Rise of Qinglian

Chapter 1,702: The Taoist clan protects the Dharma, and the Immortal becomes a god.

Huang Fugui sacrificed three shining yellow flying knives, which turned into three yellow lights and disappeared into the group of beasts. The low-level monsters could not stop them at all. Wherever the three yellow lights passed, blood spattered and a large amount of The low-level monsters fell, and soon new monsters rushed up.

Wang Qiuming, Wang Xin, and Huang Fugui surrounded the snow mountain. Wang Ruyan was in the middle, and on the outside were Wang Rongxiang, Wang Rongting, Wang Rongfei, Wang Yinghao, Wang Jijun, Liu Xudong, and Wang Yingjie. Wang Qiuming and Wang Xin did not take action. They were mainly responsible for dealing with the fourth-order monsters. Beasts and low-level monsters can be given to Wang Rongxiang and seven people.

Wang Rongxiang, Wang Rongting, and Wang Rongfei held flutes, guzheng, and pipa respectively in their hands. Waves of sweet fairy sounds sounded, and three-color sound waves swept out. Monsters below the third level came into contact with the three-color sound waves, and suddenly fell to the ground, and their internal organs were all destroyed. Shattered.

Wang Yinghao and Wang Yingjie control the Five Elements Puppet Beast to attack low-level monsters.

This set of Five Elements Puppet Beast belongs to Wang Yingjie. He cannot control it alone and can only control it together with Wang Yinghao. They have practiced it many times before.

Colorful auras lit up and roars continued, and the low-level monsters could not stop the Five Elements Puppet Beast.

Wang Jijun pinched his sword skills, and seven flying swords with shining blue light flew out. After a blur, they turned into hundreds of identical blue flying swords and went straight towards the herd of beasts.

Wherever the blue flying sword passed, the low-level monsters turned into a rain of blood, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Liu Xudong flicked his sleeves, and a dozen fireball talismans flew out, turning into a dozen huge fireballs as big as houses, and hit the low-level monsters. The low-level monsters were hit by the huge fireballs, and they were wiped out. A large number of snowflakes melted. .

Countless green thorns suddenly sprouted from the snow-capped mountains, forming an airtight green cage that wrapped Wang Changsheng inside. The surface of the green cage was covered with sharp thorns and the top surface was flat.

Dots of blue light emerged in the void, and the Lin Turtle appeared. It and the wood demon were the last line of defense.

Wang Ruyan was a little surprised. She could not control the wood demon and the turtle. The wood demon and the turtle took the initiative to protect Wang Changsheng. It seemed that they were quite spiritual.

Time passed little by little, and there were a lot of these monsters, but not many high-level monsters. They were not under unified command, but fought independently. They were no match for Wang Yingjie and others, not to mention there was one who specialized in killing low-level monsters. Huang Fugui.

The fourth-level monsters watched from a distance, not daring to get close. Perhaps they were waiting for the opportunity to let the lower-level monsters consume the mana of Wang Yingjie and others.

The roaring sound continued, and the mana of Wang Rongxiang and others was flowing away rapidly. Wang Yingjie and Wang Yinghao were better off. They controlled the puppet beasts to fight the enemy, but their spiritual consciousness consumed a lot.

Two hours later, the snow was dyed blood red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The faces of the five Wang Rongxiangs were pale, their mana consumption was serious, and there were too many low-level monsters.

"Deploy a puppet array and use the puppet array to confront the enemy."

Wang Ruyan ordered.

The five Wang Rongxiangs each sacrificed two third-level puppet beasts, a total of fifteen third-level puppet beasts, and attacked the low-level monsters crazily.

After another two hours, almost all the low-level monsters were dead, and there were still more than a thousand monsters. The faces of Wang Yingjie and the seven others were pale. They were severely depleted in both mana and spiritual consciousness.

"You should go back to the formation and rest first! Meditate to restore your mana. There is still a tough battle to be fought!"

Wang Ruyan ordered, and Wang Yingjie and the seven others retreated to the formation.

Dozens of third-level monsters rushed over. Before they could get close, various spells were thrown at them.

Wang Xin's body surface glowed with golden light, and a burst of Sanskrit sounds came from his body. A mini dragon suddenly appeared on his body surface, and a deafening dragon roar sounded. The mini dragon flew out of the body and turned into a golden dragon that was more than a hundred feet long.

"The mighty Tianlong!"

The golden dragon went straight towards dozens of third-order monsters. The third-order monsters were hit by the golden dragon and were either dead or disabled. Their attacks hit the golden dragon, and there was a muffled sound of "bang bang".

A sharp bird song sounded, and dozens of third-order demon birds swooped down from high altitude.

Wang Qiuming snorted softly, pinched the magic formula, and countless golden lights emerged from the void. After a blur, it turned into a golden wheel with a diameter of a hundred feet. The golden wheel rotated rapidly, and a harsh sound of breaking through the air came from the void.

"go."

The golden round shot out and headed straight for the third-order demon bird.

He flicked his sleeves, and three golden rounds flew out. After a blur, their size skyrocketed, turning into three golden lights, and struck at dozens of third-order demon birds.

Huang Fugui controlled a small mountain-sized seal to hit three third-order monster beasts, smashing them to pieces, and then flew up and hit the third-order monster birds.

Dozens of third-level monsters were no match for them and were quickly killed by them.

Hoho!

After a burst of angry roars, hundreds of third-level monsters attacked from all directions.

Wang Ruyan's expression was indifferent, his fingers brushed against the strings of Tianhuan Pipa, and a blue sound wave swept out. With Wang Ruyan's Nascent Soul's perfect cultivation, it was no problem to deal with these low-level monsters.

The third-level monsters collided with the cyan sound wave, causing blood to flow from their orifices and their internal organs being shattered. Some third-level monsters reacted quickly enough to avoid the cyan sound wave.

A burst of "chichi" sound broke through the air, the blue cage shook violently, and countless sharp thorns flew out. Monsters and monsters were hit by the sharp thorns, and even if their skin was scratched, they would fall from the high altitude, and It turned into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the demon elixirs were melted away.

Wang Ruyan held the celestial pipa and kept playing. The fairy sounds burst out, and green sound waves continued to sweep out. The third-level monsters would be killed if they approached the snow-capped mountains within 500 feet.

As time passed, the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, spread farther and farther, and more monsters came. Fortunately, there were not many fourth-level monsters.

More than a dozen level four monsters swarmed up, each using different magical powers.

The snow suddenly shook violently, and countless snowflakes flew up, turning into a huge white light curtain, covering Wang Changsheng and others inside.

Wang Ruyan flew out, holding the celestial pipa in his arms, playing non-stop, making bursts of fairy sounds.

The fourth-level monsters are not easy to kill, and their reactions are fast enough, but they cannot get rid of the influence of the illusion. Wang Qiuming, Wang Xin and Huang Fugui assisted from the side. In less than a cup of tea, they stopped attacking Wang Ruyan and changed to And they attack each other and kill each other.

Under the interference of illusion, more than a dozen fourth-level monsters were unable to do anything to Wang Ruyan and others.

Eight days passed quickly. Wang Ruyan and others killed more than twenty fourth-level monsters. The aroma was not as strong as it was at the beginning, and the transformation of the flesh to sand was almost over.

Wang Ruyan floated on a blue cloud with an indifferent expression.

Wang Qiuming, Wang Xin and Huang Fugui surrounded her, Wang Yingjie and seven others guarded the ground, and Wood Demon and Lingui guarded the snow mountain, forming multiple protective circles.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged among the rocks, his eyes slightly closed.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure rushed out of his body, suddenly breaking through the blue cage.

He exuded an aura as vast as the vast sea, and suddenly entered the stage of becoming a god. His magic power and spiritual consciousness had improved a lot, and there were many black impurities on his body surface.

"Husband, congratulations on your advancement to the stage of becoming a god."

Wang Ruyan said happily.

"Congratulations to my grandfather (ancestor) for entering the stage of becoming a god!"

Wang Qiuming and others said in unison, with excited expressions. If they could return to Dongli Realm, the family would usher in glory and officially enter the ranks of the top ten immortal cultivating families in the South China Sea.

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