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Chapter 1888 Castle Peak Retreat Shocks God Transformation Stage

Qiangou Realm, Zhongming Mountain Range, and Galewind Secret Realm.

A blue ray of light appeared in the distant sky and flew towards the depths of the Zhongming Mountains.

"Who is it? This is the important place of our royal family, idlers should stop."

A man's voice full of vigor suddenly sounded, and as soon as the words fell, Wang Huayang flew out from the depths of the mountains with a group of monks.

The cyan light faded away, revealing a gleaming cyan lotus pedestal, on which Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan stood.

"I don't know that my ancestors are coming, but my grandson is far away to welcome me."

Wang Huayang quickly bowed and saluted with a respectful expression.

"The hypocrisy will be waived. How about it? Is there any news about Qingshan?"

Wang Changsheng asked about Wang Qingshan's news.

"Not yet, Qing Qing's ancestor is still leading people to search for it, and we have never given up."

Wang Huayang said truthfully that they had been searching for decades, but unfortunately there was no news of Wang Qingshan.

"You guys are busy!"

Wang Changsheng nodded, and with a pinch of the formula, the Qinglian Dharma Seat turned into a blue light and flew into the depths of the mountains.

In the secret territory of the violent wind, there is a vast and boundless yellow desert, with gusts of strong winds, the sky is grounded, and smoke and dust are flying all over the sky.

Wang Qingqing stood in the void out of thin air, holding a light blue Dharma plate in his hand, and there were several light spots on the surface of the Dharma plate.

A group of monks stood on top of a white cloud over a hundred feet in size, with respectful expressions.

Most of the monks she sent in were dead, and no one could come out alive, let alone spread the news.

"Qingqing, thank you for your hard work."

A gentle man's voice suddenly sounded, and just as he finished speaking, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan flew from the distant sky and landed in front of Wang Qingqing.

"Father, mother, why are you here?"

Wang Qingqing said happily.

"Your seventh brother has been missing for many years, we are not at ease, if we get a fifth-order formation, we may have a chance to rescue Qingshan."

Wang Ruyan's voice was heavy.

If Wang Qingshan is rescued, they can follow Qi Ling and try to ascend to the spirit world with peace of mind.

With a flick of Wang Changsheng's sleeve, hundreds of formation flags and more than a dozen formation disks glittering with spiritual light flew out. The formation flags turned around and turned into hundreds of spiritual lights and disappeared into the ground.

He arranged the array and put several formulas into the array.

There was a muffled sound from the bottom of the desert, and it shook violently, and countless yellow gravel flew high into the sky.

A dazzling white beam of light soared into the sky, sinking into the void where the space node was located.

As time passed, Wang Changsheng's eyes were fixed on the void, and his heart was heavy.

An hour later, the formation disk in Wang Changsheng's hand suddenly lit up and made a piercing scream.

He took out the Sky-shattering Spirit Blade and slashed towards the void at a certain space node. A piercing knife sound sounded, and a silver long rainbow flew out and hit a space node. There was a burst of ripples at the space node, and suddenly A gap several feet wide appeared, and an old man in green robe who was over seventy years old flew out of it. The old man in green robe was pale and bloodless.

"Sun Daoyou, how is it? Have you met my seventh brother?"

Wang Qingqing asked impatiently.

"No, it's a necromantic space. I didn't meet any monks, not a single living thing. My magic power is slowly passing away, and I can't control it at all."

The tone of the old man in green robe was weak, and he looked very weak.

"Sun Xiaoyou, you are determined, you should adjust your breath first!"

Wang Changsheng said warmly, and threw a blue porcelain bottle to the old man in green robe.

The green-robed old man thanked him, took the blue porcelain bottle, took the elixir, and meditated to adjust his breath.

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From a steep emerald green mountain, there was a huge explosion from time to time, and the flames shot into the sky.

Wang Qingshan and Bai Linger teamed up to besiege a gigantic double-headed lion about Zhang Xu tall. The giant lion's body was covered with red fluff, and there were red scales on its head. windy.

Its whole body was wrapped in billowing flames, its surface was covered with scars, and there were more than a dozen huge potholes on the ground.

It spouted billowing flames from one head, and more than a dozen thick silver lightning bolts from one head.

Hundreds of feet away, a fruit tree more than ten feet high stands proudly on the top of the mountain. The leaves are red, the trunk is golden, and there are five pale golden fruits hanging on the tree. There are nine red lines on the surface of the fruit, which exude A strange fragrance came out, it was the Jiuyang Jinli fruit tree.

"Why do you have to fight to the end! Surrender to us!"

Bai Linger's voice is gentle, which makes people feel good after hearing it.

The two-headed giant lion's eyes froze, and the flames on his body were greatly reduced.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, and the nine green glazed swords immediately uttered an ear-piercing sound, and instantly merged into one, turning into a blue sky-lifting giant sword, exuding a terrifying aura, descending from the sky , slashed towards the double-headed giant lion.

An extremely painful cry sounded, and the double-headed giant lion was cut in half by the giant sword that held the sky.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, the Qingtian giant sword turned into a blue light, flew back to his sleeve and disappeared.

"Hehe, I got it, Nine Suns Jinli Fruit, it seems that the Nine Suns Jinli Fruit Tree outside was brought out from here, maybe it was brought out by the cultivator who built the ancient altar."

While talking, Bai Ling'er walked towards the Jiuyang Jinli fruit tree.

"Maybe! With the Nine Suns Jinli Fruit, I plan to attack the stage of transformation here. What are your plans?"

Wang Qingshan asked casually, he is already a Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and with the Nine Suns Jinli Fruit, he can try to hit the stage of transforming gods.

"I don't have any plans for now, just stay here for now!"

Bai Ling'er smiled lightly.

At this time, a yellow ray of light flew from a distance and landed in front of Wang Qingshan. It was Shi Ling.

Originally there were two Thunder Fire Lions of the fourth rank, Shi Ling led one away, Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er took care of the other one, divided and wiped it out.

Shi Ling let go of his palm, revealing a silver and red demon pill.

"Good job."

Wang Qingshan praised and put away the demon pill.

Bai Ling'er picked five Nine Suns Golden Glass Fruits and kept the fruit trees. After all, she didn't know if she could leave this place, and it wouldn't be too late to transplant them if she could.

She gave Wang Qingshan three Jiuyang Jinli fruits, Wang Qingshan didn't say anything, and took it.

The two jumped onto Shi Ling's shoulders, and Shi Ling strode towards the distance.

An hour later, Shi Ling appeared in a huge valley extending in all directions, and there were two large holes in the valley.

The aura here is abundant, Wang Qingshan intends to hit the stage of transforming gods here, people move living trees and die, since he can't leave here, he might as well cultivate with peace of mind and hit the stage of transforming gods with all his strength.

Maybe Wang Qingshan has the hope to leave this place after entering the stage of transforming gods.

"I'm retreating to attack the stage of becoming a god, you can do it yourself!"

After Wang Qingshan finished speaking, he strode towards a cave.

The cave is not big, and after more than a hundred steps, it will reach the end.

Wang Qingshan set up three sets of fourth-order formations and sat down cross-legged.

"I hope to get out of trouble as soon as possible and return to the family. My uncle and aunt must be dying of anxiety."

Wang Qingshan talked to himself, heaved a long sigh, and closed his eyes.

Soon, Wang Qingshan's whole body was enveloped by a soft cyan light, the sound of the sword was loud, and little cyan light emerged, turning into cyan flying swords.

(End of this chapter)