Rise of Qinglian

In the Demon Realm, Tianmo Mountain is located in the northwest corner of the Demon Flame Continent. It is a famous treasure land with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles and is also a branch of Tianmo Palace.

Liu Qingxue's ancestors were disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace for eighteen generations and have practiced Taoism for thousands of years. Currently, he is in the middle stage of becoming a god and guards the Holy Spirit Platform.

The demon world is filled with demonic energy and is the habitat of the demons. When the demons in the lower realm have reached a certain level of cultivation, the Holy Spirit Platform can sense their aura and lead them to the demon world.

It has been ten thousand years since the Holy Spirit Platform in Tianmo Mountain has seen demons from the lower realms ascend, and Liu Qingxue is happy to be free and cultivate with peace of mind.

On this day, she was practicing as usual.

Suddenly, the Holy Spirit Platform suddenly shook violently, and a thick black light shot into the sky, flew to a certain height and then disappeared.

Liu Qingxue noticed something and quickly stopped her efforts. When she stood up and looked towards the Holy Spirit Platform, she saw a thin woman in a black dress, who was Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang is now a demon. After entering the stage of becoming a god, she practiced hard in the Black Luo Realm for more than five hundred years. She successfully reached the middle stage of becoming a god and successfully ascended to the demon world.

The lifespan of a demon is much longer than that of a monk of the same level. If not, she would have passed away long ago.

Ye Haitang glanced around and saw Liu Qingxue alone.

Liu Qingxue took out a black jade stone as big as an egg, threw it to Ye Haitang, and motioned for her to place it between her eyebrows.

Ye Haitang took a closer look and saw that the surface of the black jade was covered with countless runes the size of rice grains. These runes were twisting and turning like living creatures.

She pondered for a moment and placed the black jade stone between her eyebrows.

The black jade suddenly brightened, and Ye Haitang groaned, frowning, feeling a large amount of things pouring into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Ye Haitang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Little sister Ye Haitang, dare I ask my friend, is this the devil's world?"

"Demon world? You can say that, but we call it the holy world more. I, Liu Qingxue, welcome Ye Daoyou to ascend to the holy world. This place belongs to the Heavenly Demon Palace. The Heavenly Demon Palace is one of the ten major forces in the Demon Flame Continent. There are two Mahayana monks. There are so many positions, Fellow Daoist Ye may wish to join our Heavenly Demon Palace, which will be of great benefit to your future cultivation."

Liu Qingxue said slowly, her tone full of temptation.

Just as Ye Haitang was about to reply, the Holy Spirit Platform beneath him suddenly shook violently, and countless runes lit up.

"Are there demons ascending from the lower realm again? Fellow Daoist Ye, you come down first."

Liu Qingxue's eyes lit up and she urged quickly.

This is a real achievement! On the same day, two demons ascended from the lower world.

Ye Haitang quickly jumped off the Holy Spirit Platform, and a thick black light rose into the sky. After the black light dissipated, a young man in black robes carrying a coffin was revealed. It was Fang Mu.

Fang Mu practiced the corpse path, and with the help of corpse refining, he also entered the middle stage of becoming a god.

Of course, he is not interested in women and has only a cooperative relationship with Ye Haitang.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, we are in the Demon Realm. No, we should say the Holy Realm."

Ye Haitang briefly explained the situation here, threw the black jade to Fang Mu, and motioned for Fang Mu to place it between his eyebrows to check.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, do you know each other?"

Liu Qingxue said in surprise.

Ye Haitang nodded and said: "We are all from the Black Luo Realm. By the way, Mrs. Liu, can you tell us in detail about the situation in the Demon...Sacred Realm?"

"The Holy World is very large and is mainly divided into twelve areas. Most demons are active in these twelve areas. There are also strong people in remote corners, but they are not many. Most of the real strong people are in these twelve areas. "

Liu Qingxue explained.

"How can one be called a Saint Ancestor? Has he done something, or does he have some great supernatural powers?"

Ye Haitang continued to ask. She had often heard demons mention the title Saint Ancestor in the Heiluo Realm.

"Only the best among Mahayana monks can be called Saint Ancestors. In the past 100,000 years, the most famous one is Saint Ancestor Xuanfu. However, he has been missing for many years. The two palace masters of our Heavenly Demon Palace used to be under Saint Ancestor Xuanfu. Among the top ten Saint Ancestors of the Realm, three of them came from the Xuanfu Saint Ancestor, and many major forces in the Holy World came from the Xuanfu Saint Ancestor."

At the end of the sentence, Liu Qingxue's face was full of admiration.

"Saint Ancestor Xuanfu?"

Ye Haitang was slightly stunned. The demon clan occupying the Qianhu Realm seemed to be under the command of the Xuanfu Saint Ancestor.

"That's right, Holy Ancestor Xuan Fu founded the Holy Talisman Palace and is proficient in the art of Talisman and Seal Script. If he hadn't disappeared, the entire Holy World would have been unified. The Holy Ancestor is too far away from us. It's useless to say more. You have just ascended to the Holy World. I will take you down to go through the formalities first. You can join our Heavenly Demon Palace, or you can go out independently and be free. We will never force you."

Liu Qingxue said briefly and took them down to go through the formalities.

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Xuanyang Realm, the northwest corner of Xuanling Continent.

On Qinglian Island, a huge thundercloud floated high in the sky, with lightning and thunder, and thick bolts of lightning pierced the sky and struck downwards.

Sun Yuejiao stood on top of a steep peak with a solemn gaze.

Wang Qiuyu is entering the stage of becoming a god. He is over five hundred years old, and his cultivation speed is not very fast.

Wang Qiuyu is the eldest son of Wang Qingcheng. He has the spiritual roots of wood and fire. He is an alchemist.

With his qualifications and the resources for cultivating immortals provided by his family, there is no problem in advancing to the stage of becoming a god.

Wang Qingcheng is practicing in seclusion, leaving family affairs to Sun Yuejiao.

Since Wang Qingshan gave Zhao Ruilong and Lan Kexin a hard lesson more than ten years ago, the affiliated forces of the Liu family have never provoked the Wang family again. However, the affiliated forces of the Wang and Liu families often fight in private. Generally speaking, the Liu family has the upper hand. .

The older generation of the Wang family will not care about the outcome of a competition or a life-and-death fight between peers. Simply put, it means losing to others in the same realm or dying at the hands of others. The older generation of the Wang family will not take action personally. If If someone breaks the rules, the Wang family doesn't mind giving them a lesson.

There is no circle without rules. There must be a rule in everything you do.

The Wang family has developed well in recent years, but the number of god-transformation monks is relatively small. Wang Ruyan has been in seclusion for more than three hundred years. The god-transformation monk with the strongest supernatural power in the family is Wang Qingshan.

After Wang Qingshan solved the Zhao family's difficulties, more and more clan members practiced swordsmanship, and there have been several Nascent Soul sword cultivators in recent years.

Sun Yuejiao glanced at Qinglian Peak. Wang Changsheng had been in seclusion for more than three hundred years and had not yet come out.

This is normal. There is no lifespan limit for cultivators. They practice in seclusion all year round. It is not uncommon for them to be in seclusion for thousands of years.

Qinglian Peak, a secret room.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a blue futon. Mysterious runes were all over the stone wall. A huge shadow floated above his head. The shadow's facial features were blurred, and its right fist shone with blue light, as if it were a solid object.

With a thought in Wang Changsheng's mind, Faxiang's right fist hit the stone wall.

There was a loud rumbling sound, the runes on the surface of the stone wall flickered, and the entire Qinglian Peak shook.

The alarm sounded loudly, and a large number of tribesmen rushed here.

"I'm practicing my secret skills. Nothing happens. You guys should do whatever you want."

Wang Changsheng spoke, and his voice spread far away, and then the clan members retreated.