The Rise of the Lingxi Immortal Clan

Lingxi Immortal Clan: The stream fire reflects the blood glow, the lotus heart hides the mysterious seal The moon of Lingquan once illuminated the young hand of He Yunzhou who clenched the token - the spiritual power of the second level of Qi Refining could not protect the broken sword, but he dared to light the Lingquan fire at the mouth of the black wind, causing the blood soul beads to turn into green smoke. The spiritual jade in He Yunlan's sleeve is as warm as morning dew. From the timidity of hiding behind his brother to the determination to use the perilla talisman to block the evil cave, the jade with the word "lan" engraved on it has long since become the light to protect against evil in the Lingxi Valley. This Xishan Mountain has never been a lonely place: Zhao Jiaxuan's iron ax knocked on the mine tunnel in the middle of the night, and the iron ingot was embedded with the word "Shou"; Sun Jiaxuan's alchemy furnace boiled through the Chenshi Spring, and the heart-protecting pill was stained with the dew of Ningling grass; even the wooden spoon of the mortal old Uncle Li and the medicine hoe of Xiao Yuan had blocked the evil spirit. But when the blood glow suddenly rises in Panshi City, the rotten air from the Demonic Trench seeps into the earth veins, and the snow lotus petals turn black. The symbol of the cultivation alliance in the secret room of the city lord's palace, the ancient evil breath deep in the earth veins, and the fragments of the blood soul beads that resonate with the snow lotus, hide too many mysteries - is there a higher-level hand behind the pressure of foundation building? Is the source of the evil energy an army of evil cultivators or a sleeping ancient demon? The lights in Lingxi are always bright until dawn, the fire of Lingquan is wrapped in the fragrance of perilla, and the coldness of black iron and the warmth of elixir are woven together. They use their refined bodies to shake the rock, and use their hearts as a shield to block the tide of evil. When the bell on the first day of the new year pierces through Qingming, will the blood soul pearl be shattered in the spring fire, or will the fragrance of snow lotus spread over the devil's ditch? Is the Union flag planted all over the Rock City, or is there a new path hidden in the mist in the mountains and rivers? "The sound of the stream surrounds the formation to protect the common people, and the fire warms the jade to illuminate the return journey." The passion of this story is the defense built by thousands of hands, the warmth of brothers and sisters, and the courage of mortals to resist the sky - and the spring fire shining brightly towards the rock city reflects the unwritten chapter.