Rise of Qinglian

"Experience does not mean absolute, and the same goes for qualifications. Those monks with spiritual bodies who do not have rich experience have not yet advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. Wuling Sanren have five spiritual roots, so don't they also advance to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Wang Changsheng did not agree with Wang Qingling's statement and looked sad.

Wang Huasheng has failed, I hope Wang Mengbin succeeds!

Wang Mengbin does have more experience than Wang Huashang, but Wang Changsheng is not sure that Wang Mengbin will be able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

The rumbling thunder continued, and silver lightning poured down. The entire valley was flooded by the dazzling silver lightning. The ground shook violently, dust flew, several mountain peaks shook violently, and a large amount of gravel rolled from the stone walls. fall.

After a cup of tea, the thundercloud was still more than a hundred feet in size. In a huge roar, the thundercloud turned into a silver giant tiger more than thirty feet in size, swooped down from the sky, and plunged headlong into the sky. Visited Wang Mengbin’s cave.

Boom!

After an earth-shaking loud noise, the two mountain peaks suddenly exploded, turning into dust and thick smoke. The powerful air waves shook away countless flying sand and rocks.

As soon as these flying sand and rocks approached Wang Changsheng, who was three hundred feet away, they were blocked by an invisible force and could not move forward.

After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, the valley was flattened, and the Thunder Apricot Spirit Fruit Tree was also blasted to pieces by the thunder. Some silver wood chips were scattered on the ground, and the silver wood chips shone with a faint spiritual light.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingling and Ye Haitang flew into the valley, and their eyes swept around, looking for Wang Mengbin.

A large cloud of smoke and dust flew up from the ground, and Wang Mengbin crawled out of a mound. He was in ragged clothes, gray-haired, and looked a little embarrassed. His face was pale, his expression was excited, and he exuded a huge amount of spiritual pressure.

"Haha, I finally entered the Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Mengbin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. After hundreds of years of practice, he finally entered the Nascent Soul stage. Throughout the ages, how many monks have stopped using the Golden Pill?

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, and finally felt relieved. The more Nascent Soul cultivators in the family, the safer the family would be, and he could travel safely.

After a while, Wang Mengbin returned to normal. He calmed down his excitement, walked quickly to Wang Changsheng, bowed and said, "My grandson pays homage to our ancestors."

"Meng Bin, congratulations! Three blessings come to your door today."

Wang Changsheng said with a smile, and the Gold-Eating Ant Queen, the Double-Eyed Rat and Wang Mengbin advanced one after another.

Wang Mengbin was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "Three joys are coming to my door? Have my aunt and the others also advanced to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"That's not true. Qing Qing and Qing Jun are still in retreat. Hua Shao failed. Meng Bin, you have just given birth. Take good care of yourself and consolidate your cultivation. First, go to Qinglian Peak to practice. Meng Fen will send someone to help you rebuild the cave. of."

Wang Changsheng warned with a look of concern on his face.

Wang Mengbin responded and followed Wang Changsheng to fly towards Qinglian Peak.

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Donghuang, Taiyi Immortal Sect.

A secluded small courtyard with green tiles. There is a silver fruit tree more than ten feet high in the corner of the courtyard. The fruit trees are leafy and have dozens of light silver fruits hanging on them. Some silver leaves are scattered on the ground. The leaves are cut with sharp tools. , the edges are extremely smooth.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged under the fruit tree, staring closely at the silver fruit tree. The nine green glass swords moved slowly among the silver fruit trees. The speed was very slow. What was amazing was that the green glass sword did not touch a leaf or trunk.

He is practicing the sword formation, which he learned from the Taiyi Sword Wall.

After a while, Wang Qingshan's sword technique changed, and the nine green glass swords suddenly emitted a bright green light, scurrying up and down the silver fruit trees. There was a loud sound of breaking wind, accompanied by a loud sword chant, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and the sword light was like a rainbow. Lightning, looking from afar, nine green lights were flying around among the silver fruit trees.

The strange thing is that the nine green glass swords did not touch a leaf or the trunk.

Wang Qingshan's face was filled with joy, and with a pinch of his sword, nine rays of green light burst out with a loud sword chant, turning into nine rays of green light and flying towards him. The nine rays of green light were hovering above his head, and the void was distorted, as if to It was torn apart by nine rays of green light.

The speed of the nine green lights is getting faster and faster, leaving behind a series of afterimages, vaguely forming a mini cyan dragon, and the cyan dragon is running rampant.

After a while, Wang Qingshan's sword technique changed again. Nine rays of green light fell in front of him, turning into nine shining green flying swords. Each green glass sword released a loud sword chant, like a living creature. Generally, it keeps shaking.

"Let's call it the Wandering Dragon Sword Formation!"

Wang Qingshan's eyes showed deep joy and he said to himself.

It took him ten years to perfect this sword formation. This sword formation integrated offense and defense, which was far beyond the sword formations he had mastered before.

Sword cultivators of the same level are almost invincible. This is the consensus among the immortal cultivators. However, sword cultivators' defense is not strong and they are afraid of physical cultivators' close attacks.

This Wandering Dragon Sword Formation integrates offense and defense and is versatile. With the Green Lotus Sword as the formation's eye, it is more powerful. However, Wang Qingshan has not had the opportunity to test the power of the Wandering Dragon Sword Formation for the time being. This can only be seen through actual combat.

"It's not long since we got out, it's time to go back to Qinglian Island."

Wang Qingshan muttered to himself. With a pinch of his sword skills, the nine green glass swords turned into nine rays of green light and disappeared into his sleeves.

Wang Qingshan stood up and walked out. Three cunning heads were lying at the door of the courtyard. They were currently at the third level of middle grade.

He pursues the art of swordsmanship and is not interested in cultivating the Three-Shou Cunning. To him, the Three-Shou Cunning is just for transportation. He is not Wang Qingling and regards spiritual beasts as everything.

Wang Qingshan jumped on Sanshou Jiao's back, clamped Sanshou Jiao's abdomen with his legs, and San Shou Jiao let out a deep roar and flew high into the sky.

On the road, he met many disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect. They stopped one after another and made way for them. Wang Qingshan nodded and said nothing.

A quarter of an hour later, the three cunning figures appeared outside a vast green bamboo forest. Looking around, the spiritual bamboos in the bamboo forest were more than a hundred feet high. Outside the bamboo forest stood a three-foot-high blue stone tablet. On the stone tablet was engraved " "Xiaoyao Forest" are three golden characters. This is the cave of Xiaoyao Sword Master.

As soon as Wang Qingshan landed, the voice of Sword Master Xiaoyao suddenly sounded: "It's taken me so long to understand a set of sword formations. Come in! I have something to say to you, master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green spirit bamboo moved quickly to make way for a passage, and Wang Qingshan strode in.

Not long after, he appeared in front of a simple green bamboo building. The interior of the bamboo building was simply decorated. Xiaoyao Sword Master was lying on a bamboo raft, holding a green gourd in his hand. His face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol. .

"Disciple pays homage to master."

Wang Qingshan quickly walked up to Xiaoyao Sword Master and bowed in salute.

"What's the name of the sword formation you understood? It actually took ten years."

Xiaoyao Sword Master poured a sip of spirit wine into his mouth and asked casually.

"The Wandering Dragon Sword Formation, after ten years, the disciple has finally perfected this sword formation."

Wang Qingshan's face was full of joy. To be honest, ten years is not a long time to perfect a sword formation. It would even take thousands of years to perfect a set of skills.