Rise of Qinglian

Wang Changsheng did not object. If he could not meet other sect members, he could only cooperate with Zheng Qiuyue and strive to get the 70,000-year-old Nine Thunder Bamboo.

"The old monster from the Wanling Sect actually sent a clone in. If you encounter this person again, you must be more careful."

Wang Ruyan's face was solemn, even if it was a clone, it was far from being comparable to ordinary gods.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Mu Yuyan and said nothing. Mu Yuyan was able to escape from the clone of the old monster. She was definitely not an ordinary god-transforming monk. Maybe it was the clone of a certain Void Refining monk in Zhenhai Palace. If it was the clone of a merged monk, The clone directly leads them.

After leaving the underground cave, Zheng Qiuyue used a flying shuttle with red light that kept flowing, and entered a magic formula. The red flying shuttle grew to more than a hundred feet long.

The monks jumped up one after another. Zheng Qiuyue pinched the magic formula, and the red shuttle's spiritual light surged, turning into a red rainbow and flying high into the sky.

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A green mountain range stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, and a long and narrow valley.

Zhao Hong and other five god-transforming monks gathered together. Zhao Hong frowned. He had been waiting for several months, but only one of his fellow disciples arrived. It seemed that most of his other fellow disciples had died.

"Senior Brother Zhao, do you want to continue waiting?"

Sun Yan frowned, her eyes filled with sadness.

The five of them alone are no match for the three sixth-level monsters. It is absolutely impossible to snatch the Xuantian Immortal Fruit in front of the three sixth-order monsters.

"We can only wait. If it doesn't work, forget it. The five of us are no match for three sixth-order monsters."

Zhao Hong shook his head and said that he was not arrogant enough to rely on five people to snatch the Xuantian Immortal Fruit from the mouths of three sixth-level monsters.

Zhao Hong's face suddenly turned cold, and he punched the void with his right fist. There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a blue fist shadow hundreds of feet tall flew out and hit a corner.

There was a loud rumble, the ground was torn apart, and dust was flying.

A large pale golden tree emerged from the ground, and six rays of light flew from a distance at extremely fast speeds.

The giant golden tree is golden in color, with lush branches and leaves, and a huge crown.

"Be careful, the enemy is coming."

Zhao Hong's expression changed and he hurriedly warned.

They sacrificed their treasures one after another, their faces full of wariness.

The six rays of light stopped, and the leader was a nine-foot-tall young man in a golden shirt. His facial features were straight and fair, and his eyes vaguely reflected a burst of golden light. Judging from the fluctuations in his magic power, he was clearly a monk of the Great Perfection of God Transformation.

"Yan Linlang, it's you."

Zhao Hong recognized the young man in gold shirt with a solemn expression.

Yan Linlang was born in the Xuanqing sect and has been famous for many years.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, what a coincidence! Are you waiting for us?"

Yan Linlang narrowed her eyes and asked.

"We are waiting for disciples, what advice does Fellow Daoist Yan have?"

Zhao Hong's tone was cold.

"I don't have any advice. You have been here for at least a few days! It seems that you have discovered something extraordinary. The five of you are not sure if you join forces. Let me guess, is it a ten-year-old elixir? Or is it a treasure of heaven and earth?"

Yan Linlang said with a half-smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, let's go to each side of the road. Of course, if you think we are easy to bully, just give it a try."

Zhao Hong's voice was somewhat murderous.

"I don't mean anything. I just want to get a piece of the pie. You can't take it anyway. Why don't we cooperate and get the treasure together?"

Yan Linlang suggested with a sincere tone.

"Not interested in."

Zhao Hong refused directly.

Yan Linlang turned her eyes and said, "I don't have anything else to do anyway. I have plenty of time to spend with fellow Taoist Zhao."

Yan Linlang pinched the magic technique, and his body surface glowed with green light. He opened his palm, and there was a pattern of blood-colored leaves in his palm.

With a "puff" sound, the bloody leaf pattern suddenly burst into flames.

After a while, the blood-colored leaves disappeared. Yan Linlang's face turned pale, and he was obviously performing some kind of secret technique.

Blood Leaf Spiritualism, this is a secret communication technique, created by Xuan Qingzi himself. A hundred years ago, the Xuanqing Sect selected disciples who entered the Xuanling Cave and taught them a secret technique.

This secret technique requires many people to practice and condense a blood leaf with essence and blood. Once this technique is activated, all fellow sects within a radius of 300 million miles can sense each other. This is much more powerful than traditional communication treasures.

For example, A, B, C and D are each 300 million miles apart, and A and D are 900 million miles apart. If A uses the blood leaf psychic technique, B can sense A's position and track it, C can sense B's position, and D The position of C can be sensed. In this case, it is not 300 million miles away.

If a particularly rare heavenly material or earthly treasure is discovered, Xuanqing sect disciples can use this secret technique to contact other sects. Performing this secret technique will consume a lot of blood. Therefore, if a particularly rare heavenly material or earthly treasure is not discovered, they will He cannot use this secret technique to contact his fellow disciples.

When Zhao Hong and the other five saw this scene, their expressions were ugly.

If he were to fight with the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect now, Zhao Hong would not be sure of victory. If the delay continued and the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect arrived, it would be troublesome. If he left, wouldn't he give up the Xuantian Immortal Fruit to others?

Zhao Hong's face darkened, he turned over his hand and took out a conch with flashing blue light, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

A low trumpet sound sounded, spreading for millions of miles.

The conch is a special communication treasure, but it is very noisy and may attract other god-transforming monks. Zhao Hong can't control so much now.

The contact treasures issued by Zhenhai Palace can sense the presence of other sect members within a radius of 100 million miles. However, after so long, only five people have gathered. Zhao Hong estimates that the other sect members are either in other places or have died.

In this case, it is better to muddy the water.

Different sects have their own communication methods and secret techniques.

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More than 200 million miles away, in a long and narrow valley, a tall and thin middle-aged man opened his palm, and there was a blood-colored leaf pattern on his palm.

There was a muffled sound of "Puff", and the blood-colored leaves spontaneously ignited.

"A fellow disciple has used the Blood Leaf Psychic Technique. He must have discovered some rare treasure, so hurry up and get there."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, turning into a ray of light and flying through the air.

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More than a billion miles away, there is a dense green forest, the ground is covered with fallen leaves, and the air is filled with the smell of corruption.

In an open area, three Xuan Qing Sect disciples fell in a pool of blood, their bodies mangled with flesh and blood. Su Yuntao stood aside, pressing his right hand on the head of a short, fat old man in green shirt. The old man in green shirt had a look of pain on his face.

Fang Fei and the other five stood aside with respectful expressions.

Suddenly, a blood-colored leaf appeared in the palm of the old man in green clothes. With a "pop", the blood-colored leaf spontaneously ignited and disappeared without a trace.

"Blood Leaf Psychic Technique! It seems that people from the Xuan Qing Sect have discovered some treasure."

Su Yuntao said in a deep voice, with an expression of interest on his face.

With a scream, the old man in green shirt fell down and lost his breath. As soon as a mini-Nascent Soul left his body, a red light fell from the sky, piercing the mini-Nascent Soul, and the mini-Nascent Soul evaporated from the world.

"Let's go, the disciples of the Xuan Qing Sect are gathering. They must have discovered a valuable treasure."

Su Yuntao said hello, burned the bodies of the Xuanqing disciples, and jumped on the back of the alien beast with Fang Fei and the other five. The alien beast spread its wings and flew high into the sky.

After a cup of tea, a bag of earth bulged out from the ground, revealing a pair of green eyes. It was Xuanyang.

"Important treasure? I don't know whose hands it will fall into! Let you fight for it first, and then I will reap the benefits."

Xuan Yin sneered, his eyes full of fire.