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Chapter 3519 The fifth Mahayana (gone today)

"Is the glass shield destroyed?"

Wang Changsheng asked.

"It's destroyed, thanks to the treasure bestowed by the master, otherwise the subordinates would not have passed this level so easily."

Wang Xiuluo said gratefully.

"I said, follow me, I will not treat you badly, don't worry, your Taoist partner will go through the third catastrophe, and I will help."

Wang Changsheng promised that if there was an eighth-order formation, it would definitely be much easier for Wang Xiuluo to cross the catastrophe.

Thanks to Wang Xiuluo and Wang Naluo, Wang Changsheng took them back to Qinglian Island.

Wang Changsheng did the math, he has eaten the Dao fruit of Wanling for more than 5000 years, that is to say, the Dao body of Wanling still has more than 4000 years.

He intends to continue to comprehend the spiritual realm, if he can achieve a small success in cultivation, that would be great.

He had just returned to Qinglian Peak when Wang Ruyan came out from the attic with a happy expression on his face.

She successfully forged three universe-suppressing magic talismans, but failed twice. This success rate is good, practice makes perfect, and she can refine more universe-suppressing magic talismans with the eighth-order golden glass beast skin. .

"Husband, you have entered the middle stage of Mahayana, that's great."

Wang Ruyan felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Changsheng, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Master Miaode and I exchanged the skin of an eighth-order golden glass beast, and refined three Qiankun Town Demon Talismans. It will be much easier for the clansmen to attack the Mahayana stage in the future."

Wang Ruyan took out three golden talisman seals and said with a smile.

"Qiankun Town Demon Talisman!"

Wang Changsheng was overjoyed, and the family gained another heritage.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng took out a gleaming blue communication disk and entered a formula. Wang Yongqian's excited voice sounded: "Old ancestor, the ancestor of Qingcheng is attacking the Mahayana period."

"Got it, I'll go and have a look."

Wang Changsheng responded, put away the communication tray, left Qinglian Island, and rushed inland.

In the southwest corner of Feilong Mountain Range, Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong stood on the top of a steep mountain, looking at a huge thundercloud high in the sky.

Wang Qingcheng was attacking the Mahayana period, they immediately used the large-scale communication array to notify Wang Yongqian, Wang Yongqian should notify Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

There was a rumbling thunder, and a series of thick silver lightning pierced the sky, one after another splitting towards a huge valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Wang Qingcheng stood on the ground, surrounded by a gigantic silver light curtain, with a lightning pattern on the surface of the silver light curtain.

One after another silver lightning strikes down one after another, falling on the silver light curtain, and disappearing completely.

As time passed, the area of ​​the thundercloud became smaller and smaller, and the silver lightning struck down became bigger and bigger.

After the time of a cup of tea, the thundercloud is still tens of feet in size.

Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong stared at the thundercloud high in the sky, their expressions solemn.

The thundercloud rolled violently like boiling water, and seven arcs of different colors emerged.

"Seven-color Divine Thunder!"

Sun Yuejiao breathed a sigh of relief, the most sad mental demon pass has been passed, the eighty-nine thunder calamity only attracted the seven-color god thunder, and there is a thunder-transforming array arranged by the seventh-order top-grade thunder-absorbing beads, it is impossible to resist the nine seven-color god thunder questionable.

"Seven-color Divine Thunder, it seems that Qingcheng has no problem entering the Mahayana stage."

A joyful man's voice sounded, and just as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow flew over, and after a flash, it landed in front of Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong.

"Father (ancestor)!"

Sun Yuejiao and Wang Yihong looked happy when they saw Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng nodded and looked at the thunderclouds high in the sky.

There was a sound of thunder, and a thick seven-color lightning struck down, leaving a long white mark in the void and falling on the silver light curtain.

With a muffled sound, countless silver runes appeared on the surface of the silver light curtain, seven-color lightning burst, and a burst of dazzling seven-color thunder flooded the entire silver light curtain.

Soon, the second bolt of seven-color lightning strikes, followed by the third and fourth...
When the eighth seven-color lightning fell, the seven-color thundercloud rolled violently, turning into a huge seven-color Thunder Tiger, surrounded by countless seven-color electric arcs, exuding an aura that would destroy the world.

The Seven-Color Thunder Tiger raised its head to the sky and howled, and jumped down from a high altitude.

The ground shook violently, and the soil turned into sand for thousands of miles, forming a huge desert. Countless yellow gravel shot up into the sky and turned into yellow sand spears more than ten feet long, heading straight for the seven-color Thunder Tiger.

The Seven-Color Thunder Tiger's momentum was like a rainbow, and it defeated a large number of yellow sand spears. The number of yellow sand spears could not hold up, and the dense yellow sand spears pierced through the body of the Seven-color Thunder Tiger.

The seven-color Thunder Tiger's body exploded, and a huge cloud of seven-color thunder shot up into the sky, filling the sky with smoke and dust.

Before the thunder had dissipated, there was a loud man's laughter.

A yellow rainbow flew out from the seven-colored thunder, and a flash landed in front of Wang Changsheng. It was Wang Qingcheng.

His face was pale, his body exuded a terrifying spiritual pressure, and he had entered the Mahayana stage impressively.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Qingcheng for entering the Mahayana period!"

Wang Yihong congratulated with a smile.

Wang Changsheng's eyes were filled with joy, and he said: "Take good care of yourself, block the news, and keep a low profile."

Mu Xiu Yu Lin Feng will destroy it, Wang Changsheng doesn't want to attract attention, what the Wang family needs now is time.

Wang Qingcheng nodded, the three of them left the place, and Wang Yihong stayed to clean up the mess.

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Northern Cold Ice Field, Ice Soul Mountain Range, Ye Family.

In a snow-white manor, Ye Xuanfeng, Ye Yuhuan, Ye Yuhan and Ye Yunfei were sitting in a white stone pavilion, talking about something.

"There is a small clan in the Cangyuan Realm who suddenly rose up. Seven Mahayanas appeared within ten thousand years, and there is also the Xuantian Treasure. It is very likely that they will get that low-grade fairy weapon."

Ye Xuanfeng's tone was heavy.

"Seven Mahayanas will appear in ten thousand years? And the treasure of Xuantian? Is that fairy weapon so powerful?"

Ye Yuhuan said in surprise.

"An immortal weapon with the law of time is no small matter. Cultivating the Xuantian Treasure is nothing. If several ethnic groups hadn't joined forces to destroy this small clan, they would not have used the Xuantian Treasure. The news has leaked. Hurry to the Cangyuan Realm quickly, and bring the Xuantian Treasure Golden Flood Dragon Wheel, if that fairy artifact is really in the Cangyuan Realm, you must get that fairy artifact, no matter how much you pay.”

Ye Xuanfeng ordered, with an appearance that it was inevitable.

According to the members of the Ye family in the fairy world, that low-grade fairy weapon would even be coveted by a golden fairy. Immortals can't descend to the realm. At most, they can send Mahayana monks to descend to the realm, and they need the assistance of a high-level large formation to do it. Ordinary forces can't do it at all. Even the Ye family can't do it, so they can only let the people from the lower realms find this low-grade fairy artifact.

"Want to bring the Golden Flood Dragon Wheel? Has it reached this point?"

Ye Yuhan frowned and said.

"The news has leaked out. They only know that the small clan has the Xuantian Treasure, and they may not have guessed that they have the Immortal Artifact. Therefore, you must grab the Time Immortal Artifact as quickly as possible."

Ye Xuanfeng warned.

"In case there is no fairy artifact, it's just a big chance!"

Ye Yuhuan frowned and said.

"Then bring back the Xuantian Treasure. This small clan was originally inconspicuous. Suddenly, a genius in alchemy appeared who could refine many kinds of pills. Just finding the materials is a problem. If there is that Immortal artifact of time, ripening elixir, and a pile of materials can make a master of alchemy."

Ye Xuanfeng explained.

"Since there is news, let's go! I hope that fairy artifact is in the hands of that small clan."

Ye Yunfei agreed.

Ye Yunfei personally led the team, dispatched five Mahayanas and hundreds of clansmen, and left the North Cold Ice Field on the Ice Lion.

　The big battle is ready, it should be almost done within this week, the groundwork is almost ready

　
(End of this chapter)