Rise of Qinglian

Thousand Gourd Realm, Zhongming Mountain Range, and the Secret Realm of Wild Wind.

A ray of cyan light appeared in the distant sky, flying quickly towards the depths of the Zhongming Mountain Range.

"Who is this? This is an important place for our Wang family. No one can stop here."

A powerful man's voice suddenly sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Huayang flew out from the depths of the mountains with a group of monks.

The green light faded away, revealing a sparkling green lotus seat, with Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan standing on it.

"I don't know that my grandson is far away to greet us when our ancestors arrive."

Wang Huayang quickly bowed and saluted with a respectful expression.

"I don't have to give up the false courtesy. How about it? Is there any news about Qingshan?"

Wang Changsheng asked about the news about Wang Qingshan.

"Not yet. Ancestor Qingqing is still leading people to search. We have never given up."

Wang Huayang said truthfully, they have been looking for him for decades, but unfortunately there is no news about Wang Qingshan.

"You guys get busy!"

Wang Changsheng nodded, pinched the magic formula, and the Green Lotus Dharma Seat turned into a ray of green light and flew deep into the mountains.

Within the secret realm of the violent wind, there is a vast and boundless yellow desert, with violent winds reaching the sky and the earth, and smoke and dust flying all over the sky.

Wang Qingqing stood in the void out of thin air, holding a light cyan Dharma plate in her hand. There were several light spots on the surface of the Dharma plate.

A group of monks stood on top of a white cloud more than a hundred feet in size, looking respectful.

Most of the monks she sent in were dead, and no one could come out alive, let alone spread the news.

"Qingqing, thank you for your hard work."

A gentle man's voice suddenly sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan flew from the distant sky and landed in front of Wang Qingqing.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

Wang Qingqing said happily.

"Your seventh brother has been missing for many years, and we are worried. We have obtained a set of fifth-level formations, and we may have a chance to rescue Qingshan."

Wang Ruyan's voice was heavy.

If Wang Qingshan is rescued, they can safely follow the weapon spirit and try to ascend to the spirit world.

Wang Changsheng flicked his sleeves, and hundreds of gleaming array flags and a dozen array disks flew out. The array flags turned around, turned into hundreds of auras, and disappeared into the ground.

He arranged the formation and inserted several spells into the formation.

There was a muffled sound from the bottom of the desert, violent shaking, and countless yellow gravels flew high into the sky.

A dazzling white light pillar rose into the sky and sank into the void where the space node was located.

Time passed little by little, and Wang Changsheng stared at the void with a heavy heart.

An hour later, the array plate in Wang Changsheng's hand suddenly lit up and made a harsh scream.

He took out the Sky-Breaking Spirit-Slashing Blade and slashed it into the void of a certain space node. A harsh knife sound sounded, and a silver rainbow flew out and hit a space node. There was a ripple in the space node, and suddenly A gap several feet wide appeared, and an old man in green robes who was over seventy years old flew out of it. The old man in green robes had a pale face and bloodless face.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, how are you? Have you met my seventh brother?"

Wang Qingqing asked impatiently.

"No, it was a dead space. I didn't meet any monks, not a single living thing. My mana slowly passed away and was out of control at all."

The old man in green robe had a weak tone and looked very weak.

"Little friend Sun, if you are interested, you should adjust your breath first!"

Wang Changsheng said warmly and threw a blue porcelain vase to the old man in green robe.

The old man in green robe thanked him, took the green porcelain bottle, took the elixir, and meditated to adjust his breathing.

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A steep green mountain peak, from time to time there were loud explosions and flames shooting into the sky.

Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er teamed up to besiege a two-headed giant lion that was about 10 feet tall. The giant lion's body was covered with red down, and there were red scales on its head. A pair of huge fleshy wings flapped constantly, making waves. Strong wind.

Its whole body was wrapped in rolling flames, its surface was scarred, and there were more than a dozen huge potholes on the ground.

One of its heads spewed out billowing flames, and one of its heads spewed out more than a dozen thick silver lightning bolts.

Hundreds of feet away, a fruit tree more than ten feet tall stood proudly on the top of the mountain. The leaves were red and the trunk was golden. Five pale golden fruits hung on the tree. There were nine red lines on the surface of the fruit, emitting... There was a strange fragrance, it was the Nine Yang Golden Glass Fruit Tree.

"Why fight to the end! Surrender to us!"

Bai Ling'er's voice is gentle, which makes people feel good after listening to it.

The two-headed giant lion's eyes dulled, and the flames on its body were greatly reduced.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Qingshan pinched his sword skills, and the nine green glass swords suddenly made a harsh sword sound, and instantly merged into one, turning into a green giant sword that held up the sky, exuding a terrifying momentum, and fell from the sky. , slashing towards the two-headed giant lion.

A cry of extreme pain rang out, and the two-headed giant lion was cut in half by the giant sword holding up the sky.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword technique, the sky-high sword turned into a ray of green light and flew back to his sleeve where it disappeared.

"Hehe, I got it, Nine Sun Golden Glass Fruit. It seems that the Nine Sun Golden Glass Fruit tree outside was brought out from here, maybe by the monks who built the ancient altar."

Bai Ling'er said as she walked towards the Jiuyang Golden Glass Fruit Tree.

"Maybe! With the Jiuyang Golden Glass Fruit, I plan to hit the divine transformation stage here. What are your plans?"

Wang Qingshan asked casually, he was already at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and with the Nine-Yang Golden Glass Fruit, he could try to reach the stage of becoming a god.

"I don't have any plans for the time being. Let's stay here for now!"

Bai Ling'er chuckled.

At this time, a yellow ray of light flew from a distance and landed in front of Wang Qingshan. It was Shi Ling.

There were originally two fourth-level high-grade Thunder Fire Lions here. Shi Ling diverted one, while Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er dealt with the other, dividing and annihilating them.

Shi Ling released his palm, revealing a silver and red demon pill.

"Well done."

Wang Qingshan praised and put away the demon pill.

Bai Ling'er picked five Nine-Yang Golden Glass Fruits and kept the fruit trees. After all, she didn't know if she could leave this place. It wouldn't be too late to transplant them if she could.

She gave Wang Qingshan three Nine Sun Golden Glass Fruits. Wang Qingshan accepted them without saying anything.

The two of them jumped on Shi Ling's shoulders, and Shi Ling strode towards the distance.

An hour later, Shi Ling appeared in a giant valley extending in all directions. There were two cave entrances about ten feet in size.

The spiritual energy here is abundant. Wang Qingshan plans to attack the God Transformation Stage here. People will move living things and trees will move dead. Since he cannot leave here, he might as well practice with peace of mind and attack the God Transformation Stage with all his strength.

Maybe after entering the Divine Transformation Stage, Wang Qingshan will hopefully leave this place.

"I'm going into seclusion to attack the transformation stage, you can do whatever you want!"

After Wang Qingshan said this, he strode towards a cave.

The cave is not big, and you will reach the end after walking for more than a hundred steps.

Wang Qingshan deployed three sets of fourth-order formations and sat down cross-legged.

"I hope to get out of trouble as soon as possible and return to the family. Uncle Ninth and Aunt Nine must be anxious to death."

Wang Qingshan talked to himself, sighed, and closed his eyes.

Soon, Wang Qingshan's whole body was enveloped in a soft green glow, the sound of swords roared loudly, and dots of green light emerged, turning into green flying swords.