Rise of Qinglian

Wulong Sea Area, Qinglian Island.

A black peacock with a slender tail was hovering high in the sky. The black peacock was very fast and encountered many monks from the Wang family along the way. The monks from the Wang family gave way one after another.

A rapid whistle suddenly sounded, and as if under some kind of guidance, the black peacock suddenly flew down from the sky and landed on Bailing Peak.

Wang Qingling stood in the open space, and the black peacock landed in front of her.

"I've been playing for two hours, isn't it enough? You almost hit a clan member just now."

Wang Qingling petted the black peacock's head lovingly. She spent decades and invested a lot of resources in cultivating immortals, and finally trained the black peacock to the third level.

The Ice Wind Jiao is already at the middle level of the third level, and the Earth Dragon Earthworm and the Crow are both at the low level of the third level. With these three third level spiritual beasts, it is rare that the pill-forming monk is her opponent.

Every once in a while, Wang Qingling will walk the spirit beasts and keep throwing them in the spirit beast beads. It is not good for their advancement. Just like the immortal cultivators, if they stay in their residence to practice all the time, their cultivation level cannot always improve. , but also to travel.

Wang Qingling is currently at the sixth level of Dan formation. She has now encountered a bottleneck and has been stuck at the sixth level of Dan formation. She plans to travel to the northern Xinjiang cultivation world for a while.

The family's power in the world of cultivating immortals in Northern Xinjiang is too weak. In addition, there is something that Wang Changsheng needs that can only be found in Northern Xinjiang.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a deafening roar high in the sky, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and a huge dark cloud suddenly appeared over Qinglian Island.

Wang Qingling glanced at where the dark clouds appeared, her face tightened, she jumped on Wu Que's back, and patted Wu Que's back with her jade hand.

With a clear cry, the bird spread its wings and flew high, towards where the dark clouds were.

Not long after, the crow stopped at the top of a steep mountain peak.

The peak is surrounded by dozens of towering peaks, and there are more than a dozen valleys of different sizes below.

Outside the valley stands a golden stone tablet more than ten feet high, with three large silver characters "Yujiao Valley" written on it, which is very conspicuous.

Boom!

There was a loud thunder, the dark clouds rolled violently, and thick silver arcs emerged.

Wang Qingling frowned. There was a python-like spirit beast that caused the thunder disaster of transforming into a dragon. If you survive this disaster, you can transform into a dragon.

The Wang family has cultivated a group of python-like spiritual beasts. A year ago, Wang Qingshan brought back the blood dragon fruit tree. Wang Qingling asked Wang Qingqi to refine the blood dragon fruit into a blood dragon pill and fed it to a second-level high-grade three-color python. Colored pythons have been cultivated for hundreds of years.

After taking two blood dragon pills, the three-color python fell into a deep sleep. Only one year has passed, and it has caused the thunder disaster of transforming into a dragon?

Wang Qingling was surprised and worried. The Bingfeng Jiao had taken the Dragon Transformation Pill and had been sleeping for many years before causing the Thunder Tribulation. She had a hunch that the three-color python would have a high chance of failing to transform into a dragon.

Amidst a huge thunder, a giant python more than ten feet long climbed out of a cave. The python's body was covered with three patterns of green, blue and red. It climbed to a towering ancient tree, its huge waist Some small branches were broken.

Boom!

The dark clouds rolled violently, and a silver lightning bolt as thick as an adult's arm struck down, striking the three-color python accurately.

The three-colored python let out a painful hiss, opened its bloody mouth, and spit out the snake, as if to express its dissatisfaction.

There was a loud thunder, a large piece of silver lightning struck down, and a dazzling silver lightning flooded the body of the three-color python.

Time passed little by little, and thick silver lightning struck down.

After a cup of tea, the dark clouds dispersed, the silver thunder light also dispersed, the three-color python disappeared without a trace, more than a dozen towering ancient trees disappeared, and the ground was scorched black.

Wang Qingling had a disappointed expression on her face and sighed lightly. It seemed that it was not that easy to cultivate a third-level dragon.

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Half a year passed quickly.

Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue sat opposite each other, with a purple flame and a blue flame blazing together, suspended between them.

Their faces were slightly pale, and they looked like they had consumed a lot of mana.

After a moment, a blue aura suddenly lit up in the flames.

Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue had a tacit understanding. At the same time, when the magic formula was withdrawn, the purple flames and blue flames dispersed, revealing a three-pointed two-edged sword about ten feet long. The colors of the three tips were different, respectively. Gold, blue and white colors.

The blade is five feet long, and the handle is dark blue with some exquisite patterns engraved on it. You can clearly see the five small golden characters of "Tahao Soul-Slaying Knife".

This Taihao Soul-Slaying Knife is a magic weapon jointly refined by Wang Changsheng and Ziyue Fairy. It is refined with various materials such as Haiyue Gold and Ten Thousand Years Ice Jade.

Wang Changsheng smiled happily, stood up, held the Taihao Soul-Slaying Sword, and injected mana into it. His body sank, and the Taihao Soul-Slaying Sword sank downwards. The handle fell heavily to the ground, and the stone bricks on the ground instantly broken.

Wang Changsheng took a deep breath and raised the Taihao Soul-Slaying Sword. The more mana he injected, the heavier the Taihao Soul-Slaying Sword became.

With this treasure in hand, Wang Changsheng can fight with people in close combat.

He withdrew his magic power, and the Taihao Soul-Cutting Sword became light and airy.

"Yes, I don't know the specific power of this treasure. I really want to find a chance to test its power."

Wang Changsheng said with a smile, his eyes filled with deep love.

Fairy Ziyue wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about this? Can't we just find a desert island and try it out?"

"Forget it, there's no point in experimenting on dead objects, Junior Sister Tian, ​​thank you very much. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have refined this treasure so quickly."

Wang Changsheng said gratefully that during this trip to the Divine Weapon Conference, he could be sure that Fairy Ziyue did have a good impression of him, but the senior brothers and sisters could not do this to Fairy Ziyue.

"It's just a piece of cake. Senior Brother Wang's skill in refining is no worse than mine. Even without my help, you can still refine this treasure if you spend a little more time."

Fairy Ziyue said modestly.

Wang Changsheng chuckled lightly and made no excuses. He was self-aware. Along the way, his colleagues gave him very little help. If Fairy Ziyue hadn't given her all her help, his weapon refining skills would not have improved so quickly.

This is why casual cultivators and children from small families want to join the great sect of cultivating immortals. There is a huge difference between being taught by the elders of the sect and trying to figure it out on your own.

"Junior sister Tian, ​​thank you for your hard work. Let's rest for two days and then leave Shenbing Island!"

Fairy Ziyue turned her beautiful eyes and said: "Senior Brother Wang, I heard that the scenery in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Fires is pretty good. I plan to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Fires and buy some unique refining materials in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Fires. You should go back first! I'll be later go back."

"I have nothing to do anyway, I'll go with you!"

Wang Changsheng took the initiative to ask for help. Fairy Ziyue had just helped him refine the magic weapon. How could he leave Fairy Ziyue and go back alone.

Fairy Ziyue smiled and nodded without refusing.

Two days later, Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue left Shenbing Island and flew towards the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Fires.