Rise of Qinglian

On a vast plain, the shouts of killing are rising into the sky, the roar is constant, various magic lights are lighting up on the ground and in the void, tens of thousands of monsters are fighting with the cultivators, the ground is full of pits, and there are many monsters and cultivators scattered around. The corpse of the deceased, as well as some of the monster beasts that were still alive, let out a painful cry, and the ground was dyed blood red.

Thousands of immortal cultivators gathered together in twos and threes, relying on formations to resist the attacks of monsters. Dozens of colorful light curtains appeared on the grassland.

In a light cyan light curtain more than a hundred feet long, Wang Meng Yang and a dozen foundation-building monks gathered together and used formations to attack the invading monsters.

Wang Meng Yang originally belonged to the Intelligence Hall. He was not good at fighting but good at communication. He was ordered to break into the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. Now he has become the shopkeeper. Who knows that the demon clan is coming. He retreats with the high-level monks from the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. The demon clan Follow closely.

He looked towards the sky and could see colorful auras exploding in the sky. Nine pill-forming monks were fighting with the half-demon in the pill-forming stage. At present, the human race's pill-forming monks were at a disadvantage. There was no way. The demon has a third-level demon beast to help him, and it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.

Wang Meng Yang and others were separated by tens of thousands of monsters. If nothing happens, they will all die here.

There was a deafening roar, and a scorching red sun of fifty or sixty feet appeared in the sky. A charred corpse fell from the sky. The corpse was covered with a torn blue robe, and there were five clearly visible tattoos on the chest. The bloody hole seemed to have been scratched by a demonic bird.

"Elder Sun!"

Wang Meng Yang vaguely recognized the identity of the deceased. Elder Sun was an elder of the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance who was in the core formation stage. He had the cultivation of the seventh level of core formation, and he was no match for the half-demon.

Several shrill screams rang out one after another, and several corpses fell from high altitudes. Except for two monster beast corpses, the others were the corpses of immortal cultivators.

"No, run away."

I don't know who took the lead. Thousands of low-level monks gradually removed their formations and dispersed to break out. Some people escaped by hiding, some flew with weapons, and some used spiritual birds to escape.

Ho ho ho!

Tens of thousands of monsters cast spells and attacks at the same time. Red fireballs, golden balls of light, silver thunder and other spells lit up, mixed with a burst of shrill screams. The little monk died in this round of attacks.

Wang Meng Yang sacrificed a huge pangolin puppet beast and got into the body of the pangolin puppet beast. The pangolin puppet beast turned around and drilled into the ground.

Before the pangolin puppet beast could run far, two huge yellow centipedes blocked its path.

Wang Meng Yang was shocked and quickly drove the pangolin puppet beast towards the ground, trying to escape among the low-level monsters.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."

A middle-aged man with a pair of cyan wings said coldly, his eyes full of killing.

Tens of thousands of monsters rushed towards other immortal cultivators like a tide.

Wang Meng Yang was hiding in the body of the pangolin puppet beast. The low-level monsters around him could not distinguish the real thing from the fake one and did not attack him.

Waves of shrill screams rang out, and one cultivator after another died tragically under the intensive attack of the monster beasts, and the roar continued.

At this moment, a large piece of colorful petals fell from the sky, and strong winds rose. These petals were like a tide, attacking the half-demon in the core-forming stage.

Wherever the petals passed, it was like a sharp weapon passing through the void, and there was a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

The middle-aged man frowned when he saw the dense petals coming, and flapped the green wings on his back. The strong wind blew up, and a green hurricane more than ten feet high flashed out and rushed forward at a very fast speed.

Boom!

A series of roars sounded, the colorful petals shattered the cyan hurricane, and circles of air waves visible to the naked eye spread.

The middle-aged man's head lit up with a little spiritual light, and several spiritual flowers measuring several feet in size suddenly appeared. The closed buds of the spiritual flowers suddenly opened, revealing a bloody mouth. A row of sharp teeth and several bloody mouths could be seen. He bit the middle-aged man hard.

"Spiritual magic!"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he flapped the green wings on his back fiercely, turning into a green tornado dozens of feet high, sweeping towards the distance. Several giant spiritual flowers were swept into the green tornado, Crushed to pieces.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and colorful sword lights flashed across the sky, instantly appearing in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man couldn't avoid it, and a green light curtain lit up on his body. At the same time, he held out a green shield in front of him.

A series of roars sounded, the blue shield was shattered by the colorful sword light, and the middle-aged man turned into a blue tornado and flew towards the distance.

At this moment, a burst of golden light lit up in the sky above the blue tornado, turning into a golden spirit flower several feet in size. The golden spirit flower spun around and released a golden glow, covering the blue tornado. The green tornado suddenly stopped. down.

The strong wind blew, and countless petals flew in, turning into a colorful giant blade halfway, and struck the middle-aged man fiercely.

A chi chi sound broke through the air, and two huge cyan giant eagles released a large cyan wind blade to meet the five-color giant blade.

There was a loud noise, and the five-color giant blade was smashed into pieces by the dense green wind blades.

A large aura lit up in the void, turning into several huge piranha flowers, opening their mouths to bite the two giant cyan eagles.

At the same time, a huge green sword dragon shot out and pounced on the middle-aged man with a devastating force.

The middle-aged man was startled when he felt the astonishing aura emanating from the blue sword dragon. His right hand turned into an eagle's claw and he grabbed the void in front of him. A green eagle claw several feet long suddenly appeared in front of the blue sword dragon. Above his head, he suddenly grabbed the cyan sword dragon, which struggled endlessly.

Dots of red light lit up in the void in front of him, turning into a red spirit flower several feet in size. The red spirit flower spun around, and a large piece of red petals flew out, hitting the middle-aged man, and burst into flames one after another. drowned the middle-aged man.

The green sword dragon's light surged, the green eagle's claws shattered, and the green sword dragon rushed into the sea of ​​fire with its teeth and claws.

The middle-aged man flew out backwards, crossing his hands in front of him, and his hands were bleeding.

Boom!

A deafening roar sounded, and the middle-aged man was hit by the green sword dragon on a low slope. Countless green sword energy slashed at his body crazily.

Wang Meng Yang could clearly see that the body of the blue sword dragon was shattered into pieces, leaving behind a green flying sword that pinned the middle-aged man to the slope. The middle-aged man's eyes were dull and his breath was gone. , died just like that.

This half-demon with the eighth level of Danjie faced the siege of more than a dozen Danjie monks and died.

"Look, they are from Taiyi Immortal Sect and Wanhua Palace."

Someone yelled.

Wang Meng Yang looked toward the horizon and saw a green sword light passing across the sky. A man in green shirt with sharp eyebrows and sword eyebrows stood on the green sword light with his hands behind his back.

Next to the man in blue shirt, a girl in blue shirt stood on a blue spiritual flower. Behind them, there were more than a dozen alchemy monks.

The people who came were none other than Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier. They had twenty pill-forming monks.

The situation suddenly changed, and the half-demon in the pill-forming stage fled one after another. Wang Qingshan and others naturally would not let these half-demon go. Their hands were covered with the blood of human monks.

With a pinch of his sword technique, the green glass sword's light surged and turned into a long blue rainbow, heading straight for a half-demon.

Liu Meier and others were not idle either, performing spiritual arts or manipulating magic weapons. Their number was more than twice that of the half-demon in the pill formation stage, and they were good at cooperating. Once the leader of the half-demon died, these half-demon groups were leaderless and had no one to command them. , fighting each other, fell into a pool of blood one after another.

The morale of the human monks soared, and they used their magical weapons to attack the monsters.

Wang Qingshan and others helped and killed most of the low-level monsters. A small number of monsters escaped and they did not continue to pursue them.

"Wang Daoyou's swordsmanship is so sharp! It's really an eye-opener for my little sister."

Liu Meier giggled, her towering chest rising and falling, making people think.