Rise of Qinglian

Spring goes and autumn comes, and a year passes quickly. Taiyi Immortal Sect, the secret room No. D in Haotian Palace.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and his body surface was covered with a dazzling blue light.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

He has been practicing in the secret room for a year, adjusting his condition to the best, and he can try to reach the core formation stage.

With a flick of his finger, a blue light flew out and hit the groove on the stone wall.

With a "click", the top of the stone chamber was divided into two, and the sunlight shone in.

A ray of golden light flew from a distance, expanded dozens of times, and bloomed into a dazzling golden light.

A large number of exquisite patterns are engraved on the edge of the giant golden mirror, vaguely forming a sun pattern.

A ripple suddenly appeared in the sky above Haotian Palace, and countless golden light spots emerged out of thin air, like golden raindrops, slowly falling towards the stone chamber where Wang Changsheng was.

Wang Changsheng took a deep breath, pinched the spell, and a blue light suddenly emitted from his body.

The golden light spots seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and they rushed towards Wang Changsheng's body.

A large number of golden light spots fell on Wang Changsheng's body. Wang Changsheng felt as if his body was on fire. His skin turned red, his face flushed, and his veins were exposed.

Time passed little by little, and Wang Changsheng showed a look of pain on his face, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were a little bloodshot.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the Haotian Mirror's light suddenly rose sharply, and the golden light rushed towards the Haotian Mirror.

There was a flash of golden light, and an extremely thick golden beam flew out from the Haotian Mirror, covering Wang Changsheng's body in a flash.

Wang Changsheng felt like he had fallen into the red magma, his skin was a deep red, and he felt like his whole body was on fire.

The skin on his arms was about to burst, and a huge energy seemed to burst his body, rushing around in his body.

His body slowly expanded, like a huge rubber ball.

As soon as his method changed, a dazzling blue light appeared on the surface of his body. He no longer hesitated, took out the Qianyuan Spirit Talisman and patted it on his body.

With a flash of silver light, the Qianyuan Soul Talisman exploded, and countless silver runes rushed out, covering his whole body, and his swollen belly slowly shrank.

Wang Changsheng's face was distorted. He felt that he was full, and then he was punched in the stomach. He wanted to vomit but did not dare to vomit. He could only grit his teeth and use the sixth level of the "Kui Shui Sutra" to practice. .

Ten breaths later, Wang Changsheng closed his eyes, his face turned pale, and his whole body was wrapped in a large silver rune, like a silver statue.

In his Dantian, a large area of ​​blue aura was intertwined with a large area of ​​golden aura. At first, the amount of golden aura was larger, but as time went by, the amount of blue aura became more and more, and the amount of golden aura became more and more. Wrapped up, the two slowly merged together.

Wang Changsheng's mind was watching the two kinds of spiritual energy intertwined in his dantian, and with a hint of excitement in his heart, he urged the blue spiritual energy to slowly rotate.

At the beginning, the speed of the blue aura was not very fast, but as time passed, the rotation speed of the blue aura became faster and faster, and the blue and gold auras alternated.

After a cup of tea, a whirlpool of blue and gold appeared in Wang Changsheng's dantian.

The two-color vortex rotated faster and faster, and its volume slowly shrank. The two-color vortex slowly turned into a blue ball the size of a fist, with a faint golden light visible.

Wang Changsheng's expression was ferocious. The silver runes on his arms and face had disappeared. His veins were exposed and his face turned red.

If it weren't for the Qianyuan Spirit Talisman, his body would have exploded long ago, and now it was the critical moment to form the elixir.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and showed a hint of madness in his eyes.

His body surface suddenly glowed with blue light, the rotation speed of the blue ball in his dantian more than doubled, and the size of the blue ball shrank rapidly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the golden beam of light covering Wang Changsheng shrank to the thickness of an adult's arm, and was still shrinking in size.

Wang Changsheng was sweating profusely. He was constantly paying attention to the condition of his dantian and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

After another quarter of an hour, all the golden light pillars covering him disappeared, and a light blue ball the size of an egg was suspended in Wang Changsheng's Dantian.

Wang Changsheng's whole body exuded a powerful spiritual pressure. At this moment, a huge thunder sounded, and a huge dark cloud appeared out of thin air over the Haotian Palace.

"Boom!"

A huge thunder sounded, and several thick silver lightnings flew out from the dark clouds and headed straight for Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng's face showed a solemn look. There was no one to protect him, so he could only resist the thunder calamity on his own.

Silver lightning struck Wang Changsheng's body in a flash. Wang Changsheng felt his body numb and his clothes were in tatters.

This was still the beginning. Along with a deafening roar, thick silver lightning flew out from the giant dark clouds and struck Wang Changsheng one after another. A large dazzling silver lightning flooded his body.

Outside the Haotian Palace, Xu Zihua and the green-robed Taoist priest stood together, looking at the huge dark clouds over the Haotian Palace.

Wang Mingren stood behind them, his eyes full of worry. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, Master Chen, can you help a bunch of immortals?"

Immortal cultivators need to survive the thunder tribulation to reach the core-formation stage. If someone helps to resist the thunder tribulation, the chance of advancing to the core-formation stage is still relatively high. If no one helps, the chance of death is relatively high.

"If he were a disciple of our sect, I might help him, but it's a pity that he is not a disciple of our sect. If my master's magic weapon is damaged because of him, who will come up with the spiritual stone to repair it? The next step is up to him, Thunder Tribulation This level is the most difficult one for forming pills. The reason why a cultivating family cannot produce a pill forming monk is because of resources, skills, and thunder tribulation. The journey of cultivating immortals is to act against the will of heaven. Life and death are determined by fate. , whether he can succeed or not depends on his luck. Don't worry, your clan nephew has strong energy and blood. If my teacher guessed correctly, he should be a physical practitioner, and the chance of surviving this calamity is still very high. of."

Xu Zihua said indifferently that he had helped as much as he could. He was not one of Wang Changsheng's people and helped him with everything.

Wang Mingren sighed and nodded helplessly.

At this time, he hoped that Wang Changsheng could successfully advance to the Dan Formation stage and help him in the future! As for Xu Zihua, he was unsure. After all, Xu Zihua was an outsider and was far less reliable than Wang Changsheng, who was from the same clan.

After a cup of tea, the dark clouds shrank to more than ten feet in size.

The dark clouds rolled and turned into a silver thunder python with a thick waist. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced on Wang Changsheng below.

When Wang Mingren saw this scene, his heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar sounded, and a dazzling silver light lit up.

In the stone room, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the stone bed. The stone wall and the ground were covered by a thick layer of golden light, which was obviously a restriction.

Wang Changsheng's clothes were in tatters, his body was charred black, his breath was weak, and there were faint traces of blood on his body.

He took a long breath, and his pale face showed a deep joy.

"Finally the elixir is formed, my ancestors bless me."

When the Tiangang Qi and the Earthly Evil Qi combined, although it was painful, with the protection of the Qianyuan Spirit Talisman, he could grit his teeth and push through. However, the thunder disaster almost killed him.

If he hadn't been a physical cultivator, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive this level. No wonder it was extremely difficult for casual cultivators to form elixirs. There were not many cultivating families with elixir-forming cultivators. Most of them probably died under the thunder tribulation.

He glanced at the golden light on the stone wall, with a sarcastic look on his lips.

Taiyi Immortal Sect is indeed unreliable, and has to rely on itself at critical moments.

He was not surprised that people from the Taiyi Immortal Sect would not help him overcome his calamity unless they were relatives.

Starting today, the Wang family has entered a new stage. Now there are two problems before Wang Changsheng, one is the huge debt of 300,000 yuan, and the other is the magic weapon.

As a pill-forming monk, it seems unreasonable to have no magic weapon of his own.

The magic weapon is the face of the Danjie monk. When he thinks of the huge debt of 300,000 yuan, he has a headache.