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Chapter 1690 30 years

Time flies, 30 years passed quickly.

On the outskirts of the Immortal Burying Sea, hundreds of monks were fighting at high altitude, with constant roars, and various auras burst out in the high altitude.

Wang Qingshan's expression was indifferent, the nine green glass swords were flying around him erratically, the shadows of the swords were like light.

Wang Qingshan has cultivated in Wanjianmen for 30 years. He used Qinglian Yehuo to nourish the Qingli sword, and the Qingli sword returned to normal. Donglijie mobilized a large number of masters to deal with the monks of Tianlanzong, and Wang Qingshan was transferred to the front line.

In the past, Tianlanzong would mobilize three monks in the late Yuanying stage to deal with Wang Qingshan, but the spirit of the immortal sea broke out, Tianlanzong's retreat was cut off, and without reinforcements, Dongli Realm frequently provoked wars. The number of high-ranking monks in Tianlan Sect is constantly decreasing.

In the most intense battle, a cultivator of Tianlan Sect was killed, and the body of a cultivator was destroyed. Not long after, a royal family of the Dayan Dynasty in the Central Plains was wiped out, and several medium-sized sects were wiped out. Also, this is the Tianlan Sect warning the cultivators in Dongli Realm.

If the Dongli Realm wants to wipe out the God Transformation monks in the Tianlan Realm, it is estimated that they will have to mobilize the God Transformation monks in the entire interface, but this is not realistic. The God Transformation monks have disciples and descendants. The cultivators were all exterminated, and the cultivators in the Tianlan Realm exclusively killed their disciples and descendants.

In this way, Donglijie temporarily retreated to the next best thing, and mobilized monks Yuanying and Danjie to fight with the monks of Tianlanzong, forcing the monks of Tianlanzong to bow their heads. The monsters rushed into the Sea of ​​Burying Immortals and killed the monks of the Tianlan Sect who were trapped in the Sea of ​​Burying Immortals, but they did not achieve much results for the time being. The Sea of ​​Burying Immortals is a natural magnetic field, and monsters with too weak bodies cannot enter the Burial Immortals Sea. In the depths of the Immortal Sea Territory.

Opposite Wang Qingshan is Yanzong.

Yan Zong held a long golden stick, shook it suddenly, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and the shadow of the heavy stick came out, smashing towards Wang Qingshan with the force of Mount Tai.

When Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, the nine blue glass swords burst into dazzling blue light, densely packed blue flying swords emerged out of thin air, there were as many as a thousand, and faced the shadows of heavy sticks.

Rumble!
A huge explosion sounded, and the heavy stick figure was smashed by the dense cyan flying swords, and countless powerful air waves burst out, shaking and distorting the void.

The shadows of swords all over the sky blurred, merged into one, and turned into a blue lotus flower with a size of one hundred feet, and flew towards Yanzong with a slight turn.

The cyan lotus was spinning rapidly, and there was a piercing sound that pierced the eardrums, generating a strong airflow, which turned into a cyan tornado more than a hundred feet high, and a large amount of seawater was sucked into the cyan tornado, which was amazing.

Yan Zong's face became serious, the golden stick in his hand shook suddenly, and a golden gust of wind emerged out of thin air, hitting the blue tornado like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The golden gust collided with the blue tornado, and the void distorted and deformed, as if it was about to collapse.

The blue light and the golden light intersect, and the two auras are indistinguishable.

Wang Qingshan sneered, pinched the magic formula, the cyan tornado burst suddenly, and countless cyan flying swords flew out, hitting Yan Zong like a meteor shower.

At the same time, he flipped the palm of his hand, and the mysterious yellow mirror appeared in his hand. A yellow light lit up on the mirror surface, and a thick yellow beam of light flew out, heading straight for Yan Zong.

There was a huge thunderclap in the sky, and a huge thundercloud appeared above Yan Zong's head at some point, lightning flashed and thundered, and thousands of silver arcs surged, like a river flowing endlessly, with an astonishing momentum.

The high-ranking monks of Tianlan Sect fought less and less, while the high-ranking monks of Donglijie fought more and more. One went up and down, and there were no other Nascent Soul monks to support Yan Zong, and the other Nascent Soul monks were all entangled.

After a loud thunder sounded, hundreds of fist-thick silver lightning bolts pierced the sky and charged towards Yan Zong.

Yan Zong's complexion became a little ugly, he quickly took out a small red umbrella, and put it on top of his head, the red umbrella turned around, and let down a large red glow, covering his whole body, the umbrella in his hand The golden long stick shook suddenly, the sound of breaking wind was loud, and countless golden stick shadows swept out to meet him.

Rumble!
A huge roar sounded, and the four auras of gold, silver, blue, and yellow intersected, and the air waves rolled, causing ripples like water ripples in the void.

Yanzong turned into a ray of light and flew towards the distance, his fists were hard to beat with four hands. Over the years, the number of high-ranking monks of the barbarians has become less and less. Explode the spirit of the soul.

"I want to leave! Keep the head and sacrifice it to my twelfth brother."

Wang Qingshan's cold and merciless voice suddenly sounded, and a cyan sword dragon more than a hundred feet long flew towards him.

The high-altitude thunderclouds rolled violently like seawater at high tide, rumbling thunders sounded, and eighteen silver thunder dragons with thick waists flew out, pounced on Yanzong below.

There were tigers in front and wolves in back, Yan Zong couldn't avoid it, the long golden stick in his hand transformed into heavy stick shadows, and smashed towards eighteen silver thunder dragons.

Rumble!
Accompanied by a huge roar, eighteen silver thunder dragons were smashed to pieces, turning into a sea of ​​silver thunder for several miles.

The thunder cloud rolled violently, and fist-sized silver thunder balls flew out, smashing into the silver thunder sea.

The area of ​​the silver thunder sea was getting bigger and bigger, the dazzling thunder light made people unable to open their eyes, and a scream was vaguely heard.

The dense cyan flying swords sank into the silver thunder sea, and there was a muffled sound of "ding ding".

With a loud noise, the silver thunder sea burst open suddenly, revealing Yan Zong's figure.

The long golden stick in Yan Zong's hand broke, and his body was covered with bloodstains. Nine Qingli swords struck his body, all of which were blocked by him.

He shouted loudly, his body rose more than a circle, and nine blue glass swords flew out backwards. At this moment, a blue sword dragon with a length of more than one hundred feet flew towards him.

Yan Zong couldn't dodge it, with a movement of his fists, dense red fist shadows flew out, smashing towards the blue sword dragon.

The dense red fist shadows hit the cyan sword dragon, and there was a "ding ding" metal collision sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The cyan sword dragon let out a roar, opened its bloody mouth, and shot out a flying sword with cyan light. It was the Qinglian Sword. Go to Yanzong.

Yan Zong turned his hand and took out a huge red axe, and chopped it towards the blue Changhong.

Keng!
There was a muffled sound, sparks flew everywhere, the red giant ax was torn apart, and the cyan rainbow streaked across Yan Zong's neck, his head rolled down, and blood spurted several feet high.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew out of the corpse and fled towards the sky.

The cyan sword flood suddenly exploded, and countless cyan sword qi shot out simultaneously, piercing through the miniature Nascent Soul.

From then on, there was no such person as Yan Zong in the world, and the headless body fell into the sea water, staining a small area red.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath, sacrificed a storage bag, and put away Yanzong's head. He planned to use Yanzong's head to sacrifice to Wang Qingjun.

Wang Mengbin flew over from a distance, his aura was weaker than Wang Qingshan's, and he had entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

When the two of them teamed up, Yan Zong was no match at all, and the Thunder Dao supernatural power was so lethal that even the barbarians in the Nascent Soul Stage couldn't stand it.

Wang Mengbin flew towards Yanzong's body and searched for the storage ring on his body.

With the ringing of a huge bell, the fighting monks retreated in an orderly manner to cover each other. After this battle, Tianlan Sect lost more than a dozen high-ranking monks.

(End of this chapter)