Rise of Qinglian

Among the mountains, you can see white pavilions and palaces, and strange birds and animals can be seen everywhere.

In the northeast of the Bingpo Mountain Range, a towering white ice mountain stands proudly in the world. At the foot of the mountain stands a white stone tablet more than 30 feet high, with three golden characters "Bingpo Peak" engraved on it, shining with inspiration.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the Ye family, only a small number of clan elders can enter and exit, a whole white palace floats above the Ice Soul Peak, the gate is tightly closed, and the three golden characters of "Ice Soul Palace" are written on the white plaque.

In a secret room, countless white runes are engraved on the stone wall.

An old man in a blue robe with a red face sat cross-legged on a blue futon, staring at a white cauldron not far away. The surface of the white cauldron was engraved with a pattern of a white python. The white python was like a living thing. The surface of the white cauldron moved non-stop.

The blue-robed old man had a square face and big eyes, with a goatee, and his eyes were not angry and prestige.

Ye Xuanfeng, one of the five Mahayana monks of the Ye family in the middle period of Mahayana.

Ye Xuanfeng is a hidden Mahayana monk of the Ye family, even within the Ye family, few people know of Ye Xuanfeng's existence.

After a while, Ye Xuanfeng's formula changed, the top cover of the white cauldron flew up, and a long sword with white light flew out from it. The white flying sword was three feet long, and the blade was about an inch wide. With a flame pattern, it exudes terrifying aura fluctuations.

He made a move with one hand, and the white flying sword flew towards him and landed on his hand. With a light wave, there was a clear sword cry, and a white sword light swept out, cutting on the stone wall, The stone wall shook violently, and the runes flickered non-stop.

"Hey, it still doesn't work. What is the problem? It would be great if Xuanji was here. She has the body of nine yangs and is a natural craftsman. If she stays in the family, maybe our Ye family can have the real power of Xuantian." precious."

Ye Xuanfeng said to himself, his face full of regret.

Ye Xuanji has the body of nine yangs, and the talent for crafting is the first person in the Ye family since the founding of the family. She is the core child of the Ye family. Due to some special reasons, Ye Xuanji left the Ye family.

The Ye Family currently has three Xuantian Remnant Treasures, the most powerful Xuantian Remnant Treasure has seven-tenths the power of the genuine one.

Xuantian treasures are divided into congenital and acquired. Xuantian objects are cultivated into Xuantian treasures. This is the innate Xuantian treasure, which cannot be cultivated by the Ye family. Acquired Xuantian treasures are refined using a large number of rare materials. become.

Generally speaking, the innate treasure of Xuantian is much more powerful than the acquired treasure, but it is too difficult to cultivate the innate treasure of Xuantian. As far as Ye Xuanfeng knows, the known treasures of Xuantian are all acquired. made.

The Xuantian Treasure refined the day after tomorrow has certain flaws due to the refiner's level of refinement or the quality of the refining materials. Only one-tenth of the genuine product, this kind of treasure is called Xuantian Remnant Treasure.

Even if it is only one-tenth of the power of the authentic product, a Mahayana cultivator can be proud of having a Xuantian Remnant Treasure.

The Ye family has always hoped to refine a real Xuantian treasure, but unfortunately they failed.

Ye Xuanji had high hopes, but it was a pity that she left the Ye family and no longer worked for the Ye family.

If she stayed in the Ye family, she would at least have the early stages of Mahayana cultivation.

Ye Xuanfeng took out a dharma plate that was shining with white light, and entered a formula, and a sad man's voice sounded: "Ancestor Xuanfeng, Ancestor Yuyu failed to survive the seventh catastrophe, and died. "

"Understood, select three fit monks from the clan, train them carefully, and train a Mahayana monk as soon as possible."

Ye Xuanfeng ordered.

The Ye family has a panacea that can impact the Mahayana period. It can continuously cultivate Mahayana monks. This is the foundation. As long as it does not encounter a catastrophe such as extermination, even if one or two Mahayanas fall, give the Ye family a certain amount of time, and the Ye family can recover vitality.

If it were an ordinary Mahayana monk, he would have died in the fifth catastrophe, and Ye Yuyu could survive until the seventh catastrophe, which is already pretty good.

"Yes, ancestor Xuanfeng."

Putting away the Dharma plate, Ye Xuanfeng sighed, and said to himself: "Xuanji, Xuanji, so what if I let you open the passage to the underworld, you are not a real fairy, how can you resurrect the dead clansman, can you resurrect the dead?" The Mahayana clansmen of other great clans have already done it, why do you think that you can do things that Mahayana monks can't do?"

He shook his head, got up and walked out.

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Xuanling Continent, Baihua Villa.

At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset pours over the Baihua Mountains.

A vast manor, a secluded courtyard.

There is a golden peach tree more than two feet high in the courtyard, and a wooden swing is hung under a thick and long branch. Du Xueyao is sitting on the swing, smiling brightly.

There are some golden petals scattered on the ground, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Wang Yidao has lived in Baihua Villa for a while. Du Xueyao talked about her childhood with Wang Yidao. Wang Yidao listened quietly and occasionally responded with a few words, which is a unique way of communication between them.

Not far away was a blue stone pavilion, Wang Yidao was sitting in the stone pavilion, and several exquisite wine jugs were placed on the blue stone table in front of him.

While drinking the spirit wine, Wang Yidao looked at Du Xueyao who was swinging on the swing. Du Xueyao's face was filled with a happy smile.

Wang Yidao picked up the wine glass and drank up the spiritual wine in the glass.

He looked at Du Xueyao, who smiled and said, "Are you done drinking? I'll get it for you."

"I want to go back."

Wang Yidao shook his head.

"When will you come again?"

Du Xueyao was full of anticipation.

"You want me to come?"

Wang Yidao asked, his eyes fixed on Du Xueyao.

Du Xueyao nodded, and said seriously: "Then what about you! Do you want to come?"

"think!"

Wang Yidao nodded.

The smile on Du Xueyao's face deepened, and she said: "That's fine, as long as you want to come, you can come anytime, I welcome you anytime."

Wang Yidao stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he stopped, looked at Du Xueyao, and said seriously: "Don't invite others to drink."

"Ok. What about you!"

Du Xueyao showed a look of anticipation.

"I only drink the spirit wine you brewed."

Wang Yidao looked solemn.

"Can you give me a smile? I like to see you smile."

Du Xueyao smiled lightly.

Wang Yidao smiled slightly, and soon returned to normal, with a straight face, as if he should not approach strangers.

"That's it. You only drink the spirit wine I brewed, and I only invite you to drink."

Du Xueyao said seriously.

"It's a deal."

Wang Yidao grinned, turned into a ray of light and broke through the air, disappearing into the sky.

"Next time, I hope we drink together."

Du Xueyao said to herself, smiling all over her face.