Rise of Qinglian

Red Moon Sea Area, Green Carp Island.

More than a dozen green lotuses flew from high in the sky. A tall young man in a blue shirt and a graceful young woman in a blue skirt stood at the front. The young man in a blue shirt was called Wang Tianhai, who was in charge of Silver Snake Island. The young woman in a blue skirt was Wang Tianqing.

Wang Tianqing married into the Zhang family. Over the years, the Zhang and Wang families have become increasingly close. Whenever the Zhang family holds any celebration, the Wang family will send people to attend.

Today is the 100-day banquet of Wang Tianqing's seventh grandson. She sent someone to notify Wang Tianhai and invited him to Qingli Island as a guest for a small gathering.

Silver Snake Island is not very far from Qingli Island. Wang Tianhai has nothing to do, so he takes people to Qingli Island as a guest.

At this moment, a loud noise came from a certain peak full of exotic flowers and plants, and the entire peak shook violently.

Wang Tianqing was shocked and stopped. Wang Tianhai and others were stunned.

Wang Tianhai had been to Qingli Island many times. If he remembered correctly, Zhang Wuchen's cave seemed to be at the peak of the loud noise.

A group of monks flew in from a distance, headed by Zhang Zhiyang.

"No one is allowed to get close to Wuchen Peak, just do whatever you have to do."

Zhang Zhiyang shouted loudly.

Wang Tianqing didn't think much, and flew towards his cave with Wang Tianhai and others.

Wuchen Peak, there is a blue palace with blue bricks and glazed tiles on the top of the peak. The plaque reads "Wuchen Palace" in three characters. This is Zhang Wuchen's residence.

In a secret room of more than a hundred feet, Zhang Wuchen was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a ferocious look on his face and eyes full of joy.

Her aura was much stronger than before. After taking the spirit-replenishing pill, she replenished her lost spirit, retreated for a period of time, and successfully entered the middle stage of Yuanying.

"Senior Brother Du and Senior Sister Fang, I, Situ Mei, will definitely repay a hundredfold for the humiliation you have brought to me. I want the master to know that her choice is wrong, and that I am the best candidate for the master of the Sun and Moon Palace."

Zhang Wuchen said with a evil smile, his eyes full of resentment, and dots of silver light emerged behind her, suddenly turning into a silver full moon more than ten feet in size, exuding a sense of coolness.

Hundreds of years ago, Situ Mei and Fang Yue fought for the position of the Lord of the Moon Palace. Du Chang and Fang Yue teamed up to deal with Situ Mei, forcing Situ Mei to expose herself. However, she saved a trick and used secret methods to cultivate the second spirit. Chapter 1 The two gods rested on a rare treasure. Zhang Wuchen accidentally obtained this rare treasure and was snatched away by Situ Mei.

Situ Mei suddenly changed into Zhang Wuchen. If not, how could the Zhang family rise in hundreds of years, from a small family with three foundation-building monks to a cultivating family with three Nascent Soul monks? The competition in South China Sea is very fierce. Intense? Throughout the ages, countless immortal cultivating families have disappeared in the long river of history.

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Spring passed and autumn came, and three years passed quickly.

On Qinglian Island, Wang Qingling stood on a peak more than a thousand feet high, looking at a huge thundercloud high in the sky, smiling happily.

Under the huge thundercloud, there is a huge valley extending in all directions, and a giant purple python is hovering above a towering ancient tree.

The purple python's body is wrapped in palm-sized purple scales? There is a meat ball on its head that looks like a cockscomb, which is very weird.

It spit out thick and long snakes? Its eyes were full of fear.

There were rumbles of thunder from the thunder clouds? Lightning and thunder? Thunder snakes danced wildly.

"Boom!"

Along with a deafening thunder, a silver lightning bolt as thick as an adult's arm flew out of the huge thundercloud and accurately struck the purple python.

It let out a painful scream, and a bright silver thunder flooded the purple python.

The thunder continued, and thick silver lightning fell from the sky, striking at the purple python below.

Wang Qingling looked at the silver thunder light, with a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Roar!"

The ice wind dragon lying next to Wang Qingling let out a loud roar, seeming to cheer up the purple python.

Wang Qingling touched the Bingfeng Jiao's head, looked at the Bingfeng Jiao with a loving expression, and said, "Xiao Bai, it would be great if you could advance to the fourth level."

Wang Changsheng has told Wang Qingling to carefully cultivate the Ice Wind Jiao, and the family strongly supports her, which greatly reduces Wang Qingling's burden. It is indeed difficult for her to raise three third-level spirit beasts by herself.

In terms of combat power alone, the Double-Eyed Rat, the Gold-Swallowing Ant, and the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada are all no match for the Ice Wind Jiao. As for the Lin Turtle, in a real fight, it may not be the Ice Wind Jiao's opponent yet.

To put it bluntly, the Ice Wind Dragon is currently the most powerful spiritual beast in the Wang family. There is no one. Even the Thunder Phoenix, the spiritual bird that protects the clan, may not be the Ice Wind Dragon's opponent.

Lei Feng is already at the third level of middle grade. As a spiritual bird that protects the clan, the resources it obtains for cultivating immortals are not comparable to those of the Ice Wind Jiao.

Whether it is the Ice Wind Jiao or the Thunder Phoenix, once they advance to the fourth level, the Wang family will have one more Nascent Soul cultivator, which is of great significance.

After a cup of tea, the thunderclouds dissipated, and the towering ancient trees disappeared, replaced by a huge pit more than a thousand feet wide. There was a burst of heat in the pit, and the soil was black.

"Did you fail?"

Wang Qingling was a little disappointed. It was extremely difficult to transform a python into a dragon. If not for the secret technique of cultivating dragons from the Five Dragon Palace, the Wang family would not have cultivated multiple third-level dragons.

"Let's go! Xiaobai, let's go back! I hope there will be an extra third-level dragon next time."

Wang Qingling jumped on the back of the Ice Wind Dragon, and the Ice Wind Dragon flew towards Bailing Peak.

Qinglian Peak, Ziyueyuan.

In the weapon refining room, Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue sat opposite each other. Nine green flying swords were suspended in front of them. There was a green sword light about a foot long on the surface of the sword body.

The cyan flying sword is about three feet long. It is crystal clear and sparkles with bursts of cyan aura, as if it is made of cyan jade.

Each cyan flying sword was the same size, and they simultaneously emitted a clear sword sound, echoing each other.

"Success, Junior Sister Tian, ​​we succeeded and finally refined it."

Wang Changsheng was a little excited. Wang Qingshan used this set of flying swords to set up a sword array. Once trapped by the sword array, the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would be in trouble.

Fairy Ziyue wiped the sweat from her forehead, nodded and said, "It's not in vain that we have worked so hard for so long. Your nephew's strength will definitely increase greatly with this set of flying swords."

"Junior sister Tian, ​​you have a good rest first. I will send this set of flying swords to Qingshan. He will definitely be very happy."

Wang Changsheng said hello to Fairy Ziyue, rolled up his sleeves, put away the nine green glass swords, and hurried outside.

Fairy Ziyue smiled sweetly. If she hadn't known that Wang Qingshan was Wang Changsheng's nephew, Fairy Ziyue would have thought that Wang Qingshan was Wang Changsheng's biological son!

Every time Wang Changsheng refined a set of flying swords for Wang Qingshan, he was very excited, and he was even happier than having a set of magic weapons himself.