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Chapter 2214 Begonia soars to the devil world, Wang Changsheng condenses his dharma, and Wang Qiuyu enters the stage of transformation (Happy New Year's Eve)

In the Demon Realm, Tianmo Mountain is located in the northwest corner of the Demon Flame Continent. It is a well-known treasure land with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, and it is also a sub-rudder of the Tianmo Palace.

Eighteen generations of Liu Qingxue's ancestors were all disciples of Tianmo Palace, who practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and are currently in the middle stage of transforming gods, guarding the Holy Spirit Platform.

The demon world is full of demonic energy, and it is the habitat of the demons. When the demons in the lower realm have cultivated to a certain level, the holy spirit platform can sense their breath and lead them to the demon world.

The Holy Spirit Platform in Tianmo Mountain has not been ascended by demons from the lower realms for ten thousand years, and Liu Qingxue is also happy to relax and cultivate with peace of mind.

On this day, she was practicing as usual.

Suddenly, the Holy Spirit Terrace shook violently, and a thick black light shot up into the sky, and when it reached a certain height, it collapsed and disappeared.

Liu Qingxue noticed something and hurriedly repaid her efforts. When she stood up and looked towards the Holy Spirit Tower, she saw a thin woman in a black dress with a flat face. It was Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang is now a demon. After entering the stage of transforming gods, she practiced hard in the Heiluo Realm for more than 500 years.

The lifespan of the devil is much longer than that of monks of the same level. If it were not for this, she would have died long ago.

Ye Haitang swept his eyes and saw Liu Qingxue alone.

Liu Qingxue took out a black jade the size of an egg, threw it to Ye Haitang, and motioned her to stick it between her eyebrows.

Ye Haitang took a closer look, and found that there were countless rice-sized runes all over the surface of the black jade. These runes were like living creatures, writhing non-stop.

She pondered for a while, and pressed the black jade between her eyebrows.

The black jade suddenly brightened, Ye Haitang let out a muffled snort, her brows were furrowed, feeling a lot of things pouring into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Ye Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Little sister Ye Haitang, dare I ask you, is this the Demon Realm?"

"The Devil Realm? You can say that, but we are more talking about the Holy Realm. I am Liu Qingxue, and welcome Daoist Ye to ascend to the Holy Realm. This place belongs to the Heavenly Demon Palace. The Heavenly Demon Palace is one of the top ten forces in the Demon Flame Continent. There are two Mahayana monks. There are so many places, fellow Daoist Ye might as well join our Heavenly Demon Palace, it will be of great benefit to your future cultivation."

Liu Qingxue said slowly, her tone full of temptation.

Just as Ye Haitang was about to answer, the Holy Spirit Platform beneath him suddenly shook violently, and countless runes lit up.

"Another demon ascended from the lower realm? Fellow Daoist Ye, come down first."

Liu Qingxue's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly urged.

This is a real credit!On the same day, two demons ascended from the lower realm.

Ye Haitang hurriedly jumped off the Holy Spirit Platform, a thick black light shot up into the sky, after the black light dissipated, a young man in black robe with a coffin on his back appeared, it was Fang Mu.

Fang Mu practiced the way of corpses, and with the help of corpse refining, he also advanced to the middle stage of transforming gods.

Of course, he is not interested in women, and he is just a cooperative relationship with Ye Haitang.

"Fang Daoyou, we are in the Demon Realm, no, we should say the Holy Realm."

Ye Haitang briefly talked about the situation here, threw the black jade to Fang Mu, and motioned Fang Mu to stick it between his eyebrows to check.

"Ye Daoyou, do you know each other?"

Liu Qingxue said in surprise.

Ye Haitang nodded and said, "We are all from the Heiluo Realm. By the way, Mrs. Liu, can you tell us in detail about the situation in the Demon... Sacred Realm?"

"The holy world is very large, and it is mainly divided into twelve areas. Most of the demons are active in these twelve areas. There are also strong people in remote corners, but the number is not many. Most of the real strong people are in these twelve areas. "

Liu Qingxue explained.

"How can you be called a holy ancestor, what have you done, or what great supernatural powers?"

Ye Haitang continued to ask, she had often heard the title of holy ancestor mentioned by demons in the Heiluo world.

"Only the best of Mahayana monks can be called the Holy Ancestor. In the past 10 years, the most famous one is the Xuanfu Sacred Ancestor, but he has been missing for many years. The two palace masters of our Tianmo Palace used to be under the command of the Xuanfu Sacred Ancestor. Three of the top ten Saint Ancestors of the World came from the Sacred Ancestor of Xuanfu, and many major forces in the holy world came from the Sacred Ancestor of Xuanfu."

At the end, Liu Qingxue was full of admiration.

"Ancestor of the Mysterious Talisman?"

Ye Haitang froze for a moment, the demon clan occupying the Thousand Gourd Realm seemed to be under the command of the Xuanfu Sacred Ancestor.

"That's right, the ancestor of the Xuanfu created the Holy Talisman Palace and is proficient in the art of talisman seals. If he hadn't disappeared, the entire holy world would have been unified. The holy ancestor is too far away from us, so it's useless to talk about it. You just ascended to the holy world. I will take you down first to go through the formalities, you can join our Heavenly Demon Palace, or you can go out independently, you are free, we will never force you."

Liu Qingxue said briefly and took them down to go through the formalities.

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Xuanyang Realm, the northwest corner of Xuanling Continent.

On Qinglian Island, a huge thundercloud floated high in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and thick lightning bolts pierced the sky and fell downwards.

Sun Yuejiao stood on a steep peak with serious eyes.

Wang Qiuyu is hitting the stage of becoming a god. He is more than 500 years old, and his cultivation speed is not fast.

Wang Qiuyu is the eldest son of Wang Qingcheng, he has dual spiritual roots of wood and fire, and he is an alchemist.

With his aptitude and the cultivation resources provided by his family, there is no problem in advancing to the stage of transforming gods.

Wang Qingcheng is practicing in seclusion, and Sun Yuejiao handles family affairs.

Since Wang Qingshan taught Zhao Ruilong and Lan Kexin a lesson more than ten years ago, the affiliated forces of the Liu family have never provoked the Wang family, but the affiliated forces of the Wang and Liu families often fought in private. Generally speaking, the Liu family had the upper hand .

It doesn't matter what the result is between peers or a life-and-death fight, the older generation of the Wang family won't care about it. Simply put, the older generation of the Wang family will not take action if they lose to others or die at the hands of others in the same realm. Someone broke the rules, and the Wang family didn't mind teaching them a lesson.

There is no perfect circle without rules, and there must be a rule in everything you do.

The Wang family has also developed well in recent years, but the number of deity-transforming monks is relatively small. Wang Ruyan has been in seclusion for more than 300 years, and the most powerful deity-transforming monk in the clan is Wang Qingshan.

After Wang Qingshan solved the difficulties of the Zhao family, more and more members of the clan practiced the way of swordsmanship. Over the years, there have been several Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.

Sun Yuejiao glanced at Qinglian Peak, Wang Changsheng has been in seclusion for more than 300 years, and he has not yet left.

This is normal, there is no limit to the lifespan of a cultivator who refines the void, and he has been practicing in seclusion all year round, and it is not uncommon for him to retreat for thousands of years.

Qinglian Peak, a secret room.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a blue futon, with mysterious runes all over the stone wall, a huge phantom floating above his head, the phantom's facial features were blurred, and his right fist gleamed with blue light, as if it were a real entity.

With a thought in Wang Changsheng's mind, Faxiang threw his right fist towards the stone wall.

There was a loud rumbling sound, the runes on the surface of the stone wall flickered non-stop, and the entire Qinglian Peak shook.

The alarm sounded loudly, and a large number of clansmen rushed here.

"I'm practicing mystic arts. It's fine. What should you do?"

Wang Changsheng opened his mouth and said, the voice was heard far away, and the clansmen retreated.

(End of this chapter)