Rise of Qinglian

Zheng Yang and the other cultivators flew in other directions. They first had to set up formations to prevent the ghosts from escaping.

Not long after, Wang Qingshan and four others appeared above a vast black bamboo forest.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, bury these formation flag formation disks in those positions."

Wang Qingshan took out some golden formation flags and golden formation disks, gave them to Lan Fukong and the other three, and asked them to bury the formation flags and formation disks.

They are going to set up an eight-door demon-locking formation, mainly to guard this formation. Four god-transforming monks will guard one formation. There are eight formations in total, scattered in different locations.

By guarding a formation, you can get one million spiritual stones and some resources for cultivating immortals. This kind of job is too easy, otherwise Lan Fukong would not participate.

Wang Qingshan looked around and saw that the distance was shrouded in thick black fog, and his consciousness was greatly restricted.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, this is deep in the Moyang Forest. These are not ordinary fogs. They have great restrictions on spiritual consciousness. Anyway, if we activate the formation to trap the ghosts, we will have completed the task. Don't worry."

Lan Fukong came back and said with a smile.

"You guys stay here while I go take a look from a distance."

Wang Qingshan ordered, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Flying into the black mist, Wang Qingshan's spiritual consciousness can travel three hundred miles. He has practiced "Taixu Divine Forging Technique" and has reached the fourth level. He has mastered the divine power of the God-Suppressing Roar. His spiritual consciousness It is stronger than the monks in the early stage of Void Refining.

Wang Qingshan's consciousness was wide open and he could observe every plant and tree within a radius of three hundred miles.

After a while, he withdrew his consciousness and found nothing.

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

Wang Qingshan muttered to himself and flew back.

Back at the garrison, Wang Qingshan saw Lan Fukong bragging to others again.

"Is the formation ready?"

Wang Qingshan asked.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, everything has been arranged. Let's sit down and chat!"

Lan Fukong said enthusiastically.

Wang Qingshan shook his head and refused. He was a little worried, so he went to check the formation flag array buried by Lan Fukong and the others, and then came back after confirming that there was no problem.

Wang Qingshan did not chat with them. He took out the map given by Zheng Yang and looked at the topographic map of Moyang Forest.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Qingshan took out a gleaming blue communication disk from his arms and entered a magic formula. Qing Xuzi's voice then sounded: "Little friend Wang, have you buried the formation flag formation disk?"

"Senior Ling, I have already buried it. I checked it and there is nothing wrong with it."

Wang Qingshan said truthfully.

"Okay, you just stay there and destroy the ghosts. You also have merit. Don't let anyone destroy the formation."

Qing Xuzi ordered.

"Yes, Senior Ling."

Wang Qingshan agreed and put away the interrogation tray.

Not long after, the ground shook slightly, thousands of white lights shot into the sky, and a huge golden light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering a radius of 100,000 miles.

There are some flame patterns on the surface of the golden light curtain, emitting an astonishing high temperature.

After a while, a shrill ghost cry sounded, and the ground shook violently.

Lan Fukong's face tightened and he looked towards the golden light screen.

A large number of ferocious ghosts suddenly appeared in the golden light curtain. These ghosts fled in all directions, and a red python more than a hundred feet long chased them. One by one, the ghosts were swallowed by the red python.

"It was transformed into the Red Python Ruler, the natal magic weapon of Master Liehuo. It is said that the materials used are very rare, and it was almost refined into a mid-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure."

Lan Fukong explained, his face filled with envy.

Along with a burst of shrill ghost cries, a huge ghost figure appeared out of thin air. At the same time, a red giant phantom and a blue-robed old man phantom emerged one after another. Various spiritual lights blazed together, and the air waves were like tides. The vibrations don't stop.

After a cup of tea, accompanied by a loud Sanskrit sound, the ghost screamed and disappeared.

"The Demon Crossing Mirror is indeed extraordinary. It destroyed the ghosts in the Void Refining Stage so easily."

Lan Fukong said in an envious tone.

Wang Qingshan frowned. If it was so easy to destroy the ghosts, why did the Qingxu Sect and other forces still recruit people? Are you worried that the loss will be too great? Or is it that the magic mirror is too powerful.

Less than half an hour later, the golden light curtain collapsed and disappeared.

Wang Qingshan took out the communication disk and typed in a magic formula, and Qing Xuzi's voice rang out: "Little friend Wang, the ghost has been solved. Come over here! There is a mysterious soul crystal vein in the ghost's lair, which is a fifth-level weapon refining material. , you can mine it.”

"Yes, Senior Ling."

Wang Qingshan agreed and flew forward with Lan Fukong and the others.

Not long after, they appeared in an open area. The ground was rugged and pitted. Except for a steep black peak, a large number of peaks were flattened and countless trees were reduced to sawdust.

The faces of Qing Xuzi, Ma Yuanbiao, and Chen Wenzheng were pale, and they obviously lost a lot of energy before they destroyed the ghost.

"Senior Ling and Senior Ma, have you really destroyed those two ghosts in the Void Refining Stage?"

Wang Qingshan said with some confusion.

"Of course, we even got the Yin Pearl. It is indeed something left by the ghosts in the Void Refining Stage. We will not be mistaken. If it weren't for the Magic Mirror, we wouldn't be able to kill these two ghosts so easily."

Ma Yunbiao said with a smile.

"Mrs. Jin and the others are transplanting the soul-nurturing tree. If you want the mysterious soul crystals, you can go in and mine some yourself."

Qing Xuzi pointed at a huge cave not far away and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen god-transformation monks walked towards the huge cave. Wang Qingshan did not go. To be honest, he looked down on the mysterious soul crystal. He wanted some soul-nurturing wood, even a piece of it.

Lan Fukong walked towards the huge cave. He wanted to get some Mysterious Soul Crystals. The price of this material was relatively high.

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly sounded, and a sharp ghost cry came from the cave.

"No, there are still ghosts in the Void Refining Stage. Fellow Daoist Ling, didn't you say there are only..."

Chen Wenzheng's expression changed and he exclaimed. Before he could finish his words, a white light suddenly erupted from his body, covering his whole body.

With a muffled sound, Chen Wenzheng felt something sharp hit his back, which was blocked by the awe-inspiring divine light he released. But soon, Chen Wenzheng's head was pierced by several sharp thorns, and his head exploded.

A mini Nascent Soul flew out, and a shining black flying fork fell from the sky, piercing the mini Nascent Soul.

The incident happened so suddenly that no one had time to prepare.

At this time, Ma Yunbiao also reacted and looked at the tragic death of Chen Wenzheng. His face was gloomy and he looked at the murderer——Qing Xuzi.

Qing Xuzi's face was filled with evil spirits and his eyes were cold.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, aren't you afraid that if you collude with ghosts, the news will spread and your Qingxu Sect's orthodoxy will be destroyed?"

Ma Yunbiao said coldly.

"Senior Ma, be careful."

Wang Qingshan's urgent voice suddenly sounded, and Ma Yunbiao felt a powerful aura coming from his back. Just as he was about to resist, an extremely miserable woman's cry sounded out.

Ma Yunbiao felt the energy and blood surge in his body, and he felt weak.

A muffled sound of "clang" came from behind, and a sharp ghost with ten sharp fingers was blocked by a flying sword with green light.

The fierce ghost resembled an ape, with a pair of black wings on its back and an unusually long tail. It was clearly a ghost in the stage of becoming a god, and it was Wang Qingshan who stepped in to block it.