Wan Hai Island, the home of Wan Hai Zhenjun.

In the southwest corner of the island, a palace with erratic blue light floats in the sky, with three large blue characters "Wanhai Palace" written on the gold plaque.

The door of Wanhai Palace is open, and the hall is spacious and bright. A tall and thin old man in blue robe is sitting on the main seat, with a pair of tiger eyes that are calm and intimidating.

Wan Hai Zhenjun, in the early stage of Mahayana, he passed through two great heavenly tribulations.

It is extremely difficult for Mahayana monks to advance further. It does not mean that they can advance by practicing hard.

Han Yiqing stood aside and was reporting the situation.

"Senior Xu, this is what happened. The seventh-order nine-color insect fell into the hands of the Wu clan. It should be easier for the Wu clan to survive the great catastrophe."

Han Yiqing's expression was respectful and indignant.

Naturally, she would not say that the Han family was doing it for their own selfish reasons, but that they wanted to capture the seventh-level nine-color insect and present it to True Lord Wan Hai.

Zhenjun Wan Hai could naturally see the Han family's true purpose, but he didn't reveal it.

"I understand, go down!"

Wan Hai Zhenjun said calmly, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"Senior Xu, this is a seventh-level mid-grade nine-color insect!"

Han Yiqing said in disbelief, Zhenjun Wan Hai didn't seem to care about this matter.

"Need me to repeat that?"

True Lord Wan Hai showed a displeased look on his face.

There are Mahayana monks in the Wu clan. Should they just come to rob them? It’s obviously unrealistic.

The curses of the Wu Clan are very powerful, and Wan Hai Zhenjun does not dare to be careless.

Han Yiqing's face panicked and she quickly said: "I don't dare, I don't have any disrespect at all..."

"Okay, you go down! First spread the news and let the outside world know that the Wu clan has obtained the seventh-order nine-color insect."

True Lord Wan Hai ordered.

Han Yiqing responded, bowed and stepped back.

True Lord Wan Hai took out a blue communication disk, typed in a spell, and ordered: "Yu'er, contact True Lord Qianjin, tell him the news that the Wu clan has obtained the seventh-order nine-color insect, and invite him to come over to discuss countermeasures.

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"Yes, master."

A female voice like a silver bell came from the interrogation board.

Putting away the interrogation tray, Wan Hai Zhenjun showed a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

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Golden Carp Island, the home of the Green Carp Tribe.

Green Carp Hall, the important place of the Green Carp Clan.

The main hall is spacious and bright. A woman in a green dress with gorgeous facial features is sitting on the main seat. Her eyes are green, and her body exudes an aura as vast as the vast sea.

Green Gill, in the early Mahayana period, she has survived three great tribulations, and there are still thousands of years left before the fourth great tribulation.

Qing Chi was reporting to Qing Gill. He rushed back to Jinli Island as quickly as possible and reported to Qing Gill face to face.

"Seventh level nine-color insect? Are you sure?"

Qingyi said in a deep voice, feeling a little moved.

Qing Chi nodded and said: "It's absolutely true. Fellow Daoist Long asked me to search the soul of the Wu Clan monk's Nascent Soul. It's not false. It's a pity that he took back the Nascent Soul."

Qingyi frowned. The Jiulong Palace headed by Long Xiao was not close to the Qingli clan. It was obviously impossible for Long Tianyan to send over the Nascent Soul of the Wu clan monk.

"Send someone to contact the Blood Whale Clan. We can cooperate for the sake of the seventh-level mid-grade nine-color insect."

Green Gill ordered.

If it is a low-grade seventh-grade Nine-Colored Insect, it will not be very attractive to her. If it is a mid-grade seventh-grade insect, it is another matter. If it is a high-grade seventh-grade insect, she will come directly to trouble the Witch Clan.

The higher the level of the Nine Color Insect, the better the effectiveness of the excreted Nine Light Divine Mud in resisting thunder calamity.

It is very difficult to advance the demonic insect. It is already very good that the nine-colored insect can advance to the seventh-level mid-level.

"Yes, ancestor."

Qing Chi agreed and bowed down.

"Brother Shuo, if you were here, Jiulong Palace might not have a quarrel with our Green Carp Clan."

Qingzhi sighed and muttered to himself, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

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Xuanling Continent, Jinlin Lake.

There was a huge thundercloud floating high in the sky, and the lightning and thunder were astonishing.

Wang Changsheng stood on the top of a peak, his face solemn.

Wang Ruyan was going through the great catastrophe. Wang Qingshan and Duan Tongtian went to the Qingli Sea area to capture the seventh-level ice flame. Wang Changsheng personally protected Wang Ruyan.

Time passed little by little, and thunder tribulations fell one after another, each one thicker and thicker than the last, and the sound was terrifying.

After a cup of tea, the thunder cloud was only dozens of feet in size.

There are still three thunder tribulations, and Wang Ruyan can survive the first great catastrophe.

In a small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, Wang Ruyan was sitting on a blue lotus platform, with a shield of flashing blue light floating in front of him.

The black turtle shield is made from the shell of a seventh-level black turtle. It is a medium-grade spiritual treasure that reaches the sky and was captured by Wang Changsheng during the war.

Wang Ruyan's face was slightly pale, and his body was covered with a blue light curtain. A large number of musical notes could be seen on the surface of the light curtain.

The rumble of thunder resounded through the sky, and a thick silver lightning struck down and hit the blue shield, making a muffled sound.

Silver lightning exploded, and a ball of silver lightning drowned Wang Ruyan's figure.

Before the thunder light dissipated, a second silver lightning struck.

The thundercloud rolled violently and turned into a huge silver phoenix. The silver phoenix flapped its wings lightly, swooped down from the high altitude, and was submerged in the thunder light.

After a loud noise, the thunder became more dazzling, and the powerful air waves kicked up a large amount of flying sand and rocks, filling the air with smoke and dust.

After a while, a blue rainbow flew out from the thunder and landed in front of Wang Changsheng. It was Wang Ruyan. Her face was pale and she looked like she had been severely depleted of mana.

The Great Heavenly Tribulation of the combined monks lasted too long. This was the first great Heavenly Tribulation. The more times the Great Heavenly Tribulation occurred, the longer it lasted and the greater its power.

If the combined monk cannot go any further, he will be struck to death by lightning sooner or later.

Wang Ruyan turned his right hand, a blue light flashed, and the black turtle shield appeared in his hand. There were more than ten small cracks on the surface, which were clearly visible.

"The damage is not serious and can be repaired."

Wang Changsheng chuckled and said that it is difficult to repair tribulation treasures such as the Nine Light Bottle, Dongyi Shield, and Thunder Absorbing Beads, but the Black Turtle Shield can be repaired even if it is not seriously damaged.

Wang Ruyan nodded and said, "I don't know how Qingshan and the others are doing. Wanling Ruins is not an ordinary place."

"Qingshan's strength is not weak. He has been in the combined stage for more than a thousand years. He has also mastered magical powers and secret techniques. He also has treasures for tribulation. He knows how to advance and retreat, so there should be no problem."

Wang Changsheng consoled him.

Wang Ruyan nodded: "We haven't been out for a long time, let's go back to Qinglian Island!"

They left Jinlin Lake and used the teleportation array to return to Qinglian Island.

Back on Qinglian Island, Wang Changsheng sent a message to Wang Yihong and asked him to come over.

"There's nothing wrong with Qingshan's soul lanterns, right?"

Wang Changsheng asked.

"If I go back to my ancestors, there is nothing abnormal. If there is any abnormality, I will report it immediately."

Wang Yihong said respectfully.

"That's good, there's nothing else to do, go and do your work!"

Wang Changsheng waved his hand and asked Wang Yihong to retreat.
Chapter completed!