Rise of Qinglian

Jin Jing Sanren only felt that a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly appeared in a green forest with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

Looking around, you can see towering ancient trees that are more than a hundred feet high, with lush branches and leaves. The huge crowns block a lot of sunlight, and the fallen leaves on the ground are many feet thick.

Birds perched on the tree trunks and sang happily.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and countless leaves were blown up by the strong wind, turning into sharp blades and hitting Jinjing Sanren.

Jin Jing Sanren frowned, pinched the magic formula, and a large number of golden flames emerged from the sun mirror, and golden fireballs as big as water tanks flew out.

Boom!

A series of explosions sounded, golden flames splashed in all directions, and the towering ancient trees ignited into raging fires, leaving no residue behind.

The fire quickly spread, flames shot into the sky, and towering ancient trees were burned down.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a ten-mile radius was covered in blackness, and the fire continued to expand.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew.

The towering ancient tree shook violently, and countless green leaves fell down, turning into sharp blades and slashing towards the golden flames.

After a roar, the golden flames disappeared one after another.

There was a muffled sound from the ground, and green seedlings emerged from the ground and quickly grew into towering trees more than a hundred feet tall.

Hundreds of towering ancient trees shook violently, and countless green leaves flew out, gathered together, and turned into a green lotus flower more than ten feet long. The green lotus flower quickly rotated, and countless green sword energy flew past. Come out and slash at Jin Jing Sanren.

At first, there was a blue lotus, but soon, the second green lotus appeared quickly, and the third and fourth...

Blue lotuses appeared in the sky one after another. Each green lotus rotated rapidly, and countless green sword energy flew out.

Boom!

A series of roars sounded, and the green sword energy hit the open space, immediately exploding a huge crater more than ten feet wide.

As the number of blue lotuses increased, the attacks became sharper and Jin Jingsan's face became more and more ugly. This sword formation was very tricky. If he kept his hand, he might be in danger of his life.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and a palm-sized golden ball flew out. After a round of rotation, thousands of golden rays of light flew out, and the entire space shook violently.

"Break it for me."

Jin Jing Sanren shouted loudly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was submerged into the sun mirror.

The sun mirror lit up countless golden runes, and sprayed out a golden fire pillar with a diameter of five feet, hitting the ground.

Boom!

The whole space shook violently, and not long after, Jin Jing Sanren felt his eyes blurred, suddenly appeared in the void thousands of feet high, and returned to reality.

Nine green flying swords flew in all directions, with some small cracks on the swords.

This set of flying swords was used by Wang Qingshan during the Dan Formation stage. When he reached the Nascent Soul stage, this set of flying swords was no longer enough.

Jinjing Sanren knew very well that there were many reasons why he was able to break Wang Qingshan's sword formation. First, the quality of the flying swords used to arrange the sword formation was not very good; second, the ancient treasure Jin Yaozhu played an important role; third, Wang Qingshan Let the water go, but Wang Qingshan won't. If he wants to break the sword formation, he still has to spend a lot of effort.

"Fellow Daoist Jin is profound in his Taoism. Wang admires it. I think it's a tie! What do you think of Daoist Jin?"

Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

The quality of this set of flying swords was not good, and it was unrealistic to use it to kill the Jin Jing San people. He also didn't want to get too stiff with the Jin Jing San people.

"Okay, but there must be a result in this matter, so let's do it! Let's send three Danjie monks each to compete. We have no eyes for fists and kicks. Let's send monks below the fourth level of Danjie to compete!"

Jinjing Sanren suggested that if he continued to fight, he might really lose. Let three monks below the fourth level of pill formation compete with each other. The puppet beasts of the Wang family would not be able to play much of a role.

"No need to go to such trouble, one is enough."

Wang Qingshan smiled calmly, Wang Changjie practiced the Earthly Skills. Wang Qingshan had taught Wang Changjie for a while and regarded it as a training.

Jin Jing Sanren thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, one person only, Ruoying, you can compete with the juniors of Wang Daoyou."

A young girl wearing blue palace clothes flew out. Her facial features were gorgeous, her skin was as white as snow, there was a hint of heroism between her eyebrows that was less than that of a woman, she had the cultivation of the second level of pill formation, and she carried two blue flying swords on her back. .

"Uncle Changjie, go ahead!"

Wang Qingshan ordered.

Wang Changjie agreed and flew out.

At the beginning of the competition, the girl in the blue skirt shrugged her shoulders, and two two-foot-long blue flying swords flew out from the scabbard. With a slight shake, hundreds of identical blue flying swords suddenly appeared in the void and turned into one. A blue torrent rushed to the opposite side.

The blue torrent was like a flood, making a loud roar wherever it passed.

Wang Changjie flicked his wrist, and six dazzling red lights flew out. They were six three-foot-long red flying swords with astonishing aura.

The family has a nine-turn divine-forging technique, which can only be practiced by taking the divine-forging pill. Wang Changjie is very lucky. He was born in the best era of his family, and the techniques, elixirs, and magic weapons are all top choices.

He is currently at the second level of Dan formation, and his spiritual consciousness is comparable to the sixth level of Dan formation. This set of red fire swords was refined by Wang Qingqing himself.

With a pinch of Wang Changjie's sword skills, the six red fire swords suddenly glowed red and turned into six red disks several feet in size. The red disks rotated rapidly, creating a powerful airflow.

The red light flashed, and each of the six red disks ejected a thick red fire light, hitting the incoming blue flying sword. At the same time, the six red disks turned into six red lights and hit the opposite side.

Boom!

After a series of roaring sounds, most of the hundreds of blue flying swords dispersed. Two blue flying swords flew back to the girl in the blue skirt. The six-sided red disk had already arrived in front of the girl in the blue skirt.

The sound of swords sounded, and countless red sword energy swept out and struck the girl in blue skirt.

After a muffled crackling sound, the girl in blue skirt flew backwards. There were several gaps on the two flying swords.

The six-sided red disk circled and continued to fly towards the girl in the blue dress. Before it could get close, six thick red flames shot out, instantly engulfing the body of the girl in the blue dress.

"Stop, we surrender."

Jin Jing Sanren shouted loudly, shook his sleeves, a strong wind blew up, and the flames covering the girl in the blue skirt collapsed.

If he continues to fight, his disciples will not have much chance of winning, so there is no need to continue the fight.

The Wang family monks were so wealthy that a second-level pill-forming monk actually had a set of flying swords, not two or three, but six. His disciples were obviously no match for him.

"I accept it, Fellow Daoist Jin."

"Father is willing to admit defeat. You can handle it however you like."

Jin Jing Sanren waved his sleeves and left with his disciples.