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Chapter 1309 The Realm Huanglong Falls
On the top of the mountain, a tall young man in green shirt stood among the ruins. His gaze was firm and his face was full of murderous looks. A gust of wind blew by, and his hair fluttered in the wind.

Wang Qingshan is like a majestic mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling.

Judging by his aura, he has suddenly entered the Nascent Soul stage.

The Wang family has another Nascent Soul stage monk—Qinglian Jianzun. When he was young, many sects fought. The Wang family was involved in the war, and the family was attacked. Wang Qingshan witnessed many clan members die at the hands of the enemy. , From then on, he vowed to learn the strongest skills to protect his people.

In the Eastern Wilderness battle between the monsters and the monsters, Wang Changhao died at the hands of monsters in order to protect Wang Qingshan.

The three strongholds of the family were attacked, and Wang Qingshan was not strong enough, so he could only try his best to practice diligently.

These were his demons when he was conceived, and he swore to kill all who came his way.

Today, a powerful enemy invaded again. In order to stop the enemy, many members of the tribe were injured. Wang Xiansheng revealed that the purpose of blocking the enemy was to buy time for Wang Qingshan to conceive a baby.

Wang Qingshan has conceived a baby, this time, he will never leave any regrets, he must kill the powerful enemy and sacrifice the heroic souls of the dead clansmen.

"The seventh brother has given birth to a baby."

Wang Qingqi clenched his hands tightly and his expression became very excited.

"Lingbao!"

Master Huanglong's eyes were wide open, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

When he was still in the alchemy stage, he accidentally discovered an ancient monk's cave, and was lucky enough to get a Huanglongxie, a spiritual treasure, and a large amount of resources for cultivating immortals. Zong Lipai became famous for a while.

Wang Qingshan actually has a flying sword Lingbao, which is beyond the expectation of Master Huanglong.

Master Huang Long's thought moved, Huang Longxi flew backwards and smashed towards Ye Haitang, he turned into a ray of yellow light and flew towards the outside of the island.

Wang Qingshan has a spirit treasure in his hand, so he dare not fight.

At the same time, the black and yellow mirror in his hand spewed out streams of yellow mist, hitting Wang Qingqi and the others.

Wang Qingqi and others hurriedly avoided, but they didn't dare to take it hard.

With a thought in Wang Qingshan's mind, the Qinglian sword turned into a cyan rainbow and cut towards Huang Longxi. Huang Longxi instantly flew backwards, taking advantage of the momentum and flying towards the real Huanglong.

"Kill my people and still want to leave? Save your life."

Wang Qingshan shouted loudly, and an astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body.

Huanglong's escape direction passed Jianfeng, where heavy restrictions were placed, and a large number of flying swords were placed, many of which were magic weapon level flying swords.

There was a sound of swords resounding through the sky, thousands of flying swords broke through the restriction of the sword peak, turned into a torrent, and went straight to Master Huanglong.

The flying swords on the monks of the Wang family lost control one after another and flew towards the sky.

For a moment, colorful flying swords fluttered in the sky, and the sword lights criss-crossed.

Master Huanglong frowned, the mysterious yellow mirror in his hand burst into a dazzling yellow light, a large cloud of yellow mist gushed out, and struck towards the flying sword.

When Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, all the flying swords stopped immediately and turned into a huge seven-color lotus flower. The seven-color lotus flower spun around in the sky, the sound of breaking through the air was loud, and the incomparably sharp seven-color sword energy flew over He went out and hit real Huanglong.

"I can't tell, Qinglian Island is very lively today! Even our Zhang family's in-laws dare to kill us, don't they take our couple seriously? Let's sleep forever on Qinglian Island!"

A gentle man's voice came from the sky. For some reason, upon hearing the man's voice, Master Huang Long, Jin Yu, Mrs. King Die and Liu Haodong felt drowsy and their minds were in a trance.

"No, it's Zhang Wuchen's Taoist Companion Baihuan Daoist, illusion, this is illusion!"

Daoist Huanglong's cultivation base is relatively high, and he quickly regained his sobriety.

Lin Yuzong, Zhang Wuchen's Taoist companion, is good at illusion. He has a rare treasure in his hand, which can make other monks fall into illusion easily with his skills. Master Huanglong is fortunate to have seen it with his own eyes.

Jin Yu's mind was in a trance, a gust of wind blew by, Zhao Mei'er had already arrived in front of her, the nails on her hands became extremely sharp, directly pierced through Jin Yu's defense, grabbed her heart, pulled it out, a large golden flame It rolled over and covered Zhao Meier's body, and Zhao Meier let out a scream.

With a flash of golden light, a miniature Nascent Soul flew out, and a long pink tongue flew out, covering the miniature Nascent Soul and retracting into the golden sea of ​​flames.

The golden flame flickered and went out, revealing Zhao Meier's figure.

"Idiot, I really thought I was afraid of your fire-attribute magic weapon!"

Zhao Meier smiled contemptuously.

At the same time, there was a void above the real Huanglong's head, and a large white hand with a size of more than twenty feet emerged out of thin air, and the surface of the large white hand was wrapped by a large white arc.

The yellow light on Huang Long's body surface was shining brightly, a huge yellow flood dragon suddenly emerged, hovering around his body, and a deep yellow light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering his whole body.

The big white hand patted it down, and it exploded immediately, a large white thunder light drowned the figure of Master Huanglong.

A purple beam of light descended from the sky, submerged in the white thunder light instantly, covering the white thunder light.

There is a small purple mirror on the top of Fairy Ziyue's head, which is the spiritual art Ziyue Xuanguang.

In order to kill real Huanglong, she couldn't care less about it.

Zhang Wuchen was stunned when he saw the purple mirror on Ziyue Fairy's head, then he was overjoyed, she recognized the origin of this spiritual art.

She can now be sure that Wang Changsheng must be a descendant of Zhenhaizong.

The seven-color lotus turned into a seven-color giant sword hundreds of feet long, which was instantly submerged in the white thunder, and there was a shrill scream.

Fairy Ziyue was overjoyed immediately, and was about to inflict another heavy blow on the opponent, when the void above her head fluctuated, a big yellow hand more than ten feet in size appeared out of thin air, and she quickly snapped it.

"puff!"

Fairy Ziyue fell towards the ground quickly like a meteorite, and opened her mouth to spurt out a big mouthful of blood.

Zhang Wuchen flipped his hand, a pale white net bag appeared in his hand, the surface of the net bag was covered with white arcs, white light flashed, and the net bag disappeared.

A white light suddenly lit up above the white sea of ​​thunder, and the white net appeared and quickly covered it.

A scream.

Daoist Huanglong was covered by the white net bag, and the black and yellow mirror in his hand sprayed out a yellow mist again, the white net bag petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye, Daoist Huanglong tore it vigorously, and the white net bag was instantly torn apart.

There was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and a ray of blue light came, before Master Huang Long could react, the blue light pierced through his wrist, and a blood hole appeared in his wrist, with a flick of the wrist, the Xuanhuang mirror was thrown out.

With a thought in his mind, Xuan Huang Jing flew back towards him.

At this moment, a cyan sword dragon with a length of more than one hundred feet rushed over.

The Xuanhuang mirror spewed out a yellow mist again, and the cyan sword dragon petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Using Xuanhuangjing's supernatural powers one after another, Master Huanglong's face turned pale.

Before he had time to catch his breath, Zhang Wuchen and Lin Yuzong rushed over, and he quickly manipulated Huang Longxi to smash at them.

A cyan long rainbow descended from the sky, and before it fell, it emitted an astonishing wave of spiritual energy, making a loud sound through the air.

Daoist Huang Long wanted to avoid it, when a terrific devil cry sounded, and at the same time, Lin Yuzong's words sounded in his ears: "Friend Huang, you are tired, take a good rest!"

The ghost cultivator and the illusion work together, Master Huanglong's reaction froze immediately, the cyan rainbow struck Master Huanglong, splitting him in half, even the Nascent Soul couldn't escape.

A blue light flashed, revealing the Qinglian sword.

(End of this chapter)