Mu Sheng successfully ascended, proving that there is no problem with the passage to ascend to the upper world. The problem is the two small worlds themselves.
Moreover, Mu Sheng's ascension gave rise to a faint hope. If he could ascend, why couldn't others?
There must be some unknown opportunity waiting for someone who is destined to dig it out.
Especially the old king who was in the late Mahayana period thought that he worked hard to govern and had no blood on his hands, so the next person to ascend should be his turn.
But he never expected that An Qingli would suddenly appear.
On the side of Wancheng Kingdom, the old king has discovered that his tomb has been stolen, and the mist spirit that has transcended the tribulation realm has already rebelled and fled.
“You’re an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!”
After the palace servants knelt down to report the bad news, the old king cursed angrily, shook his body from side to side, and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
There are signs of falling again.
If it falls further, it will fall directly to the level of transcending tribulation, and the entire Zhou family will be in danger.
"My Lord, please take care of your dragon body!"
The palace attendants nervously stepped forward to help him.
But the old king pushed him away, with black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and gave a bitter smile.
That thief is really hateful.
I don’t know whether I am staying in Wancheng country at this moment, or whether I have returned to Bianlan boundary.
"What do you think?" the old king asked his confidant who had served him for many years.
The old palace man was worried and hesitated for a long time before he spoke uncertainly: "The imperial mausoleum is so big and the thieves are greedy. They must be still lingering around the imperial mausoleum and refuse to come out."
"That's reasonable." The old king closed his eyes in frustration, but suddenly opened them, not daring to close them for fear that the thief would come to kill him instead of taking the treasure.
This kind of uneasiness has continued, exacerbating the poison within the country.
The king began to change his residence and go to a different place every night. He no longer went to court. The affairs of the court were handed over to an elected prince.
The prince is of royal blood, but not the king's biological son.
Some people in the royal family were also frightened and used the excuse of seclusion to practice, but in fact they did not know where to live in seclusion.
Either hidden in the city, or hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, surrounded by formations.
The Qi Zhu family could already smell the coming storm.
One night.
The ancestors of the Qi and Zhu families survived the calamity and fled Tianming City with their children. They occupied two places far away from the imperial city and established their own countries. One was called the Qi State and the other was called the Zhu State.
The two countries are adjacent and rely on each other to jointly resist the Zhou family.
The three kingdoms of Wancheng Kingdom are standing in a stalemate. Even before the Bianlan Boundary side attacks, chaos has arisen in this area.
The Zhou family massacred the remnants of the Qi and Zhu families, and the Qi and Zhu families were not merciless. They not only killed those Zhou family members, but also continued to expand their territory.
If the old ruler of the Mahayana realm did not show up, the Qi Zhu family would be able to compete with the pampered royal family if they worked together.
As for the reason why the Qi Zhu family turned away from Tianming City during this turbulent time, half of the reason must be attributed to the Bianlan Realm.
If the Bianlan Realm really attacks, the ones who will be pushed to the front to face the enemy will only be the Qi Zhu family, not the Zhou family.
But how could the Qi and Zhu family be so willing to die when their strength could compete with the royal family?
If you stay in Destiny City, you will die. If you leave Destiny City and become a king on your own, you will still have a chance of survival.
The Zhou Dynasty was in chaos.
Some hide, some hide, and some want to seize power, ascend to the throne, and reorganize the country.
It was a mess, and the troops were in chaos.
There is no more rivers and seas, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
However, the old king of the Mahayana realm, whom some people have been longing for, has not shown up for a long time, and it is unknown where he has gone.
In the Tianyun Sect Grandmaster's Hall, An Qingli refined another furnace of ninth-grade elixirs. Chu Yaohe and True Lord Mo Chen were waiting beside them, responsible for selecting the medicine and looking after the furnace.
There are a lot of elixirs that need to be refined.
An Qingli, who was already in the stage of becoming a god, made his finger gestures faster and faster, and became more and more graceful. In the eyes of Chu Yaohe and Mo Chen, only shadows were left shaking.
Chu Yaohe couldn't keep up at all.
Mo Chen is old and at the eighth level, so he can barely keep up with him step by step.
What Mo Chen learned was the kind of rhythm that no matter how he learned it or imitated it, it was almost meaningless.
The greater good is also there.
An Qingli, who was refining elixirs, was too charming. Chu Yaohe and Mo Chen were two lonely people. Even if they were accompanied by two monsters, Little Lingxi and Little Pegasus, Shangshan would not be too relieved.
Occasionally, Shangshan would raise his hand and rub the center of his brow, wondering why he, a Taoist companion, only accepted two male disciples.
I also thought that when Mu Sheng was refining the elixir, he also fascinated his Taoist companion's eyes and affected his Taoist companion's judgment of beauty.
Wu Ling has also seen An Qingli refining elixirs, and he really doesn't like An Qingli too much. The faster An Qingli's finger skills, the better.
The faster you can master the finger skills, the sooner you can become a ninth-level alchemist, then become a super-ninth-level alchemist, and finally become an elixir master.
The higher the level of the alchemy master, the better the elixir he can make, and the more beneficial it will be to it and the Supreme Good!
In Wu Ling's eyes, An Qingli shines brightly. He is another luminous person after being both good and wise.
Wu Ling also transformed into ten fingers and was learning, but unfortunately his fingers were twisted into twists and he didn't learn anything at all.
Little Huzi went to Xiaojing Lake, saying he was keeping company with the little fox, but in reality he was holding the thunder stone and going to the cave where An Qingli had stayed for retreat.
An Qingli has become a god, and the little tiger doesn't want to fall behind at all. It is the king of the Thunder Winged Tiger Clan, and cannot be left too far behind by its owner, as that would be too embarrassing.
Over there in the Grandmaster's Palace, An Qingli worked day and night to refine elixirs, and over here at Xiaojing Lake, the little tiger was suffering with the thunder stone in his arms.
On a night of heavy snowfall, Xiao Huzi kept drawing thunder and lightning into his body to practice. Finally, there was a clear tremor in the Dantian in his body, and there were signs of expansion.
Emperor Tian will live up to his intentions!
The little tiger was so happy that he hugged the thunder stone tightly and swallowed many pills regardless of the severe pain.
At the same time that Little Huzi swallowed the pill, Shangshan was also swallowing the pill, but instead of swallowing the pill that increased his cultivation, he swallowed the ninth-grade jasper pill that An Qingli refined for him.
It's snowing heavily.
The spiritual energy in Xiaojing Lake began to fluctuate.
The little fox noticed it immediately, put on purple clothes and came out of the fox cave and came to An Qingli's cave dwelling.
There is a sign for retreat hanging in front of the cave. Xiao Huzi specially asked for this sign from An Qingli.
There is a thick layer of snow on the ground.
The little tiger roared vigorously, fluttered its wings and flew out of Xiaojing Lake, flying towards the sect's special place to overcome the calamity.
Then several tiger roars were heard in the forbidden area of the back mountain.
Five eighth-level thunder-winged tigers instantly fluttered their wings and flew straight up, leaving the forbidden area in the back mountain and heading towards the place to overcome the tribulation.
"king!"
Five eighth-level Thunder Winged Tigers appeared in the place of transcending tribulation, forming a circle in the sky and shouting excitedly.
He is worthy of being the king of their Thunder Winged Tiger Clan. In just over a hundred years, he has directly passed through the eighth level of thunder tribulation.
The huge little tiger, under the heavy calamity cloud, opened his mouth wide and let out a breath of cold air, and responded with a high-pitched tiger roar.
The roaring sound shook all directions, rolled up countless snows, and alarmed countless monks who were meditating on moonlit nights.
The monks all put on their clothes to see it. They were strong and strong, with two wings on their backs. They looked like a really big and powerful Thunder-winged Tiger King.