Ascension Through Generations

Qixia Peak is located deep in the Yandang Mountains, more than 400 miles northwest of Longli Lake. The peaks are thousands of feet high and steep. They are lined with ancient trees and covered with green grass and wild flowers.

A bluestone path more than ten feet wide is looming under the cover of big trees and green plants, extending from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Zhao Sheng and the others dismounted their horses at the foot of Qixia Peak Mountain and handed the green-scaled dragon horses to the care of the mountain guards.

The mountain guardians are a group of mortals. Their ancestors also came from a family of cultivators, but they have all long since declined.

They accept the commission from nearby immortal cultivating families and have been stationed at Qixia Peak for generations, specifically serving the immortal cultivators.

Just as the three of them stepped onto the stone path, Zhao Chongxiao suddenly stopped and looked at Zhao Sheng with an anxious expression, but hesitated to speak.

Zhao Sheng was slightly surprised when he noticed it and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Um, when you see the Three Immortals of Wushan, can you please stop taking action right away and let me say a few words first?" Zhao Chongxiao rubbed his hands to please her.

"Well, you can. But you have to give me a reason to convince me." Zhao Sheng said cheerfully.

At this time, Zhao Chongwei was unwilling and said angrily: "Huh, Chong He, let's ignore this traitor. Maybe he has some bad intentions."

Zhao Chongxiao said with a bitter look on his face: "I was poisoned by the rot blood poison. I want to see if I can get the antidote first."

Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and almost forgot that there was a deadly thing on Zhao Chongxiao.

Zhao Sheng thought for a while and felt that he could delay it for a while, and Zhao Chongxiao was still a member of his own family and could not force people to a dead end.

So he agreed, "Yes! But only if it doesn't affect the plan."

"Absolutely not!" Zhao Chongxiao was overjoyed and agreed quickly.

Zhao Sheng nodded, reached out sideways and made a gesture of invitation, and said: "Then please!"

Zhao Chongxiao took a deep breath and took the lead on Qixia Peak. Zhao Sheng pulled an angry Zhao Chongwei behind him.

Although the Qixia Peak is steep and the stone steps are slippery, it is not difficult for the three Qi-refining cultivators.

In less than two-quarters of an hour, the three of them crossed the thousand stone steps and arrived at a flat place halfway up the mountain.

This is a depression in the mountains, covering an area of ​​about twenty feet. There is a four-pillar stone pavilion built close to the corner of the cliff to enjoy the scenery.

As soon as the three people boarded here, they immediately saw two people standing and sitting in the stone pavilion.

Both of them wore apricot-yellow Taoist robes and green leaf crowns, looking like Taoist priests.

The man sitting there has a face like a full moon and a fat and bloated body. Those who were standing had green beards and hair, and their skin was livid, more like the dead than the living.

When Zhao Chongxiao saw the two of them, his body trembled violently and he froze on the spot.

Zhao Sheng caught a glimpse of his strange behavior from the corner of his eye, and knew that the two people opposite him were undoubtedly two of the Three Immortals of Wushan.

But where is the third person?

Before the thought had dissipated, Zhao Sheng suddenly heard a clicking sound coming from behind him, like the crisp sound made when some metal touches a stone.

Zhao Sheng turned around suddenly and looked back.

I saw a dozen stone steps below, a lame man with an empty right trouser leg, holding a shining silver snake-head crutch in his right hand, slowly walking up the mountain.

Faced with this situation, even a fool knows something is wrong.

Zhao Sheng retracted his left hand into his sleeve, quietly held the Trap Dragon Talisman in his hand, and at the same time pulled Zhao Chongwei slowly back towards the mountain wall.

On the other side, Zhao Chongxiao suddenly rushed to the stone pavilion and shouted excitedly to the two people in the stone pavilion: "Senior, I have brought you here. Give me the antidote!"

In the stone pavilion, the fat man sitting was named Zhang Xiong. He was at the seventh level of Qi refining. He was the second among the three immortals of Wushan.

The standing green-haired ghost is the third child, named Chu Hu, a sixth-level immortal cultivator.

Hearing Zhao Chongxiao's shout, Zhang Xiong patted his belly and laughed loudly: "Boy, you did a good job. Master Tao will not treat you badly. It's just an antidote, let's continue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiong tossed it casually, and a bloody ball flew out from the bottom of his sleeve in an instant. After drawing an arc, it fell accurately into Zhao Chongxiao's hand.

Zhao Chongxiao was so happy that he quickly raised his hand, opened his mouth, and swallowed the blood ball in one gulp.

After taking the antidote, his face was full of gratitude, and he bowed repeatedly and said: "Thank you, senior, for giving me the antidote. I am grateful to you."

At this time, the cripple on crutches happened to appear in this depression.

Seeing Zhao Chongxiao's appearance, he suddenly said: "Little boy, I will teach you to be a good boy today. Remember not to believe anyone's promises. Don't forget it in the next life!"

When Zhao Chongxiao heard this, his face instantly turned pale, and he stumbled with fear and said: "Senior, are you... uh!"

Just as he was speaking halfway, Zhao Chongxiao suddenly twitched, his exposed skin suddenly turned red and purple, and countless blood drops oozed from the pores on his body.

In an instant, black and purple pus and blood flowed out of Zhao Chongxiao's seven orifices, and his skin quickly ulcerated and leaked a large amount of pus and blood.

In just seven or eight breaths, Zhao Chongxiao's body quickly melted into a pool of blood in full view of everyone.

A gust of wind blew by, and a red and white skeleton collapsed and scattered in the blood.

The scene is really scary!

vomit!

Zhao Chongwei has never seen such a bloody side. Her stomach suddenly twitched and twitched, and she couldn't help opening her mouth to vomit.

The cripple was very satisfied after seeing this.

In his opinion, this move was just right to kill chickens and scare monkeys.

It will probably save a lot of effort when "persuading" the two babies later.

Lame is the eldest of the Three Immortals of Wushan. His real name and origin are very mysterious, even his two sworn brothers don't know.

He has always called himself Zhou Laoguai, who is the highest among the three immortals and is close to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

Zhou Laoguai slowly approached Zhao Sheng and the two of them, and while releasing the powerful aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining, he threatened in a sinister tone: "You two had better just stay at ease. Don't let me take action, otherwise you will be killed in the future." You will suffer the consequences!"

Zhao Sheng pulled Zhao Chongwei back to the mountain wall and asked with a wary look: "Who are you?"

Zhou Laoguai looked like he was sure of winning, and laughed proudly: "Haha, you ask who we are? I will be your future master!"

"Wait a minute, I have something to say!" Zhao Sheng suddenly shouted loudly.

He wanted to delay for a while, because the situation at this time was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

The three immortals of Wushan did not stand together. The dead lame man and the other two were at least five or six feet away from each other, but the range of the trapped dragon talisman was only three feet.

This is a bit difficult to do!

Zhou Laoguai chuckled and said, "You will have plenty of time to talk after I finish placing the restrictions on you."

As he spoke, he showed no intention of stopping.

Seeing the dead cripple approaching within two feet, Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth and shook his hands to shred the trapped dragon talisman.

The next moment, a golden halo of light suddenly shot out from Zhao Sheng's cuffs. It instantly expanded countless times and turned into a golden bowl-shaped light shield, clasping Zhou Laoguai in the middle like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen golden light chains suddenly "grew" out of the cover wall, and instantly penetrated inside, wrapping around Zhou Laoguai's head, neck, waist, arms, left foot, and snake head as if they were living creatures. Turn.

"Boss, be careful!

However, Zhang Xiong's warning came too late.

The activated second-level trapped dragon talisman is as fast as lightning!

By the time he shouted, Zhou Laoguai was already locked by the dragon talisman.