Rise of Qinglian

Wulong Sea Area, Qinglian Island.

A deafening dragon roar came from high in the sky, and a white dragon flew from the distant sky and flew into Qinglian Island.

The white dragon landed near Qinglian Peak, and Wang Changsheng and others jumped to the ground one after another.

"Qingqing, Haitang, you have worked hard this time. Just rest in peace and practice! You don't need to worry about other things."

Wang Changsheng said excitedly. On the way back, Ye Haitang took out a sea-suppressing order, which seemed to come from the spirit world.

Zhenhai Ling is a storage magic weapon. They hid a batch of precious things in Zhenhai Ling. Among them, Xuan Mizhu is the most precious, which can be used to refine the body's incarnation, as well as the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Yin Tree, Six Pure Roots Bamboo, thousand-year-old ironwood, spiritual nephrite, dragon scale fruit and other things that are very rare in the outside world.

If the six pure bamboos, dragon scale fruit, and spiritual nephrite are leaked out, it will definitely cause an uproar, especially the six pure bamboos, which are excellent materials for refining Buddhist treasures.

These things can greatly improve the strength of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, especially the Xuan Mizhu. Wang Changsheng can finally refine his external incarnation.

Wang Qingqing and the five others agreed in unison and went back to their respective homes.

Back at his residence, Wang Changsheng took out the Xuan Mizhu, his eyes fiery.

He calmed down his excitement, put away the Xuan Mizhu, and took out the Zhenhai Ling instead, looking a little weird.

He obtained the Zhenhai Sect's relics. The Zhenhai Sect's tokens were all ordinary tokens and could not store things at all, let alone transform into defensive robes or magic weapon-level defensive robes.

Even in Nanhai, which has the richest resources for cultivating immortals, Wang Changsheng has never seen anyone possess a magic weapon-level robe. Not only is this kind of robe expensive to make, but it is also extremely difficult to refine. There are only a handful of cultivators who have magic weapon-level robes.

"Zhenhai! Could it be that the ancestors of Zhenhai Sect established a sect in the spiritual world?"

Wang Changsheng made a bold guess. As far as he knew, the ten sects in the South China Sea either had god-transformation monks, or had combat prowess or secret skills comparable to the god-transformation stage. According to the records in the Zhenhai Sect's Scripture Pavilion, the Zhenhai Sect There was a god-transformation monk. This god-transformation monk only existed for a few hundred years. He went out to travel, and his natal soul lamp suddenly went out. The Zhenhai Sect could not find the body, so they could only accept the fact, but did not announce it to the outside world.

If the ancestors of Zhenhaizong founded a sect in the spiritual world, why would Zhenhaizong be destroyed?

Wang Changsheng thought that maybe the power of the interface was too powerful, and monks in the spiritual world could not easily go down to the lower realm, or that some kind of secret technique with many restrictions was needed before monks in the spiritual world could go down to the lower realm.

No matter what, the Zhenhai Ling is a rare treasure. Unfortunately, it can only be used as a storage magic weapon. No, it can also be used as a movable cave.

"The spiritual world! I really want to know what kind of world the spiritual world is."

Wang Changsheng was talking to himself, with a look of longing on his face.

He took a deep breath, put away the Zhenhai Ling, and took out a palm-sized silver sieve.

According to Ye Haitang's explanation, this sieve is from the storage ring of the alien race in the Nascent Soul stage. However, they have studied for a long time and have not discovered the secret of this sieve. One thing is certain, this sieve can absorb spiritual consciousness, and it seems to be necessary. It can only be opened by absorbing enough spiritual consciousness.

Wang Changsheng's spiritual consciousness was far better than that of ordinary mid-Nascent Soul monks. He tried to release his spiritual consciousness and attach it to the silver sieve.

The silver sieve suddenly lit up with countless mysterious runes, vaguely forming a mysterious magic circle. The magic circle produced a magical power that sucked away Wang Changsheng's consciousness.

After absorbing most of Wang Changsheng's consciousness, the silver magic circle bloomed with dazzling silver light.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wang Changsheng's forehead, absorbing most of his consciousness. He had not yet responded, and it seemed that he was going to continue.

Once the spiritual consciousness has been absorbed, it can be slowly restored by meditating and adjusting the breath, so there is no need to worry.

Ten breaths later, there was a sound of a mechanism, and the size of the silver sieve skyrocketed, flying into the air and spinning rapidly.

Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes, his pale face showing an expression of joy.

A lifelike image appears on the surface of the silver sieve. The image is the process of refining the weapon. This sieve records the refining methods of six kinds of magic weapons.

Wang Changsheng could not recognize the weapon refining materials in the image, but he only saw the weapon refining process and the final form of the magic weapon.

"Is this guy a weapon refiner?"

Wang Changsheng said to himself that the Xuan Mizhu and two items of weapon refining materials were placed in a jade box. His guess was reasonable.

Wang Changsheng shook his head and withdrew his consciousness. The aura of the silver sieve dimmed, returned to its original size, and fell to the ground with a muffled "ding-ding" sound.

The silver sieve feels light and has the same quality as a piece of tissue paper.

Wang Changsheng squeezed hard, and the silver sieve was unscathed.

It is indeed a treasure from the spiritual world, it is truly extraordinary.

From this, it can be inferred that the owner of the Zhenhai Order was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, but he was killed and his belongings were taken away. After several twists and turns, the things fell into Wang Changsheng's hands.

He put away the silver sieve and took out the Xuan Mizhu.

"Incarnation outside the body, I hope it can be successful this time."

Wang Changsheng took a deep breath and his eyes became fiery.

Even with the Xuan Mizhu in hand, he was not too sure. He had been promoted to the Yuanying stage for a hundred years, but he had not heard of any Yuanying monks having external incarnations. Over the past ten thousand years, less than three Nascent Soul cultivators have been able to possess external incarnations, which shows how difficult it is to refine external incarnations.

This also shows from the side that the external incarnation is precious. If you can refine the external incarnation, it will definitely be a big help.

He took out other materials and began to refine his external incarnation.

Wang Changsheng split a ray of distraction and injected a magic formula into the Xuan Mizhu. The Xuan Mizhu suddenly bloomed with soft blue light, sucking away the distraction.

He kept making secrets with his ten fingers, entering one after another, and the aura of the Xuan Mizhu increased greatly.

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In a quiet courtyard with green tiles, Ye Haitang was setting up a formation.

During her trip to Feixianxu, she got a Ten Thousand Years Ghost Tree. The Ten Thousand Years Ghost Tree was used to set up formations to assist her in her cultivation.

During her trip to the world of immortality in the Central Plains, she found out the real culprit who killed Ye Yutong, so she could rest assured to practice in seclusion and hit the Nascent Soul stage.

Ye Haitang looked serious, holding the formation pestle, and carved formation patterns one by one on the Wannian Guiyin wood.

Setting up the formation was not easy, and Ye Haitang was very patient.

Zhao Meier stood not far away, her face full of contentment.

Ye Haitang is in seclusion to enter the Nascent Soul stage, and she will return to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Order. She doesn't know when she will come out next.

"Deploy a few more formations. You are practicing Tianpin skills, so the movement caused by Jieying will be bigger."

Zhao Meier reminded her that Tianpin Cultivation Technique consumes more resources for cultivating immortals, and the noise caused by Jie Ying will be relatively large.

"Aren't you afraid that I will advance to the Nascent Soul stage? By then, it will be difficult for you to threaten me."

Ye Haitang said with a frown, looking a little strange.

"I wish you could advance to the stage of transformation into gods so that you can unlock the Tongsheng Curse. If it weren't for you, I would have a lot of places to go."

Zhao Meier sneered and said that she was now half a weapon spirit. If she and Ye Haitang hadn't exchanged the curse of coexistence, she would have died if something happened to Ye Haitang. In addition, she could not leave Wangui Ling for a long time. She would have died long ago. Leave Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang did not refute. No matter what Zhao Meier said, she would always be on guard against Zhao Meier. She must be on guard against others.

Even if it is the Wang family, those are the few people that Ye Haitang truly trusts.

After setting up the formation, Ye Haitang took Zhao Meier back to the Wangui Order and walked towards his residence.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and a large white thick fog appeared out of thin air, covering the courtyard where Ye Haitang lived.