Rise of Qinglian

A hundred years passed quickly.

Qinglian Peak, a certain secret room.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a blue futon, his eyes slightly closed.

After a while, a transmitting talisman flew in and landed in front of him. He opened his eyes, sprayed out a blue light, and hit the transmitting talisman.

The transmission note spontaneously ignited, and Wang Ruyan's voice sounded: "Husband, the fragments of the fairy world appeared in a dangerous place somewhere in Xuanguang Continent, but they did not appear in other places."

The Wang family has stationed Mahayana monks in many places, and Xuanguang Continent is no exception. The Wang family has wiped out the Blood Shadow Clan and stationed Mahayana monks. However, a fragment of the fairy world has appeared in a dangerous place. Usually few monks enter. When the Wang family monks arrive, the entrance will be very fast. closed.

Wang Changsheng was a little disappointed. It seemed that last time it was because of the chaos caused by the true spirit that portals to the fragments of the fairy world appeared in various places. Now it has returned to normal.

Wang Changsheng stood up and walked out. Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingshan, Wang Yidao and Wang Mengbin were sitting in the stone pavilion, talking about something.

"Since there is no way to enter the fairy world to hunt for treasures in fragments, forget it. With one strike, the clan will be left to you. We will first take some of the clan members to ascend to the fairy world. There will be Thunder Apricot Jade Fairy Fruit and other treasures. You can cultivate to the late stage of Mahayana and spend the ninety-nine years. Thunder disaster is not a problem.”

Wang Changsheng said.

At the Wanxiu Conference, the Wang family collected three materials for opening the third orifice. This was already very good and was temporarily stored in the family treasure house.

Wang Qingshan, Wang Mengbin and Wang Yidao are second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan in strength. They can deal with strong enemies by opening the third aperture alone. However, there are no strong enemies at the moment. It is not easy for the family to accumulate some knowledge. Wang Yidao did not immediately retreat and open the third acupoint. orifice.

"good."

Wang Yidao agreed.

"We're just going to stand in the front and wait for you to ascend to the fairy world to join us. Has Yuqi set up the communication array? Don't let anything slip in the fairy world."

Wang Changsheng asked.

"The arrangements are complete. As for whether they can be connected, we will have to go to the fairy world to know."

Wang Mengbin said with some uncertainty, no one can guarantee it without trying it.

Bai Yuqi consulted and exchanged ideas with many eighth-level formation masters. Theoretical knowledge was very rich, but in practice, one has to try it to know.

"Madam, let Yuqi and the others assemble. I will go to Amethyst Island to survive the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation."

Wang Changsheng ordered and left Qinglian Island and came to Amethyst Island.

Wang Changsheng stood on the top of a peak, took a deep breath, and pinched the magic formula.

The void shook and twisted, and colorful auras emerged. Strong winds blew, lightning flashed, and a huge thundercloud appeared in the sky. Countless silver arcs surged out, exuding a violent aura.

There was a thunderous sound, and a thick silver lightning pierced the sky and struck Wang Changsheng.

With a pinch of Wang Changsheng's secret, countless blue seawater surged out, the seawater rolled violently, and thick water tornadoes rose into the sky to meet them.

The thunder continued, one after another struck down, and the thunder light drowned Wang Changsheng's figure.

Three days and three nights passed, and the thundercloud was still more than a hundred feet in size.

Wang Changsheng stood in a charred open space, his face slightly pale, his mysterious jade shield floating in front of him, his spiritual light a little dim.

The thunderclouds rolled violently, and arcs of nine different colors appeared. The nine-color thunderclouds rolled and surged, turning into silvery white.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"

Wang Changsheng's face became solemn. The reason why the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation is terrifying is that there will be nine-day divine thunder, and the number varies from person to person.

Cao Yuzhen and Ye Xuanji gave their clansmen the reflection crystal to ascend to the immortal world. Wang Changsheng can use it as a reference. Most Mahayana monks who survived the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation only attracted more than a dozen Nine-Heaven Divine Thunder.

Wang Changsheng did the math and found that there were at least forty Nine Heavenly Divine Thunders. Is it because he cultivated into a true spirit and opened the third orifice?

There was a thunderous sound, and a thick Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell from the sky and struck Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng gently tapped the Xuan Jade Shield with his finger, and the Xuan Jade Shield's spiritual light surged, and he stepped forward to meet him.

The Nine Heavens God's lightning struck the Xuan Yu Shield. The Xuan Jade Shield shook slightly, and the dazzling lightning drowned the figures of Xuan Yu Shield and Wang Changsheng.

There was a rumble of thunder, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder struck down, powerful air waves swept across, and the peaks exploded, with smoke and dust billowing.

Less than half an hour later, the thundercloud rolled violently and turned into a huge silver-white thunder dragon, swooping down from high altitude.

A thick water tornado rose into the sky and collided with the silver-white thunder dragon.

There was just a loud noise, and the body of the silver-white thunder dragon exploded. A huge ball of silver-white lightning shot into the sky, and the entire Amethyst Island shook violently.

After a while, the thunder light dissipated, and Wang Changsheng held the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron in his hands. He used the Green Lotus Fortune Cauldron to resist the last thunder tribulation, and the black jade shield was not scrapped.

There were ripples in the void, and a nine-color ladder appeared in the void. The nine-color ladder was covered with mysterious runes.

"Stairway to Immortality!"

Wang Changsheng's face condensed, his eyes were fiery, and he had practiced Taoism for tens of thousands of years, wasn't it just for today?

The Tianhuo flew over. Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingshan, Wang Qinghao, Wang Mengbin and other hundreds of tribesmen were standing on the deck. There were more tribesmen in the cabin, more than ten thousand people.

Wang Changsheng sacrificed the Nine-Yuan Pearl and inserted a magic formula. The Nine-Yuan Pearl bloomed with a silver glow, covering the Skyfire. The Skyfire shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye. It flew into the Nine-Yuan Pearl and disappeared. He put away the Green Lotus Creation. tripod.

"Dad, take care of yourself along the way."

Wang Qingbai flew over and shouted loudly.

"I hope we can meet in the fairy world. I'll take the first step."

After Wang Changsheng said these words, he strode towards the ladder to immortality.

As soon as he stepped onto the ladder to ascend to the immortal world, a holy aura came to him and enveloped his whole body.

When he reached the end, a strong suction force sucked him into the void. He felt that his vision went dark and he knew nothing.

After a while, a gentle man's voice came to Wang Changsheng's ears: "Xiao Feng, welcome fellow Taoist to ascend to the Beihai Immortal Realm."

Wang Changsheng shook his head, regained consciousness, turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, dumbfounded.

A young man in green shirt who looked exactly like Wang Mingren stood not far away, looking at him with a smile.

He never expected that the first monk he saw when he ascended to the immortal world looked exactly like Wang Mingren.

Wang Changsheng was standing on a silver circular high platform, surrounded by thirty-six thick golden stone pillars, with a large number of mysterious runes inscribed on them.

He has learned the fairy language and can understand what the other party says.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, where is this place?"

Wang Changsheng said politely.

"This is the Yunlan Island controlled by our Nine Immortals Sect. I am responsible for guarding the Flying Immortal Platform. After tens of thousands of years, a monk from the lower realm finally ascended and landed on the Flying Immortal Platform that I am guarding. Haha."

Xiao Feng's tone was cheerful and his face was full of smiles.

It is a great achievement to lead an ascended monk.

"Nine Immortals Gate? Yunlan Island?"

Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned. He had never heard of this force, and Ye Xuanji and Cao Yuzhen had not mentioned it.

"Exactly, our Nine Immortals Sect was founded by nine Golden Immortals and has been passed down for more than seven million years. There are no less than ten Golden Immortal monks, and they have a great say in Tianchen Sea Area."

Xiao Feng's face was full of pride.