Rise of Qinglian

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Ruyan was drinking tea and chatting with her mother, Yang Yueqin.

"Yan'er, you're not young anymore. It's time to find a good family and be entrusted with you for the rest of your life. The path to immortality is difficult, and only by supporting each other can you go further. These are foundation-building monks of the right age. Do you like it? which one?"

As Yang Yueqin spoke, he took out a dozen scrolls and asked Wang Ruyan to check them.

Wang Ruyan read them all, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Mom, my daughter doesn't know which one is suitable. Please check it for me."

Yang Yueqin smiled and nodded, and said: "Li Yao from Qingyang Sect is quite good. His grandfather is an alchemy monk. If you marry him, you will surely enjoy good fortune?"

"Li Yao? This man is famous for being a playboy and has a lot of wives and concubines. Mother, do you want me to marry him?"

Wang Ruyan frowned and said.

"Silly girl, who are you marrying? Li Yao is a descendant of the Dan Jie monk after all. If your uncle hadn't been a Dan Jie monk, people might not think highly of you. There are countless female monks who have thrown themselves into his arms. You are still young. If you are ignorant, it is right to listen to your mother. When you get married, you must listen to your husband, take care of your husband and teach your children, and don’t act petty."

Yang Yueqin said earnestly.

Wang Ruyan sighed softly, pulled up her hair with her right hand, and said with a cold look: "You are not my mother at all. My mother is not this kind of person at all. During this time, you have been telling me all day long that you will marry your husband and raise your children, which is not the case at all." When it comes to cultivation, what is fake is always fake. If I hadn’t seen you pretending to be fake, I would have exposed you long ago.”

After saying this, Wang Ruyan flicked his sleeve, and a large piece of blue filament flew out, piercing Yang Yueqin's body. Yang Yueqin turned into dots of spiritual light and disappeared.

Wang Ruyan felt her eyes blur as she suddenly appeared in a gray space with gusts of wind. A group of Wang family monks followed beside her. Wang Changsheng walked side by side with her.

"Onibuchi!"

Wang Ruyan frowned slightly and glanced at Wang Changsheng.

"Fairy Wang, there seems to be something unusual in front of us, let's go and take a look!"

Wang Changsheng suggested, his tone sincere.

Wang Ruyan nodded, and the two of them walked forward slowly.

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Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the futon, their brows furrowed as they faced their inner demons.

Wang Changsheng's body surface was covered by a large piece of colorful spiritual light, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and wisps of fragrant gas floated in his nose like smoke.

Outside the manor, Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingling, and Wang Mengbin looked at Wang Changsheng's residence, with worried looks on their faces.

At this time, the five-color light group had already submerged into the manor. Within a radius of 500 miles, the wind and clouds were turning, and huge spiritual energy gathered into the manor.

The five-color light group became smaller and smaller, as if it had been swallowed up by someone.

Half an hour later, in the secret room, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the futon, with countless five-color spiritual lights pouring into their mouths and noses.

They were sweating profusely and clenching their teeth, as if they were suffering from some kind of pain.

If someone scans their Dantian with their spiritual consciousness, they will find that the volume of the Golden Pill in their Dantian has more than doubled. There is a flash of spiritual light, and a steady stream of spiritual energy is submerged into the Golden Pill, and the volume of the Golden Pill continues to increase.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a small crack appeared in the golden elixir of the two people. The crack expanded rapidly and the golden elixir shattered. Instead, there were two fat and white babies. The babies were several inches tall.

At first, the baby was still a little weak, but a steady stream of five-color spiritual energy poured into the body. The two Nascent Souls grew up a lot, were full of energy and beamed with joy.

Wang Changsheng's Nascent Soul holds three mountain and sea pearls, and Wang Ruyan's Nascent Soul holds the Golden Lotus Qin.

A huge thunder sounded, and the two mini Nascent Souls looked frightened.

A huge dark cloud appeared over the manor, covering more than ten miles. Countless silver thunder snakes swam in the dark clouds like a tide, and a dull rumble spread.

Wang Qingqing and the other three felt the astonishing momentum of the thunder cloud, their expressions changed drastically, and they flew away one after another.

"What's going on? According to the records in the classics, the thunder catastrophe of birthing an infant cannot be so big! The vision must be too big! Could it be that the nine uncles and nine aunts are attacking the Nascent Soul stage together?"

Wang Qingling said with some confusion.

"It's... hard to say, but it's really possible."

In their understanding, Nascent Soul monks all have babies separately, and rarely have babies at the same time. Even if they have babies at the same time, they will live in separate places. However, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan are not separated. With such a big abnormality, it is inevitable that they will Suspect.

"Blessed by our ancestors, I hope my parents will successfully enter the Nascent Soul stage!"

Wang Qingqing muttered to herself, her face full of worry.

The dark clouds rolled violently, the thunder roared loudly, and several thick silver lightnings flew out from the dark clouds and struck towards the manor.

"Boom!"

A building was directly reduced to rubble, and dust was flying.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qingling was certain that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan reached the Nascent Soul stage at the same time. This was the first time she had seen this situation, and she had never seen it in the classics.

The dark thunderclouds rolled, and a large swath of silver lightning fell down, even more in number than before.

Wang Qingqing's heart tightened. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan's thunder catastrophe was more than twice that of Ziyue Fairy. It was so powerful that it was not known whether Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan could survive this disaster.

Three beads flew out, spinning around, and countless yellow mist emerged. Before long, the entire manor was covered by a large sea of ​​yellow mist.

The silver lightning sank into the yellow sea of ​​mist, like a sea of ​​mud, without making the slightest sound.

The rumble of thunder sounded again, and twice as many silver lightnings flew out as before, striking at the yellow sea of ​​mist below.

The silver thunder light and yellow glow are intertwined together, which is extremely gorgeous.

After a cup of tea, the silver lightning falling from the black thundercloud seemed to be endless. Wave after wave fell, becoming more and more powerful, and most of the yellow mist was dispelled.

Boom!

A huge thunder sounded, and black thunderclouds rolled violently. Ten extremely thick silver thunder pythons flew out from the thunderclouds and pounced on the yellow sea of ​​fog below.

Ten silver thunder pythons submerged into the yellow sea of ​​mist and suddenly exploded, turning into countless silver arcs that bounced around. Powerful air waves spread in all directions, rolling up a lot of dust.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan stood among a pile of rubble. Their clothes were in tatters and their breath was weak.

Another huge thunder sounded, and the black clouds above the head rolled violently, and arcs of blue, blue, and red colors suddenly appeared.

"This is the three-color divine thunder! How is it possible! How can there be three-color divine thunder in the Jieying Thunder Tribulation?"

Wang Qingqing exclaimed, clutching the corners of her clothes with both hands and looking nervous.

Wang Qingling and Wang Mengbin looked at each other, not daring to breathe and looking straight at the three-color divine thunder.

Boom!

The three-color thunder cloud rolled violently and turned into dozens of three-color thunder spears, which quickly struck down.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan's expressions changed greatly, and a burst of blue light lit up on their bodies, turning into a blue ball of light, covering them.

Wang Changsheng raised his hand, and a small green umbrella flew out. When it unfolded, a green glow flew out, covering the two of them, forming a second protective circle.

Wang Ruyan sacrificed a black ball, which turned into a black light curtain, forming a third protective circle.

The three-color thunder spear hit the black light screen and exploded immediately. Countless three-color arcs bounced and drowned the figures of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. Dust was flying and air waves were rolling.

After ten breaths, the three-color thunder light dissipated and the sky became clear again.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were lying in the rubble, their breath was weak. Wang Changsheng pressed on Wang Ruyan, protecting Wang Ruyan. He was bleeding, his arms were black, and there was a burning smell.

Judging from the powerful spiritual pressure they radiated, they had suddenly advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. However, in order to protect Wang Ruyan, Wang Changsheng blocked most of the damage. If he hadn't been a physical practitioner, he would have died.