Qingli Sea Area, Feiyun Island.
In a vast bluestone square, dozens of monks gathered in the square. Their eyes were slightly closed, and they seemed to be in some kind of state. Each monk was covered by a thick blue light curtain to prevent outsiders from interfering.
Wang Xiangrong and Duan Tongtian stood at the edge of the square, looking at Wang Qingshan and Dong Xueli.
It has been several years since Wang Qingshan and Dong Xueli had some enlightenment. During this period, some monks had some enlightenment and broke through a small realm. Some monks resolved the bottleneck, and some monks did not gain anything. It varies from person to person.
Dong Xueli suddenly opened her eyes and let out a long breath. An astonishing sword intent rushed out of her body, and she looked happy.
After listening to Master Qijian's sermon, she successfully resolved the bottleneck. This was something she had never expected. If some Void Refining monks were stuck at the bottleneck, it could last for tens of thousands of years if they were unlucky.
She and Wang Qingfeng traveled around, attended various gatherings, hunted monsters, exchanged cultivation experiences with other monks, and competed, but they were unable to resolve the bottleneck. Master Qijian preached in person, and Dong Xueli resolved the bottleneck.
Everyone's way of resolving bottlenecks is very different. Not all monks who are stuck in bottlenecks can resolve their bottlenecks by listening to the sermons of Mahayana monks.
The cyan light curtain covering Dong Xueli disappeared, and Dong Xueli walked out.
Before she had gone far, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and the cyan light curtain covering him collapsed.
Master Qijian's monastic career gave him some inspiration, which would be of some help to his future practice.
Wang Qingshan let out a breath and walked towards Wang Xiangrong.
A little less than a quarter of an hour later, they appeared in a secluded green-tiled courtyard and started chatting.
"The Blood Whale Clan, the Green Carp Clan, and the Nine Dragons Palace have joined forces to deal with the Witch Clan and the Wind Falcon Clan. Currently, the combined monks have not yet come to an end. The main combat force is the Void Refining monks."
Duan Tongtian said in a deep voice.
In the war between the five races, the human race cannot stay out of it, and may be able to fish in troubled waters.
If humans join the war, they may be drafted.
"Why did the fight suddenly start? Doesn't this allow us humans to reap the benefits?"
Dong Xueli asked doubtfully, haven't the senior officials of the Green Carp Clan, Jiulong Palace and Blood Whale Clan considered this? Just because of a seven-level middle-grade nine-color insect?
"The curse technique of the Witch Clan is very difficult. Other races have suffered great losses. The seventh-order nine-color insect is just a fuse. It will not destroy the Witch Clan. It is inevitable that the Witch Clan will kill and injure a number of masters."
Wang Xiangrong explained.
The Witch Clan and other races have been grudges for a long time. This time a war breaks out, and the seventh-order nine-color insect is just the trigger. Of course, there may be human beings involved, but he doesn't know the truth.
"By the way, have you contacted the Han family?"
Wang Qingshan remembered something and asked.
A racial war may break out in the Qingli Sea. If the Han family's cross-spiritual treasure ship sets sail, Wang Qingshan plans to return to the Xuanling Continent and hand over the seventh-order ice flame and the Tianxu Jade Book to Wang Changsheng.
"Qing Feng has gone to contact the Han family. Counting the time, he should be arriving at the Han family!"
Duan Tongtian explained.
Wang Qingshan nodded and said: "Let's leave too! I hope we won't get involved in a racial war."
The six of them left Feiyun Island and rushed to the Han family.
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Jinyanfang City, a city opened by the Han family.
The streets were crowded with people and cars and horses.
In a secluded small courtyard with blue tiles, Wang Qingfeng and Han Changsheng were sitting in a blue stone pavilion, talking about something.
"As expected, it will take more than a thousand years for the Cross-Ling Treasure Ship to set sail for the Xuanling Continent."
Han Changsheng said with a smile.
"Not surprisingly?"
Wang Qingfeng frowned. This was a very vague statement. Not surprisingly, it was not the Han family that had the final say.
Without the cross-spiritual treasure ship, they would not be able to cross the sea.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wang, if the Cross-Ling Treasure Ship plans to set sail for Xuanling Continent, I will notify you as soon as possible."
Han Changsheng promised that he had guarded the Feiling Platform on Xuanyang Island in his early years. Wang Mengbin flew up to Xuanyang Realm and landed on Xuanyang Island. Han Changsheng made a contribution.
He is now in the middle stage of Void Refining and has survived three great tribulations.
Wang Qingfeng nodded, chatted for a while, said goodbye and left.
Han Changsheng took out a light blue communication disk and entered a magic formula. A deep female voice sounded: "Chang Sheng, I have to rush back. Something happened in the clan, and the city will be left to you. Martial law will be enforced immediately, and all transmissions will be closed. Array, only we Han family members can use the teleportation array."
"What? Something happened within the clan?"
Han Changsheng exclaimed.
"I don't know the specific situation. I have to rush back immediately. You go and execute the order!"
After saying this, the aura of the communication disk dimmed.
"Is it the Witch Clan?"
Han Changsheng's face darkened and he said to himself.
The Han family said that the Wu clan had robbed the seventh-level nine-color insect, and the Wu clan said that the Han family had obtained the seventh-level nine-color insect, and framed the Wu clan.
He didn't have time to think too much, and immediately sent an order to his clan members to close the teleportation array and put the city under martial law.
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An island that looks like a gourd when viewed from a high altitude, the Han family.
A group of Han family monks were patrolling near the island, their faces full of alertness.
In a secret room of more than a hundred feet, Han Yiqing was lying on a blue jade bed, her face pale. Five fused monks including Han Yilong, Han Xuemei, and Han Xueyao stood aside, their faces full of worry.
The Wu Clan sent four fused monks to attack the Han family's ancestral land. When the incident occurred, there were only three fused monks on the island, and Han Yilong was away on business.
After a bloody battle, a fused monk from the Han family was cursed to death, and the clan guardian spirit beast was severely damaged. Three mid-level fused monks from the Wu clan used themselves as a medium to cast seven-star soul-destroying arrows. Han Yiqing avoided two seven-star soul-destroying arrows, but still He was hit by a seven-star soul-destroying arrow, his soul was constantly disintegrating, and he was about to die soon.
The four witch clan fusions were all killed by Han Yiqing. Strictly speaking, it was the witch clan fusion who cast a spell to kill each other and committed a suicide attack. They had no intention of surviving.
If the clan-protecting formation had not been powerful enough, the Han family would have suffered even greater losses.
"I'm afraid... I won't be able to hold on until Senior Xu comes. I... After my death, Ichitaki will take over my place and continue to protect..."
Before Han Yiqing finished speaking, she closed her eyes and lost her soul.
Within ten years of the grief of Han Yilong and others, the Han family lost five fusion monks and their vitality was severely damaged.
People are not as good as a hundred days, and flowers are not as good as a hundred days. Any force will encounter this kind of thing, ups and downs.
A blue light flew in, it was Zhenjun Wan Hai, his eyes were gloomy.
If it weren't for the help of the Han family in his early years, he might not be able to reach where he is today. Over the years, he has been protecting the Han family, and the Han family has grown and prospered because of it. He never thought that the Han family would fall within ten years because of a seventh-level mid-grade nine-color insect. Five combined monks.
"Greetings to Senior Xu."
Han Yilong and others saluted one after another with respectful expressions.
Zhenjun Wan Hai came to Han Yiqing's side, explored carefully, and shook his head. He was still a step too late.
"What on earth is going on? Tell me in detail."
Zhenjun Wan Hai asked with a frown.
Han Yilong told what happened in detail, not daring to hide anything.
"Witch Clan, huh, it seems that the Witch Clan has been too comfortable these years. You should deal with the aftermath and send a group of elites to Wanhai Island."
True Lord Wan Hai ordered.
"Yes, Senior Xu."
Han Yilong and others agreed in unison.
Zhenjun Wan Hai gave some instructions and left this place.
Han Yilong gave an order and dispatched elites to Wanhai Island. Almost at the same time, all the major forces in the human race dispatched masters and gathered in one place, seeming to launch a war.
