Rise of Qinglian

Qingli Sea Area, Feiyun Island.

In a vast bluestone square, dozens of monks gathered in the square. Their eyes were slightly closed, and they seemed to be in a certain state. Every monk was covered by a thick blue light curtain to prevent outsiders from interfering.

Wang Xiangrong and Duan Tongtian stood at the edge of the square, looking at Wang Qingshan and Dong Xueli.

It has been several years since Wang Qingshan and Dong Xueli had some insights. During this period, some monks had some insights and broke through a small realm. Some monks resolved the bottleneck, and some monks did not gain anything. It varies from person to person.

Dong Xueli opened her eyes suddenly, exhaled a long breath, and an astonishing sword intent rushed out of her body, and she showed joy.

After listening to the preaching of Seven Swords, she successfully resolved the bottleneck, which was unexpected. A few cultivators of the Void Refinement were stuck in the bottleneck, and if they were unlucky, they could be stuck in the bottleneck for tens of thousands of years.

She and Wang Qingfeng traveled around, participated in various gatherings, hunted monsters, exchanged cultivation experience with other monks, and competed with each other, but they failed to resolve the bottleneck. Daoist Seven Swords preached in person, and Dong Xueli resolved the bottleneck.

Everyone's way of resolving the bottleneck is very different. Not all monks who are stuck in the bottleneck can resolve the bottleneck after listening to Mahayana monks.

The cyan light curtain covering Dong Xueli collapsed and disappeared, and Dong Xueli walked out.

Before she had gone far, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and the cyan light curtain covering him collapsed.

Daoist Seven Swords' cultivation career has given him some inspiration, which will help him in his future cultivation.

Wang Qingshan exhaled lightly, and walked towards Wang Xiangrong.

Half a quarter of an hour later, they appeared in a secluded courtyard with green tiles and started chatting.

"The Blood Whale Clan, the Green Carp Clan, and the Nine Dragon Palace have teamed up to deal with the Witch Clan and the Feng Falcon Clan. At present, the combined monks have not ended yet, and the main combat force is the Void Refining Clan."

Duan Tongtian said in a deep voice.

In the war between the five clans, it is impossible for the human race to stay out of the matter, and perhaps they can fish in troubled waters.

If the human race joins the war, they may be drafted.

"Why did it suddenly start fighting? Isn't this letting our human race reap the benefits of fisherman?"

Dong Xueli wondered, didn't the high-level officials of the Green Carp Clan, Nine Dragon Palace and Blood Whale Clan take this into consideration? Just because of a mid-level seventh-grade nine-color worm?

"The curse technique of the Wu Clan is very tricky. Other races have suffered greatly. The seventh-order nine-colored insect is just a fuse. It will not wipe out the Wu Clan. It is inevitable for the Witch Clan to kill and injure a number of masters."

Wang Xiangrong explained.

The Witch Clan and other races have had a long history of grievances. The seventh-order Nine-Colored Insect was only the trigger for this outbreak of war. Of course, there may be some races fighting here. He doesn't know the truth.

"By the way, have you contacted the Han family?"

Wang Qingshan remembered something and asked.

A racial war might break out in the Qingli sea area. If the Han family's cross-soul treasure ship sets sail, Wang Qingshan plans to return to the Xuanling Continent and hand over the seventh-order ice flame and the Tianxu jade book to Wang Changsheng.

"Qingfeng has gone to contact the Han family. After calculating the time, he should be at the Han family!"

Duan Tongtian explained.

Wang Qingshan nodded and said, "Let's leave too! I hope we don't get involved in a racial war."

The six of them left Feiyun Island and rushed to Han's house.

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Jinyanfang City, a square city opened by the Han family.

Pedestrians on the street are like a tide of cars and horses.

In a secluded courtyard with blue tiles, Wang Qingfeng and Han Changsheng were sitting in a blue stone pavilion, talking about something.

"Not surprisingly, it will take more than a thousand years for the trans-ling treasure ship to set sail for the Xuanling Continent."

Han Changsheng said with a smile.

"Not surprisingly?"

Wang Qingfeng frowned. This is a very vague statement. It is not surprising that the Han family has the final say.

There is no way for them to cross the sea without the treasure ship.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Wang, if the cross-ling treasure ship plans to set sail for Xuanling Continent, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Han Changsheng promised that he guarded Feilingtai on Xuanyan Island in the early years, Wang Mengbin flew up to Xuanyang Realm and landed on Xuanyan Island, and Han Changsheng made a contribution.

He is now in the mid-stage of Void Refinement, having survived three great catastrophes.

Wang Qingfeng nodded, chatted for a while, took his leave and left.

Han Changsheng took out a light blue communication plate, typed in a formula, and a deep female voice sounded: "Changsheng, I want to rush back. If something happens in the clan, Fangshi will be handed over to you. Martial law will be imposed immediately, and all transmissions will be closed." Only the children of our Han family can use the teleportation array."

"What? Something happened in the clan?"

Han Changsheng exclaimed.

"I don't know the specific situation, I have to go back immediately, you go and execute the order!"

After saying this, the aura of the communication board dimmed.

"Could it be the witch clan?"

Han Changsheng's face darkened, and he said to himself.

The Han family said that the Wu family had snatched the seventh-order nine-color insect, and the Wu family said that the Han family had obtained the seventh-order nine-color insect, and framed the Wu family.

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately sent an order to the clansmen to close the teleportation array and put martial law in the city.

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An island that looks like a gourd from a high altitude, the Han family.

A group of monks from the Han family patrolled around the island, their faces full of vigilance.

In a secret room more than a hundred feet in size, Han Yiqing was lying on a cyan jade bed with a pale face, while five fit monks including Han Yilong, Han Xuemei, and Han Xueyao stood aside, their faces full of worry.

The Witch Clan sent four fit monks to attack the ancestral land of the Han family. At the time of the incident, there were only three fit monks on the island, and Han Yilong was away on business.

After a bloody battle, a fit monk of the Han family was cursed to death, and the guardian spirit beast was severely injured. Three mid-fit monks of the Wu clan used themselves as a medium to cast the seven-star soul-killing arrow. Han Yiqing avoided two seven-star soul-killing arrows, and still He was hit by a seven-star soul-killing arrow, and his soul was constantly disintegrating, and his life was not long.

The four Wu clan fusions were all killed by Han Yiqing. Strictly speaking, the Wu clan fusion cast a spell of mutual destruction, a suicide attack, and they didn't even want to survive.

If it weren't for the clan protection formation being powerful enough, the Han family would suffer even greater losses.

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to hold on until Senior Xu has arrived, I... After I die, Ichitaki will take my place and continue to guard..."

Before Han Yiqing finished speaking, she closed her eyes and lost her mind.

Han Yilong and others grieved. Within ten years, the Han family lost five fit monks, and their vitality was severely injured.

No one is happy for a hundred days, and flowers are not red for a hundred days. Any force will encounter this kind of thing, with ups and downs.

A blue light flew in, it was True Monarch Wan Hai, his eyes were gloomy.

If it wasn't for the help of the Han family in the early years, he might not have been able to make it to where he is today. Over the years, he has been protecting the Han family, and the Han family has grown stronger because of it. He never thought that the Han family would fall within ten years because of a mid-level seventh-grade nine-colored insect. Five fit monks.

"Meet Senior Xu."

Han Yilong and others saluted one after another with respectful expressions.

Zhenjun Wan Hai came to Han Yiqing, inspected it carefully, and shook his head, but he was still a step late.

"What's going on here? Tell me in detail."

Master Wan Hai frowned and asked.

Han Yilong told the story in detail, not daring to hide anything.

"Wu Clan, hmph, it seems that the Wu Clan has been living very comfortably these years, you take care of the aftermath, and take a group of elites to go to Wanhai Island."

True Monarch Wan Hai ordered.

"Yes, Senior Xu."

Han Yilong and the others agreed with one voice.

Zhenjun Wan Hai gave a few words of advice and left the place.

Han Yilong gave an order and dispatched elites to Wanhai Island. Almost at the same time, all the major forces of the human race dispatched experts and gathered in one place, as if they were going to start a big war.