Hong Huang: Qing Lian Taoist

"Shen Ni, I wonder what you think of the dragons in the Body Refining Tower!"

After re-entering the Hall of Eternal Life, Qinglian suddenly said to Shen Ni.

"Master, the dragons in the Body Refining Tower are extremely powerful, but their numbers are too few!"

Although Shen Ni didn't know why Qinglian suddenly asked about the situation in his body refining tower, he still answered honestly.

Hearing Shen Ni's words, Qinglian kept knocking on the armrests with his hands, as if he was thinking about something. At this time, there was no other sound in the entire Changsheng Hall except the sound of Qinglian's hands knocking on the armrests. Shen Ni and Wudao just waited quietly for Qinglian's instructions, but what they didn't know was that at this moment Qinglian's powerful soul was constantly watching the tens of thousands of dragons in the Body Refining Tower. After an unknown amount of time, Qinglian's knocking hands stopped abruptly, and then the powerful soul retreated like a tide and returned to the Changsheng Hall again.

"Wudao, Shenni, I plan to open the Body Refining Tower and the Heart Searching Pool. As long as the myriad races in the prehistoric world meet the requirements, they can enter the Body Refining Tower and the Heart Searching Pool to practice. And those who do not meet the requirements can also enter the Body Refining Tower and the Heart Searching Pool to practice as long as they are willing to pay any price. I wonder what you think about this?"

Qinglian told Wudao and Shenni about his thoughts. Originally, Qinglian only wanted to absorb geniuses from all races to join Penglai, but after experiencing so many things, Qinglian knew that relying on his own strength was not enough. Only with enough strong people could he be able to face the things that would happen next.

"Master, if we do this, we can not only attract more geniuses to join Penglai, but also collect countless resources. This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone!"

Wudao said to Qinglian.

"Master, if this is the case, I'm afraid the space on the two fairy islands of Yingzhou and Fangzhang may not be enough, right?"

After listening to Qinglian's thoughts, Shen Ni directly expressed his doubts. If it were only the ten thousand geniuses of the Dragon Clan, the two fairy islands of Yingzhou and Fangzhang would be enough. However, judging from the meaning of Qinglian's words just now, it is obvious that more geniuses will join Penglai in the future. Even if they lack talent, they can exchange resources for a certain number of places. At that time, it is unknown how many people will flock to the two fairy islands of Yingzhou and Fangzhang.

After listening to what Shen Ni and Wu Dao said, Qing Lian understood what they were worried about. However, this matter was something Qing Lian had considered for a long time before making the decision, so he naturally would not give up easily.

"Wudao, Shenni, I will build a world based on the two fairy islands of Yingzhou and Fangzhang. You go down and prepare!"

After hearing Qinglian's words, Shen Ni and Wudao went down to prepare. In fact, there was nothing to prepare. Now in the two fairy islands of Yingzhou and Fangzhang, besides the ten thousand dragons, there were only the two unlucky guys Wuxing and Qiankun.

After Shen Ni and Wudao left, they saw a magic weapon appear in front of Qinglian. It was the innate spiritual treasure that he had never used since he obtained it: the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts. After the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts appeared, the Chaos Green Lotus Cauldron of Creation also appeared in the Hall of Longevity.

With a wave of his hand, the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts was thrown into the Chaos Green Lotus Cauldron of Creation. The moment the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts entered the Chaos Green Lotus Cauldron of Creation, endless power of creation instantly enveloped the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts. Then a raging fire ignited in the cauldron. And that fire was not an ordinary innate fire, but the legendary Chaos Fire. The pure white Chaos Fire continued to burn the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts.

After a full thousand years, the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts finally turned into a ball of golden liquid, and then countless illusions were seen constantly emerging in the golden liquid. Seeing this scene, countless natural treasures appeared in front of Qinglian again, including Chaos Gold Stone, Innate Essence Stone, Sun Essence, etc. Countless natural treasures were placed by Qinglian in the Chaos Qinglian Creation Cauldron in a certain order.

Two thousand years later, the countless natural treasures also turned into balls of liquid. Qinglian looked at the balls of liquid in the Chaos Qinglian Creation Cauldron. One after another, marks emerged from Qinglian's hands. If there were strong people who practiced the laws of the weapon, they would recognize that each of Qinglian's hand prints at this time pointed directly to the origin of the laws of the weapon.

Under the guidance of the Green Lotus, the liquids were constantly merging, and in the blink of an eye, a box-shaped magic weapon appeared in the Chaos Green Lotus Cauldron.

Upon closer observation, one could see tiny beads of sweat appearing on Qinglian's forehead. Apparently, even Qinglian was exhausted from the intense concentration of his spirit for such a long period of time.

However, the closer it gets to this time, the more he cannot relax. The marks in Qinglian's hands change faster and faster, and countless forces of laws are injected into the Chaos Qinglian Creation Cauldron. And every time Qinglian's hands change, a force of law enters the Chaos Qinglian Creation Cauldron.

Even so, three thousand years have passed since all the power of the three thousand heavenly laws were injected into the Chaos Qinglian Cauldron. At this time, Qinglian was even more nervous. The success or failure depended on this last power of law. Yes, this last power of law was the power of Hongmeng law.

I saw a very strange mark appear on Qinglian's hands. The moment the mark appeared, the entire Penglai Fairy Island was instantly covered by the powerful pressure of the Hongmeng Law. Qinglian was carefully guiding the Hongmeng Law at this time. Under Qinglian's guidance, the power of the Hongmeng Law was engraved on the magic weapon bit by bit.

Just after the carving of the Hongmeng Law was completed, the box-shaped magic weapon continued to tremble, as if it could not bear the power of the Hongmeng Law.

"town!"

As Qinglian's voice fell, a visible repressive force appeared above the Chaos Qinglian Creation Cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the strong repressive force was injected into the magic weapon.

Qinglian looked at the box-shaped magic weapon that had finally calmed down, and the stone in her heart finally fell. The next things would be much simpler.

A drop of essence blood was forced out by Qinglian. At the moment that drop of essence blood appeared, endless world power instantly enveloped the Hall of Longevity. Fortunately, Qinglian was prepared in advance, so the world power did not leak out. Even so, at the moment the essence blood appeared, Ao Xin still felt that the temperature of Penglai Fairy Island had risen a lot, and a huge pressure leaked out from the Hall of Longevity.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ao Xin felt the suffocating pressure and talked to himself.

Just after Qinglian injected that drop of essence blood into the Chaos Qinglian Cauldron, that drop of essence blood was instantly absorbed by the box-shaped magic weapon. Then several laws of power emerged around the box-shaped magic weapon.

Ten ways.

Hundreds of ways.

One thousand.

Two thousand.

Three thousand ways.

A total of three thousand laws of power emerged from the magic weapon in the box, and in the blink of an eye, the three thousand laws of power disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.