Rise of Qinglian

"A soul-nurturing tree that's tens of thousands of years old?"

Wang Qingshan's face showed a thoughtful expression. Wang Changsheng was looking for the tens of thousands of years of soul-nurturing wood, probably in order to practice the "Taixu Divine Forging Technique".

In addition to seeing the customs and customs of various places, he also had the purpose of collecting resources for cultivating immortals during his travels.

Ma Tianming invited Wang Qingshan into a side room and made tea to entertain Wang Qingshan.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, is Moyang Forest far from here?"

Wang Qingshan asked casually.

"It's not very far, why? Fellow Daoist Wang, are you going to attend the Demon Slayer Conference?"

Ma Tianming guessed Wang Qingshan's purpose and asked casually.

"I kind of want to go, but I don't know the situation in Moyang Forest. Fellow Taoist Ma, can you introduce it to me?"

Wang Qingshan said sincerely.

Ma Tianming smiled boldly and said: "It's a trivial matter. Moyang Forest is named after a large number of Moyang wood. Moyang wood is hard in texture. Moyang wood that is more than five hundred years old is suitable for refining defensive magic weapons, but it is not old enough." All the Moyang trees in Moyang Forest have been cut down. Moyang trees that are over a thousand years old are rarely seen in Moyang Forest. In addition to Moyang trees, there are also a lot of monster resources there. I have never heard of the emergence of the Void Refining Stage. As for the ghosts, multiple Void Refining cultivators should be able to deal with them. I advise you not to get involved, there is no need."

"So, there have been ghosts in the divine transformation stage before?"

Wang Qingshan said doubtfully.

"It has appeared that there is a mysterious yin vein in Moyang Forest. After the death of a monster, the corpse is nourished by yin energy and can easily turn into a ghost. I guess there are two ghosts who are lucky enough to advance to the Void Refining Stage! Fortunately, they were If we find out in time, if they are promoted to the combined stage, the human race within a billion miles will suffer."

Ma Tianming's face showed an expression of lingering fear. He changed his tone and said, "By the way, the seventh uncle just said that your ninth uncle killed three sixth-order monsters. Were you there at the time? Can you tell me? I I’ve always wanted to travel to the sea, but I’ve been delayed due to various things.”

Wang Qingshan nodded and briefly talked about his experience of that beast wave.

After a while, Ma Tianxue walked in, holding a cyan storage ring in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, this is what you want. You saved us, so these things are given to you to express our gratitude."

Ma Tianxue said with a smile.

Wang Qingshan repeatedly declined, but still paid part of the spirit stones and invited them to visit Qinglian Island when they were free.

After chatting for an hour, Wang Qingshan said goodbye and left.

He planned to go to Moyang Forest to have a look. It would be best if he could get some soul-nurturing trees. If he couldn't, forget it.

After leaving the Amethyst Valley, Wang Qingshan released the golden-horned thunder lin beast, jumped on its back, patted the golden horned thunder lin beast's back with his palm, flapped its wings fiercely, and countless golden arcs emerged from its body. It turned into a golden light and flew away.

Half a month later, Wang Qingshan arrived at his destination.

"Is this Moyang Forest?"

Wang Qingshan said to himself, following his gaze, he could see an endless black forest, and as far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.

Not far away, there is a steep giant peak that holds the sky, where thousands of cultivators gather, as well as some pavilions and palaces.

Wang Qingshan took the golden-horned thunder lin beast back into its spiritual beast bracelet and flew towards the sky-high peak.

Immortal cultivators gathered together in twos and threes, and the conversation was all about ghosts.

Most of them were Nascent Soul monks, and there were dozens of Soul Transformation monks, and some even set up stalls to sell goods.

"It is said that five Void Refining monks have been summoned. It is not difficult to destroy two ghosts in the Void Refining stage."

"That's for sure! Unless the ghost enters the combined stage, but it is not easy for ghosts to advance. It is much more difficult for a ghost to advance to the combined stage than for a cultivator to advance to the combined stage."

"If you ask me, Master Liehuo will definitely be able to achieve extraordinary feats this time. I heard that he borrowed a Buddhist treasure called the Magic Mirror from Shuiyue Temple to specifically restrain ghosts."

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Wang Qingshan heard what the other monks were talking about and nodded secretly. The human monks were well prepared. With five Void Refiners and a Buddhist treasure, it should be easy to kill two ghosts in the Void Refining stage. .

"I have long seen that Master Liehuo is not a thing in the pond. In a few years, Master Liehuo will definitely be able to advance to the combined stage. It is also very possible to advance to the Mahayana stage in ten thousand years."

A flattering man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, you are boasting again. Why do you say that everyone in your mouth has the hope of becoming a body, or the Mahayana? Last time you boasted that Mrs. Feidie could advance to the stage of integration! As a result, she died not long after. After a great catastrophe, you boasted that Master Golden Earthworm was able to advance to the Void Refining Stage, but in the end he died at the hands of a sixth-level monster."

"That's right, I heard that you kneel down in front of your enemies, kowtow and beg for mercy. What are you doing here to get involved? Do you also want to participate in the Demon Slayer Conference? When you encounter ghosts in the Void Refining Stage, you kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. Ghosts don't do that. I’ll take care of you, haha.”

"Hehe, if Fellow Daoist Lan doesn't brag about others, will he still brag about the True Lord? Haha."

All the monks burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was very cheerful.

Wang Qingshan looked toward the source of the sound and saw more than a dozen god-transformation monks gathering together to chat. Among them was an old man in green robes who was as thin as a bamboo pole. The old man in green robes had thin cheeks and a rosy face. He was holding a piece of clothing in his hand. The green fly whisk is none other than Blue Fukong, the true king of Kuangchui.

Lan Fukong didn't care about being laughed at by the monks, and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He said proudly: "You said this out of my trust in the five seniors? Besides, there are fellow Taoists, I just made up the numbers.”

"Don't worry, Arima-senpai and the others are with us. You don't have to kneel down and beg for mercy from ghosts, haha."

As soon as these words came out, the monks burst into laughter again. Lan Fukong looked proud and did not feel ashamed.

"I dare to ask fellow Taoists, are there any requirements for participating in the Demon Slayer Conference? And what are the benefits?"

Wang Qingshan stepped forward and asked politely.

A fat, middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a red python robe looked Wang Qingshan up and down, his expression condensed, and he asked politely: "I am Zheng Yang of Qingxu Sect, what do you call my fellow Taoist? What sect and sect are you from?"

"King Qingshan of Qinglian Island."

Wang Qingshan said truthfully.

"Qinglian Island?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was full of confusion. The human race in Xuanling Continent controlled tens of trillions of miles of territory. There were so many immortal cultivating families that no one knew about them even though they were not famous.

The monks looked at each other, they had never heard of Qinglian Island.

"Qinglian Island? Dare you ask Fellow Daoist Wang, who are you, Master Taihao?"

Lan Fukong asked politely.

"Master Taihao is my clan uncle. Does Fellow Daoist Lan know my clan uncle?"

Wang Qingshan asked curiously.

After hearing this, Lan Fukong's eyes lit up, with a flattering look on his face, and he said, "I'm lucky enough to have met Senior Wang a few times. How is Senior Wang doing lately?"

"fine."

Wang Qingshan nodded and said that he had never heard Wang Changsheng mention Lan Fukong.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, do you know Qinglian Island? You are not just bragging, are you?"

Zheng Yang said doubtfully.

"What are you talking about? Lan never brags. Master Taihao was born in Zhenhai Palace. I met Senior Wang at the Taiyang Master's Fusion Ceremony. Back then, Senior Wang was only in the God Transformation Stage. Now he has entered the Void Refining Stage. In the future, It’s not a problem to advance to the combined stage, there’s hope for Mahayana, I’m a good judge of people.”

Lan Fukong said proudly, his face full of pride, as if he was talking about himself.

"Zhenhai Palace!"

The monks were in awe. Zhenhai Palace was one of the top human sects in the Xuanling Continent, far beyond what their sects and families could compare with.