Ascension Through Generations

Click!

A crisp sound like a metal collision suddenly exploded, and the flying sword and the fist light collided together. Ripples of gold and black colors spread in all directions.

Then, the golden flying sword broke through the fist light, turned into a sword rainbow, and slashed straight through.

Wang Fuchong was shocked and horrified when he saw this.

You must know that he was born with amazing bones and a strong body. He has specialized in body refining for decades. Now he has reached the eighth level of foundation building. After activating the body refining secret technique 'Dragon Elephant Vajra Technique', the Vajra spiritual power is extremely condensed and strong. The speed is no less than that of any spiritual weapon, but now it can be easily broken with a sword.

His thoughts turned rapidly, and the light of the sword that was slashed down was reflected in his eyes, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, Wang Fuchong ignored it and suddenly closed his palms inwards.

Stab!

An extremely harsh friction sound suddenly resounded through the corridor.

Zhao Sheng's pupils shrank, but he saw Wang Fochong across from him with a proud and ferocious smile. The golden flying sword was clamped between his hands, like a dead fish unable to move.

I saw that he rubbed his hands vigorously, and a large black light emerged from his palms, forming a ball of black light.

Well!

Zhao Sheng groaned and immediately lost control of the Golden Flying Sword.

At this moment, Wang Fuchong dropped his flying sword, his huge body flew up in the air, and swooped down towards Zhao Sheng. His arms smashed down like a storm, and hundreds of long stabbing fist lights were condensed towards Zhao Sheng. Sheng struck again.

He didn't believe that he couldn't achieve success in one fell swoop this time.

There was a "boom"!

Zhao Sheng's figure blurred and disappeared suddenly, and the crystal stone ground he was standing on was immediately affected by the light of the fist, and a network of tiny gaps opened.

I don’t know what kind of spiritual material the corridor floor is made of, and the texture is extremely solid.

Wang Fuchong's fist was as bright as a spiritual weapon-level sledgehammer, and it hit the ground with great force. It only made small cracks, not even a small crater.

After Zhao Sheng showed up again, Wang Fochong smiled ferociously and flew towards Zhao Sheng again. This time, instead of using fists, he opened his hands directly and hugged Zhao Sheng from the waist.

If he was accidentally hugged by him, with his thorn scale armor and unparalleled divine power, Zhao Sheng would be disabled even if he died!

However, at this moment,

Zhao Sheng suddenly chuckled, and at the same time as the divine light burst out in his eyes, the Five Elements Talisman in his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light...

…

After a while, the corridor was in a mess.

With a look of despair on his face, Wang Fochong bent down and dragged up Wang Foyu, who was holding his head and screaming. He turned back and took a deep look at Zhao Sheng, then turned around without saying a word, supported his brother and left quickly.

Seeing the two leaving like this, Zhao Sheng smiled lightly and reached out to recall the Golden Flying Sword.

Wang Fochong and Wang Foyu, the two new generations of the spiritual race, are not inferior to him in cultivation and are extremely powerful. Ordinary Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks are no match for any of them.

However, although they are strong, their actual combat experience is far inferior to that of human monks of the same level, let alone Zhao Sheng.

Just now, Zhao Sheng had several opportunities to kill two people easily, but because this place was a spiritual palace, he only punished them slightly and finally let them go.

Having said that, the Spiritual Palace is such a sensitive place. The three of them had just exchanged blows and made such a big noise, but no one came here to check.

Just by thinking about it, you can tell how much trouble there is behind this matter, and there must be someone deliberately setting up a trap behind it.

Zhao Sheng was doubtful. The purpose of the person behind this was to test his depth? Or is it to undermine the prestige of the Ice King? Or is there a deeper conspiracy hidden?

Just as they were thinking about this, the two ice goddesses ran towards them from the distance of the corridor in panic, their bodies trembling and they knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy: "Young master, please atone for your sins. I was just too sleepy to welcome you out in time." Off. The maid deserves to die!"

"Get up!"

Zhao Sheng had no intention of venting his anger on anyone, and besides, these ice girls were also pitiful people who couldn't help themselves.

"This might be a good opportunity." He thought.

…

It has been more than half a year since Longshou Island fell into the hands of foreigners. The most dangerous stage has long passed. As the resistance forces are gradually wiped out, the situation on the island is becoming more stable day by day.

After half a year, a new situation has formed on Longshou Island.

For the evil and heretical forces that are deeply suppressed by the righteous forces headed by Star God Palace, the Kraken Tide is a once-in-a-century feast and the best opportunity to make waves and increase their strength.

The Spirit Clan is not as tyrannical and brainless as Ba Haizhang, nor is it arrogant and arrogant like Jiao Long.

The Eldar know well that the enemy of their enemy is their friend, so they try to win over the evil heretics. Every time during the sea monster tide, they will open the door to the demon monks. As long as they don't fight back, the demon monks will "occupy" "area" is often unhindered.

This has been the case for thousands of years.

Therefore, the Spirit Clan can be said to have full credibility and an excellent image in the eyes of evil heretics.

At this time, countless evil heretic cultivators emerged from various hidden places in the Broken Star Sea and rushed to Longshou Island to participate in the once-in-a-century demonic gathering.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng dressed up in disguise, wearing a hooded robe, and appeared outside a temporary market jointly established by the demonic forces.

The name of Fangshi is simple and crude, it is called Wanxianfang. It is formed by the three Nascent Soul-level demonic forces of Shaoyin Sect, Blood Demon Sect and Ten Thousand Corpses Sect.

There are three other markets like Wanxianfang on Longshou Island. Except for the largest Hailingfang, which is controlled by people from the spirit tribe, the remaining ghost markets and demon caves are controlled by their ghosts and demons. Two formations.

Wanxianfang was built directly on the ruins of Fangshi near the sea. The earth and stone garbage on the street were cleared, the dilapidated buildings were bulldozed, and rows of colorful pavilions with different styles were built directly along the street. People came and went on the street. Wearing hooded robes to hide their identities.

Of course, there are also some evil heretics who reveal their true colors with arrogance and walk openly on the streets.

People who choose to do this are often extremely powerful, at least at the mid-to-late stage of foundation building.

Further outside the palaces and pavilions, there are some simple and solid stone houses and stone buildings built using the technique of turning mud into stone.

Most of the doorways of these stone houses and buildings have banners, flags and other signboards erected. Most of the people who come and go are in the Qi Refining realm, and few are top-notch in foundation building.

A large tent was set up on the outside of Fangshi. The tents were rolling up and down, and all kinds of weird and strange demon cultivators and aliens were constantly getting in and out, making it very lively.

The most unpopular casual cultivator can only choose to spread out a piece of furoshiki outside the market, and put a bunch of odds and ends on it, such as herbs, bones, ores, animal skins, amulets, ancient scrolls, broken magic weapons, etc. , mixed together and sold together.

It would be as difficult as trying to find something missing in such a baggage house!

Outside the market, Zhao Sheng only took a glance and walked through the dazzling but disorganized casual cultivator market.

He came to the gate of Wanxianfang, paid the entry tax for a low-grade spiritual stone, and walked into Wanxianfang smoothly.