Rise of Qinglian

Time flies, ten years passed quickly.

South China Sea, frontline.

Tens of thousands of monks were fighting, with constant roars and various magic auras lighting up one after another.

From time to time, monks were killed and their bodies fell into the sea, staining a large area of ​​sea water red.

Wang Rongfei, Wang Rongxiang, and Wang Rongting were covered by a blue, red, and blue light curtain, and a three-color bead as big as a dragon's eye floated above their heads.

The three of them were holding a blue jade flute, a red pipa and a blue guzheng in their hands respectively. They practiced music and temperament skills, and Wang Ruyan gave them many instructions.

Opposite them were four men wearing uniform blue shirts. The four of them were monks from the Dongli Realm. Masters from the Tianlan Realm came to kill them. They could either surrender to the Tianlan Realm or die. At the moment of life and death, they chose Survive, serve as a pawn, and serve the Tianlan Realm.

The sound of flute, pipa and guzheng continued. The four people looked a little dazed and their faces turned red.

A burly middle-aged man had a cold look on his face. He turned over his hand and took out a shining golden bead. The golden bead emitted an astonishing wave of spiritual energy. It was obviously a magic weapon.

The golden ball flew out and turned into a golden light and went straight to the opposite side.

At this moment, a three-foot-tall five-color shield fell from the sky and blocked Wang Rongfei and the others.

Boom!

A golden sun with a diameter of a hundred feet lit up high in the sky, emitting astonishing high temperatures and rolling heat waves.

Taking this opportunity, the four middle-aged men planned to retreat. A white talisman fell from the sky and suddenly exploded. A strange cold power surged out. The escape speed of the four men was greatly reduced, and they all added defense to themselves. .

At this moment, after a burst of rapid flute sound, three sound waves of green, red, and blue swept over.

The two Danjie monks let out a scream, covered their chests with their hands, and quickly fell towards the seabed with dull eyes.

At the same time, two three-foot-long golden giant eagle puppet beasts came from the left and right sides. Their sickle-like claws hit the middle-aged man's body-protecting aura. The body-protecting aura was like paper and shattered instantly with a sound. After screaming, the middle-aged man's head was grabbed by the golden eagle and smashed to pieces.

Before the three corpses fell into the sea, a green net bag flew over, held the corpses, and flew back to Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie's face was full of smiles. His personal strength was not very strong, but he had help from his fellow clansmen and was not fighting alone. He had been on the front line for ten years and had experienced hundreds of battles.

During this period, the Wang family lost four pill-forming monks and seriously injured five others. The set of puppet beasts that Wang Yingjie exchanged previously played a major role, but he could not control five third-order puppet beasts alone, and could only control two third-order puppet beasts. , to assist fellow tribesmen in killing their enemies.

Wang Yingjie skillfully searched for the belongings on the corpse and put the corpse into the spirit beast bead.

At this moment, a sound pierced the air suddenly sounded, and it instantly arrived in front of Wang Yingjie.

"Wang Daoyou, be careful."

A female voice like a silver bell suddenly sounded, and a blue water column more than a hundred feet high suddenly rose from the sea, blocking Wang Yingjie's face.

With a muffled sound, the blue water column split into two, and a short red blade appeared in front of Wang Yingjie, about to cut Wang Yingjie in half.

Wang Yingjie's body surface lit up with countless five-color runes, turning into a thick five-color light curtain, protecting his whole body.

The red short blade hit the five-color light curtain, and there was a muffled sound. A blue sound wave flew past, and the red short blade flew out.

Wang Yingjie turned to look at a girl in a blue dress who had some baby fat, nodded and said, "Thank you, Fairy Chen."

The girl in the blue dress has fair skin and facial features like a porcelain doll, pretty and cute.

Chen Yunzhi, a disciple of Sihaimen, was seriously injured during a fight. Wang Yingjie rescued her. For this reason, Wang Yingjie was also slightly injured.

Wang Yingjie is a descendant of Bailing Fairy. He has never married and has a firm Taoist heart.

With a life-saving grace, a distinguished background, and a firm Taoist heart, Wang Yingjie was a good candidate for a Taoist companion. From then on, Chen Yunzhi and Wang Yingjie became very close.

Chen Yunzhi smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, it's just a little effort."

A huge dragon roar sounded, and the warring parties retreated in an orderly manner to collect the bodies of their companions.

After a cup of tea, Wang Yingjie and others returned to their respective homes.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, stay here. I have something to tell you."

Chen Yunzhi stopped Wang Yingjie with a shy look on his face.

Wang Yingjie stopped and turned to look at Chen Yunzhi, confused.

"Senior Sister Lin is hosting a banquet for fellow disciples tonight. Do you want to come with me?"

Chen Yunzhi looked nervous and full of expectation.

After years of fighting side by side, she fell in love without knowing it and fell in love with Wang Yingjie.

Wang Yingjie frowned slightly and asked him to say: "No, I still have things to do, next time!"

He knew Chen Yunzhi's intentions, but he didn't want to delay Chen Yunzhi.

The Five Spiritual Root cultivators in the clan got married early. Because of their Five Spiritual Roots qualifications, which were recognized as useless qualifications in the world of immortality, Wang Yingjie refused to accept his fate. He firmly believed that man can conquer heaven, and all the Five Spiritual Sans of the overseas Five Immortals could advance to the Nascent Soul stage. Why can't he? Why should Five Spiritual Root monks be used as fertility machines?

Wang Yingjie has been very self-disciplined since he was a child, and he has devoted himself to the Tao. Along the way, there are countless beautiful female monks who have shown favor to him, and Wang Yingjie's heart has been moved.

He knew very well that with his qualifications of the Five Spiritual Roots, it would be good if he could maintain his own cultivation. He didn't care about other people. If he got married, he couldn't let his Taoist companion fully support his cultivation! If you have children, you can’t just ignore them!

He has five spiritual roots and needs a lot of resources for cultivating immortals. He can form elixirs and Wang Qingling has contributed a lot. However, if he wants to form a baby, he can only rely on himself. Wang Qingling cannot help him. The clan is waiting for the result of forming a baby. There are too many Dan monks.

Throughout the world of cultivating immortals, most of the monks who get married and have children are those with three spiritual roots. These monks have either mastered a skill, have advanced cultivation, or have a prominent background. Having children with five spiritual roots seriously hinders their own cultivation. To put it more seriously, It means cutting off one’s own path.

If he wanted to get married, Wang Yingjie would already have a group of wives and concubines. He would do things for the family in exchange for good deeds, exchange good deeds for immortality resources, practice in seclusion, and go out to do things for the family in exchange for good deeds. Wang Yingjie had repeated this for hundreds of years, just to be able to walk on the road. further.

Wang Yingjie doesn't want to hurt others, nor does he want to be hurt by others. He just wants to practice hard, advance to the Nascent Soul stage, honor his ancestors, and make his deceased parents smile. At that time, he can loudly tell those who once laughed at him that man can conquer nature. Qualification does not mean absolute.

After hearing this, Chen Yunzhi looked a little disappointed. She sent many invitations to Wang Yingjie, but Wang Yingjie refused each time.

"Fairy Chen, we are different, you should find a good husband!"

Wang Yingjie sighed softly and suggested.

Chen Yunzhi bit her red lips tightly and asked seriously: "Am I too bad? Or do you have a special hobby?"

Wang Yingjie took a deep breath, with a look of reminiscence on his face, and said: "When I was very young, my uncle advised me to get married early. Anyway, my qualifications are poor and there is no hope of building a foundation. I might as well enjoy it. Have you experienced that kind of everything?" Do you feel like you are incompetent? My ancestors have been in the Qi-refining stage for several generations. Everyone thinks that I should get married and have children as soon as possible and repeat my father's life. But I refuse to accept my fate. Until today, you know I have eaten How much suffering? How many sins have you suffered?"

"Getting married will not affect your path. You can also practice cultivation after you get married."

Chen Yunzhi curled his lips and whispered.

"I think it will have an impact. I will not consider the personal relationship between my children before we have a baby."

Wang Yingjie's eyes were firm.

Chen Yunzhi pondered for a while and then said, "I can wait for you to have a baby. Can you accompany me to the banquet?"

Her eyes were full of expectation. As long as Wang Yingjie was willing to attend the banquet, he would give her a chance and she would dare to wait.

"It's just this once, it won't happen again."

Wang Yingjie hesitated for a moment and said this.

The words have come to this point, and if he refuses again, it will be hurtful.

After hearing this, Chen Yunzhi's face turned into a peach blossom, and she nodded in agreement.