Ascension Through Generations

Buzz!

The spiritual light barrier covering the nine-story building suddenly opened a passage, and a tall figure flew out from it, landing in front of Zuo Lingsun in an instant.

At first glance, it turned out to be a stunning beauty with a beautiful appearance and a cold temperament.

As soon as Zuo Lingsun saw his junior sister coming out, he immediately stepped forward and asked with a flattering look on his face: "Junior sister, what's the harvest this time?"

Purple Jade Fairy frowned slightly, and said calmly: "There are some useless objects inside. This treasure house seems to have been ransacked by others, and there is almost no treasure that can be found."

Zuo Lingsun rubbed his hands, smiled and comforted: "Junior sister, don't worry. If it doesn't work here, let's find another place. I, Zuo Lingsun, will risk my life to get one for my junior sister." Infant Transformation Pill."

"Yes!" Purple Jade Fairy nodded gently, with a rare smile on her fair and flawless face.

Seeing this situation, Zuo Lingsun couldn't help but be happy.

At this moment, Zuo Lingsun's expression changed and he suddenly roared: "Who is where?"

Before he finished speaking, a large stream of yellow light suddenly burst out from the ground under his feet and quickly swept in all directions.

Tsk!

The yellow light was like a tide, and it suddenly hit the dark haze more than ten feet away on the east side. There was a burst of corroding sound, and a humanoid black gas appeared in the tide of light.

"Yes, you are qualified."

As this cold and ruthless voice poured into Zuo Lingsun's ears.

This Taoist wizard who was as fat as a ball suddenly changed his face and turned pale.

Because at this moment, the human-shaped black energy has condensed into a lifelike "person"

This "person" has all four limbs and body, but his face is vaguely covered with a layer of black mist. Only two eyes are exposed, and the pupils are as red as coals, which seem to burn people.

"Nascent Soul Ghost King!" When Ziyu Fairy first saw this person, her beauty immediately turned pale and she exclaimed in shock.

Zuo Lingsun took a step forward and stood in front of the Purple Jade Fairy. At the same time, he shouted with absolute determination: "Junior Sister, please go first. Senior Brother will block it for you for a moment!"

When Ziyu heard this, a layer of purple light burst out all over her body, and she tried to escape.

"Wait!"

These two words were like thunderbolts of lightning, carrying majestic pressure across the sky, and a few miles around turned into a ghostland in an instant.

As soon as they came out of the ghost realm, the Taoist couple Zuo Lingsun and Ziyu Fairy's escape plan immediately came to nothing.

But the Nascent Soul Ghost King that suddenly appeared did not kill him, but had a gentle attitude.

"Guests, don't be anxious or afraid! Since you are qualified, Zhong will not take action. Instead, he will cordially invite the guests to the banquet."

Zuo Lingsun was silent for a moment, and after exchanging glances with his junior sister, he asked tentatively: "I wonder what the banquet that senior mentioned is like?"

"Jie Jie, you will know when you go there..."

…

When Zuo Lingsun was taken to an unknown place for a banquet.

"Run away. Ah!"

Above the ruins of a dilapidated and messy building, an old man in green robes held a handle of jade Buddha dust in his arms, with green light like clouds all over his body, supporting his body, and trying his best to escape into the distance.

Its speed is so fast that it can cover a hundred feet in an instant.

However, as soon as the man flew a mile away, a wave of black light from below suddenly rolled back towards him, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the old man in green robe.

…

To the southwest of Qiulingjiao, outside the Sutra Pavilion,

A very majestic and tall man in half armor with a resolute face was looking at the opposite side with a serious expression, where a monster with the head of a human and the body of a python was floating there.

"My nickname is Venerable Dingshen. I am here to invite distinguished guests to the banquet."

After Tianluozi heard this, he asked expressionlessly: "Lead the way."

"Jie Jie!"

…

"Lingluo, hand over the Infant Transformation Pill! Otherwise today will be the day you die."

After finishing speaking, Dong Qingyang turned over with one hand and took out an exquisite and compact alchemy furnace, which was slightly larger than his fist. At first glance, it looked like a normal incense burner. However, the lid button was engraved with a pair of crosses. The ghosts and gods were wrapped around each other, and the surface of the furnace cover was covered with spiritual patterns. At this time, curls of light green smoke were escaping from it.

Far away opposite him, above a collapsed cave, Saint Lingluo stood in the haze, but her tall body burst out with a surging fire-like flame, which made Dong Qingyang squint his eyes.

"Hmm... Dong Qingyang of the Perfect Sect? What a big statement! The Infant Transformation Pill is here, do you dare to come and get it?"

The woman's gaze passed over Dong Qingyang and then around, as if she noticed something strange.

At this time, Tian Xinzi did not follow him and had disappeared.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Dong Qingyang's expression was stern, and he casually opened the furnace lid, and a large puff of smoke spurted out, turning into countless rays of gleaming light.

At the same time, he shouted urgently: Lingluo, I call you, do you dare to answer? "

"idiot!"

Without saying a word, the female cultivator took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Dong Qingyang. She punched out with a fist, the light of the fist was like a tide, and she blasted past with a devastating force.

The fist light was dazzling, like a beam of light across the sky, visible for ten miles under the dark haze.

"...Collect the soul-losing furnace from me!"

Dong Qingyang's expression changed instantly when he saw the fist light coming, and a large amount of true energy suddenly spurted out from his palm and poured into the small pot.

The small pot suddenly swelled a thousand times, and an astonishing suction force suddenly emerged from the mouth of the pot, swallowing up all the fist light.

At the same moment, the smoke suddenly condensed into a cloud of air blades, and the faint blue electric light exploded with a "chirp", accompanied by a series of explosive sounds. The air blades spread out like a heavy rain. The sharpness of the electric light cannot be underestimated.

"Huh!"

Seeing that she was about to be torn into pieces by the air blades, Saintess Lingluo suddenly let out a startled cry, swayed her body, and suddenly disappeared from the place.

The next moment, the person appeared ten feet away.

But she still did not hesitate, her body flashed continuously, as if teleporting, and she appeared several miles away in one breath, as if she was about to escape without a fight.

Seeing this situation, Dong Qingyang was about to speak sarcastically, but his body suddenly froze, with a look of fear in his eyes.

At some point, the surrounding fog has been tainted with a layer of darkness, the void is as black as an abyss, and as malicious as the sea.

At this time, Saintess Lingluo was also forced by the surrounding darkness and had to retreat.

"This guest is invited by my headmaster." At this moment, a gloomy and cold voice suddenly came from the darkness.

…

boom!

Deep in the mountain of Refining Peak, warehouses are neatly arranged one after another. A fine steel warehouse wall in one of them suddenly turns red and shiny, and then a ball of golden real fire spurts out. The wall one foot behind is actually visible to the naked eye. A big hole was burned out.

Zhao Sheng walked out of the cave, looking a little confused.

This search was not satisfactory. There were not many things in Nuo's warehouse that he could appreciate. Not only was there not a single magic weapon, but there were also very few high-level materials used to refine the magic weapon.

Back then, the Qiuling Sect was one of the logistics headquarters of the expeditionary force, and it should have stored a lot of treasures.

But he searched many warehouses in succession, but none of them satisfied him.

It seems hmm? !

Zhao Sheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with lightning, and with a sudden wave of his hand, the Gengjin Sword Pill buzzed and trembled, and the bright sword light burst out. Along the way, the mist was torn apart like a piece of silk, and the sharp edge went straight into the void.

The void suddenly stirred up circles of black light,

The sword light collided with the black light and was instantly destroyed, turning into nothingness.

This blow was resolved easily.

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the one who took the sword turned out to be a ghost. This ghost was over ten feet long, with a face with clear features, full of energy, eyes like charcoal fire, and a faint red light.

This powerful ghost received the sword, but instead of launching an attack, it let out a low shout that shook the four walls:

"You can find the Zajia, which means you are qualified. The Zajia has received the decree from the headmaster and invited guests to the banquet!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng felt relieved. The ghost cultivator in front of him was really powerful, with the lowest level of Nascent Soul level.

He should not be an opponent!

In any world of immortal cultivation, once a ghost regains its spiritual intelligence, it will be regarded as a ghost cultivator by the immortal cultivators, and it will be distinguished from those ghosts who are ignorant and act only on instinct.

Ghost cultivators have spiritual intelligence, so they can communicate and have a basis for peaceful coexistence. On the other hand, ghosts are irrational.

Zhao Sheng's face was solemn. The ghost cultivator in front of him, who called himself Venerable Dingnan, had Nascent Soul level strength. Presumably, the mysterious leader must be stronger than him.

So how many "Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivators" are there in the Qiuling Sect's sect? Could it be that this place has become a ghost cave?

These doubts flashed through his mind, and Zhao Sheng soon became calm.

Just go, is he still afraid of falling into a ghost cave?

With the magical ability of phase shifting, he is not afraid of any dangerous situations.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Sheng bowed his head and returned the greeting: "I have been kindly invited by Your Majesty, and I would like to go to the banquet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old ghost couldn't help but praise him: "What a courage! If your guest is very lucky, you may have the chance to become enlightened."

"Opportunity to become enlightened?" Zhao Sheng thought.

"When guests come to our temple, are they looking for opportunities to become enlightened?" the old ghost asked back, but Zhao Sheng was a little surprised.

Hearing what the old ghost said, he became curious: "May I ask your venerable master, what does the opportunity for enlightenment refer to?"

"It depends on what the customer wants."

The old ghost's attitude is very approachable, and he doesn't have the fierce and vicious temperament of ordinary ghost cultivators.

Zhao Sheng thought about it secretly and suddenly asked: "Senior, please lead the way... By the way, I don't know what to call senior?"

The old ghost replied: "The Za family was once given a nickname by the headmaster, named Venerable Dingnan!"

Lord Dingnan was not a talkative "ghost". He didn't communicate much with Zhao Sheng along the way, and Zhao Sheng always asked questions, and he rarely answered.

Of course, Zhao Sheng was not discouraged. Seeing that the other party was not angry, he repeatedly asked.

Not long after, one person and one ghost came to the edge of a huge, pitch-black pit, where the evil and deadly energy gathered into a cloud, which was extremely dense.

Zhao Sheng sensed the darkness below from a distance, and vaguely felt that there was a danger below, as if it was a dead place without any life.

"We're here. Come on down."

"oh,"

In the blink of an eye, two rays of light, one black and one white, rushed into the bottomless pit.

A moment later, dozens of miles deep underground, there was deathly silence all around, and the ground was covered with corpses. .

Zhao Sheng stood on top of the thick bones and looked around. Now he and the old ghost were standing in the center of a very empty and grand cave. Wide corridors were opened on the surrounding rock walls, which seemed to extend in all directions, with far-reaching twists and turns...

"Is the banquet held here?"

Zhao Sheng felt that it was inappropriate. He looked carefully and was suddenly startled when his eyes passed over the surrounding rock walls.

The rock wall is actually carved with densely packed, strange and complex patterns. The patterns go from deep to the surface, and you can't see the beginning and end. You can only see them spreading to every corner of the cave, including the top and the foot of the cave.

Most of these formation patterns were strange and weird, like words but not words, like paintings but not paintings. They were occasionally decorated with the shapes of birds and animals, as well as astrological diagrams and the like. Zhao Sheng looked at it for a long time and suddenly realized:

"Is this an ancient magic circle?!"

He raised his head and turned around. When he looked up at the sky, his pupils shrank. The hole that originally led directly to the outside world had disappeared without knowing it, and was replaced by piles of earth and rocks, which were also covered with formation patterns.

The entire cave space is integrated without any gaps.

Zhao Sheng slowly turned his head and stared at Lord Dingnan, his eyes flickering, ready to move: "What does this mean?"

“The guests will know later.

This old ghost...Zhao Sheng was speechless for a moment. This old guy obviously didn't know anything about it.

But other than leading him here, the old ghost was very polite and polite, not someone who forced himself on others.

At this time, there was a sound from the rock wall corridor on the opposite side, and then a soft brilliance came through.

Venerable Dingnan was not surprised at all and reminded: "Guests, please go forward. The banquet will be held in the Rebirth Hall at the end of the corridor."

"Rebirth Hall? What a great name!"

Zhao Sheng didn't say anything and just followed it silently into the corridor.

He wanted to see what the headmaster was secretly planning.

Entering the newly opened corridor, I saw lotus lanterns inlaid on both sides of the corridor, with fist-sized flames burning on the lamps.

The appearance of the lotus lantern is very gorgeous and elegant, with obvious ancient style.

Zhao Sheng followed Lord Dingnan for two or three miles, but he reached the end.

As soon as I walked out of the corridor, my eyes suddenly opened up.

But at this moment, Zhao Shengruo felt something and suddenly looked up. Both sides were surprised.

When Saintess Lingluo saw Zhao Sheng, she was silent for a moment and then said, "You're here too!"

"Yes, I had to come." Zhao Sheng glanced at the ghost king next to him and responded with a sad face.

"Two guests, please move to the main hall."

Zhao Sheng looked around and saw a magnificent palace in front of him, standing in the center and enveloped by the soft brilliance that came from nowhere, making it even more majestic and majestic.

Bright and clear spiritual clouds were lingering, and the spiritual clouds were surging, but there was not even a trace of sinister and deadly energy mixed in.

And there is...

Zhao Sheng took a closer look and saw that the palace was immediately adjacent to a jade hill one hundred feet high.

On top of the stone mountain, two huge horns like towering trees soared into the sky, almost piercing the sky. The horns are as silver as crystal diamonds, sparkling with dazzling spiritual light and exuding astonishing pressure, making them look extremely eye-catching.

It's just that due to the obstruction of the spiritual cloud, the spiritual consciousness is blocked, the vision is blurred, and the vision is not clear.

Seeing this shocking scene, Zhao Sheng glanced at the Holy Lady Lingluo next to him.

It happened that she also peeked over, and the two of them immediately exchanged a look, and thought of something tacitly:

"Could this place be the forbidden area of ​​the Qiuling Sect? the Tomb of the Qiu Emperor."

To explain, Saint Wuyong has been changed to Saint Lingluo. Wuyong is more masculine.