Rise of Qinglian

A large number of monks came here, with different expressions on their faces, looking at the spirit of the three Taoist tools.

A dazzling silver light lit up on a certain floor of the Qiankun Tower, and an embarrassed figure flew out from the Qiankun Tower. It was none other than Shen Xin.

His face was pale, his breath was veiled, and there was a terrifying blood hole on his left shoulder. The blood was flowing, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

"Go to Yiyan Palace to buy some healing elixirs to heal your wounds!"

Yan Yinuo said with concern.

Shen Xin nodded and flew into Yiyan Palace.

The monks looked at each other and became nervous.

Even Taiyi Golden Immortal was injured when he broke through the level, let alone the monks below Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"You have also seen that if you don't have the ability, don't enter the Qiankun Tower. His condition is still good."

The young man in silver shirt spoke.

"Junior wants to give it a try."

A burly man in a golden shirt stepped forward and said.

Judging from his aura, he has the cultivation level of the True Immortal Dzogchen.

"Go in if you want to break through. Don't play tricks with me. The Golden Immortal is the Golden Immortal. Don't think that I can't tell the difference if you use secret techniques to suppress the cultivation of the Golden Immortal."

The young man in silver shirt glared at the big man in gold shirt and said.

The big man in golden shirt smiled and flew into the Qiankun Tower.

A ball of five-color thunder light lit up high in the sky, revealing Murong Yurong's figure, her whole body surrounded by countless five-color arcs.

"Taoist Qiankun Tower!"

Murong Yurong said excitedly.

The weapon spirit of Qiankun Tower glanced at Murong Yurong and said nothing.

Murong Yurong flew into the Qiankun Tower and began to break through the levels.

In the Qiankun Tower, Wang Ruyan stood above a vast expanse of glacier. Countless white snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the cold wind was blowing.

A white giant was attacking Wang Ruyan. The white giant's facial features were blurred and its body was huge, but it was very flexible.

Wang Ruyan frowned slightly. Relying on Xiao Cheng's rules, she made it to the fifth level. The opponent in this level was a first-level immortal weapon master who used a large formation to deal with her.

Wang Ruyan's eyebrows lit up with a dazzling red light, and Lihuo's true pupils appeared.

She could clearly see a looming white light in the northwest corner.

Wang Ruyan slapped his right hand into the void, and a harsh fairy sound sounded. A giant blue palm filled with mysterious notes flew out and hit the white giant, and the white giant's body exploded instantly.

The giant blue palm flew straight to where the white light was, and hit the glacier. The glacier shattered, and a flying sword with flashing white light could be seen. The white flying sword shattered.

Xiao Cheng's law of sound cannot be blocked by low-grade immortal weapons.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Ruyan appeared above a vast grassland. An old man in green shirt with handsome features stood on a slope.

Wang Ruyan sprayed out a blue sound wave and headed straight for the old man in green robe.

Wherever the blue sound wave passed, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and thick and long cracks appeared on the ground.

Just as the green-robed old man was about to avoid it, Wang Ruyan said, "Your Excellency, it's better to just let him go and capture him!"

Her voice kept echoing in the ears of the old man in green robes. The old man in green robes had a look of pain on his face and held his head in his hands. Various noises filled his ears, and the environment in front of him became blurry.

A giant blue palm came towards the face and easily penetrated the green-robed old man's body-protecting aura. It hit the green-robed old man's body and turned him into a ball of blood mist.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Ruyan appeared over a vast and boundless sea area. The place was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

The rumble of thunder sounded, and thick silver lightning streaked through the sky and struck Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan held out a shield with flashing blue light, blocking the falling silver lightning.

On the other side, there was a gray space with a large number of bones on the ground.

Wang Changsheng stood on the ground, frowning slightly, and a fat old man in red robe stood opposite.

He has passed eight levels in a row, and now he is in the ninth level. His opponent is a practitioner of both law and body, proficient in the art of exorcising ghosts, and has the cultivation level of a true immortal.

As the number of times you pass through levels increases, the enemy's strength will also increase. The enemies all have the cultivation level of the True Immortal Dzogchen, or are spiritual masters, immortal talisman masters, immortal array masters, or are proficient in poison techniques.

A large number of ghosts rushed towards Wang Changsheng from all directions, and there were as many as ten ghosts in the true immortal stage.

Wang Changsheng's eyebrows lit up with a dazzling blue light, and a blue eyeball appeared, which was the true glazed pupil.

With a pinch of his magic technique, the true glazed pupils spurted out glazed divine light, covering the ghosts. The ghosts wanted to avoid them, but thick yellow chains emerged from the ground and wrapped around the bodies of these ghosts.

When the glazed divine light touched these ghosts, the ghosts emitted a puff of smoke and their bodies became looming.

A giant blue fist swept over and easily defeated the bodies of these ghosts.

The giant blue fist went straight towards the old man in red robe, very fast.

The old man in red robe wanted to avoid it, but a huge blue cage appeared and trapped him inside.

The old man in red robe pinched the magic formula, and his chest lit up with a dazzling blood light, and a ferocious grimace could be seen.

He cut off his right hand, threw it to Ghostface and devoured it.

The ghost face let out a shrill ghost cry, and blood-colored sharp thorns sprouted from the body surface of the red-robed old man. The body quickly expanded and turned into a green-faced and fanged blood-colored ghost. The broken arm grew back, but it was just a withered bloody ghost claw. .

A huge red light blade flew out from between its eyebrows, hitting the blue cage and smashing it into pieces.

Two big yellow hands emerged from the ground and grabbed the legs of the bloody ghost. It spurted out a stream of bloody flames and landed on the big yellow hands. The right ghost claw turned into a fist and faced the giant blue fist.

After a shrill ghost cry sounded, the bloody ghost was smashed into a ball of blood mist by the giant blue fist.

Xiao Cheng's law of force is so powerful that even if this person is combined with a ghost, he can't stop it.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Changsheng appeared on a vast white glacier. A large number of white snowflakes were drifting down in the wind, and the temperature was frighteningly low.

Wang Changsheng's face was solemn. This was the last level. If he passed this level, he would be number one. He also wanted to see what kind of magical power this person had to become number one in the True Immortal Stage.

The old man in second place in red robe has mastered four special laws and one ordinary law. I wonder if the first place masters five special laws or one supreme law.

A harsh sword cry sounded, and thirty-six flying swords with flashing white light shot out at extremely fast speeds.

Wang Changsheng was not careless and held out a long stick with white light flashing. With a sudden shake, the shadow of the stick swept out and faced him.

There was a "clang" sound of gold and iron clashing, and thirty-six white flying swords flew out, surrounding Wang Changsheng. They trembled slightly and heard bursts of piercing sword sounds.

"Sword array!"

Wang Changsheng frowned.

Thirty-six white flying swords rotated rapidly, and fierce white sword energy swept out. At the same time, white tornadoes appeared, heading straight towards Wang Changsheng,

I can end this little plot tomorrow and go back to retreat.