Rise of Qinglian

Time flies, more than 500 years have passed.

The Xuanyang Mountains are located in the middle of the Qianling Continent. They are full of spiritual energy and stretch for hundreds of millions of miles. There are eighth-order spiritual veins and a space node leading to the Guangyun Realm. The Stone Cocoon Clan sent Mahayana monks to sit in the town.

In a manor full of singing birds and fragrant flowers, Shi Pan, Shi Yi, a plump young woman in a purple skirt and a burly old man in a red robe sat in a stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.

"Calculate the time, they should be here!" said the young woman in the purple dress.

Yunyan, the middle period of Mahayana.

"It's almost there! Immortal Artifact of Time, Good Fortune Jade Dew, the opportunity of the Xing Clan is too great. If this falls into the hands of our Stone Cocoon Clan, more of our clansmen will ascend to the fairy world."

The eyes of the red-robed old man were fiery.

Shi Yan, an eighth-level alchemist in the middle stage of Mahayana.

Ye Xuanfeng had already confessed to them that the Xun clan had obtained a low-grade celestial artifact, the Qiankun Bottle, which possessed the law of time, so that they could cultivate seven Mahayanas, as well as alchemy masters and Xuantian treasures within ten thousand years.

The Ye family originally wanted to hide it, but the high-level officials of the Stone Cocoon Clan were not fools. After repeated pressing, Ye Xuanfeng had no choice but to confess that the Yao Clan had united with many powerful forces.

This matter can't be kept secret for a long time, if the Ye family doesn't say anything, the Yao clan or the Xing clan may not keep it secret, especially the Xing clan, only a small number of people escaped, so they will definitely spread the news.

"The Qiankun bottle is too tricky. If we really get the Qiankun bottle, the other big clans will not let us go. It would be nice to get some fortune jade dew."

Shi Pan said in a deep voice.

According to Ye Xuanfeng, the Jade Dew of Fortune can ripen the elixir, and it can also be used to cultivate the treasure of the Xuantian. The treasure of the Xuantian absorbs a large amount of the Jade Dew of the Fortune and can become the treasure of the Xuantian.

The ability of the Qiankun bottle is too heaven-defying, even if the Stone Cocoon Clan gets the Qiankun bottle, other forces will be envious.

Whoever gets the Qiankun Bottle will be able to cultivate a few more Xuantian Treasures, as well as high-year spirit trees, spirit medicines and eighth-order spirit beasts.

Fortunately, it was discovered early. If there were monks in the late stage of Mahayana in the Xing clan, and a few more Xuantian treasures, the Mahayana of the Yao clan would not be an opponent.

"That can't be said that way, as long as the news is not leaked, then there is no problem, but with so many forces staring at it, it is not easy to get the Qiankun bottle."

Yunyan analyzed.

Just as Shi Pan was about to say something, he looked up into the sky and said, "They are here."

A white light appeared in the distant sky, and not long after, the white light stopped over the manor, and it was a huge white ship hundreds of feet long, with the word "Northern Cold" written on the sail.

Wang Qingshan, Ye Xuanfeng, Qianjin Zhenjun, Chen Yueying, Xuan Qingzi and Tianhe Jianzun stood on the deck, their expressions were solemn.

Beihan is a cross-ling treasure ship newly refined by Ye family, much stronger than Xuanqing. Sword Master Tianhe traveled in Qianling Continent, encountered Beihan, learned the whole story, and boarded the ship to join the battle.

Ye Xuanfeng told Wang Qingshan and the other five that the Xing clan got a low-grade fairy artifact, the Qiankun bottle, which was snatched by the Yao clan, and this matter cannot be kept secret.

When the Beihan passed through Qinglin Valley, a group of human monks including Wang Chuanming, Wang Zongyun, Wang Jizao, Wang Mengshan, Tianxue's grandma, Liu Yao boarded the ship and joined the battle.

Wang Chuanming and Murong Yushuang are both in the late stage of fusion, and Wang Mengshan, Grandma Tianxue, and Liu Yao are all in the middle stage of fusion. If it weren't for the Xianyuan fruit obtained from the fragments of the fairy world, Wang Chuanming would not be able to come from behind, so chance is very important.

The war is indeed dangerous, but it is also an opportunity, which depends on whether you can grasp it.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are finally here."

Shi Pan said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, are you ready?"

Ye Xuanfeng asked.

"It's ready, eight Mahayanas, three hundred combined, and ten thousand refining voids."

Shi Pan's tone was powerful and proud.

There are currently thirteen Mahayana members of the Stone Cocoon Clan, and it is claimed that there are only eleven.

The Stone Cocoon Clan dispatched four Mahayanas, four Mahayanas from the affiliated races, and [-] Fudies and [-] Lianxu, most of them came from the affiliated races, this is the background of the great clan.

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It is said that even if their entire army is wiped out, the Stone Cocoon Clan can still pull out more masters. Unless the Stone Cocoon Clan is disabled all at once, the Stone Cocoon Clan will be able to recover after a certain period of time.

"That's good, call them, let's set off as soon as possible! Delaying for too long is beneficial to the Yao clan."

Ye Xuanfeng urged.

Shi Pan nodded, took out a dharma plate with flashing yellow light, entered a formula, and ordered: "Shi Yin, tell the final Taoists to gather at the square in front of Xuanyang Hall, and hurry up."

"Yes, Elder Shi."

A respectful male voice came from the yellow Dharma plate.

The six of Ye Xuanfeng flew away from the Beihan, landed in the manor, and started chatting.

"Your Wang Daoyou's spiritual consciousness is well cultivated, almost catching up with my concubine."

Yun Yan's eyes fell on Wang Qingshan, and she said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the Mahayana monks present were a little surprised, and they all looked at Wang Qingshan.

"Mrs. Yun is absurd. My spiritual consciousness is indeed stronger than that of early Mahayana monks, but it is still far behind Mrs. Yun."

Wang Qingshan said modestly, he was secretly surprised that Yunyan could actually see the strength of his consciousness.

Yun Yan smiled and said nothing, she is a spirit body, but it is a very tasteless kind, gifted with supernatural powers can perceive the strength and weakness of other creatures' consciousness.

In less than half an hour, they left the manor and came to a vast bluestone square. On the square was a golden palace more than ten feet high, with the word "Xuanyang" written on the plaque, and more than ten thousand monks lined up stand up.

Shi Pan shook his sleeve, and a yellow light flew out. It was a yellow dragon boat with the word "Stone Cocoon" written on the sail. There was a [-]-story yellow attic on top of the yellow dragon boat, which could accommodate [-] people. Monks are not a problem.

The Stone Cocoon is a cross-boundary treasure ship, a more advanced boundary-breaking treasure than the boundary-breaking plate.

After Wang Qingshan and the others boarded the ship, they pinched the cloud and smoke formula, and the Stone Cocoon lit up with a dazzling yellow light. A thick yellow light shot out from the dragon's head, hitting a certain void, and the void vibrated and twisted, revealing a huge Black hole, the aura of the yellow dragon boat soared, flew into the black hole, and the black hole healed.

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Canghai, Canghai Island.

Liu Hongxue and Bai Yuqi stood on the top of a peak, looking at the thunderclouds in the distance, their faces solemn.

Wang Yingjie is hitting the stage of Mahayana, and has passed the test of demons.

There was a rumbling thunder, and thick silver lightning bolts fell.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the thundercloud rolled violently, and seven arcs of different colors emerged.

"Seven-Color Divine Thunder!"

Liu Hongxue and Bai Yuqi both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yingjie stood inside a silver light curtain, his face was pale, and he was holding a silver formation disk in his hand. There were several small cracks on the surface of the formation disk.

There was a rumbling thunder, and a thick bolt of seven-color lightning struck straight at Wang Yingjie.