Top of Qinglian

"Mrs. Liu, I'll go over and ask."

Chen Ze put away the black jade plate and left in a hurry.

Half an hour later, he appeared at Ye Haitang's residence. Ye Haitang sat in the stone pavilion with a calm expression.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I've asked Cousin Qingling, but I can't help you in this matter. Please ask Gao Ming, I don't want Xuan Yinjing."

Ye Haitang said calmly, she can set up a formation to hatch this spirit beast egg, but it needs to be in a place where there is plenty of energy. In that case, she needs to leave Qinglong Island, so she will not be so stupid.

"Fairy Ye, no matter what, you've done me a little favor, so let's do it! I'll give you a small piece of Mysterious Yin Crystal, and I'll treat you as a friend. There are many ways to make friends. What do you think?"

Chen Ze said sincerely, and took out a black spar the size of an egg.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Chen. You don't get paid for nothing. I don't like taking other people's things for nothing, so let's go! I'll buy it from you with spirit stones."

Chen Ze didn't refuse either. He agreed and sold the egg-sized Mysterious Yin Crystal to Ye Haitang at the price of 10,000 spirit stones.

After sending Chen Ze away, Ye Haitang walked into the blue attic.

In the attic, there is a magic circle that is more than ten feet long, and there are more than a dozen grooves of different sizes on the magic circle.

Ye Haitang took out a dozen Profound Yin Stones, together with the Profound Yin Crystal, put them into the groove, and sat cross-legged on the magic circle.

"When the war is over, I will follow my uncle and aunt to practice in the Wangui Sea Area. At that time, I don't need to absorb the yin qi in the Xuanyin Stone and the Xuanyin Crystal, and I'll just set up a formation to gather the yin qi."

Ye Haitang muttered to herself and closed her eyes.

Not long after, a large black glow appeared on her body, a large ghost shadow loomed behind her, and the sound of ghosts and wolves was loud, giving people a feeling of being in purgatory.

In the Red Moon Sea, Silver Snake Island.

In a certain cyan attic, Wang Qiuhong was lying on the bed, with white temples and wrinkled face. Wang Mengfen, Wang Qingqi, and Wang Qiuxin were standing in front of the window.

Along the open window, you can see that there are three huge dark clouds in the sky. The dark clouds are distributed in different places, and there are lightning and thunder. It is obvious that someone is impacting the formation stage.

Wang Qingqi sighed lightly and said, "Qiuhong, if you have any last words, just say it! We will try our best to do it for you."

"Fourth Uncle, Meng Fen, I know that my time is running out. I only have two small requests. Youwei is the most outstanding descendant of my line. I hope you will take more care of him. Of course, if he violates the clan rules , don't indulge him, you must be severely punished, after my death, everything will be simplified, and my ashes will be transported back to Donghuang and sprinkled on Qinglian Villa, I hope my soul will return to my homeland."

Wang Qiuhong's tone was weak and weak, and he looked very weak. He grew up in the Eastern Wilderness Wei State, started as the second shopkeeper, and went all the way to the position of the head of the family. It was not easy. , he also came to the end of his life.

"And what else! Are you just asking for these two?"

Wang Qiuhong stretched out the old palm, held Wang Mengfen's palm tightly, and solemnly warned: "Meng Fen, remember, as the head of the family, you must be diligent and responsible, the future of the family is yours, every generation has every responsibility. The mission of a generation, my mission has been completed, and the rest is left to you, as long as the clan is united, diligent and self-disciplined, and strives hard, one day, my Qinglian Wang family will become a family of cultivators."

At the end, Wang Qiuhong's expression became very excited.

For the Immortal Cultivation Family, the Immortal Cultivation Family is a very important symbol. There are more than five Nascent Soul cultivators and the Immortal Immortal Clan with more than 10,000 members can be called the Immortal Cultivation Family.

In his dreams, Wang Qiuhong also hoped that his family would become a family of immortals, and that was the goal of his life.

"Uncle Qiuhong Zeng, you can rest assured that the grandson will be diligent and responsible and take good care of the family. If the family becomes a family of immortals, the grandson will definitely go to your grave and tell you that one day, we will return to Donghuang and rebuild the youth. lotus."

Wang Mengfen assured with a dignified expression, with a look of longing on his face.

He grew up in Qinglian Villa, and he likes Qinglian Villa more than Silver Snake Island.

"Return to the East Wasteland? Rebuild Qinglian?"

Wang Qiuhong said to himself, with a look of reminiscence on his face, the thunder was getting smaller and smaller, and various experiences in his life were like watching flowers on a horse, one after another emerging in his mind.

The joy of being promoted to the shopkeeper, the sadness of the cousin's death in the war, the ecstasy of the grandfather's death in the war, the grief of the family attack, the excitement of the grandfather and grandmother's baby, the joy of the young and promising future generations.

His eyes were fixed on the dark clouds in the sky, and he secretly said: "I don't know if this time, the family will be able to add a few more cultivators."

An unstoppable drowsiness struck, Wang Qiuhong resisted the drowsiness, his eyes widened, staring at the dark clouds in the sky, he could clearly see the bloodshot in his eyes, and he firmly grasped the bedding on his body with both hands.

The thunder roared loudly, and several dark clouds in the sky turned into a large piece of silver lightning and flew out from the sky and submerged below.

After a while, a slight shrill sound came from Wang Mengfen's arms, he took out a communication disk, typed in a magic formula, and his face beamed with joy: "That's great, Aunt Tianqi and Uncle Tianwen have entered the Core Formation stage, It's a pity that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Aunt Qiu Li and Uncle Qiu Yan failed."

Wang Qiuyan and Wang Tianqi are both entering the pill formation stage for the second time. Wang Qiuyan is still a second-tier high-grade alchemist. Unfortunately, Wang Qiuyan failed, and Wang Qiuli has another chance to hit the pill formation stage.

"Uncle Qiuhong Zeng, great, there are two more cultivators in the clan."

Wang Mengfen looked happy and looked at Wang Qiuhong, only to see Wang Qiuhong closed his eyes and let go of the quilt with both hands, his face full of relief.

"Uncle Qiuhong Zeng!"

Wang Qingqi and Wang Mengfen showed grief on their faces, especially Wang Qingqi, Wang Qiuhong can be said that Wang Qingqi grew up watching him, the road is ruthless, and the younger generations he is familiar with are sitting down one after another. Very painful.

When Wang Qiuxin saw this scene, he was deeply saddened. When he was young, he often went to Wang Qingzhi's house to eat. Wang Qiuhong complained about Wang Qiuxin, but when Wang Qiuxin was not full, Wang Qiuhong gave half of his meals to Wang Qiuxin.

"Meng Fen, Qiu Hong's funeral will be handed over to you. According to his will, the body will be cremated and then transported back to the East Wasteland to be sprinkled in Qinglian Villa. We must remember that one day, we will return to the East. Desolate, rebuild Qinglian."

Wang Qingqi's face was heavy. Wang Qiuhong's remarks made him feel a lot of emotion. One generation has a mission of another generation. Wang Qiuhong has completed his mission, but Wang Qingqi's mission has not yet been completed.

"Yes, Uncle Gao, return to the East Wasteland and rebuild Qinglian."

Wang Mengfen and Wang Qiuxin agreed, with a powerful tone.