Mortal Ascension

The tall ridges of the Fengquan Mountains are continuous, and the mountains are layered on top of each other, soaring into the clouds, with no end in sight.Countless ancient trees rose from the ground, covering layers of mountains, dyeing them green, hiding countless monsters.

Taking Tai'anzong as the leader, he led Chiyanmen, Baimanzong and other sect disciples to head northeast, aiming at a third-order spiritual vein in Fengquan mountain range, Haoshou Peak.

The Feihe Sect led some disciples of the sect and a large number of local cultivator family monks to head northwest, preparing to clean up a large number of monsters in the second-order spirit vein group in the Fengquan Mountains.

roar roar...

Wang Qingshan and a group of disciples followed the elders of the Zifujing, and slowly stepped into the forest with many mountains and mountains. As the age of the old trees became longer and longer, the surrounding vines were as thick as pythons, and the large moss began to count. The leaves piled up and rotted under their feet. Gives people a bottomless scene.

A stench of stench wafted in the wind, and at the same time, there were countless monster beasts roaring from far or near, implying threats and killing.

All the cultivators looked serious, with their feet three inches off the ground, holding a magic weapon in one hand and a talisman paper in the other, and proceeded cautiously.

Several Zifujing elders stood tall in the void, striding forward to clear the way, and with a simple swipe, they could open a road of hundreds of meters.

Whoosh!

A vine suddenly sprang out from the mountain of rotting leaves on the ground, suddenly entangled a monk's feet, and immediately dragged him down.

bang bang bang...

Several talisman papers turned into fireballs, cutting off the back of the vines in time, and blasting them to pieces.

Roar……

Not far away, an ancient tree with a height of tens of meters let out a painful roar, and immediately pulled its roots out of the ground. The naked thick roots, like two bare feet, ran madly towards the depths of the forest .

"Don't chase, just repel."

The elder Zhu Ji shouted loudly and stopped the disciple who wanted to kill him.

A group of disciples said that they had taken orders, and gradually calmed down the tension just now, and continued to move forward.

But then, from time to time, there will be all kinds of monsters attacking practitioners, and more and more frequently.There are all kinds of rare and exotic beasts, thousands of magical methods, and some of them are even secretly amazed by the strong people in the purple mansion, which opened their eyes.

Humans and monsters have not fought for tens of thousands of years. No one knows how many new monster races have been born in these tens of thousands of years.

Just like monsters, they don't know how much the human race has so far.

But without the Heavenly Court, the human race in the world will indeed lose their vitality.

Coupled with the change of the rules and the sudden change of the way of heaven, countless races believe that the human race, the creatures of fate, should finally disappear.

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"Junior Brother Wang, you really shouldn't break through the realm at this time."

When He Dingyan found Wang Qingshan from the team, he was surprised that he reached the seventh level of Qi training so quickly, but he still sighed.

Disciples above the late stage of Qi training are assigned to the outer layer of the team, responsible for protecting the weaker disciples.

Now some monsters who are proficient in tactics are sneaking in, and disciples with weaker cultivation bases are almost useless.Only when there is a big battle, will their disciples in the Qi training period be dispatched to block as many low-level monsters as possible and prevent them from interfering with the action of killing the big monster.

But even the disciples in the late stage of Qi training are hard to guard against. Before reaching Haoshou Peak, three inner disciples in the late stage of Qi training have already been seriously injured.

"Hahaha, the more strength you have, the more hope you will have in the battle."

Wang Qingshan had nothing to regret, he forced back a porcupine demon that came out of the ground with a sword, and said with a smile.

He Dingyan looked at Wang Qingshan's means along the way, nodded secretly, had some guesses in his heart, and said, "In this case, junior brother is willing to form an alliance with us and help each other."

He Dingyan also has some prestige among the inner disciples, and there are many inner disciples around him, including five Qi training level seven, three Qi training eighth level, and even an old Qi training level nine who has a relationship with He Dingyan close.

"Then thank you brother."

Wang Qingshan thought for a while, nodded and agreed.

The inner disciples around He Dingyan expressed kindness to Wang Qingshan and introduced themselves briefly.

Although all of these inner disciples have three or more spiritual roots, and a few of them have double spiritual roots, it is very surprising for Wang Qingshan, a junior who is barely included in the ranks of four spiritual roots, to be able to step into the late stage of Qi training.

But in fact, many people don't care much about Wang Qingshan, who once had the title of Ruthless Man.

In the mid-stage of Qi training, he took a large amount of pills just for the sake of training speed, which made countless people believe that Wang Qingshan's path was cut off, and there was only a glimmer of hope to break through the late stage of Qi training.

Now that Wang Qingshan has entered the late stage of Qi training by chance, some monks with dual spiritual roots who started at the same time as him are a little jealous and annoyed, but with so much erysipelas, it is no longer as simple as cutting off the path.

Once Wang Qingshan's lifespan reaches middle age, he is very likely to die suddenly because he cannot suppress the erysipelas.

Therefore, for Wang Qingshan, a cultivator who has cultivated himself into a short-lived species, many monks will use disdain and contempt to cover up their envy for Wang Qingshan's rapid advancement.

There is envy, there is disdain, there is also contempt...

In short, no matter how other disciples talked about Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingshan himself seemed to have not heard it. He was self-contained in alchemy and cultivation, rarely made friends, and left an impression of aloofness and remoteness.

The team continued to move forward steadily, and it was easier for Wang Qingshan to deal with those sneak attacks because of the help of his companions.

But soon, as the team gradually went deeper into the forest, those sneak attacking monsters suddenly disappeared, and a large number of monsters made a shocking sound and surrounded them from all directions, as if they had already made preparations.

A big third-rank monster appeared, with the head of a beast and a human body, facing the elders of the Purple Mansion Realm with killing intent on their faces.

"Yaozu, I will give you one last chance to continue to show your surrender, maybe you can spare your life. If you are stubborn, then don't blame the old lady for my ruthlessness."

An elder in the late stage of Zifu Realm was leaning on crutches, and said in a cold voice, she is the well-known elder Shangguan of Tai'an Zong, and she has many female disciples, especially in the beauty list of each session, there are a large number of beautiful disciples who devote themselves to it. Under her command, under her protection.

"The human race should be extinct."

A third-tier monster with the head of a pig and a human body, wearing a white robe, shook his head and said, as if imitating the mortal scholars.

rumbling...

Elder Shangguan's complexion changed, without saying a word, he poked the cane over, the cane's whereabouts were uncertain, and the speed was extremely fast, it poked a big hole in the pig's nose of the pig-headed monster in an instant, and almost killed it with one move.

"Heh heh heh heh, give it all to me, eat this old woman."

The big pig-headed monster howled in pain, covered his nose and ate the elixir tonic.

From here, the cultivator in the Purple Mansion and the third-order monster unfold.

The fighting between the group of monks and countless monsters immediately fell into a fierce battle, with flesh and blood flying, spiritual power flooding, and violent fluctuations...