Rise of Qinglian

This is still a conservative estimate. The beast tide has not yet completely ended, and many islands in the Liu family are still resisting the beast tide.

Liu Chuande said it with sadness on his face.

More than a dozen of his descendants died in the Sawfish exposure. If they had not been killed, there is a high chance that one of them would advance to the stage of becoming a god a few hundred years later.

Liu Tianxiao's eyes were gloomy and he asked, "I asked you to send someone to check Yun Lan's whereabouts. Is there any news?"

No matter how many casualties the low-level tribesmen suffered, they could not compare to a Void Refining cultivator. Liu Yunlan had not returned yet, which gave Liu Tianxiao a bad feeling.

Logically speaking, if Liu Yunlan ran away with all his strength, he should be able to escape. Since he escaped, why not return to Qianzhu Island? Speaking of being killed, Liu Yunlan's natal soul lamp has not been extinguished yet.

Not seeing people alive, not seeing corpses after death, this is what Liu Tianxiao finds most difficult.

"They searched the sea area with a radius of tens of millions of miles, but they didn't find Aunt Yunlan, and no one received a distress signal. Could Aunty Yunlan be kidnapped by a sixth-order monster?"

Liu Chuande guessed that it was not uncommon for high-level monsters to capture human monks, or force them to teach their skills, or to have sex and give birth to children.

"She has an escape clam. It's hard to find her on the bottom of the sea. Forget it, let's withdraw our hands first and wait until the beast tide is over. I hope she won't fall into the hands of the Wang family."

When Liu Tianxiao said the last word, his eyes were full of worry.

If it was really Wang Changsheng who did it, it would be terrible.

He even wanted to know how the Wang family blocked the tide of beasts.

This time the Liu family shot themselves in the foot. If they used the seven-star monster luring incense to lure away the two sixth-level monsters, they could reduce their own pressure and make a small profit.

Liu Tianxiao didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. How could he allow others to snore on the side of the bed? He could conclude that there were more than two members of the Wang family practicing, and it was possible that Zhenhai Palace had taken action.

Yes, that must be the case. The Liu family can ask the Lengyan Sect for help, and the Wang family can ask the Zhenhai Palace for help. If the Zhenhai Palace's Xu Lianxu cultivator takes action, everything will be explained.

"Yes, great-great-grandfather."

Liu Chuande agreed and bowed down.

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Two months passed quickly.

On Qinglian Island, more than 30 monks including Wang Qingcheng were having a meeting in the conference hall.

The beast tide is completely over, and the Wang family's losses have also been reported.

"Akihiro, please report the casualties!"

Wang Qingcheng ordered.

A tall and thin middle-aged man responded and stood up: "Master, we have a total of 2,735 people killed in the battle and 975 missing, of which 430 of our family died in the battle. Fifteen people, one hundred and thirty-four missing, eight Nascent Souls, forty-five Core Formation people, fifteen sets of fifth-level formations were damaged, eight fifth-level puppet beasts were scrapped, and one thousand puppet beasts below fifth level were scrapped. More than seven hundred."

Fortunately, the Wang family had refined a large number of puppet beasts, otherwise the loss of personnel would have been even greater.

Wang Qingcheng's face softened. This loss was not big. Most of the sixth-order monsters had been killed or injured before they even attacked Qinglian Island. If not, the Wang family would have suffered even greater losses.

“After talking about the losses, let’s talk about the gains!”

Wang Qingcheng ordered.

"In this beast wave, we conservatively estimate that we killed 200,000 monsters, mostly second and third level monsters, three sixth-order monsters, 155 fifth-order monsters, and 3,000 fourth-order monsters. Three hundred and fifty-four, as well as a large amount of animal meat and demon elixirs."

Wang Qiuhong said truthfully that he did not know that Wang Changsheng had killed Lihuo Falcon, and thought that the Wang family had killed three sixth-order monsters, which was already very powerful.

After many monsters were killed, their corpses floated on the sea. The aftermath of the fight shattered the corpses, otherwise the harvest would be greater.

The beast tide has receded, and the affiliated forces of the Wang family have returned to their respective families to repair their formations and rebuild their homes.

This battle brought out the prestige of the Wang family. Wang Changsheng showed off his magical powers and killed the sixth-order monster, which was praised and respected by the affiliated forces. In addition, Wang Qingshan and Wang Mengbin led people to hunt down the fifth-order monster and also received praise from the affiliated forces. The force left a deep impression.

Wang Qingfeng was injured by a sixth-level monster and stayed on Qinglian Island to recover, without any brilliant achievements.

After listening to Wang Qiuhong's report, many clan members showed excited expressions on their faces.

"So many monster corpses, great. We've made a fortune this time."

"Hehe, we have collected a large amount of monster souls. We can refine a batch of puppet beasts at that time. The next time a large beast wave breaks out, we can drive more puppet beasts."

"If the ancestors refine the sixth-level puppet beast, it will be easier for us to deal with the large beast tide next time."

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Many tribesmen expressed their opinions one after another, and their faces were full of pride.

This victory belongs to them. Every clan member sticks to their posts and contributes their own strength to the family.

"The tide of monsters has subsided, but our losses are not small. We sent people to dispose of the corpses of the monsters, and then transported them to Xueyanfang City to sell them in exchange for other resources for cultivating immortals."

Wang Qingcheng ordered that after this battle, the Wang family not only gained fame, but also obtained a large amount of property, which allowed them to continue to expand, develop desert islands, and support more immortal cultivators.

"Yes, head of the family."

Everyone agreed in unison and left one after another.

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A wild land, a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

A huge thundercloud floated over the valley, lightning flashed, and thick bolts of lightning pierced the sky and struck the valley.

Wang Yingjie sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale, and a huge bell with shining yellow light floated above his head. There were more than a dozen small cracks on the surface of the giant clock.

He smuggled here, and by chance, he found a cave where a monk who transformed into gods was sitting. He got several spiritual treasures and had been in seclusion to heal his wounds. The cave where he was hiding was suddenly split open by lightning, and it turned out to be a thunder disaster.

Wang Yingjie couldn't figure out what was going on and could only passively overcome the disaster.

After the loud rumbling sound, the thundercloud rolled violently and turned into a silver thunder python more than a hundred feet long, rushing down from the sky.

The silver thunder python hit the giant yellow bell and exploded instantly, and a dazzling silver light enveloped the entire valley.

After a while, the silver light dissipated.

The giant yellow bell disappeared. Wang Yingjie was lying in a huge pit, his body was charred black and his breath was sluggish.

If he hadn't obtained a few spiritual treasures, he wouldn't have been able to stop this thunderstorm.

Wang Yingjie spit out a large mouthful of blood and turned pale.

"The monk who transforms into gods wants to survive the tribulation? I haven't heard of it!"

Wang Yingjie said to himself, his face full of confusion.

He didn't know that monks from the lower realms need to take dust-cleansing pills to wash away the breath of the lower realms when they ascend to the Xuanyang Realm. Otherwise, they will encounter a small heavenly tribulation every hundred years, and the power of the small heavenly tribulation becomes more and more powerful each time.

The wild land is very dangerous. There are fifth-order monsters everywhere, and even seventh-order monsters appear. Wang Yingjie has encountered fights with sixth-order monsters many times, but he has avoided them far away. Fortunately, he has not encountered any seventh-order monsters. Otherwise it will be troublesome.

"There's no one around. It's hard to find anyone to inquire about the situation."

Wang Yingjie let out a long sigh and flew away into the distance. His injury had not fully healed yet, and he had to find a place to heal. It was really unlucky.