Rise of Qinglian

A sparkling blue storage ring fell to the ground, very conspicuous.

Ma Yunbiao's face was filled with joy, and he grabbed the cyan storage ring on the ground with his right hand. At this moment, a black light lit up above his head, and a ghost claw as black as ink appeared out of thin air. The ghost claw emitted an astonishing light. The spiritual energy fluctuates, and it is obviously a spiritual treasure that reaches the sky.

Ma Yunbiao reacted quickly, waving the long black stick in his hand and hitting the ghost claw.

With a muffled "clang" sound, the black ghost claws flew out.

A burst of shrill ghostly cries sounded. Ma Yunbiao's head sank and his whole body became weak. He sensed something flying towards him and quickly rolled to the ground. He felt his right arm was pricked by a needle.

No one noticed that the cyan storage ring had disappeared.

A graceful young woman in a black dress walked out of the cave. Her skin was as white as snow, her facial features were gorgeous, and her plump breasts seemed to be about to burst out of her clothes.

Judging from the fluctuations in his mana, he was clearly a monk in the middle stage of Void Refining.

Ma Yunbiao was horrified to find that his right arm had become stiff. Apparently, he had been poisoned.

He waved the long black stick, transformed into numerous stick shadows, and hit the young woman in black skirt.

At the same time, the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground were blown up by the strong wind, turned into flying swords, and went straight towards the young woman in the black dress.

The young woman in the black dress opened her mouth, and a flag with shining black light flew out. There were a lot of ferocious faces on the flag, and it emitted astonishing fluctuations of spiritual energy. It was a low-grade spiritual treasure that reached the sky.

The black flags circled around her, and a gray wind emerged, protecting the young woman in the black dress.

After the loud rumbling noise, air waves billowed and smoke filled the sky.

The air wave dissipated, and Wang Qingshan, Lan Fukong and Ma Yunbiao had appeared in the distant sky. Lan Fukong stayed with Wang Qingshan, while other god-transformation monks fled in all directions.

"You go after those transformed gods, and I'll kill Ma Yunbiao."

After the young woman in the black dress said this, she put away the black flag and turned into a black escaping light and chased after him. A looming blood-colored ghost flew towards the god-transformation monk, and soon there was a shrill scream of a man and a woman.

Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong stood on the Qianguang Shadow Shuttle, and pitiful screams came from behind from time to time.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, hurry up."

Lan Fukong urged, his tone anxious.

A miserable woman's cry rang out. Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong felt their bodies soften. There were ripples in the void above their heads. A huge bloody ghost claw appeared out of thin air and struck at them.

Before the bloody ghost claw fell, an extremely foul smell of blood hit his face.

Two rays of yellow light suddenly shot out from the ground, hitting the bloody ghost claw, and the falling speed of the bloody ghost claw stagnated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Qianguang Escape Shadow Shuttle's Escape Light surged, and the Bloody Ghost Claw shot empty.

A biting wind blew by, and a beautiful female ghost in blood suddenly blocked their way.

The eyes of the female ghost in blood are blood red, there are some blood lines on her face, and her body exudes amazing fluctuations of Yin Qi. She is clearly a ghost in the Void Refining Stage.

Wang Qingshan pinched the secret, and the Qianguang Shadow Shuttle quickly landed on a peak covered with black weeds.

"Sword cultivator! What I hate most in my life is sword cultivator. Are you committing suicide, or do you want me to do it?"

The female ghost in blood said coldly, her eyes fixed on Wang Qingshan.

"Senior, you don't remember the faults of villains, just treat us as nothings and let us go!"

Lan Fukong's legs softened and he knelt down, begging bitterly.

The female ghost in blood had obviously never met someone like Lan Fukong. After hearing this, she smiled.

"If you kill him, I can let you go."

The female ghost in blood sneered.

Wang Qingshan made a seal with his right hand, and a large amount of black grass was uprooted, transformed into flying swords, and went straight towards the female ghost in blood. The number was so large that it made people's scalp numb just by looking at it.

The blood-clothed female ghost flicked her sleeves, and a gloomy wind blew by, and she rushed forward.

There was a loud rumbling sound, billowing air waves, and all the flying swords collapsed.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the female ghost in blood suddenly appeared behind Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong. A pair of blood-red ghost claws went straight towards Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong.

There is only one word difference between ghost cultivator and ghost thing, but there is a big difference in supernatural powers. Ghost cultivator is a monk who practices ghost way. He has his own magic weapon and has more attack methods. Ghost cultivator is a ghost and has different shapes. He rarely has his own treasures and attack methods. not much.

A burst of dazzling yellow light suddenly lit up on the ground, and two yellow lights flew out, heading straight for the blood-clothed female ghost. The blood-clothed female ghost did not dare to confront her, and her body swayed and disappeared into a gust of wind.

Wang Qingshan roared, and on a slope more than a hundred miles away, a female ghost in blood suddenly appeared and let out a shrill scream.

The blue light flashed, and a flashing blue bead suddenly appeared on the head of the blood-clothed female ghost. There were countless blue arcs flashing on the surface of the blue bead. The heavy water thunder bead was a heavy treasure refined by Wang Changsheng. Wang Qingshan got a pellets.

After the rumble of thunder, the heavy water thunder bead exploded and turned into a huge blue thunder light, flooding a hundred miles radius.

Wang Qingshan pinched the secret, and the Qianguang Shadow Shuttle's spiritual light surged and flew high into the sky.

They had just flown more than a hundred miles when a harsh sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

Wang Qingshan noticed something, pinched the magic formula, and nine green glass swords flew out from the sword box, and instantly merged into one, turning into a giant sword that reached the sky and slashed towards a black light.

With a "clang" sound, the black light was chopped into pieces.

A blood-colored ghost claw appeared out of thin air and grabbed at them. Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong quickly avoided it, but their shoulders were still hit by the ghost claw. Lan Fukong's shoulder had several terrifying blood marks, and bones could be faintly seen.

Wang Qingshan was safe and sound, with a gleaming inner armor vaguely visible.

The female ghost in blood flew from a distance, her body looming, she was obviously seriously injured, she was hit by a heavy water thunder bead, even if she drained the essence and blood of the two Void Refining monks, she could not make up for it. She hated Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingshan must be killed.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword technique, the blue light on his body radiated, and he merged with the sky-holding giant sword and headed straight towards the blood-clothed female ghost.

Lan Fukong did not run away. The green whisk in his hand shook slightly, and with a "chi chi" sound in the air, a large number of green silk threads flew out, heading straight for the female ghost in blood.

The blood-clothed female ghost opened her mouth and spat out a stream of blood-colored will-o'-the-wisp fire, struck it at the giant sword, and disappeared into a gust of sinister wind.

The giant sword of the sky collided with the bloody will-o'-the-wisp, and the speed slowed down, but soon, a green flame emerged from the giant sword of the sky, dispelling the blood-red will-o'-the-wisp.

Lan Fukong thought of something and his face turned pale.

A gust of sinister wind blew by, and the female ghost in blood suddenly appeared behind him, her eyes filled with hatred.

"You monster, don't hurt anyone."

A cold female voice suddenly came from the sky. As soon as she finished speaking, a green light suddenly lit up above the blood-clothed female ghost's head, and a string of cyan beads suddenly appeared above the blood-clothed female ghost's head.

The green Buddha beads swelled up instantly and were wrapped around the body of the blood-clothed female ghost. Along with the sound of Sanskrit sounds, the blood-clothed female ghost let out a series of miserable screams, and the blood on her body shone brightly, but it was of no use.

Countless Buddhist runes emerged from the green Buddha beads, and bursts of green smoke appeared from the body of the female ghost in blood, and her aura became weaker and weaker.

A sky-high sword shot out and penetrated her body.

After the blood-clothed female ghost let out a scream of extreme pain, she turned into a black ball and fell to the ground.

A green rainbow flew from a distance. Not long after, the blue rainbow stopped in the sky above Lan Fukong. It was a nun with a jade-like face. The nun had long hair shawl, and a blue monk's robe was fluttering in the wind.

"Master Yuyin, why are you here?"

Lan Fukong's face was full of flattery.