Chapter 2508： Father and brother

Liu Hongxue was very satisfied with Wang Mousen's attitude and praised: "You are still young, it is only a matter of time before you surpass me, but your cultivation is the most important thing.

Wang Yingjie was practicing in seclusion, and Liu Hongxue also planned to practice in seclusion for a period of time. Fang Shi was handed over to Dong Xueli and Wang Qingfeng to manage, and it was enough to give orders.

"Yes, Ancestor Hongxue."

Wang Mousen agreed and turned to leave.

Liu Hongxue walked into a secret room that was several hundred feet in size. The stone wall was engraved with a large number of fire attribute patterns, and there was a red jade bed in the lower left corner.

The jade bed made of Wannian Yanyu can assist Liu Hongxue in her cultivation.

Liu Hongxue is a sixth-order alchemist, and the treatment is very good.

She sat cross-legged on the red jade bed and started practicing.

Countless scarlet firelights emerged out of thin air, gathered on top of her head, and slowly condensed into a scarlet female phantom.

A cultivator can not only use the law to fight against the enemy, but also practice the law, which is more efficient.

As soon as the female phantom appeared, a large amount of fire aura gathered and poured into the female phantom.

Liu Hongxue closed her eyes, and strands of red light poured into her body along the woman's phantom.

A manor with a very wide area, pavilions and pavilions, garden lotus ponds, strange stone cloisters, Liuxi bamboo trails, platform square bridges, everything.

In a cyan hexagonal stone pavilion, an old man with white hair in a green robe and a graceful young woman in a golden skirt sat in the pavilion, and a young man in red with delicate features stood beside it.

Wang Mousen walked in. He saw the old man in the green robe and the young woman in the golden skirt. He frowned and asked, "Dad, why are you here?"

The old man in green robe is called Wang Yiguang, a cultivator of Nascent Soul. He is over 2,000 years old. He has taken several elixir to prolong his life, thanks to Wang Mousen.

Wang Yiguang has three spiritual roots. In his early years, he was devoted to the Tao. He failed in two consecutive attacks on the Divine Transformation Stage. He blocked five or nine thunder tribulations.

The road was hopeless, so he looked away and recruited wives and concubines, which many high-level monks did.

Wang Mousen's mother was only a concubine, but after he detected Tianling root, his mother became a flat wife, and the whole family benefited.

With the example of Wang Mousen, Wang Yiguang worked harder and gave birth to many younger brothers and sisters to Wang Mousen.

The young woman in the golden skirt is Wang Yiguang's new concubine, and the red-clothed boy is Wang Yiguang's son Wang Moubin, who has the aptitude of Silinggen.

Wang Moubing and Wang Yiguang can be said to be built from the same mold, and Wang Yiguang likes Wang Moubing very much.

"Come and see you, seek being, come and see your eighteenth brother."

Wang Yiguang instructed that he had more than 300 descendants with spiritual roots, and the youngest son was not yet full moon.

The young man in red grinned and said, "Little brother has seen Brother Eighteen."

Wang Mousen nodded. He had never met too many younger siblings. To be honest, he had no feelings for these younger siblings.

"Yu'er, you and Moubing go down first, I have something to talk to him about."

Wang Yiguang waved his hand and let the young woman in the golden skirt and Wang Moubing retreat.

"Mousen, father's time is running out, I don't think much about it, I just hope that you can help Moubing, his qualifications are not good, you are a brother, help him more, you can ignore other brothers and sisters, You have to take good care of him, okay?"

Wang Yiguang looked sincere.

"As long as he doesn't act nonsense and violate the rules of the clan, I will take good care of him. With his four spiritual roots, I will help him, but how far he can go on the road depends on him."

Wang Mousen pondered for a moment and said so.

There are more than 300 brothers and sisters, focusing on taking care of Wang Moubing, and it is not a big problem.

"Okay, okay, okay, with your words, I can be at ease as a father."

Wang Yiguang burst into tears. He remembered something, and with a memory on his face, he said, "You are more promising than me. I hope you can go further on the road."

Wang Mousen's expression darkened slightly, and he sighed lightly.

After chatting for a cup of tea, Wang Yiguang said goodbye and left, leaving Wang Moubing in Qinglian Valley to be taken care of by Wang Mousen.

Qinglian Island is a small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

In the valley, there is a manor as large as mu, and a secret room.

Wang Yuanjiang sat cross-legged on a blue futon, with two porcelain vases placed in front of him, his eyes solemn.

"The day is finally here."

Wang Yuanjiang took a deep breath, feeling uneasy.

With the sound of a loud thunder, Wang Yuanjiang's face sank.

A huge thundercloud floated over the valley, accompanied by a deafening thunder sound, and a thick silver lightning struck down.

A large number of cyan vines grew in the valley, woven into a huge cyan net, covering the entire valley.

The silver lightning struck the cyan net pocket, and the cyan net pocket instantly shattered.

But soon, another cyan vine broke out, forming a new cyan net pocket.

The rumbling sound of thunder came from the sky, and one after another, thick silver lightning pierced the sky one after another, and slashed towards the small valley below. The dazzling thunder light drowned the entire valley, and strong air waves spread out, and the manor was covered by the air waves. Destroyed, smoke filled the sky.

After a cup of tea, the thunder light dissipated, and the manor disappeared, replaced by a huge pit with black smoke.

Wang Yuanjiang was standing in the giant pit, his face was pale, and his clothes were tattered.

He is in the stage of spiritual transformation, and has survived five or nine thunder tribulations. If the physical body is successfully transformed into sandalwood, he has entered the divine transformation stage.

The rumbling sound of thunder came from high in the sky, and the thundercloud rolled violently, turning into a silver thunder python with a length of more than 100 meters. It was surrounded by countless silver arcs and rushed down.

Wang Yuanjiang shouted loudly, and the blue light on the surface of his body released a lot, and he swung a giant axe that shone with blue light, and slashed at the silver thunder python.

The silver thunder python was split in half by him, turning into a dazzling thunder light, drowning Wang Yuanjiang's figure.

Countless yellow mists poured out of the valley, covering the entire valley.

After more than an hour, the thunder light dissipated, and the yellow mist also dissipated.

Wang Yuanjiang's body was covered in blood, and the blood flowed non-stop, his face was pale, and a terrifying spiritual pressure radiated from his body, and he successfully entered the spirit transformation stage.

"Haha! Finally turned into a god. UU reading "

Wang Yuanjiang laughed out loud, feeling very happy. After practicing Taoism for many years, he finally entered the stage of spiritual transformation.

He calmed down his excitement and felt that his whole body was full of strength.

He grabbed towards the void with one hand, and countless blue water vapors emerged from the void, converging into a huge cloud.

"Manipulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this is the ability of a spiritual monk!"

Wang Yuanjiang said to himself, his eyes were full of joy.

He let out a sigh of turbid air, turned into a flash of light and left here, returned to his residence to heal his wounds, and consolidate his cultivation.

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