Rise of Qinglian

In a vast and boundless green mountain range, Wang Qingfeng, Dong Xueli and Wang Liangpu were besieging three tall orcs, one with the head of an ape, one with the head of an eagle, and one with the head of a lion. All three orcs were in the late stages of becoming gods.

Wang Qingfeng held the Burning Heaven Sword tightly, and each time he slashed into the void, he released streaks of red sword energy, carrying an astonishing heat wave, slashing towards the orcs.

With a pinch of Dong Xueli's sword skills, the Xuan Yu Sword released white sword energy, heading straight towards the orcs with a burst of chill.

Wang Liangpu is a spirit planter. He sacrificed a blue jade ruler and turned it into a giant tree more than a thousand feet high, with lush branches and leaves. Thick roots sprouted from the ground and shot toward the orcs.

In addition, he also controls a yellow giant ape puppet that is more than a hundred feet tall. The theater puppet's body is covered with mysterious spiritual patterns, and it is clearly a fifth-level puppet beast.

The giant ape puppet moved its arms, and yellow fist shadows flew out, or opened its mouth to spit out a thick yellow light. A strong gravity was generated on the ground, severely restricting the movement of the three orcs.

Lying on the ground not far away were the corpses of four immortal cultivators. They all had blood holes in their chests, and their deaths were terrifying.

The Jinghuo tribe's coalition forces were defeated, and the human monks chased and killed the aliens. However, the aliens were not weak in strength, and sometimes they were killed instead of succeeding in pursuit.

There were many small blood marks on the bodies of the three orcs, but for a while, Wang Qingfeng and the others could not do anything to them.

Several rays of light flew from a distance at very fast speeds.

Wang Qingfeng frowned and turned around to see three spiritual tribesmen flying towards their direction, two men and one woman. The leader was a short and fat old man in yellow robe. The old man in yellow robe had the cultivation ability in the late stage of becoming a god. Because, the other two are only in the early stages of becoming gods.

If three spiritual tribes are allowed to join the battle group, the pressure on Wang Qingfeng and the others will be even greater.

Behind the three elves, there were four escaping lights, which were very fast.

Not long after, the four escaping lights stopped, headed by Deng Tianqi, four god-transformation monks, all descendants of the Deng family, and Liu Yuehong was also there.

Liu Yuehong said nothing and prepared to take action against the aliens.

"Fellow Daoist Wang has great supernatural powers. They can handle it. Let's go help the second uncle."

Deng Tianqi stopped Liu Yuehong and left with Liu Yuehong and the others.

He wanted to kill Wang Qingfeng with a borrowed knife.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qingfeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he could naturally see Deng Tianqi's intention.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, please help us kill them."

One of the orcs shouted loudly, his tone urgent.

The old man in yellow robe turned his eyes, his hands lit up with a burst of dazzling yellow light, and he patted the ground lightly. Two yellow lights flew out and disappeared into the ground.

The ground shook violently and suddenly turned into soft sand. Strong winds blew and yellow sand filled the sky.

In a burst of sound, thousands of yellow sand blades flew towards them, slashing at them.

Wang Qingfeng and the others did not dare to be careless and quickly cast spells to resist.

For a time, there were constant roars, air waves like tides, and various spiritual lights blazing.

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In a vast and boundless plain, Bai Xuan and Yan Ji turned into two rays of light and walked away through the air, hundreds of miles away in an instant, at a very fast speed.

Yan Ji's face was pale and her breath was weak. Her current condition was very bad.

"Since you dare to attack Xuanguang City, then stay!"

A cold and ruthless man's voice suddenly came from the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly turned dark red, and a huge red fire cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, reflecting the ground tens of thousands of miles in red.

After the red fire cloud rolled violently, large red raindrops poured down, turning into red flying swords and slashing towards Bai Xuan and Yan Ji.

Bai Xuan shook his sleeves, and a white cold wind swept out, defeating the incoming red flying sword.

There were constant roars and waves of air.

The red flying swords suddenly gathered together and turned into a ten thousand feet long red sword light, slashing at Bai Xuan and Yan Ji with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.

Bai Xuan frowned, and a white flame emerged from his right hand, hitting the red sword light.

With a loud noise, the red sword light was shattered by him and turned into billowing flames, drowning their figures.

A white flame emerged from the flames, and the flames suddenly collapsed.

A ray of light flew from a distance, it was Feng Xiaoyao, looking at Bai Xuan and Yan Ji with a murderous look on his face.

"It's easy to come, but it's not easy to leave. Leave your life behind!"

Feng Xiaoyao was filled with murderous intent.

"Yan Ji, you go first, I'll stop him."

Bai Xuan urged through voice transmission, and a ray of white light flew out from him and turned into a white giant shadow. A large number of white snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

The ground froze at an alarming rate, and the ice spread rapidly.

Three people couldn't breathe, and the entire area for hundreds of miles was frozen.

Yan Ji nodded, and a red flame burst out from her body, turning into a huge red fireball.

There was a muffled sound, and the red fireball exploded, turning into countless red lights and disappearing.

At this time, Huang Yilong and Li Yan chased after him.

"Leave him to me. You go after Yan Ji. Don't let her run away. Now is the best time to kill her."

Feng Xiaoyao urged, his face full of confidence.

If it were other combined monks, Huang Yilong and Li Yan might not believe it.

Feng Xiaoyao is a disciple of the Mahayana monk, so his strength is certainly extraordinary. He finally managed to severely injure Yan Ji. This is a great opportunity to kill Yan Ji.

After dealing with Yan Ji, it wouldn't be too late for them to come back to help Feng Xiaoyao.

With Feng Xiaoyao's magical power, even if he couldn't kill Bai Xuan, he wouldn't be killed by Bai Xuan.

They turned into two rays of light and flew towards the distance, chasing Yan Ji.

Bai Xuan and Feng Xiaoyao looked at each other and smiled, unknowingly thinking that they were friends they had not seen for many years.

With a pinch of Feng Xiaoyao's magic formula, strong winds blew up, the void shook and twisted, and countless red fires emerged. After a blur, they turned into red flying swords, tens of thousands of them.

With a pinch of Bai Xuan's spell, the white snowflakes blurred and turned into white ice picks several feet long, facing the red flying sword.

The red flying sword collided with the white ice cone, and a large white mist erupted, and the air wave was like a tide.

They urged the treasures and spells to confront each other. If you observe them closely, you can see that their lips are moving slightly, as if they are communicating through sound transmission.

Even if there were fusion monks passing by, they would not think that they were communicating through sound transmission. They were really fighting.

A ray of red light flew out from Feng Xiaoyao's body and turned into a huge red sword shadow. The aura of the sword shadow kept flickering, just like the real thing.

His dharma form is condensed with red flame crystals, and comes with a flaming attack that cannot be blocked by ordinary shields.

A red flame surged out from the red sword shadow, carrying a monstrous heat wave, slashing towards the opposite side.

A stream of white flames surged out from the giant shadow's arms, facing the red sword shadow, and there was a "clang" sound of metal clashing.

Powerful waves of air swept across, and wherever they passed, the ground exploded, the void tore apart, and the void seemed to collapse.