The Black Yan Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles. It is full of spiritual energy and rich in monster resources, attracting many high-level monks to hunt monsters here.
There was a huge roar from the depths of the Black Yan Mountains, and a huge ball of silver lightning rose into the sky, which was very conspicuous.
A valley extends in all directions. There is no grass in the valley and there are many potholes. A pale young woman in a green skirt is lying in a huge pit with black smoke. Her left arm is missing. There is a bloody hole in her abdomen as big as a fist, and the blood is flowing. .
There were some green wood chips scattered on the ground, which glowed with a faint green light, as well as two broken green flags.
A tall, thin young man in a golden shirt stood not far away with an indifferent expression. He held a long knife with flashing golden light in his hand, and the blade was engraved with exquisite patterns.
A giant silver dove hovered high in the sky, with countless silver arcs surrounding it.
"Who is your Excellency! Where did I offend fellow Taoist? You must let me know until you die!"
The young woman in the green skirt frowned and asked, her tone a little weak.
"Go down and ask the King of Hell!"
The young man in the golden shirt looked cold and waved the golden sword in his hand, slashing him horizontally.
After a harsh sword cry, thousands of golden sword energies swept out, like a golden torrent, heading straight towards the young woman in the green skirt and sweeping away.
The young woman in the green skirt was about to cast a spell to resist, when a loud man's shout rang out, echoing throughout the world.
The young woman in the green skirt felt dizzy and her eyes were horrified.
"Zhenshenhou, are you from the Qinglian Wang family?"
The young woman in the green skirt exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on her face.
The God-Suppressing Roar is a unique magical power of the Wang family. Only the core disciples can master this magical power. The outside world knows the existence of this magical power, but it is difficult to guard against it.
Talisman seals, which can weaken or restrain spiritual attacks, are relatively rare and only a few monks can possess them.
The dense golden sword energy swept over and submerged the figure of the young woman in the green skirt, chopping her into pieces and sending dust flying into the air.
A mini Nascent Soul flew out of the body, and a big golden hand fell from the sky, grabbing the mini Nascent Soul like fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea.
The expression on the mini Yuanying's face condensed, and his size increased dramatically. As if he was about to expose himself, another man's loud shout rang out.
Hearing this sound, the size of the mini Yuanying shrank rapidly, and a silver-colored talisman flew out and stuck to the mini Yuanying's body. The mini Yuanying's expression became sluggish.
The young man in golden shirt flew over and grabbed the mini Nascent Soul, a dazzling golden light emerging from his palm.
"As expected, it was you who did it. It took nearly a thousand years to bring you to justice."
The young man in golden shirt said to himself, it was Wang Chuanming.
It took him nearly a thousand years to bring the murderer of the deputy master of the dark hall to justice. Of course, he did not need to keep an eye on him personally. He was always practicing. When the murderer acted abnormally, his subordinates would report it to Wang Chuanming.
After serving as the leader of the dark hall, Wang Chuanming can mobilize more people and does not need to do everything personally.
He first provoked the relationship between Chen Yunqing and other sect members, forcing Chen Yunqing to leave, and then found an opportunity to attack the murderer.
When the deputy master of the dark hall was investigating the case, he traced this person. Unexpectedly, the person was a Void Refining monk and was killed directly. After the incident, the murderer came to Xuanqing Valley several times and hid for more than 800 years. .
Wang Chuanming searched the property scattered on the ground, burned the body, and left the place.
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Qinglian Island, Qinglian Peak.
Wang Changsheng was sitting in a blue stone pavilion, with his double-eyed mouse lying on the blue stone table.
After eating a large number of elixirs and fruits, it successfully advanced to the sixth-level mid-level. The Lingui also advanced to the sixth-level mid-level. The mirage dragon and the wood demon were still the sixth-level low-level. With the blood of the mirage dragon, they advanced to the sixth level. It is only a matter of time before the sixth level mid-level.
After practicing in seclusion for many years, Wang Changsheng's magic power has become much more refined.
The Kung Fu books that Wang Chuanming brought out from Xuanling Cave also contained methods for refining seventh-level talismans, but the materials required were relatively rare, and the Wang family had only collected some of them.
Wang Ruyan is practicing in seclusion, waiting for the family to collect all the materials before trying to refine the seventh-level talisman seal.
Wang Changsheng took out a communication disk with flashing green light from his arms and entered a magic formula. Wang Moshan's voice then sounded: "Old ancestor, Senior Liu from Zhenhai Palace is here, and Senior Song from the Song family is also here. There are two seniors.”
"Invite them to the reception room, I'll be there soon."
Wang Changsheng ordered, Liu Qingfeng and Song Yunlong came to the door at the same time, there must be something important.
"Yes, ancestor."
Wang Moshan agreed.
Putting away the interrogation tray, Wang Changsheng came to the reception room.
Not long after, five rays of light flew in. In addition to Liu Qingfeng, Song Yunlong and Zhao Yunxiao, there was also a slim young woman in a white dress and a tall old man in a silver robe. The young woman in the white dress had skin as white as snow and her eyes were He is white, and his body is more than twice as big as the human race. The silver-robed old man has some silver spirit patterns on his arms and face, and his eyes are also silver.
"Snow Clan, Thunder Bull Clan!"
Wang Changsheng's face condensed. The Snow Clan and the Thunder Niu Clan are one of the subordinate races of the Human Race. It is said that the Thunder Niu Clan has the blood of Kui Niu. The Snow Clan and the Thunder Niu Clan are both one of the Five Kings and have as many masters as the clouds.
"Senior Brother Liu, Fellow Daoist Song, long time no see. Who are these two Fellow Daoists?"
Wang Changsheng said hello, his eyes fell on the young woman in white dress and the old man in silver robe, with curiosity on his face.
He has never dealt with the masters of these two tribes and is relatively unfamiliar with them.
"I am Snow Princess, and I have met fellow Taoist Wang."
The young woman in the white dress bowed and said politely.
"I am Niu Pan."
The silver-robed old man announced his name without being too polite.
Xue Ji, Niu Pan and Song Yunlong are all in the middle stage of integration, and Wang Changsheng is in the early stage of integration.
"Junior Brother Wang, we have received reliable news that there is a seven-level three-headed turtle in the Wilderness Land. We plan to go to the Wilderness Land to kill this monster. You have been to the Wilderness Land many times and will go with us. After that, I will never treat you badly, how about that?"
Liu Qingfeng said politely, today is different from the past. Wang Changsheng has entered the integration stage, and Zhenhai Palace cannot force Wang Changsheng to do things.
"A seven-level three-headed turtle?"
Wang Changsheng suddenly understood. He looked troubled and said, "Senior Brother Liu, are you not enough? My strength is low, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help."
Liu Qingfeng is in the late stage of fusion, and Song Yunlong and the other three are in the middle stage of fusion. Logically speaking, Wang Changsheng is not needed at all.
"I heard that you have a sixth-level spirit rat that is good at finding treasures from heaven and earth, so I wanted to go to the wild land with you."
Liu Qingfeng explained.
"Senior Brother Liu, Zhenhai Palace has a long heritage. I don't believe there are no sixth-order spiritual beasts looking for heavenly materials and earthly treasures."
Wang Changsheng asked with some confusion.
It's okay to ask him for help, tell the truth.
"You have mastered a magical power, the God-Suppressing Roar, which is very powerful and can help. This is a sixth-level thunder ray's skin and five sea-suppressing beads. Once the deed is accomplished, I will thank you heavily."
Liu Qingfeng took out a cyan storage ring and handed it to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng looked troubled, he really didn't want to go to a wild land.
"Junior brother Wang, the master is back. They are here to help the master. The master has to survive the great catastrophe."
Zhao Yunxiao sent a message to Wang Changsheng.
Liu Qingfeng and Song Yunlong are both local factions, and Wang Changsheng may not listen to them.
"Overcoming the great tribulation?"
Wang Changsheng was dubious, but since Zhao Yunxiao had already spoken, he couldn't refuse anymore. With Liu Qingfeng leading the team, he thought nothing would happen.
"Okay! Then let me run with you!"
Wang Changsheng took out the communication tray, explained a few words to Wang Moshan, returned to Qinglian Peak, took the spirit beasts and insects, and left with Liu Qingfeng. Zhao Yunxiao was not with him.