Rise of Qinglian

The silver rainbow suddenly stopped over the Qingzhu Valley. Bai Ling'er and other Nascent Soul stage monsters stopped one after another and looked to the sky with a look of caution on their faces.

They were worried that the other party would steal the fruits of their victory. If the other party did this, they really had no choice. After all, the god-transforming monks from the Eastern Wasteland Monster Clan had not reached the Thousand Gourd Realm, so no one would support them.

"Hey, this is Fellow Daoist Wang. We have been ordered to clear away the remnants of the Liu family. They have committed many evil deeds and aided the evil deeds. What do you do, Fellow Daoist Wang?"

Cheng Xiaotian let out a light sigh and stood up with a gloomy look.

The Qinglian Immortal couple both advanced to the stage of becoming gods, and Wang Qingshan's background was stronger than that of Cheng Xiaotian.

"It's nothing expensive. I saw someone fighting here. Let's see if we can help."

Wang Qingshan's tone was indifferent and he glanced at Bai Linger casually.

Bai Ling'er's beautiful eyes turned, she did not expect to meet Wang Qingshan.

"We don't need your help. We can deal with them. There is a sect called Xuanling Sect more than 10,000 miles east of here. If Fellow Daoist Wang goes there faster, he can still get a lot of treasures."

Cheng Xiaotian's tone was cold. He didn't mean well, but he just didn't want Wang Qingshan and others to steal the fruits of their victory.

Wang Qingshan nodded, pinched the magic formula, and the Qianguang Shadow Shuttle suddenly became brighter and flew high into the sky, quickly disappearing into the sky.

"Let's fight quickly. The large forces from Dongli Realm have arrived. If we want to plunder more resources for cultivating immortals, we must move quickly."

Cheng Xiaotian urged, his tone heavy.

For a moment, the beast roared loudly and exploded continuously.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, they resolved the battle and captured a group of Liu family monks.

In addition to the belongings accumulated by the Liu family for thousands of years, they learned a major piece of news from the captives. The Liu family was planning to go to a forbidden place to hunt for treasures, where there were spiritual objects that impacted the stage of becoming gods.

"Are you telling the truth? You're not lying to me!"

Cheng Xiaotian said with a cold face, looking at a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and sneered.

The middle-aged man's name is Liu Yunfeng, who has a third level of elixir formation. He is of higher seniority and his cultivation level is not high.

"Seniors have already searched for my soul. How dare I lie to you? That is the cave where Lord Kuang Feng lives. Our Liu family spent a lot of manpower and material resources to discover it. It is an independent space. Strictly speaking, it is Kuang Feng's cave. Zhenjun used a certain secret realm to transform it. There are many restrictions in it, and there are still many fourth-level monsters living there. The Nine-Yang Golden Glass Fruit Tree is there, and there are many fourth-order monsters guarding it. Our family is preparing to go treasure hunting. , I am responsible for preparing the formation."

Liu Yunfeng said cautiously, looking nervous.

"Master Guangfeng? How come we haven't heard of him?"

Bai Ling'er frowned and said, they attacked several strongholds and didn't get much information. They really didn't know who True Lord Guangfeng was.

"True Lord Kuangfeng was a god-transformation monk who was active twenty thousand years ago. At that time, he defeated both good and evil spirits. His transformation cave is very large. We haven't fully explored it yet. We just discovered the spiritual beast descendants of True Lord Kuangfeng. We I’m not sure it’s the cave where Lord Guangfeng sits, but there is indeed a Nine Sun Golden Glass Fruit Tree there.”

Liu Yunfeng said slowly.

"Nine Yang Golden Glass Fruit Tree, this kind of fruit tree grows in volcanic areas. It can only grow in places with abundant fire spiritual energy. It blooms for thousands of years, bears fruit for thousands of years, and matures after another thousand years. It is one of the few miracles that can assist immortal cultivators in reaching the stage of becoming gods. One of the consequences.”

Bai Ling'er explained the growth environment and characteristics of Jiuyang Jinli Fruit Tree like a treasure trove.

"This is our chance, Nine Yang Golden Glass Fruit Tree, haha."

Cheng Xiaotian laughed wildly and looked excited.

"In that case, let's leave early! To avoid a long night and many dreams."

Bai Linger urged.

They divided their forces into two groups, and Cheng Xiaotian and more than a dozen Nascent Soul Stage demon clansmen rushed to their destination with Liu Yunfeng.

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The Xuanling Sect has been inherited for more than a thousand years. Originally, the Xuanling Sect was just a small and unpopular sect. It was founded by Xuanlingzi, a casual cultivator in the Dan-Jie period, with only dozens of disciples. More than a thousand years ago, Zhao Qianfeng and other demons unexpectedly wandered into exile. He went to the Qianhu Realm and fought with the local forces in the Qianhu Realm, slowly occupying the Qianhu Realm.

In the decisive battle, Qianhu Zhenjun was seriously injured and fled without trace. Xuan Lingzi was an opportunist. Seeing the victory of the demon clan, he took his disciples to join the demon clan. To this day, there are four Nascent Souls in Xuanling Sect. There are tens of thousands of monks and disciples. The one with the highest cultivation level is Xuanling Zhenren, who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

During this period, a large number of spiritual cultivators appeared in the Qianhu world. They frequently attacked the major forces in the Qianhu world. The demons in the transformation stage seemed to be missing. They were leaderless and fighting on their own.

In the meeting hall, dozens of monks including Master Xuanling were discussing countermeasures.

"Elder Taishang, maybe the demon clan has been wiped out, and Qianhu Zhenjun has brought people to kill him. Let's do it anyway! It doesn't matter whoever is in charge of Qianhu Realm. If you surrender there early, you can still have a way to survive."

"What if Senior Zhao and others are safe? By then, we will definitely be the target of elimination. Let me see, wait and see what happens. It is not a good thing to surrender too early."

"You can't say that. Those who know the current affairs are heroes."

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Many elders hold different opinions, mainly divided into two factions. One faction advocates surrender, and the other advocates waiting to see what happens. No one wants to fight to the death. This is a fine tradition passed down by the founder of the Li sect. The Xuanling Sect monks do not have the courage to die together.

Master Xuanling frowned, and he hesitated a little. If it could be confirmed that Zhao Qianfeng and other god-transforming monks were dead, then it goes without saying that Xuanling Sect would immediately take refuge. Definitely being liquidated.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, and the alarm sounded loudly.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, Qianhu Zhenjun's men are coming to kill us."

Master Xuanling was shocked and said quickly: "Come out with me and take a look."

He turned into a ray of light and flew away through the air, followed closely by the other elders.

A sparkling shuttle floated high in the sky. Thousands of monks stood on the shuttle. It was Wang Qingshan and others.

"Later-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Master Xuanling was shocked. There were five Yuanying monks on the other side, and there were two late Yuanying monks, far more than Xuanling Sect.

"You have helped Zhou to commit evil and harm innocent people. Today, we will do justice for God."

Wang Qingshan said coldly that the major forces in the Qianhu Realm are naturally the die-hard henchmen of the Demon Clan. There is no doubt about this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qingshan shook his sleeves, and nine green glass swords flew out, hovering in the sky for a while, and suddenly turned into dense green flying swords, striking at the sect-protecting formation of Xuanling Sect.

The power of the complete set of spiritual treasures is so great that Xuanlingmen's sect-protecting formation cannot stop them at all.

There was a loud noise, and the Xuanlingmen's sect-protecting formation was instantly broken.

"Friend Taoist, please spare your life, Taoist friend, spare your life, we are willing to do whatever it takes."

Master Xuan Ling was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and begged for mercy without hesitation.

The opponent has a set of flying swords at the level of Lingbao. He is no match at all. He might as well join him. Maybe the Xuanling Sect can grow stronger because of it. Anyway, he has legs on his body. If he doesn't get what he wants, it won't be too late to turn against him.

Wang Qingshan originally planned to go on a killing spree, but after hearing these words, he was stunned.

Guangdong Ren and others were also stunned. If there was no need to fight, this would be a good thing. The Wang family mobilized thousands of monks. It seemed like a lot, but it was not much at all on one interface.

Master Xuanling flew over, bowed, and said in a flattering tone: "I, Master Xuanling, are willing to lead our sect. We have tens of thousands of disciples, and we are willing to be led by our fellow Taoists."