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root. He is currently in the middle stage of becoming a god. He is a fifth-level weapon refiner, and Wang Liangyan is his descendant.

She has been interested in puppetry since she was a child and has a high level of puppet making.

Wang Liangyan's body surface glowed red, turning into a dazzling red light and flying through the air.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Wang Liangyan appeared in a bluestone square covering an area of ​​​​100,000 acres. Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators gathered in the square, including men, women, old and young. The lowest cultivation level was in the Qi refining stage and the highest stage of spiritual transformation.

In the center of the square is a huge red tower more than a thousand feet high. The spiritual light is flashing constantly, the runes are flashing, and the four characters "Li Huo Refining Demon" are engraved on it. It is a low-grade spiritual treasure that reaches the sky. strong sacrifice reading sacrifice

This Lihuo Demon Refining Tower was jointly made by Wang Qingfeng and Wang Jiye. It can transform monsters into monsters to attack the passers-by. The highest level can be transformed into sixth-level low-grade monsters, and the lowest is first-level monsters.

The Lihuo Demon Refining Tower is used to train young tribesmen and improve their fighting skills.

The Wang family has a small competition every ten years and a big competition every hundred years. The higher the ranking, the richer the rewards.

Xiaobi limits the participation of monks below Nascent Soul, while Dabi restricts monks above Nascent Soul to participate, and the rewards are very generous.

Today is the day of the competition, and most of the clan members are here to watch the fun. If the monks of their own lineage get a good ranking, they can get some credit.

Wang Liangyan glanced at him and quickly fell towards the ground, landing next to two men and a woman. They were all Nascent Soul monks. The one with the highest cultivation level was a gentle young man in green shirt. The young man in green shirt had regular features and white hair. Pure.

"Sister Liangyan, your cultivation has made a breakthrough. It seems that there is no problem for you to advance to the top three in this competition."

The young man in green shirt said with a smile.

Wang Liangshu, in the late Yuanying period, practiced the Confucian Kung Fu "Haoran Jue".

After thousands of years of development, the Wang family has collected more and more various exercises. There are many kinds of exercises that members of the clan can choose from. Which exercises to practice depends entirely on personal preference.

Some tribesmen like the art of alchemy, so they practice the "Heavenly Pill Canon", some tribesmen like to refine weapons, so they practice the "Lihuo Sutra", and some tribesmen like to control beasts, so they practice the "Thousand Spirits Book".

"Top three? My goal is first place."

Wang Liangyan said with a smile, her tone was strong and powerful, and she looked confident.

"First place? Sorry, Aunt Liangyan, first place belongs to me."

A confident man's voice suddenly sounded.

A nine-foot-tall young man in red shirt fell from the sky. The young man in red shirt had big shoulders and a round waist, thick hands and feet, and exposed veins. A burst of dazzling red light emitted from his eyes.

Wang Qinglong, he is a descendant of Wang Qingcheng. He cultivates both Dharma and Body. He currently has the level of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

"That's not necessarily true. It could be mine."

A somewhat lazy man's voice suddenly sounded. As soon as he finished speaking, a fat-bellied young man in a yellow shirt fell from the sky, and the ground shook slightly.

The young man in yellow shirt has a round face and small eyes, with layers of fat on his waist and a fair face.

Wang Qinglei, he practices earth attribute skills and is currently at the late stage of Nascent Soul.

Wang Qinglei is a descendant of Wang Qingfeng. He does not know how to refine weapons, make pills, and form formations, and is not interested in the techniques of repelling insects, controlling beasts, and puppets. However, he has rich experience in fighting. In addition to practicing, he usually hunts monsters.

Wang Liangyan, Wang Liangshu, Wang Qinglei and Wang Qinglong are currently the best Nascent Soul monks in the Wang family, and have a high chance of advancing to the stage of becoming gods.

It is impossible for every generation to be excellent, but a few good talents from each generation are enough to support the family.

"The head of the family is here." Zhi Da Zhi Xiao

I don't know who shouted, and all the monks stopped talking and looked towards the sky.

Wang Qingcheng flew in from a distance and stopped over Qingshi Square.

"Today is the day of the family's centenary competition. The clansmen in the Nascent Soul stage line up and enter the Lihuo Demon Refining Tower in order to pass the level. The first place can get a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure."

Wang Qingcheng's voice was not loud and spread throughout the square.