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Chapter 2162 Wang Changsheng's impact on refining the void

With six grandsons and one granddaughter, rare things are more valuable. Wang Qiuya is the jewel in the palm of the Wang family. Except for Wang Ruyan and others, the six brothers love her very much.

Wang Ruyan held Wang Qiuya's palm tightly and asked her how she was doing, and Wang Qiuya answered truthfully.

"Fifth brother, congratulations on advancing to the stage of transforming gods. This piece of jade soul stone is our heart, and it is not a respect."

Dong Xueli took out an exquisite white jade box and handed it to Wang Qingcheng.

Jade soul stone is a fifth-level refining material, which can be refined into defensive magic weapons to enhance defensive capabilities.

"Jade soul stone, brother and sister, you have a heart."

Wang Qingcheng thanked him and accepted it.

"Uncle Wu, this is spiritual honey brewed by colorful butterflies, I hope you like it."

Wang Qiuya took out an exquisite cyan jade box and handed it to Wang Qingcheng.

Wang Qingcheng opened the lid of the box, and there was a group of seven-color paste-like objects inside, exuding bursts of strong floral fragrance.

With light etiquette and affection, Wang Qiuya raised a group of colorful butterflies. This kind of spiritual butterflies are good at concealment, and it is difficult for monks of the same level to discover their existence.

"Uncle Wu, this is the God of Tranquility Pendant that I made by myself. It can be used to calm one's mind and breath. Congratulations to Uncle Wu for being promoted to the God of Transformation."

Wang Qiuju took out a red jade box and handed it to Wang Qingcheng.

Wang Qingcheng took the jade box, opened it, and there was a light blue jade pendant inside, shining with inspiration.

"Yes, you have a heart."

Wang Qingcheng looked happy, and accepted the two items.

Wang Ruyan nodded. Relatively speaking, Dong Xueli is more understanding of the world than Wang Qingfeng. However, both of them are serious and discipline their children more strictly. Wang Qingcheng's three sons are relatively smooth and disciplined more loosely. There is no problem.

"Mom, hasn't Dad left the customs yet?"

Dong Xueli asked with concern, she usually doesn't care about business, and she doesn't care about family affairs, except for cultivation, she just teaches her children.

"Not yet, your father probably won't leave until he enters the Void Refining Stage."

Wang Ruyan said with a smile.

"It's probably coming soon, my grandfather has been in seclusion for many years, and I haven't seen him yet!"

Wang Qiuya said with a smile, with longing on her face.

Wang Changsheng has been in seclusion for many years, and Wang Qingfeng's children have never seen Wang Changsheng himself, only the portrait.

"You should practice hard and try to have a baby as soon as possible. Your grandfather will be very happy when the time comes."

Wang Ruyan exhorted.

After chatting for more than an hour, Wang Ruyan and others left and asked Wang Qingcheng to adjust his breath.

At the foot of a steep emerald green mountain stands a silver stele more than ten feet high, engraved with three golden characters "Qinglianfeng" on it, shining with inspiration.

This is the residence of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. A blue stone step spreads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. There are a lot of exotic flowers and plants on both sides of the stone step. A group of seven-color spirit butterflies are collecting nectar.

Wang Ruyan took Wang Qiuya back to Qinglian Peak. She liked Wang Qiuya very much and asked Wang Qiuya to stay with her in Qinglian Peak for a while.

There is a huge manor covering an area of ​​[-] mu on the top of the mountain, with blue bricks and glazed tiles. In the manor, pavilions, gardens, rockeries, and arch bridges can be seen everywhere.

"Qiuya, stay longer and talk to grandma."

Wang Ruyan said in a pleasant manner, saying that Wang Ruyan liked Wang Qiuya very much.

"Okay, grandson also wants to spend more time with grandma."

Wang Qiuya smiled sweetly, the dimples on her face were clearly visible.

Suddenly there was a deafening thunderclap in the sky, and auspicious clouds of five colors emerged out of thin air and quickly gathered towards Qinglian Peak.

Countless light spots emerged in the void, colorful like fireworks, and these light spots slowly converged into one place to form auspicious clouds of five colors.

In less than a quarter of an hour, thousands of auspicious clouds of five colors gathered in the sky above Qinglian Peak. The number was so large that it made one's scalp tingle.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the island, and thousands of Lihuo bamboos swayed from side to side, making a loud whistling sound.

Such an astonishing and strange sight naturally alarmed the monks on the island.

"Grandma, what is this?"

Wang Qiuya was taken aback for a moment, vaguely guessing something.

"Your grandfather is attacking the Void Refinement Stage, let's get out of here quickly, and don't interfere with his passing the tribulation."

Wang Ruyan said in a deep voice, and took Wang Qiuya away from Qinglian Peak.

The astonishing vision naturally also alarmed the spirit beasts and birds on the island. They crawled on the ground one by one, their bodies trembling constantly, as if they had encountered something terrible.

Wang Qingcheng, Sun Yuejiao and Dong Xueli rushed over with serious expressions.

"Mother, is dad attacking the alchemy?"

Wang Qingcheng said in surprise, staring at the five-color auspicious clouds above Qinglian Peak.

"Well, open some of the clan protection formations, and don't let anyone disturb your father Dujie."

Wang Ruyan ordered, with a stern tone.

"Yes, mother."

Wang Qingcheng took the order and left.

The number of five-color auspicious clouds is increasing, and within a quarter of an hour, tens of thousands of five-color auspicious clouds float over Qinglian Peak, spreading and covering half of Qinglian Peak.

Half a day later, there was a strong wind, and the five-color auspicious clouds burst suddenly, turning into a huge five-color vortex, and there was a burst of explosions that shook the sky and the earth. houses.

Looking from a distance, it seems that there is a huge hole in the sky, which is about to swallow the entire Kowloon Island, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Wang Ruyan's eyes were solemn, looking at the five-color vortex high in the sky.

Suddenly there was an earth-shattering roar from Qinglian Peak, and a blue light flew out from Qinglian Peak, directly submerging into the five-color vortex.

The five-color vortex suddenly tore apart, a dazzling blue light flew out, and a huge phantom in the shape of a human suddenly appeared in the huge vortex.

The phantom of the human figure is thousands of feet high, and the whole body is blue, as if it is made up of countless sea water.

As soon as the phantom of the human form appeared, it gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Faces!"

Wang Ruyan's face darkened, her heart beat faster, and she was very nervous.

Wang Changsheng has already condensed the dharma form, as long as he survives the thunder calamity, he will be a cultivator of refining emptiness.

Faxiang phantom suddenly let out a long howl, which spread throughout the entire Kowloon Island.

When the low-level clansmen and low-level spirit beasts heard this sound, their bodies became limp and powerless, and they fell to the ground.

Faxiang Xuying moved his arms, grabbed the five-color vortex, pulled it hard, and tore it to pieces.

After the loud bang, the five-color vortex burst and turned into countless five-color raindrops, pouring down. The five-color raindrops are the pure five-element aura.

The phantom of the dharma phase is full of spiritual light, and the five-color raindrops seem to be guided by some kind of direction, and they go towards the phantom of the dharma phase.

Like a sponge, the dharma phase phantom absorbed the five-color raindrops that fell on its body, and its whole body shone like a solid body.

After the time of a cup of tea, there were no five-color raindrops falling from the sky, and the phantom of Faxiang roared up to the sky, shrinking rapidly in size, and disappeared into Qinglian Peak.

Sitting cross-legged on a blue futon, Wang Changsheng was sweating profusely, exuding a terrifying coercion from his body. As long as he survived the thunder calamity, he would be a real cultivator of refining the virtual.

A deafening thunder came from high above the sky, shaking Wang Changsheng's ears with a "buzzing".

(End of this chapter)