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Chapter 1566
A light blue glow floated out, misty with water vapor.

There is a piece of light blue ore in the Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron, and dots of blue light emerge from the void, turning into strands of water aura, which gather towards the Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron.

"As expected, it worked."

Wang Changsheng said to himself, his eyes filled with joy.

The blue ore is Sea Soul Jade. More than ten years ago, Wang Yingjie came back from northern Xinjiang and got a piece of dirty Sea Soul Jade. Wang Changsheng kept it in Qinglian Fortune Cauldron for purification.

Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron needs to absorb enough aura if it wants to purify the refining materials. After absorbing enough aura, the cyan lotus pattern on the tripod will brighten. This process is relatively slow.

Sea Soul Jade is the ultimate water-attribute refining material. If the Golden Gang Glazed Jade can be purified, and the Wannian Xuanyu is added, Wang Changsheng can try to refine Lingbao.

He got the experience of refining weapons from high-ranking monks in the spirit world, and was trapped in the sea of ​​​​burial immortals for 40 years. He has been refining weapons, and his level of refining weapons has improved a lot.

With the materials, he can refine Lingbao.

He put away the sea soul jade, put the golden gang glazed jade into the Qinglian cauldron, and pressed his hands on the Qinglian cauldron to inject mana.

Soon, the cyan lotus pattern on the surface of the Qinglian Fortune Cauldron gradually brightened. After half a quarter of an hour, the cyan lotus bloomed with a dazzling cyan light, and Wang Changsheng's face turned pale.

The more polluted the material purified by Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron, the more spirit energy it needs.

Wang Changsheng put the top cover on and put away the Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron. With enough aura to support it, the Qinglian Good Fortune Cauldron will slowly purify the refining materials.

"Husband, do you think it was Lei Yiming from Nine Nether Sect who rescued Situ Mei?"

Wang Ruyan asked curiously, more than a hundred years ago, Lei Yiming was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and it is not surprising that he is now in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

"He has this motive for committing the crime, but I feel that he doesn't have the strength. Most of the people who rescued Situ Mei knew where Situ Mei was hiding, or encountered him on the way. Lei Yiming came all the way to the Central Plains. It is impossible. It happened that Situ Mei was hunted down."

Wang Changsheng shook his head and said, when the Hundred Immortals Conference is over, they will go to Donghuang, meet the head of Taiyi Immortal Sect, and then return to South China Sea, practice with peace of mind, and retreat to attack the late stage of Nascent Soul.

"That's right. Situ Mei has become a public enemy of the Dongli Realm. I don't think there is any place for her in the Dongli Realm. The person who rescued Situ Mei must not be a good guy. Maybe it was the Heavenly Demon Sect of the Great Qin Dynasty."

Wang Changsheng didn't take it seriously, and said: "Don't care about her, Situ Mei was seriously injured, and it would take a hundred years to recover. She has no hope. If she attacked Sun Moon Palace before she died, it would be fine."

Situ Mei turned into Zhang Wuchen, and Wang Changsheng had been in contact with Zhang Wuchen for a while, so he knew her character.

Based on his understanding of Situ Mei, if Situ Mei didn't live long enough, he would definitely take revenge on the Sun Moon Palace before his death. This is what Wang Changsheng most wanted to see.

They promised the Great Elder Nan Gongmiao to rebuild Zhenhaizong. If they couldn't do it, they would lose their mood. There are a lot of treasures left in the Zhenhaizong site, and they have benefited a lot.

"It's hard to say, the world is impermanent, regardless of whether Situ Mei is dead or not, let's go back to Qinglian Island to practice after seeing Zhang Zhanfeng! Go all out to attack the late Nascent Soul."

Wang Ruyan said seriously, with a firm expression.

During this trip, seeing the miserable conditions of mortals, she couldn't help but think of herself and her family. If they didn't work hard to cultivate, when the catastrophe came, their fate might not be much better than mortals.

Wang Changsheng nodded and said nothing more.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the futon, their hands were leaning together, their body surfaces lit up with blue light almost at the same time, and blue lights suddenly appeared in the room, turning into strands of pure water aura.

Three days passed quickly.

On this day, a sound transmission talisman flew in and landed in front of Wang Changsheng.

The blue light on the surfaces of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan dissipated, Wang Changsheng crushed the sound transmission talisman, and Wang Tianwen's excited voice suddenly sounded: "Uncle Zeng, the senior Huashen of the Dayan Dynasty will give a lecture for seven days, come out soon, don't miss this one Chance."

"The cultivator who transformed the gods preached?"

Both Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were a little surprised. They understood the imminent catastrophe.

Now that they know that the catastrophe is coming, the cultivators who transform the gods of the human race will definitely train more masters. The Dayan Dynasty held the Hundred Immortals Conference, which attracted a large number of monks to participate. A cultivator who transforms himself will do the same.

The cultivators who transformed themselves into gods preached the sermons, but they couldn't be met. They didn't dare to neglect and left the residence immediately.

Walking out of the blue attic, they immediately saw Wang Tianwen who looked excited.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and every monk was in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere.

"Tianwen, lead the way! It's rare to have a cultivator preaching."

Wang Changsheng ordered, looking excited.

Wang Tianwen responded and led the way, followed by Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

Half a quarter of an hour later, they came to the top of the mountain, a bluestone square covering an area of ​​[-] mu. In the center of the square was a round stone platform more than ten feet in size. An old man in a white robe sat cross-legged on the round stone platform. , the old man has a goatee, is full of energy, and has no mana fluctuations on his body.

The ground is paved with some kind of cyan stone slab, each stone slab is engraved with a large number of mysterious runes, faintly visible.

Daoist Haoyu and other Nascent Soul cultivators sat at the front, and the higher the cultivation base, the higher the position.

"Wang Daoyou, Mrs. Wang, there are vacancies here, reserved just for you."

Zhou Ningshuang sent a voice transmission to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, and they immediately walked towards Zhou Ningshuang.

They bowed to the white-robed old man before sitting down on the futon.

Wang Tianwen sat in the center, looking excited.

Cultivators arrived one after another, ranging from Nascent Soul to Qi Refining.

Half a day later, the Qingshi Square was full of monks, and there were tens of thousands of immortals.

"Clang clang clang!"

A melodious bell rang, and all the monks straightened their faces and looked at the white-robed old man.

"Old man Zhou Xingguo, just in time for the Hundred Immortals Conference, I want to tell you about the experience of cultivating Taoism for thousands of years. I hope you can do your part for Dongli Realm in the future."

The old man in white robe gave a brief introduction and began to preach: "This old man was born in the royal family, and started to practice under the guidance of the elders..."

Zhou Xingguo talked about his own experience, interspersed with some cultivation experience.

All the monks held their breath and listened very carefully, for fear of missing a single word.

The cultivator of Huashen preached, not to mention the cultivator of Qi refining, even the monk of Nascent Soul might not be able to listen to the preaching of the cultivator of Huashen.

If it hadn't been for traveling to the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan wouldn't have had the chance to listen to the preaching of the cultivator of Huashen. This is a chance.

(End of this chapter)