Rise of Qinglian

The gray ghost let out a shrill scream, and a puff of blue smoke rose from his body.

The cyan flames submerged the gray ghost, and the giant sword slashed down. The gray ghost was smashed like thin paper by the giant sword.

The dharma image was broken, Liu Mi spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his face was slightly pale.

"What kind of flame is this? The fifth-order spiritual flame is not so powerful."

Liu Mi had an unbelievable expression on his face, and said with a frown.

The sound of rumbling thunder came from the sky, and a huge golden thundercloud appeared in the void above her head. Countless golden electric arcs danced, exuding a terrifying aura.

The golden thundercloud rolled like boiling water, and tens of thousands of thick golden lightning struck down, heading straight for Liu Mi.

At the same time, the aura of the giant sword phantom rose sharply, and with a slight sway, tens of thousands of blue sword lights swept out, and instantly merged into one, condensing into a blue sky sword light, cutting towards Liu Mi, one by one The deputy wanted to smash her into thousands of pieces.

Liu Mi was frightened out of her wits and was about to avoid it when a man's shout sounded in her ears, Liu Mi's head sank and her body trembled.

By the time she reacted, dense golden lightning had already fallen.

After the rumbling explosion sounded, a golden thunder light submerged Liu Mi's figure, and a beam of sword light from the sky submerged into the golden thunder light, and there was a muffled sound.

With a pinch of Wang Qingshan's sword art, the aura of Qingtian giant sword rose sharply, and he slashed down head-on.

A miserable woman's cry sounded, and a miniature Nascent Soul flew out of the body.

"Husband save me..."

The voice of the mini Nascent Soul trembled a bit.

Before he finished speaking, a thick golden lightning bolt fell from the sky, struck it, and the mini Nascent Soul was wiped out.

Wang Qingshan looked at the others, his face darkened, Zeng Yusen's spirit beast was killed and fell in a pool of blood, the old man in yellow robe fell to the ground, his body turned into a mummified corpse.

The old man in the golden robe was swallowing his Nascent Soul, his eyes were fierce.

Lei Yuting turned into a silver bird hundreds of feet in size, surrounded by countless silver arcs, with his wings flapping, countless silver lightnings were released, drowning the figure of the middle-aged man.

The silver roc bird flapped its wings, turned into a cloud of silver thunder and disappeared.

The middle-aged man flew out of the silver thunder, his body surface was covered with scars, and his breath was slightly weak.

A mass of silver thunder light lit up above his head, and the silver roc appeared, grabbing the middle-aged man's Tianling Gai with both claws.

The middle-aged man swung the golden flying sword in his hand, and slashed at the silver roc.

There was a muffled "clang" sound of metal colliding, followed by a miserable man's cry. The middle-aged man's Tianling Gai was smashed by the silver roc bird, and a lost Nascent Soul flew out of his body.

The silver roc spewed out a stream of silver light, covering the mini Nascent Soul, which floated in mid-air, motionless.

With a flash of silver light, the silver bird turned into Lei Yuting, grabbed the mini Nascent Soul and put it away.

Zeng Yusen's face was slightly pale, and above his head was a phantom of a blue giant floating with a look of wariness on his face.

Zhang Zihao's face darkened, Wang Qingshan's strength was beyond his imagination.

"Enemies should be resolved rather than knotted. Friends Wang Dao, Friends Lei, and Friends Zeng, let's turn hostility into friendship. How about cooperation? Are you interested in the secret realm left by Beiming's family?"

Zhang Zihao said sincerely.

"Hmph, do you think we are three-year-olds? So easily deceived by you?"

Zeng Yusen snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, his spirit beast was killed, and he was not willing to make peace at all. Besides, his cultivation base and strength were the weakest, so if he really made peace, in order to get more treasures, other refiners The virtual monk will kill him.

Strength is the most important thing, if the strength is too weak, let alone divide the treasure, he will be killed by other Lianxu at any time.

Zhang Zihao's face turned cold, and he pinched the formula, and the phantom figure above his head spewed out a stream of red flames, heading straight for Zeng Yusen.

As soon as Zeng Yusen's magic formula was urged, a shield with flickering blue light went up to block the red flames.

A burst of golden corpse fire shot out and landed on the cyan shield, and the aura of the cyan shield quickly dimmed.

With a few muffled sounds of "bang bang", the cyan shield shattered into pieces, and a huge red blade about ten feet long shot out. A large number of ghost images can be seen on the surface of Xiaoyin, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves is loud.

Hearing this, Zeng Yusen became dizzy, and the small golden seal instantly swelled up and fell down.

After a piercing sound of the sword sounded, tens of thousands of green sword qi swept over, knocking the red giant blade into the air, and a cyan long rainbow flew over, blocking the golden giant seal. The cyan long rainbow was like a blue light The flickering giant sword of the sky, a blue flame wrapped the giant sword of the sky.

The cyan flame spread, quickly enveloping half of the giant golden seal, and the ghost let out a shrill scream, emitting a puff of blue smoke.

A deafening thunder sounded, and dense golden lightning and silver lightning struck the golden giant seal one after another, and the golden giant seal flew out backwards.

Zeng Yusen came to his senses, took out a small umbrella with a blue light, and propped it on top of his head, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang and Fellow Daoist Lei, let's destroy them together, and we must not be divided by them."

Zeng Yusen thanked him with serious eyes.

Wang Qingshan nodded, and with a pinch of the sword formula, the light of the Qinglian sword rose sharply, turning into a blue rainbow, and went straight to Zhang Zihao.

Lei Yuting activated the dharma form, and the phantom of the bird flapped its wings, accompanied by a loud thunderous sound, and dense silver lightning flew out, hitting the old man in the golden robe.

The Golden Horned Thunder Scale Beast released golden lightning and attacked the golden robed old man.

Zeng Yusen didn't stay idle either, and urged the Prime Minister to attack Zhang Zihao.

Zhang Zihao didn't dare to be careless, he urged his movements to resist, it was very difficult.

Wang Qingshan pondered for a moment, opened his mouth and spewed out a blue light, which turned into a flying sword with green light flowing continuously, it was Qingli Sword.

With his current spiritual sense, it is too difficult to control nine Qingli swords at the same time. It will not take long for his spiritual sense to be exhausted. If the enemy has a special treasure and the flying sword is destroyed, it will be troublesome.

With a pinch of his magic formula, the Qingli sword turned into a blue rainbow and hit the golden light curtain. He wanted to break the formation and let the stone man come in to help.

There was a rumbling sound, and the golden light curtain was distorted and deformed, and it was safe and sound.

At this moment, a beast-like roar sounded, and the entire cave shook.

Wang Qingshan felt his head sinking, and his eardrums were extremely painful.

The Golden Horned Thunder Scale Beast's body surface was covered by countless golden arcs, and the right hand of the Corpse Refining Phantom patted the Golden Horned Thunder Scale Beast.

With a muffled "bang", the Golden Horned Thunder Lin Beast flew upside down, a large number of scales fell off, and blood flowed continuously.

Lei Yuting's body surface was covered by a silver light curtain, and his eyes were solemn.

The phantom of refining the corpse spewed out a stream of golden corpse fire, which hit the silver light curtain, a puff of blue smoke rose, and the aura of the silver light curtain dimmed.

A flickering flying knife shot out and struck the silver light curtain. The silver light curtain shattered like thin paper, and the black flying knife went straight to Lei Yuting.

Lei Yuting frowned, his right hand melted into a claw, and sent flying the black throwing knife.