Rise of Qinglian

Time flies, and more than five hundred years have passed.

The Xuanyang Mountains are located in the middle of the Qianling Continent. They are full of spiritual energy and stretch for hundreds of millions of miles. There are eighth-level spiritual veins here and a space node leading to the Guangyun Realm. The Stone Cocoon Clan has sent Mahayana monks to take charge.

In a manor full of birds and flowers, Shi Pan, Shi Yi, a plump young woman in a purple dress and a burly old man in a red robe were sitting in the stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.

"Count the time, they should be here!"

The young woman in the purple dress spoke.

Clouds and smoke, middle stage of Mahayana.

"It's almost done! The Immortal Artifact of Time, the Jade Dew of Creation, and the Ling Clan have a great chance. If this falls into the hands of our Stone Cocoon Clan, more of our tribe will ascend to the Immortal Realm."

The red-robed old man's eyes were fiery.

Shi Yan, an eighth-level alchemist in the middle stage of Mahayana.

Ye Xuanfeng has confessed to them that the Ling clan has obtained a low-grade immortal artifact called the Qiankun Bottle that possesses the law of time, so that they can cultivate seven Mahayana masters, as well as alchemy masters and Xuantian treasures within ten thousand years.

The Ye family originally wanted to hide it, but the top leaders of the Stone Cocoon Clan were not stupid. After repeated questioning, Ye Xuanfeng had no choice but to confess that the Yao Clan had united many major forces, and if the Stone Cocoon Clan did not help, the Ye family would not be able to deal with it at all.

This matter can't be kept secret for long. If the Ye family doesn't tell, the Yao Clan or the Xin Clan may not keep it a secret, especially the Xin Clan. Only a few members of the Xin Clan have escaped, so the news will definitely spread.

"The Qiankun Bottle is too tricky. If we really get the Qiankun Bottle, other big clans won't let us go. It would be good to get some Jade Dew of Good Fortune."

Shi Pan said in a deep voice.

According to Ye Xuanfeng, the jade dew of good fortune can accelerate the ripening of elixirs and can also be used to cultivate Xuantian treasures. Xuantian objects absorb a large amount of jade dew of good fortune and can become treasures of Xuantian.

The power of the Qiankun Bottle is so incredible that even if the Stone Cocoon Clan gets the Qiankun Bottle, other forces will be jealous.

Whoever gets the Qiankun Bottle will be able to cultivate a few more Xuantian treasures, as well as old spiritual trees, elixirs and eighth-level spiritual beasts.

Fortunately, it was discovered early. If there are late-stage Mahayana monks in the Lin clan, and there are a few more Xuantian treasures, the Yao clan's Mahayana will not be a match.

"That can't be said. As long as the information is not leaked, there will be no problem. However, with so many forces watching, it will not be easy to get the Qiankun Bottle."

Yunyan analyzed.

Shi Pan was about to say something when he looked up into the sky and said, "They are coming."

A white light appeared in the distant sky. Not long after, the white light stopped over the manor. It was a huge white ship hundreds of feet long, with the word "Beihan" written on the sail.

Six people, Wang Qingshan, Ye Xuanfeng, Qianjin Zhenjun, Chen Yueying, Xuan Qingzi and Tianhe Sword Master, stood on the deck, their expressions solemn.

The Beihan is a new inter-spiritual treasure ship refined by the Ye family. It is much stronger than the Xuanqing. Tianhe Sword Master was traveling in Qianling Continent and met the Beihan. He learned the whole story and boarded the ship to join the battle.

Ye Xuanfeng told Wang Qingshan and the other five that the Ling Clan had obtained a low-grade immortal artifact, the Qiankun Bottle, but it was snatched away by the Yao Clan. This matter could not be kept secret.

When the Beihan passed through Qinglin Valley, a group of human monks including Wang Chuanming, Wang Zongyun, Wang Jiye, Wang Mengshan, Tianxue Grandma, Liu Yao and others boarded the ship to join the battle.

Wang Chuanming and Murong Yushuang are both in the late stage of fusion, and Wang Mengshan, Tian Xue, and Liu Yao are all in the middle stage of fusion. If he hadn't obtained the Tan Yuan Fruit from the fragments in the fairy world, Wang Chuanming would not have been able to catch up, so chance is very important.

War is indeed dangerous, but it is also an opportunity. It depends on whether you can seize it.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are finally here."

Shi Pan said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, are you ready?"

Ye Xuanfeng asked.

"It's ready, eight Mahayana, three hundred combined, ten thousand refining the void."

Shi Pan's tone was strong and powerful, and his face was full of pride.

There are currently thirteen Mahayana members in the Stone Cocoon Clan, but they claim to the outside world that there are only eleven.

The Stone Cocoon Clan dispatched four Mahayana people, four Mahayana people from the subordinate races, as well as 300 fusions and 10,000 Void Refiners, most of whom were from the subordinate races. This was the heritage of the great clan.

To put it bluntly, even if their entire army is annihilated, the Stone Cocoon Clan can still pull out more masters. Unless the Stone Cocoon Clan is crippled all at once, the Stone Cocoon Clan will be able to recover their strength given a certain amount of time.

"That's good. Gather them and let's set off as soon as possible! Delaying it for too long will be beneficial to the Medicine Clan."

Ye Xuanfeng urged.

Shi Pan nodded, took out a magic plate with yellow light, entered a magic formula, and ordered: "Shi Yin, inform fellow Taoist Tong and the others to gather in the square at the entrance of Xuanyang Hall and hurry up."

"Yes, Elder Shi."

A respectful male voice came from the yellow dharma plate.

Ye Xuanfeng and the others flew away from the Beihan, landed in the manor, and started chatting.

"Fellow Daoist Wang's spiritual consciousness has been cultivated very well, and he has almost caught up with me."

Yun Yan's eyes fell on Wang Qingshan and said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the Mahayana monks present were a little surprised and looked at Wang Qingshan.

"Mrs. Yun is so complimentary. My spiritual consciousness is indeed better than that of early Mahayana monks, but it is still far behind compared to Mrs. Yun."

Wang Qingshan said modestly, he was secretly surprised that Yun Yan could actually see the strength of his consciousness.

Yun Yan smiled and said nothing. She was a spirit person, but a very useless kind. She was gifted with magical powers and could sense the strength of other creatures' spiritual consciousness.

In less than half an hour, they left the manor and came to a vast bluestone square. There was a golden palace more than ten feet high in the square. The word "Xuan Yang" was written on the square. More than ten thousand monks were lined up neatly. Stand still.

Shi Pan shook his sleeves, and a ray of yellow light flew out. It was a dragon boat with flashing yellow light. The word "Stone Cocoon" was written on the sail. There was a 108-story yellow attic on top of the yellow dragon boat, which could accommodate 50,000 people. The monks are not a problem.

The Stone Cocoon is a cross-border treasure ship, a more advanced world-breaking treasure than the world-breaking disk.

After Wang Qingshan and others boarded the ship, he pinched the Yunyan Magic Technique, and the Stone Cocoon lit up with a dazzling yellow light. The dragon head spurted out a thick yellow light, hitting a certain void, and the void shook and twisted, revealing a huge The black hole, the yellow dragon boat's aura surged, and it flew into the black hole, and the black hole healed.

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Canghai, Canghai Island.

Liu Hongxue and Bai Yuqi stood on the top of a peak, looking at the thunderclouds in the distance with solemn expressions.

Wang Yingjie is entering the Mahayana stage and has overcome the inner demons.

The rumble of thunder sounded, and thick silver lightning fell down.

More than a quarter of an hour later, the thunderclouds rolled violently, and arcs of seven different colors emerged.

"Seven Color Divine Thunder!"

Liu Hongxue and Bai Yuqi breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Wang Yingjie stood inside a silver light curtain, his face was pale, and he was holding a silver array disk in his hand. There were several small cracks on the surface of the array disk.

There was a rumble of thunder, and a thick seven-color lightning struck down, heading straight for Wang Yingjie.