Rise of Qinglian

Liu Hongxue was very satisfied with Wang Mousen's attitude and praised: "You are still young. It is only a matter of time before you surpass me in the future, but cultivation is the most important thing. Don't fall behind in cultivation. I will be in seclusion for a while, so go and do your work!"

Wang Yingjie is practicing in seclusion, and Liu Hongxue also plans to practice in seclusion for a period of time. The city will be managed by Dong Xueli and Wang Qingfeng, and they can just give orders. The clan members will handle the specific affairs. Under normal circumstances, there is no need for the monks to come forward.

"Yes, Ancestor Hongxue."

Wang Mousen agreed and turned to leave.

Liu Hongxue walked into a secret room hundreds of feet in size. There were a large number of fire-attribute patterns carved on the stone wall, and there was a red jade bed in the lower left corner.

The jade bed made of ten thousand years of jade can assist Liu Hongxue in her cultivation.

Liu Hongxue is a sixth-level alchemist, and her salary is very good.

She sat cross-legged on the red jade bed and started practicing.

Countless red flames appeared out of thin air, gathered above her head, and slowly condensed into a red female silhouette.

Void-refining monks can not only use Dharma to confront enemies, but also use Dharma to practice, which is more efficient.

As soon as the female shadow appeared, a large amount of fire spirit energy gathered and poured into the female shadow.

Liu Hongxue closed her eyes, and wisps of red light followed the woman's shadow and poured into her body.

······

A manor that occupies an extremely large area, with pavilions, gardens, lotus ponds, stone corridors, willow streams, bamboo paths, and platform square bridges, all of them are available.

There is a green hexagonal stone pavilion. An old man in green robes with white hair and a graceful young woman in gold skirt are sitting in the stone pavilion. A young man in red with delicate features stands aside.

Wang Mousen walked in. When he saw the old man in green robe and the young woman in gold skirt, he frowned and asked, "Dad, why are you here?"

The old man in green robe is called Wang Yiguang, a Nascent Soul monk. He is more than two thousand years old. He has taken several miraculous medicines to prolong life, thanks to Wang Mousen.

Wang Yiguang has three spiritual roots. He devoted himself to Taoism in his early years. He failed to attack the God Transformation Stage twice in succession. He blocked the Five-Nine Thunder Tribulation, and his body could not be successfully transformed into the God Transformation Stage. He could not advance to the God Transformation Stage.

The road was hopeless, so he looked away and took in wives and concubines, as many high-ranking monks did.

Wang Mousen's mother was just a concubine, but after he detected Tianlinggen, his mother became his equal wife, and the whole family benefited.

With the example of Wang Mousen, Wang Yiguang worked harder and gave birth to many younger brothers and sisters for Wang Mousen.

The young woman in the gold skirt is Wang Yiguang's new concubine, and the young man in red is Wang Yiguang's son Wang Moubin, who has the qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots.

It can be said that Wang Moubin and Wang Yiguang were created from the same mold. Wang Yiguang liked Wang Moubin very much.

"Come here and see you, Moubin, come here and see your eighteenth brother."

Wang Yiguang ordered that he had more than 300 descendants with spiritual roots, and his youngest son was not yet one month old.

The young man in red grinned and said, "I have met Brother Eighteen."

Wang Mousen nodded. There were too many younger brothers and sisters he had never met. To be honest, he had no feelings for these younger brothers and sisters.

"Yu'er, you and Moubin go down first. I have something to talk to him about."

Wang Yiguang waved his hand and asked the young woman in the gold skirt and Wang Moubin to retreat.

"Mousen, dad's days are running out. I didn't think much about it, so I just hope that you can help Moubin. He is not qualified. As an elder brother, you can help him more. You can leave the other brothers and sisters alone. You must take good care of him, okay?”

Wang Yiguang looked sincere.

"As long as he doesn't misbehave and violate the clan rules, I will take good care of him. With his qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, I will help him, but how far he can go on the road depends on himself."

Wang Mousen pondered for a moment and said this.

There are more than 300 brothers and sisters, focusing on taking care of Wang Moubin, so there is no big problem.

"Okay, okay, okay, with your words, I will feel relieved as a father."

Wang Yiguang burst into tears. He remembered something and said with a look of reminiscence, "You are more promising than me. I hope you can go further on the road."

Wang Musen's expression turned slightly gloomy and he sighed softly.

After chatting over a cup of tea, Wang Yiguang said goodbye and left, leaving Wang Moubin in Qinglian Valley and entrusting Wang Mousen to take care of him.

······

Qinglian Island is a small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

There is a manor with an area of ​​​​acres and a secret room in the valley.

Wang Yuanjiang sat cross-legged on a blue futon, with two porcelain bottles placed in front of him, his eyes solemn.

"This day is finally coming."

Wang Yuanjiang took a deep breath, feeling uneasy.

As a loud thunder sounded, Wang Yuanjiang's face darkened.

A huge thundercloud floated over the valley, accompanied by a deafening sound of thunder, and a thick silver lightning struck down.

A large number of green vines grew in the valley, weaving into a huge green net that covered the entire valley.

Silver lightning struck the cyan net bag, and the cyan net bag fell apart instantly.

But soon, new green vines sprouted out of the ground, forming a new green net.

The rumble of thunder came from high in the sky, and thick silver lightning streaked through the sky one after another, hitting the small valley below. The dazzling lightning flooded the entire valley, and powerful air waves spread out, and the manor was swept away by the air waves. Destroyed, filled with smoke and dust.

After a cup of tea, the lightning dissipated and the manor disappeared, replaced by a huge pit with black smoke.

Wang Yuanjiang stood in the huge pit, his face pale and his clothes in tatters.

He is in the process of entering the stage of transforming into gods. After passing through the Five Nine Thunder Tribulations, his physical body has successfully transformed into sand, and he has entered the stage of transforming into gods. It is rare to transform into a physical body, and it varies from person to person.

The rumble of thunder came from high in the sky, and the thundercloud rolled violently, turning into a silver thunder python more than a hundred feet long. It was wrapped in countless silver arcs and rushed down.

Wang Yuanjiang shouted loudly, blue light emitted from his body, and he swung a huge blue-light ax to strike at the silver thunder python.

The silver thunder python was split in half by him and turned into a dazzling thunder light, drowning Wang Yuanjiang's figure.

Countless yellow mist surged out of the valley, covering the entire valley.

More than an hour later, the thunder light dissipated, and the yellow mist also dissipated.

Wang Yuanjiang's body was covered with bloodstains and bleeding, and his face was pale. He exuded a terrifying spiritual pressure and successfully entered the stage of becoming a god.

"Haha! Finally transformed into a god."

Wang Yuanjiang laughed heartily and felt extremely happy. After practicing Taoism for many years, he finally entered the stage of becoming a god.

He calmed down his excitement and felt that his whole body was full of strength.

He grabbed the void with one hand, and countless blue water vapor emerged from the void, gathering into a huge cloud.

"Controlling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this is the ability of the god-transformation monk!"

Wang Yuanjiang said to himself, his eyes full of joy.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned into a ray of light and left this place, returning to his residence to heal his injuries and consolidate his cultivation.

7017k