Ascension Through Generations

"Um, what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark red ray of light shot out from the Gang Qi storm below silently, ignoring any defense in an instant, and penetrated Zhao Sheng's chest and abdomen. Incredibly fast.

Well!

Zhao Sheng groaned, and a fist-sized hole was opened in his chest. Blood flowed down and penetrated his chest and abdomen.

"Jiejie, cough, the beating I just had hurts me a lot!"

The clouds were billowing, and blood oozed from the corners of Gong Boran's mouth. With a fierce and proud expression on his face, he flew up from the clouds. At this time, his whole body was dripping with blood and covered with countless horrific wounds. He looked extremely miserable.

Thorn!

A streak of blood-colored light swooped down from the sky, landed in front of Gong Boran, and circled its master at extremely agile speed. A slender crystal shuttle with sharp ends appeared faintly in the blood light.

Zhao Sheng's right hand ignited a layer of white light and pressed it on the wound, temporarily suppressing the poisonous flames in the blood.

His eyes turned cold, "Blood Poison Shuttle! You have also practiced the art of prolonging life and avoiding death. It seems that the Gong family has not given up on you. The so-called expulsion from the clan is just a cover."

"Jie Jie, you know too much!" Gong Boran's expression was arrogant, but his eyes kept flickering, as if he sensed something, and he seemed a little hesitant.

At this time, Zhao Sheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Gong Boran hard.

boom!

The clouds and mist rolled violently, and a large amount of vapor liquefied and fell into rain.

The five-color big hand appeared out of thin air again, covering the hundreds of feet of void around Gong Boran. Invisible power came instantly, and the void solidified like a diamond.

Gong Boran's complexion changed drastically, and the blood soul shuttle in front of him suddenly surged a thousand times, turning into a giant shuttle more than ten feet long, with a large area of ​​dark red blood, and quickly hit the five-color hand. . There was a huge booming explosion.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's figure suddenly turned into nothingness.

The next moment, the person appeared right in front of Gong Boran, and the distance between them was less than three feet.

Zhao Sheng smiled coldly, but Gong Boran, who was opposite him and was covered in blood, had a face full of disbelief.

"This time, you are dead!"

Following this sound of divine consciousness, a huge palm as thick as a water tank suddenly shot out from Zhao Sheng's chest and abdomen. Five colors of red, white, yellow, black and green flowed between the palms, containing surging and astonishing destructive power. A palm hit Gong Boran's chest. On the abdomen.

This blow was made by Zhao Sheng with all his strength in anger. In just one strike, Gong Boran was torn apart. The storm formed by the aftermath swept wildly in all directions, sweeping away the nearby clouds.

Zhao Sheng reached out and made a move, and three flesh-filled Nakong Seals flew from below and landed on his hand.

Divine consciousness spread in all directions, and a bloody light suddenly fell from the sky. He caught it and put it into his storage bag.

Zhao Sheng then turned around and flew into the air towards the Wutong Temple.

On the way back, the poisonous flames in the wounds on his chest and abdomen were gradually extinguished by the real energy, and dense granulations began to grow on the edges of the holes. The granulations grew and merged rapidly, and his injuries healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the Wutong Temple was visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Sheng looked down from a distance and saw that the temple square was dented in a large area, and many surrounding walls and buildings had collapsed. It seemed that it had experienced a war.

In the dilapidated square, six protective spiritual beasts, including the green snake and the black rat, were occupying one corner of the square and looking at the center of the square with eager eyes.

The stream of light flew over, and Zhao Sheng fell from the sky and landed in the center of the square. He swept his eyes and his eyes immediately focused on the huge green fur ball sunken in the center.

The green fur ball was about two feet in diameter and lifeless, like a dead object.

However, Zhao Sheng sensed that the sphere was somewhat alive, very restrained and secretive.

"Not dead? Interesting!"

Zhao Sheng whispered to himself, flicked his wrist, and a blazing white sword light shot out, and disappeared into the green fur ball in a flash.

With a click, the sphere split in two, and then a glistening green gliosarcoma as big as a basin rolled out from the inside.

The surface of the sarcoma is covered with pores, and countless green hyphae protrude from the pores.

Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows and raised one hand. A layer of white sword light appeared on the edge of his palm, and he was about to strike down with a palm.

At this moment, a frightened cry suddenly came from the green sarcoma: "Slow down, slow down, sir, please be merciful!"

Zhao Sheng's expression softened slightly, he slowly put his hand down and joked: "Green-headed man, it turns out you're not dead!"

"Yes, the little old man is dying now, but he can't withstand the power of the master's hand. The little old man is willing to surrender, but I just ask you to spare my life." The sarcoma buzzed, and the green-headed man begged for mercy in an unusually humble and pitiful way. .

At this time, Ye Tianyun rushed into the square through the gap in the collapsed temple wall, and soon came to Zhao Sheng's side.

"Huh, sir, just hope you're fine!" Ye Tianyun had a look of surprise and joy on his face when he saw that Zhao Sheng was safe and sound.

He caught a glimpse of the green sarcoma and immediately asked in surprise: "Sir, what is this?"

Zhao Sheng didn't answer. He wiped his waist with one hand and found a dusty jar in his hand.

Turning over the mouth of the altar, aiming at the sarcoma, with a rush of real energy, a gray light erupted from the mouth of the altar and hit the sarcoma. The gray light rolled back, immediately rolling the sarcoma back into the altar.

"No, sir!"

Before the green-headed man could finish his plea for mercy, there was a bang, and the mouth of the altar had been sealed with a shining yellow talisman.

Zhao Sheng casually put the gray altar into the Nakong Seal, and then his spiritual consciousness enveloped the square.

After a breath, he thought, and two more cracks suddenly opened on the broken green fur ball, and then two crystal clear jade-like Na Kong Seals flew out from the cracks.

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to catch the Nakong Seal, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated both of them.

After two breaths, he threw one of them into Ye Tianyun's arms and ordered: "Repair the temple as soon as possible, and guard the guardian spirit beasts, and share the rest with others."

"I will obey the teaching's decree!" Ye Tianyun's heart was surging, and he knelt down on one knee to salute the master with a face full of ecstasy.

Um!

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shengren disappeared from where he was.

…

Half a month later, the Wutong Temple was renovated and the entire temple had a completely new look.

After being closed for nearly half a year, Wutong Temple reopened its gates. Believers from several nearby states and counties came as soon as they heard the news.

On the day the mountain gate opened, Nuanyufeng Mountain was crowded with people, so many people that they almost overcrowded all the temples.

After worshiping the Wutong God, devout believers began to notice various abnormalities.

First of all, the statue seems to be more sacred and more agile than half a year ago. Every time after praying, I can faintly feel the gaze coming from the dark place, and my soul seems to be closer and closer to the God of Five Powers.

Secondly, as soon as they arrived at the temple, countless people felt relaxed and relaxed involuntarily, as if their bodies had been infiltrated into a mysterious aura. Some minor ailments were quickly cured without medication.

The most powerful thing is that the Wutong Shen seems to be more effective than before. Some believers got what they wanted within a few days after coming down the mountain.

After being verified many times by many people, the name of Wutong Spiritual Experience quickly spread not only throughout Songlan Mansion, but also in nearby prefectures and counties.

Day by day, the number of Wutong believers is growing rapidly, with thousands of people becoming new believers every day.

As for the devout believers who ask gods to come home to worship, there are countless others.

The Wutong Temple on Nuanyu Peak is the most efficacious on weekdays and is also the main temple of the sect.

Therefore, after three months, it was no longer open to ordinary believers. Only powerful families with high power and status in the prefecture and county could visit the temple to offer incense and worship the gods.

When the Wutong Divine Sect was on the right track of rapid expansion, Zhao Sheng had also completed his cultivation.

After a few months, the green-headed man had already surrendered obediently for the sake of his life and took the initiative to sign a master-servant contract.

Zhao Sheng left him in the main temple to take charge and was driven by Ye Tianyun.

One morning, the sun was rising.

On Nuanyu Peak, the clouds covered the fog, and a spiritual light appeared. A white ray of light suddenly broke through the thick fog and sped towards the west.

In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

…

Ten years later,

The sun is blazing, the wind is biting, and the boundless sea of ​​clouds are steaming and rolling in the wind, setting off cloud waves, and a majestic and beautiful floating mountain is looming in the depths of the cloud waves.

Suddenly, a ray of light rushed from below, passed through the heavy clouds and mist, and reached the sea of ​​clouds.

The jade-white brilliance converged, revealing a young man in white robes with a heroic appearance and perfect body.

There is no doubt that it is Zhao Sheng.

He stood in the void and looked at the floating mountain on the horizon from a distance

I saw clouds and smoke curling up on the mountain peaks, and the cloud waterfall rushed down the thousand-foot mountain mist with a mighty force, causing the sea of ​​clouds to stir. The scattered clouds were like flying snow, reflecting the skylight and reflecting dazzling colors. The scene was magnificent and psychedelic, like a fairyland. generally.

Feixue Peak is the secluded place for Taoist Que Yue. This peak is located three hundred miles above the Chu Kingdom City, close to the edge of the atmosphere.

Looking up at the sky, you can clearly see countless stars twinkling under the blue sky.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered for a few times, and he quickly fled towards Feixue Peak.

As soon as he entered the ten-mile range, Zhao Sheng sank violently, as if his body was carrying a mountain on his back, and his escape speed was greatly reduced.

Occasionally, a cloud hit him, and there was a loud bang, as if he was hit by a boulder weighing ten thousand kilograms.

The reason for such a strange phenomenon, Zhao Sheng knew, was the result of the unconscious expansion of Yuanying's legal domain during Taoist Queyue's cultivation.

There is only the aftermath of the legal domain outside the mountain peak, and its power is less than one-tenth.

Feixuefeng Mountain has a third-order high-grade spiritual vein transplanted into the body. Coupled with the large formation restriction, the concentration of nearby spiritual energy is far more than ten times that of the normal third-order spiritual vein, artificially creating a "spiritual realm" of heaven and earth.

"It is undoubtedly the spiritual realm!"

Zhao Sheng fell into the guest pavilion at the foot of the mountain, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The extremely pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured in from all the orifices of his body like a clear spring, nourishing his whole body. In an instant, he felt comfortable. There was even an urge to moan.

"Haha! Junior brother, you are late again!"

At this moment, a burst of heroic laughter suddenly came from the mountain, and a sword rainbow swooped down from the mountain and fell into the pavilion in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the sword light dispersed.

A tall old man with white beard and hair and a red face stood a few steps away from Zhao Sheng, looking at him with a smile on his face.

When Zhao Sheng saw this, he immediately bowed his hands and said, "Three treasures, please pay homage to your senior brother!"

Li Daoxing waved his long sleeves and cast a burst of magic power. He helped his little junior brother up and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years. Junior brother, you have made great progress. I am afraid that you have reached the second level of the golden elixir. I am really happy and congratulated!"

Zhao Sheng acted extremely humble and said: "Compared with the senior brother, my progress is nothing. The senior brother is a genius. If one day I can be promoted to Nascent Soul like the senior brother, I will not Master’s hard work is in vain.”

Li Daoxing smiled slightly and was about to encourage his junior brother to say a few words when he suddenly let out a startled cry: "Are you here so soon?"

After saying that, he turned back to look at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance and frowned slightly.

Zhao Sheng looked over and said, "Who is here? Is it Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother or the others?"

Li Daoxing did not answer.

But then, there was a clear sound gurgling into Zhao Sheng's ears, and suddenly there was a boat in his sight.

On the boat, someone chanted a clear song, approaching from far away.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. I want to cross it in a boat. The wind is high and the waves are rough. I want to balance it with an oar... The road is like the sea. Difficulties are difficult within difficulties. I forget to come and go..."

Zhao Sheng followed the sound and looked into the distance, and finally saw a man rowing alone in a small boat, as if he was coming on a cloud. The figure on the boat was clear and elegant, and his temperament was refined.

"That's, that's..." Zhao Sheng felt that the person coming was quite familiar, and as his mind kept thinking, a name suddenly jumped out.

"It's the Patriarch!" Li Daohan said.

"The Patriarch actually showed up here! What's the reason? Zhao Sheng was very surprised.

The Patriarch of the Sect is a legendary figure in Cangzhou. This person was born in the Tiandao Sect, and no one knows his true Taoist name.

Because he often laughs at himself as a household dog, a coward who dares not get started. Therefore, the world respects him as the old gatekeeper, and he is suspected to be a living true king.

At this time, the boat approached Feixue Peak. Zhao Sheng looked at the increasingly clear figure of Qingshuo on the boat. Suddenly he felt something. He turned around and saw that Li Daoxing was obviously a little nervous. His brows furrowed and relaxed. Fluctuations are violent.

At this time, the old man on the boat stood up, smiled from afar and asked, "Is Taoist Queyue here?"

Li Daoxing bowed his head and saluted the old man in the most upright manner. Zhao Sheng followed suit when he saw this.

"Reporting to the Patriarch, the Master is retreating in the mountain and it is inconvenient to show up to meet him."

"It's okay! I just have to wait patiently for a while. Are the food and wine prepared on the mountain?"

"Please, Grandmaster, the food and wine have been prepared."

"Well, you are always so attentive, no wonder you are today."

Zhao Sheng stood silently in the pavilion without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a clear gaze suddenly stopped on his face for a while, and then the old man laughed and said: "Que Yue's practice is not very good, but this disciple has a really good eye. This must be his new disciple. Okay, okay!”

As the words fell, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt that there was an extra person in the pavilion. He seemed to be standing not far away and was looking at him up and down with curiosity.

Zhao Sheng's heart tightened, and he raised his head to look, only to see a Qingshuo old man with disheveled hair and black and red scars on his face looking at him with a smile.

"This" Zhao Sheng was stunned immediately, feeling a little baffled.

"Little doll, what is your name?"

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he bowed and said, "Reporting to the Patriarch, this junior's Taoist name is Sanbao, but his common name has no surname."

"That's wrong! Your surname should be Zhao!" The old man Qingshuo said in surprise.