Rise of Qinglian

"Is the glazed shield destroyed?"

Wang Changsheng asked.

"It's destroyed. Thanks to the treasure given by the master, otherwise my subordinates wouldn't have been able to get through this so easily."

Wang Shura said gratefully.

"I said, follow me and I won't treat you badly. Don't worry, I will help your Taoist companion to survive the third great tribulation."

Wang Changsheng promised that if there was an eighth-level formation, it would be much easier for Wang Shura to survive the great tribulation.

Wang Shuluo and Wang Naluo expressed their gratitude, and Wang Changsheng took them back to Qinglian Island.

Wang Changsheng calculated that it had been more than five thousand years since he had eaten the Wanling Dao Fruit, which meant that the Wanling Dao Body still had more than four thousand years left.

He plans to continue to comprehend the spiritual realm. If he can reach a small level of cultivation, that would be great.

As soon as he returned to Qinglian Peak, Wang Ruyan came out of the attic with a happy face.

She successfully refined three Qiankun Demon Suppressing Talismans, but failed twice. This success rate is still good. Practice makes perfect. If she gets the skin of the eighth-level golden glass beast, she can refine more Qiankun Demon Suppressing Talismans. .

"Husband, you have entered the middle stage of Mahayana. It's great."

Wang Ruyan felt the powerful spiritual pressure emitted by Wang Changsheng, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Master Miaode and I exchanged the skin of an eighth-level golden glass beast and refined three Qiankun Demon Suppressing Talismans. From now on, it will be much easier for the clan members to enter the Mahayana period."

Wang Ruyan took out three golden talismans and said with a smile.

"The Qiankun Demon Suppression Talisman!"

Wang Changsheng was overjoyed. This added another layer of heritage to his family.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng took out a gleaming blue communication disk and entered a magic formula. Wang Yongqian's excited voice sounded: "Ancestor, Qingcheng ancestor is attacking the Mahayana stage."

"I know, I'll go over and take a look."

Wang Changsheng responded, put away the interrogation tray, left Qinglian Island, and rushed inland.

In the southwest corner of the Feilong Mountains, Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong stood on the top of a steep mountain peak, looking at a huge thundercloud high in the sky.

Wang Qingcheng was approaching the Mahayana stage. They immediately used a large communication array to notify Wang Yongqian. Wang Yongqian should inform Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

There was a rumble of thunder, and thick silver lightning streaked through the sky, one after another striking into a huge valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Wang Qingcheng stood on the ground, and a huge silver light curtain covered him. There was a lightning pattern on the surface of the silver light curtain.

Streams of silver lightning struck down one after another, falling on the silver light curtain and disappearing.

As time passed, the area of ​​the thundercloud became smaller and smaller, and the silver lightning struck became larger and larger.

After a cup of tea, the thundercloud was still dozens of feet in size.

Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong stared at the thunderclouds high in the sky with solemn expressions.

The thundercloud rolled violently like boiling water, and arcs of seven different colors emerged.

"Seven Color Divine Thunder!"

Sun Yuejiao breathed a sigh of relief. She had passed the most difficult period of inner demons. The eighty-nine thunder tribulations only attracted the seven-color divine thunder. With the thunder-forming formation arranged by the seventh-grade high-grade thunder-absorbing beads, it was impossible to withstand the nine seven-color divine thunder. questionable.

"Seven Color Divine Thunder, it seems there is no problem for Qingcheng to advance to the Mahayana stage."

A man's voice of joy rang out, and as soon as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow flew over, flashed, and landed in front of Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong.

"Dad (ancestor)!"

Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong looked happy when they saw Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng nodded and looked at the thunderclouds high in the sky.

A thunder sounded, and a thick seven-color lightning struck down, leaving a long white mark in the void and falling on the silver light curtain.

With a muffled sound, countless silver runes emerged from the surface of the silver light curtain, seven-color lightning exploded, and a burst of dazzling seven-color lightning flooded the entire silver light curtain.

Soon, the second seven-color lightning struck, followed by the third and fourth...

When the eighth seven-color lightning fell, the seven-color thunder cloud rolled violently and turned into a huge seven-color thunder tiger. Its whole body was wrapped in countless seven-color arcs, exuding a heaven-destroying aura.

The seven-color thunder tiger looked up to the sky and roared, then jumped down from the sky.

The ground shook violently, and the soil within a radius of thousands of miles turned into sand, forming a huge desert. Countless yellow gravels rose into the sky, turning into yellow sand spears more than ten feet long, heading straight towards the Seven-Colored Thunder Tiger.

The Seven-Colored Thunder Tiger's momentum was like a rainbow, and it defeated a large number of yellow sand spears. There were too many yellow sand spears to hold it back, and the dense yellow sand spears penetrated the Seven-Colored Thunder Tiger's body.

The Seven-Colored Thunder Tiger's body exploded, and a huge ball of seven-colored thunder rose into the sky, filling the sky with smoke and dust.

Before the thunder light dissipated, a loud male laughter could be heard.

A yellow rainbow flew out from the seven-color thunder light, and it flashed in front of Wang Changsheng. It was Wang Qingcheng.

His face was pale, and his body exuded frightening spiritual pressure, and he had suddenly entered the Mahayana stage.

"Congratulations to the ancestor of Qingcheng for entering the Mahayana stage!"

Wang Yihong smiled and congratulated.

Wang Changsheng's eyes were full of joy and he said: "Take good care of yourself, block the news, and keep a low profile."

Everything that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Wang Changsheng does not want to attract attention. What the Wang family needs now is time.

Wang Qingcheng nodded, and the three of them left the place, leaving Wang Yihong to clean up the mess.

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Northern Icefield, Bingpo Mountains, Ye Family.

In a snow-white manor, Ye Xuanfeng, Ye Yuhuan, Ye Yuhan and Ye Yunfei were sitting in a white stone pavilion, talking about something.

"There is a small clan in the Cang Yuan Realm that suddenly rises. Seven Mahayana people appear within ten thousand years, and there is also the Xuantian Treasure. It is very likely that they will get that low-grade immortal weapon."

Ye Xuanfeng's tone was heavy.

"Seven Mahayana appear within ten thousand years? And the Xuantian Treasure? Is that immortal weapon so powerful?"

Ye Yuhuan said in surprise.

"An immortal weapon with the law of time is no small matter. Cultivating the Xuantian Treasure is nothing. If several ethnic groups hadn't joined forces to destroy this small tribe, they would not have used the Xuantian Treasure. The news has been leaked. You can use it as quickly as possible. Du rushes to Cangyuan Realm and takes Xuantian's treasure, the Golden Dragon Wheel. If that immortal weapon is really in Cangyuan Realm, we must get it, no matter how much it costs."

Ye Xuanfeng ordered, looking like he was determined to win.

According to the members of the Ye family in the immortal world, that low-grade immortal weapon would be coveted by even golden immortals. Immortals cannot go down to the realm. At most, they can send Mahayana monks down to the realm, and it requires the assistance of high-level formations to do it. Ordinary forces cannot do it at all. Even the Ye family couldn't do it, so they could only let the people from the lower world find this low-grade fairy weapon.

"You want to bring the golden dragon wheel? Is it to this extent?"

Ye Yuhan frowned and said.

"The news has been leaked. They only know that that small tribe has the Xuantian Treasure, but they may not have guessed that they have the Immortal Artifact. Therefore, you must grab the Time Immortal Artifact as quickly as possible."

Ye Xuanfeng warned.

"What if there is no magical weapon, but a great opportunity!"

Ye Yuhuan frowned and said.

"Then bring back the Xuantian Treasure. This small clan was originally inconspicuous, but suddenly an alchemy genius appeared who can refine a variety of elixirs. Just finding the materials is a problem. If there is that piece The magic weapon of time, the elixir of ripening, and a pile of materials can create an alchemy master."

Ye Xuanfeng explained.

"Now that there is news, let's take a trip! I hope that the fairy weapon is in the hands of that small clan."

Ye Yunfei agreed.

Ye Yunfei personally led the team, dispatched five Mahayana and hundreds of tribesmen, and left the Northern Icefield on the Ice Lion.

The war is ready. It should be almost done within this week. The preparations are almost done.