Rise of Qinglian

The county government office had been turned into a pile of ruins, with no one alive. Liu Xian and his wife fell in a pool of blood. There were blood holes in their chests the size of fists, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Except for them, all the wealthy businessmen who took refuge in the county government were killed.

A man in black robes and Sun Cuier stood among the ruins. Sun Cuier was holding two bleeding hearts in her hands.

"To kill my ghost pet so quickly, you are seeking death."

The man in black robe was immediately furious, with murderous intent on his face.

"You are so brave. You dare to rush into the city to commit murder. You are the ones seeking death."

A cold male voice suddenly sounded.

There were ripples in the void, and an old man in white robes with a fair face appeared in the sky. His expression was indifferent.

"Senior Lin, you have finally arrived."

Wang Tianwen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old man in white robe.

The man in black robe and Sun Cuier were shocked and flew away in different directions.

The silver jade pen in Wang Tianwen's hand glowed brightly, and he waved it towards the black-robed man in the air, and a silver light blade dozens of feet long flew out.

The black-robed man shook his sleeves, and a black ghost claw several feet long suddenly flew out and faced the silver light blade.

Boom!

The black ghost claws smashed the silver light blade into pieces, and the black-robed man's escape speed increased rapidly, reaching hundreds of feet in an instant.

"You still want to leave, do you think I'm just a piece of paper?"

The old man in white robe said coldly, his broad Xiubao shook, and a ray of red light and a ray of golden light flew out, flying towards the man in black robe and Sun Cuier respectively.

The void above the man in black robe fluctuated, and a large red net appeared out of thin air, covering the man in black robe and tying him inside. A golden light lit up above Sun Cuier's head, and a small golden tower appeared, spinning around. , sprayed out a piece of golden glow, covering Sun Cuier, and swept her into the small golden tower.

The old man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of the man in black robe.

The man in black robe was horrified to find that he could not use any magic power. The old man in white robe put his right hand on the man's forehead, and a dazzling white light lit up his palm.

Soul searching!

The face of the man in black robe was distorted, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

With a "puff" sound, a black flame appeared out of thin air and burned the man in black robe into ashes.

"Restricted!"

The old man in white robe frowned, swayed, and flew into the small golden tower.

Wang Tianwen controlled the magic weapon to kill those low-level ghosts.

Most of Hongcheng was destroyed. Tens of thousands of people died at the hands of ghosts. Most of the wealthy merchants and gentry were killed or injured. The entire Hongcheng became a purgatory on earth.

Not long after, the old man in white robe flew out of the small golden tower.

"Senior Lin, how are you? What is going on?"

Wang Tianwen asked cautiously. If he stayed at the governor's Yamen, he might not be able to escape the disaster.

"This ghost was artificially raised. Many low-level monks have disappeared inexplicably over the years. I thought they had left the Yan Dynasty, but I didn't expect that they were all captured by evil cultivators and used to feed this ghost. .She died unjustly, her evil aura is soaring to the sky, and she has skills, so it is easier to train her into a fierce ghost."

The white-robed old man said slowly that the Central Plains Cultivation World is the center of the Dongli Realm. There are many business travelers and prosperous commerce. A large number of monks go to the Central Plains Cultivation World to do business.

If many disciples from big forces hadn't disappeared inexplicably, Wanxiansi wouldn't have discovered that a large number of low-level monks were missing.

There were five to six hundred low-level monks who died at the hands of Sun Cuier alone, as well as tens of thousands of mortals. No wonder she was promoted to the Ghost King in a short period of time. Of course, in addition to a large number of monks and mortals, she also had ghosts. Only by cultivating the Tao Kung Fu can you become the Ghost King.

If not, she wouldn't be able to become the Ghost King.

Donglijie is the general name of this interface. Donglijie is only the lowest interface, and there are more advanced interfaces.

Wang Tianwen suddenly realized that he had felt strange from the beginning, how could a ghost king in the elixir formation stage suddenly appear.

"Little friend Wang, you immediately lead people to clear out the other ghosts, and I will send a group of reinforcements over immediately."

"Yes, Senior Lin."

Wang Tianwen agreed and led a team of monks to clear out the remaining ghosts.

These ghosts are not of high level, but they are better in number.

Three days later, Wang Tianwen returned to the government office. Wanxian Division sent a Nascent Soul monk, five Alchemy Formation monks, and hundreds of Foundation Establishment monks.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Qin, why are you here? Aren't you in charge in Chaozhou?"

Wang Tianwen looked at a white-faced Confucian scholar in green shirt and said with some surprise.

The Confucian scholar in green shirt, named Qin Mingqian, is a good friend of Wang Tianwen.

Chaozhou is five to six million miles away from Quanzhou, and it is impossible to get there in three days.

After some conversation, Wang Tianwen learned that demonic cultivators were causing trouble in many states and counties, and the imperial court sent a large number of monks to investigate.

"What's going on? Demonic cultivators are causing trouble in multiple states and counties? This is too strange!"

Wang Tianwen wondered, Sun Cui'er was a ghost carefully cultivated by high-level monks. The ghost harmed a large number of mortals. What benefits could the cultivators get?

Provoke the royal family? Or provoke the royal family? Or is something going to happen to the Yan Dynasty?

"I don't know either. The higher-ups probably know the inside story. By the way, Friend Wang, I met your seventh uncle. He has a great reputation and there are no false ones. The ancients will never deceive me."

Qin Qian said with a smile.

"Oh, you met Qi Bo Gong? He went to Chaozhou? When did this happen?"

Wang Tianwen asked curiously.

"Three months ago, a third-order monster dragon appeared in the Black Dragon Pond in Chaozhou and caused chaos and killed the people. We were ordered to rush to the Black Dragon Pond. But as soon as we arrived at the Black Dragon Pond, we saw your seventh uncle killing the monster dragon and taking the lead. Fellow Daoist Yang competed with your Seventh Uncle, but lost to your Seventh Uncle in three moves."

When Qin Qian finished speaking, his face was full of admiration.

Wang Qingshan traveled in the Yan Dynasty over the years and defeated many young heroes. Wang Qingshan's name and portrait are widely known.

"Three months ago? Calculating the time, the seventh uncle may pass through Quanzhou. It would be great if I could meet the seventh uncle. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Wang Tianwen said with some excitement that the more famous Wang Qingshan became in the Yan Dynasty, the easier it would be for Wang Tianwen to work in Wanxian Division.

There are many disciples of powerful forces within the Wanxian Division. The Yan Dynasty will not let them get in touch with the core, and use the resources of cultivating immortals to hire immortal cultivators to do work.

If you want to settle down in the world of immortality in the South China Sea and develop on a piece of land, you must rent an island from a big force and act as a thug for the big force. The rent is not expensive, but it is easy to get involved in a war and die. If you want to develop in the world of immortality in the Central Plains, , most of the foreign monks joined the Wanxian Division, or worshiped under the sects of princes and nobles as worshipers.

No matter which one, if you dare to harm the interests of local forces, you will be retaliated by local forces.

Therefore, Wang Tianwen was born in the Wang family, and the Dayan royal family continued to allow him to serve in the Wanxian Division without expelling him.

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that the Miao family in Lanyun Prefecture holds a Feixian Conference and invites high-level monks to participate. Your seventh uncle will probably attend the Feixian Conference."

"Miao family? Are you talking about the Miao family who are good at the art of talisman and seal script?"

Wang Tianwen asked curiously.

"Is there a second Miao family in Yunlan Prefecture? I heard that the Miao family has a talented man named Miao Jiale. This Feixian Conference is probably organized by the Miao family for him. If your seventh uncle goes, I think Miao The family’s plan is about to fail.”

Qin Qian said with a smile that big forces hold large-scale celebrations to either introduce their outstanding juniors to other forces or to announce major events. The former has a higher chance.