Rise of Qinglian

Time flies, thirty years passed quickly.

On the outskirts of the Immortal Burial Sea Area, hundreds of monks were fighting at high altitudes, with constant roars and various auras exploding in the high altitudes.

Wang Qingshan's expression was indifferent, and the nine green glass swords were flying around him, and the shadows of the swords were like light.

Wang Qingshan trained in Wanjianmen for thirty years, and used the fire of Qinglian industry to nourish the Qingli sword. The Qingli sword returned to normal. Dongli Realm mobilized a large number of masters to deal with the Tianlan Sect monks, and Wang Qingshan was transferred to the front line.

In the past, the Tianlan Sect would have mobilized three late-stage Nascent Soul monks to deal with Wang Qingshan, but with the burst of spiritual energy in the Immortal Burial Sea, the Tianlan Sect's retreat was cut off, and without reinforcements, wars frequently started in the Dongli Realm. The number of high-level monks in Tianlan Sect is constantly decreasing.

In the fiercest battle, a god-transformation monk from the Tianlan Sect was killed, and the body of a god-transformation monk was destroyed. Not long after, a royal family of the Dayan Dynasty in the Central Plains was exterminated, and several medium-sized sects were destroyed. Also, this is Tianlan Sect warning the god-transforming monks in Dongli Realm.

If the Dongli Realm wants to completely annihilate the God-Transformation monks in the Tianlan Realm, it will probably have to mobilize the God-Transformation monks in the entire interface. However, this is not realistic. The God-Transformation monks have disciples and descendants. If they are against the God-Transformation monks in the Tianlan Realm, The monks rushed to kill them all, and the god-transformation monks in the Tianlan Realm specialized in killing their disciples and descendants, killing every fish and breaking the net.

As a result, Dongli Realm temporarily retreated to the next best thing, mobilizing Yuanying monks and Danjie monks to fight with the Tianlan Sect monks, forcing the Tianlan Sect's God Transformation monks to bow their heads. In addition, the Hai Clan and Monster Clan drove The monsters rushed into the Immortal Burial Sea and killed the Tianlan Sect monks who were trapped in the Immortal Burial Sea. However, they did not achieve much success for the time being. The Immortal Burial Sea is a natural magnetic field, and monsters with too weak bodies cannot enter the Immortal Burial Sea. Deep in the Immortal Sea.

Opposite Wang Qingshan is Yan Zong.

Yan Zong held a long golden stick and shook it suddenly. A sound broke through the air, and the shadows of the heavy sticks appeared and hit Wang Qingshan with the force of Mount Tai.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword technique, and the nine green glass swords bloomed with dazzling green light. Densely packed green flying swords appeared out of thin air. There were thousands of them, facing the shadows of numerous sticks.

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded, and the heavy stick shadows were shattered by the dense cyan flying swords. Countless powerful air waves erupted, and the void shook and twisted.

The sword shadows all over the sky were blurred, merged into one, and turned into a green lotus that was one hundred feet in size. It spun around and flew towards Yan Zong.

The green lotus rotated rapidly, and there was a sound of breaking through the air that stung the eardrums. It produced a powerful airflow and turned into a green tornado more than a hundred feet high. A large amount of seawater was sucked into the green tornado, and the momentum was amazing.

Yan Zong's expression became solemn, and the long golden stick in his hand shook suddenly, and a golden gust of wind appeared out of thin air, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and struck the green tornado.

The golden wind collided with the blue tornado, and the void twisted and deformed, seeming to collapse.

Green light and golden light alternated, and the two spiritual lights were indistinguishable.

Wang Qingshan sneered, pinched the magic formula, and the green tornado suddenly exploded, and countless green flying swords flew out, hitting Yan Zong like a meteor shower.

At the same time, he flipped his palm, and the Xuanhuang Mirror appeared in his hand. The mirror lit up with a yellow light, and a thick yellow beam of light flew out, heading straight for Yan Zong.

There was a huge thunderous sound in the sky, and a huge thundercloud appeared over Yan Zong's head at some unknown time. Lightning flashed and thundered, and thousands of silver arcs surged like a river, endlessly and with astonishing momentum.

The high-level monks of the Tianlan Sect fought less and less, while the high-level monks of the Dongli Realm fought more and more. One and the other were declining. There were no other Nascent Soul monks to support the Yan Sect, and the other Nascent Soul monks were all entangled.

After a huge thunder sounded, hundreds of fist-thick silver lightnings pierced the sky and rushed straight towards Yan Zong.

Yan Zong's face became a little ugly. He quickly took out a small red umbrella and held it above his head. The red umbrella turned around and dropped a large red glow, covering his whole body. The umbrella in his hand The golden long stick shook suddenly, the sound of breaking wind became louder, and countless golden stick shadows swept out to meet him.

Boom!

There was a huge roar, and the four spiritual lights of gold, silver, green, and yellow were blazing together, the air waves were rolling, and there were ripples in the void like water ripples.

Yan Zong turned into a ray of light and flew towards the distance, with two fists unable to defeat the four hands. In recent years, the number of high-level monks from the barbarian tribe has become less and less. Who would have thought that not long after they took refuge in the Tianlan Realm, the Immortal Burial Sea Area would be destroyed. An explosive burst of spiritual energy.

"I want to leave! Leave the head as a sacrifice to my twelfth brother."

Wang Qingshan's cold and ruthless voice suddenly sounded, and a green sword dragon more than a hundred feet long flew towards him.

The thunderclouds in the sky were like swollen sea water, rolling violently, rumbling thunder sounded, and eighteen silver thunder dragons with thick waists flew out and pounced on Yan Zong below.

With a tiger in front and a wolf behind, Yan Zong could not avoid it. The long golden stick in his hand turned into numerous stick shadows and hit the eighteen silver thunder dragons.

Boom!

Along with a huge roar, eighteen silver thunder dragons were smashed into pieces, turning into a sea of ​​silver thunder for several miles.

The thundercloud rolled violently, and fist-sized silver thunderballs flew out and hit the silver sea of ​​thunder.

The area of ​​​​the silver thunder sea is getting larger and larger, and the dazzling thunder light makes people unable to open their eyes, and a faint scream can be heard.

The dense cyan flying swords submerged into the silver thunder sea, and there was a muffled sound of "ding-ding".

There was a loud noise, and the silver thunder sea suddenly exploded, revealing Yan Zong's figure.

The long golden stick in Yan Zong's hand broke, and his body was covered with blood. Nine green glass swords struck at his body, but he blocked them all.

He shouted loudly, his body rose more than a circle higher, and nine green glass swords flew out. At this moment, a green sword dragon more than a hundred feet long flew towards him.

Yan Zong couldn't avoid it. He moved his fists and dense red fist shadows flew out and hit the blue sword dragon.

The dense red fist shadows hit the blue sword dragon, making a "ding-ding" sound of metal colliding, and sparks flying everywhere.

The green sword dragon let out a roar, opened its bloody mouth, and a flying sword with green light flew out. It was the Green Lotus Sword. The Green Lotus Sword was wrapped in the green lotus karma fire and turned into a blue rainbow. Go to Yanzong.

Yan Zong turned over his hand and took out a huge gleaming red ax, and struck the cyan Changhong.

Keng!

There was a muffled sound, sparks flew everywhere, the red giant ax split into pieces, a cyan rainbow streaked across Yan Zong's neck, his head rolled down, and blood spurted out several feet high.

A mini Nascent Soul flew out from the corpse and flew high into the sky.

The green sword dragon suddenly exploded, and countless green sword energy shot out simultaneously, piercing the mini Nascent Soul.

From then on, there was no such person as Yan Zong in the world. The headless body fell into the sea water, dyeing a small area red.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath, took out a storage bag, and put away Yan Zong's head. He planned to use Yan Zong's head to sacrifice to Wang Qingjun.

Wang Mengbin flew over from a distance. His aura was weaker than Wang Qingshan's, and he suddenly entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

The two of them join forces, and Yan Zong is no match at all. The power of the thunder magic is so lethal that even the barbarians in the Nascent Soul stage cannot stand it.

Wang Mengbin flew towards Yan Zong's body and searched for the storage ring on his body.

As a huge bell rang, the fighting monks retreated in an orderly manner and covered each other. After this battle, Tianlan Sect lost more than a dozen high-level monks.