Rise of Qinglian

Considering that the Jinghuo tribe had treasures that could attack the soul, Wang Changsheng did not release Lingui to fight against the enemy. He did not want Lingui to follow the footsteps of Tuligui.

A turbulent blue river surged forward, and before they even got close, it set off a huge wave hundreds of feet high, crashing into Yan Shuo and the others like a mountain of blue water.

The young man in a golden shirt held out a small mirror with glittering golden light. After countless golden runes emerged from the mirror, a stream of golden flames spurted out, turning into a golden fire python more than a hundred feet long, and rushed towards the big blue hand.

The golden fire python collided with the big blue hand, and a large amount of white mist suddenly erupted. Not long after, the golden fire python was submerged by a steady stream of sea water.

Yan Shuo took out a horn with an uncertain red light, put it to his mouth and blew it.

A deep horn sound sounded, and a red sound wave swept over and spread in all directions.

Wherever the red sound wave passed, the ground instantly caught fire. The fire expanded as the red sound wave moved. Ten people could not breathe, and a hundred miles around turned into a sea of ​​red fire.

The blue water collided with the red sound waves, instantly disintegrating and turning into billowing white mist.

A loud tsunami sounded, and the sea water rolled violently, turning into a giant blue fist and defeating the red sound wave.

There was a huge explosion in the sky, and a huge golden fire cloud appeared in the sky. The fire cloud rolled violently, and large golden rain poured down. The golden raindrops quickly turned into huge golden fireballs, which hit Wang Changsheng and Wang Changsheng. Wang Ruyan.

The sea water rolled violently, and a thick water tornado rose into the sky, blocking the falling golden fireball.

A white fire phoenix flew over, sending out a biting chill.

Wherever the white fire phoenix passed, a large amount of white ice shards appeared in the void. The sea water was hundreds of feet close to the white fire phoenix, and instantly froze, and the ice spread rapidly.

Wang Changsheng sacrificed the Qingyang Cauldron. This treasure was obtained from the Qingyang Gate. It is a medium-grade spiritual treasure that reaches the sky.

He lightly tapped the Qingyang Cauldron, and the cauldron lid flew up, and a green glow swept out, heading straight for the white fire phoenix.

Naturally, the young woman in the white dress would not let Wang Changsheng get his wish, so she controlled the spirit flames to avoid it. A loud man's shout rang out, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

This is Wang Changsheng using his own mana to cast the God-Suppressing Roar to avoid interfering with Wang Ruyan's spellcasting. If Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan's mana were combined to perform the God-Suppressing Roar, the young woman in the white dress would not be so relaxed.

The green glow covered the white fire phoenix, and it was swept into the Qingyang Cauldron, and the cauldron lid closed.

Trapped by the middle-grade Tongtian Spiritual Treasure, the sixth-order spiritual flame can never hope to escape.

With a flash of red light, a gleaming red mountain peak suddenly appeared above the heads of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, and Yan Shuo pinched it.

The red mountain peak suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, and instantly rose to a height of more than a thousand feet. A stream of red flames burst out from the surface, like a red volcano.

Before the red giant peak fell, a strong pressure came oncoming, and at the same time a heat wave rolled in.

A ray of blue light flew out from Wang Changsheng's body and turned into a huge humanoid shadow. A dazzling blue light emerged from the arms of the humanoid shadow and hit the giant red peak.

With a muffled sound, the giant red peak flew backwards, and a burst of red flames drowned the human figure, but soon, the flames dissipated.

Ordinary flames can't do anything to the water of the Styx.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shuo frowned.

With a pinch of his magic technique, four gleaming red arrows flew towards Wang Changsheng, turning into four red fire pythons halfway and pounced on Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng sacrificed the Bloody Toad Gourd, and with a tap of his finger, the Bloody Toad Gourd spurted out a stream of smelly and pungent blood-colored liquid, turning into a high blood-colored wall, blocking it in front of him.

The four red fire pythons hit the bloody high wall, as if they were stuck in a quagmire. Their bodies were struggling, but it was of no use. The flames on their bodies slowly dissipated, and their aura dimmed.

Over the years, Wang Changsheng has collected a large amount of filthy things, including the poisonous blood of high-level monsters, and refined them into the Blood Toad Gourd, which has a particularly strong filthy power.

A black rainbow shot out, instantly piercing the blood-colored wall and heading straight for Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan turned into dots of blue light and disappeared, but the sound of the flute became passionate, like thousands of troops fighting.

Yan Shuo frowned. His mind was filled with a strong murderous intention, and he wanted to kill all the creatures he saw.

After all, he was a cultivator in the late stage of Void Refining. He suppressed the murderous intention and was about to sacrifice other treasures to deal with Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

The young woman in the white dress held out a gleaming white feather fan and fanned it gently, a stream of white flames swept out and hit the unsuspecting Yan Shuo.

Yan Shuo never expected that his companions would attack him.

Yan Shuo's body froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into an ice sculpture.

The young man in golden shirt slapped the ice sculpture with his right hand. The ice sculpture fell into pieces, and the body turned into a ball of red light flowing uncertainly. The runes flashed and the aura was astonishing.

There was a muffled sound of "click", and the red ball fell into pieces, which was obviously a treasure for the robbery.

A burst of red fire suddenly lit up more than ten miles away, and Yan Shuo's figure appeared. His face was slightly pale and full of anger.

"What are you doing? Helping the evildoers?"

Yan Shuo said coldly, and then he realized that the young man in the gold shirt and the young woman in the white skirt had ferocious expressions on their faces, and their eyes were blood red.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The golden-shirted young man's eyes were wild, urging his Dharma form to attack Yan Shuo.

The young woman in the white dress waved her white feather fan and released a white flame, which turned into a white ice python and rushed toward Yan Shuo.

Yan Shuo realized that something was wrong. This was not the first time he had fought against Yin Xiu, but it was the first time he had encountered such a powerful Yin Xiu. His two companions fell into an illusion so quickly. The opponent was definitely not an ordinary Lianxu. Monk, no wonder you dare to hit his attention.

A gust of wind blew by, and a huge blue roc appeared above his head without any warning. The roc's body was covered with mysterious spiritual patterns, and its body was covered with a burst of cyan glow. It was the sixth-order puppet beast.

As soon as the Peng bird puppet appeared, its sharp claws grabbed Yan Shuo's Tianling cover.

Yan Shuo was startled. He opened his mouth and spit out three shining red flying knives. With a squeeze of the magic formula, a burst of red flame emerged from the three red flying knives and slashed at the Pengniao puppet.

The sound of "clang, clang, clang" metal colliding was heard, a burst of red flames flooded the body of the Pengniao puppet, and three red flying knives flew out.

After the Peng bird puppet bloomed with a dazzling blue light, the flames flashed out wildly, and its sharp claws grabbed Yan Shuo.

Yan Shuo quickly avoided it, but was still a step too slow. His right arm was scratched by the Pengniao puppet, leaving several long and thick blood marks.

A white fire python rushed over, and Yan Shuo's right arm burst out with red flames, transforming into a red fire python and rushing towards him.

With a loud rumble, both died together.

The sound of the flute became more and more harsh, and Yan Shuo felt his vision suddenly blur, and he appeared on the battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of tribesmen were fighting against the human race.

A large number of Jinghuo tribe fell to the ground, including men, women, old and young, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

"Abba!"

Yan Shuo watched helplessly as an old man in green robe with kind features fell into a pool of blood, feeling mixed with grief.

Two human monks rushed over. Yan Shuo was filled with anger and quickly sacrificed his treasures to fight with each other.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge red peak hundreds of feet high fell from the sky and hit the three of them.