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Chapter 2259 Counting the harvest, Wang Yingjie crossed the small catastrophe
This is still a conservative estimate, the beast tide has not completely ended, and many islands of the Liu family are still resisting the beast tide.

At the end of Liu Chuande's speech, his face was full of grief.

More than a dozen of his descendants died in the self-exposure of the sawfish. If there were no deaths, one of them would have a high chance of advancing to the stage of transformation after hundreds of years.

Liu Tianxiao looked gloomy and asked, "I asked you to send someone to investigate Yunlan's whereabouts. Is there any news?"

No matter how many low-level clansmen died or injured, they could not compare with a cultivator who refined the void. Liu Yunlan had not returned for a long time, which gave Liu Tianxiao a bad feeling.

Logically speaking, if Liu Yunlan tried his best to escape, he should be able to escape. Since he escaped, why didn't he return to Qianzhu Island?In terms of being killed, Liu Yunlan's natal soul lamp has not been extinguished.

Not seeing people in life, not seeing corpses in death, this is what Liu Tianxiao finds most troublesome.

"They searched the sea area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, but they didn't find Aunt Yunlan, and no one received a distress signal. Could Aunt Yunlan be captured by a sixth-order monster?"

Liu Chuande guessed that it was not uncommon for high-level monsters to arrest human monks, or force them to teach skills, or have intercourse to give birth.

"She has a sea clam, so it's hard to find her at the bottom of the sea. Forget it, let's withdraw the manpower first, and wait until the beast tide is over. I hope she won't fall into the hands of the Wang family."

At the end of Liu Tianxiao's words, his eyes were full of worry.

If Wang Changsheng really did it, it would be terrible.

He even wanted to know how the Wang family stopped the beast tide.

This time the Liu family shot themselves in the foot. If they use the seven-star demon lure fragrance to lure away the two sixth-order monsters, they can relieve their pressure and make a small profit.

Liu Tianxiao didn't feel that he had done something wrong, how could anyone else be allowed to snore on the side of the couch, he could conclude that there were more than two practitioners in the Wang family, maybe it was the Zhenhai Palace who made the move.

That's right, it must be like this, the Liu family can ask the Lengyan faction for help, and the Wang family can ask Zhenhai Palace, if the cultivators of Zhenhai Palace make a move, everything can be explained.

"Yes, great-great-grandfather."

Liu Chuande agreed to come down, bowed and withdrew.

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Two months passed quickly.

More than 30 monks including Qinglian Island and Wang Qingcheng are having a meeting in the conference hall.

The beast horde was completely over, and the loss of the Wang family was also reported.

"Qiu Hong, report the loss of personnel!"

Wang Qingcheng ordered.

A tall and thin middle-aged man responded and stood up: "Patriarch, we have a total of 730 five people killed in battle and 970 five people missing. Eight Yuanying people, 430 people forming alchemy, fifteen sets of fifth-level formations were damaged, eight fifth-level puppet beasts were scrapped, and more than 130 puppet beasts below fifth-level were scrapped."

Fortunately, the Wang family refined a large number of puppet beasts, otherwise the loss of personnel would be even greater.

Wang Qingcheng's face softened. The loss was not that big. Before the sixth-order monsters attacked Qinglian Island, more than half of them would have been killed or injured. If not, the Wang family's loss would have been even greater.

"After talking about losses, let's talk about gains!"

Wang Qingcheng ordered.

"In this beast tide, we conservatively estimated that we killed 20 monsters, most of which were second- and third-tier monsters, three sixth-tier monsters, five fifth-tier monsters 150, four fourth-tier monsters 350, There is also a large amount of animal meat and demon pills."

Wang Qiuhong said truthfully that he didn't know that Wang Changsheng had killed Li Huo Falcon, and thought that the Wang family killed three sixth-level monsters, which was already very powerful.

After many monsters were killed, their corpses floated on the sea surface, and the aftermath of the fighting shattered the corpses, otherwise the harvest would be even greater.

The beast tide has receded, and the affiliated forces of the Wang family went back to their respective houses to repair the formation and rebuild their homes.

This battle showed the prestige of the Wang family. Wang Changsheng showed his supernatural powers and killed the sixth-level monsters, which was praised and respected by the affiliated forces. Forces are impressed.

Wang Qingfeng was wounded by a sixth-order monster and stayed on Qinglian Island to heal his wounds without any brilliant achievements.

After listening to Wang Qiuhong's report, the faces of many clansmen showed excited expressions in unison.

"It's great that there are so many corpses of monsters. We've made a fortune this time."

"Hey, we have collected a large number of monster spirits, and we can refine another batch of puppet beasts at that time. The next time a large-scale beast swarm breaks out, we can drive more puppet beasts."

"If our ancestors refine sixth-order puppet beasts, it will be easier for us to deal with the large beast tide next time."

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Many clansmen expressed their opinions one after another, and they were full of pride.

This victory belongs to them, and every clansman sticks to his post and contributes his own strength to the family.

"The tide of beasts has receded, but our loss is not small. We sent people to dispose of the corpses of the monsters, and then transported them to Xueyanfang City to sell them in exchange for other cultivation resources."

Wang Qingcheng instructed that after this battle, the Wang family not only became famous, but also got a lot of property, so that they can continue to expand, develop deserted islands, and support more immortal cultivators.

"Yes, master."

Everyone agreed with one voice and left one after another.

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A wild place, a certain valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

A huge thundercloud floated over the valley, thunder and lightning flashed, and thick lightning bolts pierced the sky and smashed towards the valley.

Wang Yingjie sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale. A giant clock with gleaming yellow light was floating above his head. There were more than a dozen small cracks on the surface of the huge clock.

He came here by smuggling, and by chance, he found a sitting cave of a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, got a few spiritual treasures, and has been retreating to heal his injuries. The cave where he was hiding was suddenly split by lightning, which turned out to be a thunder disaster.

Wang Yingjie didn't know what was going on, so he had to pass the robbery passively.

After the loud rumbling sound, the thundercloud rolled violently, turning into a silver thunder python more than a hundred feet long, rushing down from the sky.

The silver thunder python collided with the huge yellow bell and exploded in an instant, covering the entire valley with a dazzling silver light.

After a while, the silver light dissipated.

The huge yellow clock disappeared, and Wang Yingjie was lying in a huge pit, his body was scorched black and his breath was weak.

If he hadn't obtained a few spirit treasures, he wouldn't be able to stop this thunder disaster at all.

Wang Yingjie spat out a big mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.

"The monk who transforms the spirit is going to cross the catastrophe? I haven't heard of it!"

Wang Yingjie said to himself, his face full of confusion.

He didn't know that monks from the lower realms needed to take the dust-washing pill to wash away the breath of the lower realms when they ascended to the Xuanyang Realm, otherwise there would be a minor catastrophe every hundred years, and the power of the minor catastrophe would become stronger every time.

The barren land is very dangerous, there are fifth-order monsters everywhere, and there are even seventh-order monsters. Wang Yingjie has encountered sixth-order monsters many times, and avoided them far away. Fortunately, he did not encounter seventh-order monsters. Otherwise it will be troublesome.

"There is no one, and it is difficult to find someone to inquire about the situation."

Wang Yingjie let out a long sigh, and flew towards the distance. His injury has not completely healed, and it is really bad luck to find a place to heal his injury.

(End of this chapter)