Rise of Qinglian

Tianhu Mountain, a secluded manor, Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er were sitting in a blue stone pavilion, Bai Ling'er was dressed as a young woman with a bulging belly, and a girl in a white dress with exquisite features was playing not far away.

"When Yu'er grows up a bit, she will be able to practice sword control with her husband."

Bai Ling'er said with a smile, looking lovingly at the girl in the white skirt.

Wang Qingshan nodded and said: "Yes! When Madam gives birth to this child, we will return to the Xuanyang Realm together, take them to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, and it will not be a problem to stay in the Sky Demon Realm."

"Return to Xuanyang Realm! Do you think there is still a chance?" An extremely cold male voice sounded.

As soon as the words fell, the gust of wind suddenly picked up, and Feng Wuying appeared above the manor.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you here?"

Seeing Feng Wuying, Bai Linger looked a little flustered.

"Hmph, Fairy Bai, I'm infatuated with you in vain. That's how you treat me? I have a secret relationship with the human race, and I have given birth to evil seeds. What I can't get, others can't even imagine." Feng Wuying snorted coldly With a sound, his face turned cold, and he pinched the magic formula, a blue hurricane emerged out of thin air, and went straight to the girl in the white skirt.

With a scream, the girl in the white skirt was strangled to death by the blue hurricane and turned into a bloody mist.

"Yu'er!"

Bai Ling'er was filled with grief and indignation, pinched the magic formula, and a phantom of a gigantic nine-tailed fox appeared above his head.

At this moment, there was an ear-piercing sound of a sword, and a blue sky-lifting giant sword slashed head-on.

With a scream, the nine-tailed fox phantom was cut in half by the Qingtian giant sword, and Bai Ling'er was also cut in half by the Qingtian giant sword. "Since I met you, you have never mentioned the matter of cultivation, and you have been lingering with me all day long. This is not the Linger I know. As soon as I mentioned returning to Xuanyang Realm, Feng Wuying ran out. I have never seen him before." , I just heard you mention it, if I guessed correctly, you want me to kill Feng Wuying, and then be hunted down by the Tianying clan, and fall into the illusion forever."

Wang Qingshan said slowly.

A cloud of black air flew out of Bai Ling'er's body, and a cold voice came out: "You saw through it again, so what, no matter how good your sword skills are, you can't kill me."

"You are just a projection of soul divisions. Due to the power of the interface, you can't exert much strength of your body. If you spend a little more time, you can always kill you."

Wang Qingshan sneered, and sacrificed a dry thunder mirror, injected it with magic power, the mirror surface was bright, and a thick golden lightning shot out, heading straight for the black air.

Before the black air had time to escape, a sound resounded through the heavens and the earth

The man shouted loudly, and the black air was struck by the golden lightning, and there was a scream.

With a flick of Wang Qingshan's sleeve, nine Qingli swords flew out, turned into flying swords, disappeared into the black air. "Do you want to kill me with this little ability? Just dream!" A proud man's voice sounded, and a cloud of black energy emerged from the void hundreds of miles away.

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Wang Qingshan opened his mouth and spewed out a blue light, which turned into a blue fire bird. It was Qinglian Yehuo. It is not easy for ordinary seventh-level spiritual flames to severely injure the extraterritorial demons. Qinglian Yehuo is not an ordinary seventh-level spirit flame. flame.

The cyan firebird flapped its wings lightly, and disappeared from the spot.

Just as the black air was about to avoid it, Wang Qingshan shouted loudly.

A ball of blue flames lit up in the ambush of the black air, and the figure of the blue firebird appeared. The blue firebird bumped into the body of the black air, and there was a scream.

There was a loud bang, and a huge blue flame lit up high in the sky.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, and the nine blue glass swords merged into one, turning into a blue sky-lifting giant sword, one flashed and sank into the blue flames, and a scream came out.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Qingshan appeared in a cave, and a burst of thunder came to his ears.

Wang Qingshan let out a mouthful of turbid air, took out a yellow formation disk, and injected a formula, countless yellow mist gushed out from the ground, flooding the entire valley.

A huge thundercloud appeared high in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the thundercloud rolled violently, and slowly divided into eight thunderclouds of the same size.

"Eighty-Nine Thunder Tribulations!"

The green-robed old man and the golden-robed old man were shocked. It was obvious that someone was attacking the Mahayana period.

They thought it was the birth of a strange treasure, and if the other party entered the Mahayana stage, they would be in trouble.

The two people's bodies were full of spiritual light, and they turned into two huge swallows. Two thick golden thunder pillars descended from the sky and slashed at them. At the same time, two yellow lights shot out from the ground and went straight to them.

The two swallows each shot out a blue light, blocking the yellow light, but they were struck by the golden thunder pillar, and there was a scream.

"I told you to stay here honestly, take my words as a deaf ear, and then send you on your way."

Wang Lei's tone was cold, and with a pinch of the magic formula, a gigantic unicorn phantom appeared in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and tens of thousands of thick golden lightning pierced the sky, striking at the two swallows.

Wang Lei is tens of thousands of miles away from Wang Qingshan, so it will not affect Wang Qingshan's journey.

The thundercloud rolled violently, thunder after thunder struck down, the sky and the earth seemed to turn silvery white, and the roar continued.

After more than an hour, the thundercloud was still tens of feet in size. After violently rolling, eight arcs of different colors emerged. At this time, Wang Lei had already solved the two fit monks.

"Eight-Colored Thunder!"

Wang Lei's face tightened, he had six streaks and eight colors of divine thunder, and he didn't know whether Wang Qingshan could resist it.

Wang Qingshan stood in a huge pit emitting black smoke, a blue shield with dim aura floating in front of him. There were many tiny cracks on the surface of the blue shield, which looked like it would be destroyed at any moment.

Wang Qingshan was wearing a battle armor with blue light flashing on it. There was a pattern of a blue turtle on the surface of the battle armor.

Mysterious tortoise spirit talisman, seventh-order defensive talisman.

Wang Lei spent a lot of money to buy it from Dafang City, and the defense effect is very good.

There was a sound of thunder, and a thick bolt of eight-color lightning struck straight towards Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan pinched the method, and the blue shield went up to meet him. The eight-color lightning struck the blue shield and exploded instantly, and the dazzling eight-color lightning shrouded Wang Qingshan's figure.

Soon, the second bolt of eight-color lightning strikes, followed by the third and fourth...

When the fifth eight-color lightning struck down, the eight-color thundercloud rolled violently and turned into a huge eight-color thunder tiger, which swooped down from the sky.

A ray of blue Qingtian sword light flew out from the thunder light, cutting the eight-color Thunder Tiger in half.

There was only a loud noise, and a huge group of eight-color thunder appeared high in the sky, which was very conspicuous.

After a while, a cyan rainbow flew out from the thunder, and a flash landed in front of Wang Lei. It was Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan exuded an aura as vast as the ocean, his face was pale and ashen.

He successfully entered the stage of Mahayana, thanks to Bai Linger entrusting Hu Meier to give him two middle-grade defense-type Tongtian Lingbao, otherwise he would not have survived the eight or nine thunder tribulations so easily.

"Congratulations, master, for advancing to Mahayana!"

Feeling the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Qingshan, Wang Lei was overjoyed and congratulated quickly.

"Thank you for your hard work, I will not stay here for a long time, let's get out of here first!"

Wang Qingshan put away the stone man and left the place with Wang Lei.

He wanted to find a place to retreat and cultivate for a period of time before going to Bai Ling'er.