Rise of Qinglian

Donghuang, Wei State.

Qinglian Villa, a quiet courtyard.

"What? Uncle Jiujiu asked me to go to the South China Sea?" Wang Qingqi looked at Wang Qingkai and asked doubtfully.

"That's right, fourth brother, you have been teaching Tianfeng how to make alchemy. I just have time to tell you that as early as a year ago, Uncle Jiu sent someone back to ask you to go to the South China Sea with Qingjun and the others. Uncle Jiu said, Help you hit the pill forming stage."

Wang Qingqi was a little moved. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's give it a while! Tian Feng is in good shape recently."

Wang Qingkai shook his head and said solemnly: No, Uncle Jiu repeatedly emphasized that you must rush to Nanhai as soon as possible. Speaking of which, I was negligent. Fourth brother, you established the foundation earlier. Logically speaking, your cultivation level is higher than mine. Yes, I have cultivated to the seventh level of foundation building, but you are still at the sixth level. You must have encountered a bottleneck! "

In fact, Wang Qingkai had already suspected it, but Wang Qingqi didn't say anything and Wang Qingkai just pretended to be confused.

In his opinion, Wang Qingqi was an alchemy master, and he might have been busy teaching his tribe to make alchemy, which delayed his practice. If Wang Changsheng hadn't sent someone back to severely reprimand Wang Qingkai, Wang Qingkai would not have known that Wang Qingqi was stuck.

Wang Qingqi has been busy improving elixir recipes, refining foundation-building elixirs, and teaching his younger generations to refine elixirs in recent years. It is normal for his cultivation to stagnate.

Wang Changsheng asked Wang Qingqi to slow down the number of foundation-building monks he trained. They wanted quality rather than quantity. Except for the batch of foundation-building monks that Wang Changsheng transferred previously, there were not many good seedlings among the foundation-building monks who later went to the South China Sea. Most of their cultivation relied on elixirs. Pile up.

Cultivation depends on pills, but they are of no use.

"Okay... okay! Since Uncle Jiu asked me to go there, then I will go there! Where is Tian Feng! Is he going too?"

Wang Qingkai shook his head and said: "Tian Feng is not leaving. There will be a second-level alchemist left in the clan. Qing Jun and the others have been waiting for many days. You should be on your way in two days!"

"Okay, I'll get ready right now." Wang Qingqi agreed.

Three days later, Wang Qingjun and more than 20 tribesmen left Qinglian Villa and rushed to Chongyang City.

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South China Sea, Coral Sea.

Night falls, the moonlight is like water.

Sea cucumber island, a certain valley.

Ye Lin's family of four was having dinner. Ye Yutong was over one year old. Wang Changyue held Ye Yutong in his arms. Ye Lin fed Ye Yutong in person, with a look of doting in his eyes.

"Brother eats so little!" Ye Haitang blinked and said curiously.

"It was the same when you were little. Your father was worried that you wouldn't have enough to eat!" Wang Changyue said with a smile.

Suddenly, a stream of liquid flew out of Ye Yutong's body and landed on Ye Lin's face. It was Ye Yutong's child urine.

"Oops! My brother peed on daddy's face again."

Ye Lin smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go change some clothes."

As soon as he stood up, a harsh scream suddenly came from his arms.

Ye Lin took out a seven-cornered array plate, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically.

"No, there are five Danjie monks coming from under the sea towards Sea Cucumber Island. It looks like they are in trouble. Madam, take Haitang and Yutong and teleport away immediately."

As a third-level formation mage, it was naturally impossible for Ye Lin to have no backup plan. The world of immortal cultivation in the South China Sea was relatively chaotic. He had already anticipated this day and had deployed several small teleportation formations. In case of encountering a strong enemy, Wang Changyue and the others could escape.

"Husband, you have to be careful, Changyue and I are waiting for you to come back." Wang Changyue warned, his eyes full of worry.

"I won't leave, I want to be with dad."

Ye Lin fondly touched Ye Haitang's head and said, "Dad will be here soon. You guys go first. Daddy will be fine. Haitang listens to daddy the most, be good."

"Okay! Don't lie to me. I'll wait for you to have dinner." Ye Haitang agreed and left with Wang Changyue.

Ye Lin took out a communication disk and typed in a spell: "Qingshan, something bad has happened. Four Danjie monks have come. They don't seem to be visiting. They seem to be looking for trouble. Come over right away and bring them with you." Go up to Qingqing and the others and prepare to abandon the island and escape."

"Yes, uncle, I will bring someone over right away."

Outside Sea Cucumber Island, at a depth of dozens of feet on the seabed, five huge shells of different colors moved forward quickly.

Not long after, a blue shell suddenly stopped. The shell opened, and a layer of light blue water curtain wrapped the shell, blocking the sea water from outside. An old man in green robe with a cold face stood in the shell, forming pills. Seven floors.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in front of him. With a "swish" sound, a blue ball the size of a fist flew into his hand. The blue ball emitted a faint wave of spiritual energy.

"Surveillance magic weapon. It's rare for a small force to have such a thing. There's no need to hide it. They have already discovered us. They changed their original plan and went directly to the island to kill them. They are just two pill-forming monks."

Five huge shells quickly surfaced from the sea, four men, one woman, and four alchemy monks.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a complicated expression.

It was Ye Lang.

"Kill, leave no one behind." The man in green robe said coldly, and took out three gleaming green flying knives, slashing towards the location of Sea Cucumber Island.

The other four people were not idle either, offering magic weapons or using magical powers.

A series of roars sounded, and various spells flashed.

Without the alchemy monks to control the formation, the island-protecting formation would not be able to last long.

Within twenty seconds, the island-protecting formation was breached by four Dan-Jie cultivators.

At this time, only some members of the Wang family teleported away.

The Wang family monks rushed out of their residence one after another. Before they could figure out what happened, the magical weapon with powerful spiritual energy came in front of them and killed them.

A miserable cry sounded out, and more than a dozen Wang family monks fell in a pool of blood.

Wang Qingqing and others rushed towards Wang Changyue's residence, their faces full of horror.

"Want to leave? Have you asked us? Kill." The old man in green robe pinched the magic formula, and three green flying knives circled and slashed at Wang Qingqing and others.

He could see that the monk Jiedan was out and away, which was convenient for them.

The cyan flying knife was extremely fast and was behind Wang Qingqing in an instant.

Mo Caiyun was beside Wang Qingqing, and she was also the target of attack.

"Qingqing, get away quickly."

Mo Caiyun suddenly knocked away Wang Qingqing, and the green flying knife pierced Mo Caiyun's body. She fell to the ground, bleeding.

Zhao Zheng and Wang Qiufeng were also hit by the magic weapon and fell into a pool of blood.

"Husband, twenty-first uncle." Wang Qingqing shouted in grief.

Mo Caiyun was not dead yet, with a lot of blood coming out of his chest.

"Qingqing, go quickly, quickly..."

Before she could finish her words, she died.

If Mo Caiyun didn't push Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingqing would definitely die.

In the face of the absolute strength, the Wang family monks could not resist at all. Several magic weapons flew past, and several Wang family monks fell into a pool of blood.

The green flying knife circled and struck at Wang Qingqing again.

At this moment, a green rope shot out and caught Wang Qingqing. She flew up and the green flying knife missed.

"Qing Qing, you go quickly, I will stop you." Wang Qingshan's face was solemn.

"Brother Qi, I'm going to cut off the queen, so you can go! You can't let anything happen to you and let my father avenge me."

Wang Qingshan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "You can't stop them. Don't let Uncle Twenty-One die in vain. Leave quickly."

Wang Qingqing gritted her teeth and rushed towards the valley quickly.