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Time flies, and ten years pass quickly.

Silver Snake Island, a spacious bluestone square, where the Wang family held a feast.

Today is Wang Tianfu's 100th birthday, and it is also the full moon wine for his nineteenth son. He invites many guests and puts on a feast, of course, to collect more money.

His life span is running out, and before he sits down, he wants to enjoy himself to the fullest.

"Fellow Daoists and seniors, thank you for coming all the way to attend this old man's centenary birthday. I'd like to honor everyone with this glass of wine."

Wang Tianfu raised his glass and drank it all.

"Young Daoyou Wang is polite, this is what we should do."

"That's right, Daoyou Wang is out."

Listening to the words of other monks to please, Wang Tianfu's face showed a proud look.

He is the root of the five spirits, but his life is more nourishing than that of the foundation-building cultivator. He has a group of wives and concubines, and five generations live in the same house. In this life, he has not lived in vain.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

"This is the Pill Formation Thunder Tribulation! The Wang Family will have another Pill Formation cultivator."

The guests present showed envious expressions, Wang Tianfu's smile deepened, and he said proudly: "Haha, don't take offense, what is the formation of pills? It's not surprising that the Nascent Soul cultivator appears in our family."

As soon as he said these words, a gust of wind blew up, and colorful auras suddenly appeared in the void, extremely gorgeous, as if setting off fireworks.

The spiritual energy in a radius of hundreds of miles rushed towards a certain direction, forming a huge vortex.

"This is... the celestial phenomenon of the baby! Someone is impacting the Nascent Soul period!"

The well-informed base-building cultivator exclaimed.

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the hall was shocked.

A group of monks from the Wang family flew from a distance and landed on Qingshi Square, led by Wang Jiyun.

"Everyone is not allowed to leave here, and violators will be severely punished."

Wang Jijun said coldly, with a bit of chill in his eyes.

On a certain peak, Wang Qingling, Wang Mengbin, and Wang Qingqing stood in the stone pavilion on the top of the mountain, looking at a manor in the distance, their expressions were nervous.

Counting the time, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have been in retreat for ten years, and it is not surprising that they have attracted the celestial phenomenon of the baby.

Wang Qingqing is very nervous. This is the second time she has witnessed someone else have a baby. The difference is that the last time it was Fairy Ziyue, this time it was Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, her biological parents.

A large amount of spiritual light gathered in the sky above the manor, and slowly condensed into one piece. After half an hour, with Wang Changsheng's residence as the center, within a radius of 500 miles, there was a large area of ​​five-colored rays of light. Rolling and spreading in all directions.

Boom!

A huge thunder sounded, and the five-color glow condensed into a huge five-color aura, which contained abundant five-element aura.

In the secret room, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the futon respectively, their eyes were slightly closed, their brows were slightly wrinkled, as if something bad had happened.

At this time, they are experiencing inner demons.

Wang Changsheng was standing in a quiet courtyard. Two young children, a man and a woman, ran around him. In a stone pavilion not far away, two women and a man were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.

"Father, mother, cousin, why are you here? Am I not Silver Snake Island?"

Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback.

"What is Silver Snake Island and Golden Snake Island? This is Qinglian Mountain! You and Ningxiang are married, and you are still called cousin?"

Liu Qinger said in a reproachful tone.

"Forget it, mother, you can call it whatever your husband likes. We are indeed cousins."

Zhao Ningxiang said with a smile, looking at Wang Changsheng with tenderness.

Wang Changsheng frowned. When he was young, his parents hoped that he would marry Zhao Ningxiang, so that he could succeed as the head of the family and consolidate the relationship between the two families. However, Zhao Ningxiang had a high vision and devoted himself to the cultivator sect. King Valley.

"Oops!"

The girl fell to the ground, her arm was scraped, and the blood flowed non-stop, she suddenly howled and cried.

"Qingqing, why are you here, get up quickly."

Zhao Ningxiang stood up quickly, walked quickly to the girl's side, and helped the girl up.

"Qingqing? What about him!"

Wang Changsheng pointed to the boy beside him and asked.

"Qingzhi! They are the children of you and Ningxiang, Qingqing is the elder sister, Qingzhi is the younger brother, you don't even know your own children?"

Wang Mingyuan said in confusion.

"Dad, play with me, I want to ride a pony puppet beast."

Wang Qingzhi grabbed Wang Changsheng's trousers and said timidly.

Wang Changsheng's expression turned cold, and he said, "Is it a mere illusion, you want to deceive me?"

Wang Qingzhi is taciturn. If Wang Changsheng ignores him, Wang Qingzhi will never speak. As for Wang Qingqing, she is relatively strong. She will cry when her arm is scratched. She doesn't look so amiable.

As soon as these words fell, he only felt dizzy, and there was a scream of killing in his ears, vaguely mixed with the cries of young children.

He suddenly appeared outside a manor. There were corpses lying on the ground. They were cultivators of the Wang family. The manor was full of fire.

Wang Qingqing and Wang Qingzhi rushed out of the manor, a large blue wind blade pierced through their bodies, and they fell in a pool of blood.

"Dad, run away."

"Qingqing, Qingzhi!"

Wang Changsheng hurried over to catch Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qinger.

A group of Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples rushed out, led by Wang Mingren.

"Changsheng, you condone Uncle Twenty-one to commit crimes and kill the disciples of Taiyi Xianmen. I am ordered to arrest you, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

Wang Mingren said coldly, murderous.

"You're crazy, your surname is Wang too."

Wang Changsheng roared loudly, his face full of grief and indignation.

"My surname is Wang, but I am also a disciple of Taiyi Immortal Sect. You condone Uncle Twenty-one to murder Uncle Liu's disciple. I am righteous and kill your relatives. I am ordered to arrest you. If you are sensible, go back with me honestly, plead guilty, and keep your whole body. "

A large blue net fell from the sky, covering Wang Mingren, Wang Ruyan rushed out and shouted:

"Husband, hurry up."

Wang Mingren opened his mouth and spewed out a large piece of golden flame~www.wuxiaspot.com~, which burned through the blue net, raised his hand, and a pair of red rings flew out, piercing Wang Ruyan's body.

Wang Ruyan's pupils shrank, her body softened, and she fell to the ground.

"Husband, run quickly..."

Seeing that his wife, who shared the joys and sorrows, was killed, Wang Changsheng's eyes turned blood red, and a strong killing intent rushed into his head, and he sacrificed a magic weapon to attack Wang Mingren.

"Bastard, I killed you."

His wife and children were killed in front of him, and Wang Changsheng was carried away by hatred, so he fought with Wang Mingren.

The golden jade Buddha pendant on Wang Changsheng's chest rang out with a Sanskrit sound, bursting with colorful rays of light, covering Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng's complexion returned to normal, but soon, his brows furrowed again, obviously experiencing another inner demon.

There was a lit sandalwood incense stick beside Wang Ruyan, her eyebrows were tightly locked, she was experiencing inner demons.