Ascension Through Generations

Chapter 571 Stepping out of the long street, weirdness follows you like a shadow

"Confused!"

"You are confused!"

"Why did you agree without permission? When you go back, I'll see how you explain it to your ancestors!"

Chen Mingxue rubbed his hands anxiously and kept talking to Zhao Sheng with a look of sorrow on his face.

"I have my own opinion on this matter. It's up to me to deal with Ancestor Feihong." Zhao Sheng glanced at him, and after finishing speaking, he walked towards the street stall.

Although Chen Mingxue had good intentions, he didn't know the inside story and had no idea how powerful Feng Fengzi was.

Back then, this person used only one move to kill a Void-Returning Half Immortal with a thousand cuts.

If Feng Fengzi had the intention, he could kill everyone in this street with just a thought, and he would make sure that your death would be confused and unclear.

"You, you, wait for me!"

Chen Mingxue looked at the retreating figure, his lips trembling with anger, he stamped his feet fiercely, and hurriedly chased after him.

Later, Zhao Sheng stopped in front of a stall. He pointed at a piece of blue crystal iron on the stall and asked: "How to trade this piece of deep space thunder iron?"

The stall owner said: "Seven grains of time and space sand or equivalent high-grade spiritual stones."

The stall owner is a powerful man. Even if he is sitting cross-legged on the ground, his upper body is a head taller than an ordinary person.

Zhao Sheng said calmly: "That's too high! I want three high-grade spiritual stones."

"Deal!" The stall owner agreed more easily than expected.

Zhao Sheng felt that he had made a profit, so he immediately took out three high-grade spiritual stones and placed them on the stall, and then took away the piece of deep space thunder iron.

In fact, the stall owner also thought that he had made a profit, because there were a lot of deep space cold iron in his world, and it was not worth three high-grade spiritual stones at all.

Maybe this is the charm of trading in the heavens!

Sometimes things that are worthless in your eyes are priceless in the eyes of others.

After the transaction was completed, Zhao Sheng did not leave, but chatted with the stall owner: "I'm Baimei, what do you want me to call you?"

"Sa Jia Sha Jiu Tong." The stall owner raised his head, revealing an unusually flat, pale face. His facial features were rough, as if he had drawn them with a crayon. It was ridiculous but also a bit weird.

Zhao Sheng looked at this strange face with a calm expression on his face and continued: "Fellow Taoist Sha, have you also received an invitation from Senior Feng Fengzi?"

Sha Jiutong chuckled: "Kid, you don't have to go around in circles. It doesn't matter if the Sa family tells you. Not just me, most of the people on this street have accepted Senior Feng's invitation."

Zhao Sheng was slightly shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect Feng Fengzi to play so big.

"How many people did Feng Fengzi invite?"

With this thought in his mind, Zhao Sheng asked the other party a few more questions.

Sha Jiutong was surprisingly easy to talk to and answered all his questions readily.

When Zhao Sheng stood up and left, the man expressed his intention: "The Sa family likes you. Why don't you and I go together when we go on the road?"

Zhao Sheng had a thought in his mind and said with a smile: "I don't know what I'm asking for, but I don't know if Daoist Brother Sha has ever invited anyone else besides me?"

"That's a good question! Apart from you and me, there are three other friends who have also agreed to accompany us."

Zhao Sheng nodded and said thoughtfully: "Five people, no more, no less, just form a team. Any more words will inevitably make people talk too much."

"Hehe! The Sa family thinks the same way."

"It's settled, fellow Taoist Sha, I'll meet you next time!" Zhao Sheng bowed his hands to the other party, then stood up and left.

In the next half hour, Zhao Sheng walked around most of the street and dozens of stalls, and asked the same question.

Although not everyone is as "candid" as Sha Jiutong, he still pieced together some of the facts after asking along the way.

Facts have proved that Sha Jiutong did not panic.

Feng Fengzi has been preaching here for at least a few years. Not only has he invited many people, but he has also promised generous rewards.

The recruitment order is only one of the rewards. In addition, various treasures such as magical treasures, Taoist talismans, magical powers, magical elixirs, wonders of heaven and earth, etc. are also promised.

All in all, this person's handiwork was far beyond Zhao Sheng's imagination.

Zhao Sheng stayed in Changjie for a long time, until the space-time repulsive force increased rapidly, and then he took Chen Mingxue "offline" again.

…

After a moment of whirlwind, the pale vortex dissipated instantly.

Open your eyes!

The huge dark tree hole came into view.

Zhao Sheng looked around and immediately saw Chen Mingxue beside him. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed and became indifferent and blank again.

The whole body became like a wooden man, rigidly stopped in place, and countless vein-like dark blue strips protruded under the exposed skin, twisting and wriggling like a living creature.

He raised his head and looked forward, just in time to see Ancestor Feihong, who was sitting on a futon, slowly opening his eyes and looking over with lightning-like eyes.

"Hey~, the Immortal Burial Ruins are really mysterious and unpredictable. I didn't expect that there is such a supernatural realm in the world. It's a pity that the method of parasitism doesn't work. Otherwise, I would personally... um!"

Ancestor Feihong was amazed, then looked regretful, and then said in deep thought: "Feng Fengzi... is unfathomable! He must be a powerful person in the upper world. Xi'er, you have done a good job, and you must not offend this person. !”

"Thank you for your understanding, Ancestor! My grandson saw with his own eyes that senior Feng Fengzi killed a Void Return Half Immortal in a single thought. So when he came forward to invite me, my grandson couldn't refuse, so I had to agree."

"Hiss! Is this serious?"

"Absolutely true!"

Ancestor Feihong suddenly became extremely solemn and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Zhao Sheng stood there, waiting quietly for his ancestor to ask questions. Chen Mingxue beside him was like a piece of wood, exuding an aura of indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.

After a long time, an old voice resounded in the cave: "Go! But remember not to be greedy or angry, and think more about your wife and children when something happens. In the end, you must come back alive."

"My grandson will follow the teachings of our ancestors!"

Later, Zhao Sheng left Feihong Cave.

When he returned to Qianlong Pavilion, he didn't tell anyone about it. He just enjoyed it when it was time to enjoy it and practiced when it was time to practice, just like a normal person.

Three months flew by.

A day later, after repeated sensing, he confirmed that 30% of the spiritual energy in the stone had escaped.

This also means it’s time for him to “go online”.

At dusk, Zhao Sheng walked into the training room as usual. But before entering, he had already greeted Chen Ying, Chen Fu and others, saying that he would stay in seclusion for some time.

The door closed with a bang, and then all the shielding barriers and defensive formations were opened.

After doing this, Zhao Sheng took out a ten-thousand-year thunderwood sword and carried it on his back, then spiraled the jade plate and the prepared sacrifices, and started to summon the space-time portal.

After a while, the pale vortex slowly disappeared, and the training room suddenly became empty.

…

Open your eyes!

The whole long street fell into his eyes instantly.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Zhao Sheng was shocked.

He traveled back and forth six or seven times, and the number of people he met this time alone exceeded the sum of all the people he had met before.

A rough count showed that there were at least seven to eight hundred people on the street.

Just when Zhao Sheng was surprised by Feng Fengzi's generosity, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Fellow Taoist Baimei."

Zhao Sheng turned around and saw Sha Jiutong, a giant man who was nearly twice as tall as an ordinary person, waving to him.

However, although Sha Jiutong is huge, he is not conspicuous here at all, because there are many people who are bigger than him and have more ferocious and weird looks.

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and walked over.

"Fellow Taoist Sha, who are these three fellow Taoists?" Zhao Sheng walked closer, looked at the three people next to Sha Jiutong, and asked with a gentle expression.

"Hehe! I'm about to introduce three companions to you." Sha Jiutong smiled, pointed at one of the black-faced old monks, and said, "This is the black monk."

After speaking, he pointed to another person and said, "This is Fellow Taoist Gong Sanchang."

Zhao Sheng looked over and found that Gong Sanchang was a plain-looking man, wearing silver-gray leather armor and holding a curved snake blade. His entire face was expressionless, his aura was restrained, and it was completely unclear how deep his cultivation level was.

"This is a professional painter."

Zhao Sheng glanced around and saw Eguan Bodai, a Sanhua artist with a boyish face and white hair. Under each of his two wide long sleeves, a strange white brush was tied with a gold rope. The tip of the pen was as sharp as a knife and flickered. The cold light.

After Sha Jiutong finished introducing them one by one, Zhao Sheng cupped his hands and said in a calm tone: "I, Baimei, have met three fellow Taoists!"

Seeing him being so "rude", the three of them behaved in different ways.

Gong Sanchang remained expressionless, the black-faced old monk raised his palms in return, while the Baohua San people snorted and were very dissatisfied.

"Brother Sha, where did you find this unknown guy? Isn't it just someone you just pulled over to make up for the money?"

Sha Jiutong pointed back at his eyes and said with a smile: "These tricks of the Sa family can penetrate the Nine Netherworlds, and I have never seen them before. Fellow Taoist Baimei's strength is by no means inferior to all of my colleagues."

"Really? I would like to ask for advice." said the master of painting with a sneer.

After he finished speaking, his face turned pale.

Just at this moment, a crisp sound suddenly came from the ground.

Along with it, there is also.

"Fellow Taoist, you lost your things!" Zhao Sheng pointed at the ground and reminded him kindly.

Sha Jiutong, Black Monk, and Gong Sanchang looked at each other in response, and their expressions changed slightly.

At this moment, a three-foot-long snow-white brush was lying at the feet of the painter.

Zhang Hua Sanren's expression was extremely ugly. He slowly bent down to pick up his weapon, and then became silent.

"When will he succeed?" Sha Jiutong and others looked at the half-length golden rope left under the big sleeves, and the same thought came to their minds.

Sha Jiutong and others do not know what "Martial Saint's Will" is at all, so naturally they cannot detect the magic of "Will".

The black monk suddenly loudly announced the Buddha's name and said seriously: "Infinite Immortal Buddha! White-browed Tanyue, your thoughts are so strong that this old monk has only seen in his life. If you can practice the path of my Buddha's annihilation, you will definitely be able to ascend in the rainbow within a hundred years. From now on, you will enjoy great freedom forever. Baimei Tanyue, are you willing to abandon the path and become a Buddha, and turn to the path of eternal annihilation?"

"Master, please forgive me! I have a wife and children, and a boundless path. I cannot become a monk and become a monk with nothing in common." Zhao Sheng politely rejected the other party's kindness.

"I, Nirvana Buddhism, never keep the precepts, and I can't refrain from eating meat and fish, and I can't refrain from marrying and having children. White-browed Tan Yue doesn't need to worry." The black monk said this with a calm expression.

"Sorry! I have no interest in the Dharma of Nirvana. Old monk, there is no need to persuade me anymore."

"Tan Yue should take the exam again—"

The black monk still didn't give up, and wanted to continue persuading him, but midway through his words, his voice was completely suppressed by a neutral and peaceful voice.

The sound came from the street entrance, and the sound was like a roaring bell.

"The auspicious time has arrived! Fellow Taoists, please follow the three Pindao men and set off immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng suddenly saw three old Taoists headed by Feng Fengzi waving their sleeves. Hundreds of apricot-yellow talismans instantly flew out from the bottom of their sleeves, slowly flying into the air, and then one after another. Zhang spread out and slowly flew towards everyone.

The apricot-yellow talismans flew not fast in the air. They seemed to be grasped by invisible hands and fell into everyone's arms with incomparable precision.

The whole long street was silent, everyone was shocked by this scene.

In the Immortal Burial Ruins where "the extraordinary has returned to silence", the actions of Feng Fengzi and the others were nothing short of magical.

Only a very few people, such as Zhao Sheng, a martial arts saint who deeply understands the wonders of "will", know that the techniques used by Feng Fengzi and the others are definitely some high-end applications of "will".

"This is a talisman for righteousness. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits, calming the mind, and eliminating distracting thoughts. You can stick this talisman on your chest, and be sure not to take it off."

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to pick off the flying talisman, and followed Feng Fengzi's instructions to pat it with his hand. The Zhengxin Talisman immediately stuck firmly to the center of his chest, preventing it from falling!

At the same time, Sha Jiutong and others also put talismans on their chests.

Not long after, following Feng Fengzi's order, a large army of hundreds of people slowly set off and stepped out of this long street.

Zhao Sheng and Sha Jiutong were in the middle of the long street, so they blended in among the group and were not conspicuous at all.

As soon as he walked out of the street, Zhao Sheng felt his body sink. He immediately noticed that the gravity outside was about three times heavier than in the street.

But to him, this gravity is nothing, and Sha Jiutong and others can easily bear this gravity.

Not only the five people were like this, but hundreds of other people were equally relaxed.

Feng Fengzi and the other three took the lead, and hundreds of people lined up in a long, loose line, walking along the avenue more than ten feet wide toward the Gray Mountain hundreds of miles away.

The ruins on both sides of the avenue are rolling, and there is no end as far as the eye can see.

After walking seven or eight miles, Zhao Sheng found that all the building ruins within thirty feet on both sides of the road had been evacuated. Not even a single piece of earth, stone or brick was left. They were as clean as a dog licking them.

Da da da~

On the way forward, the surroundings were extremely silent and the atmosphere seemed very dull.

Apart from the sound of dense footsteps, the only sound left in my ears was the sound of feet hitting the ground.

Maybe it’s because there are so many people!

After walking for dozens of miles, the entire team was safe and did not encounter any danger.

At a certain moment, Zhao Sheng realized something and suddenly turned his head and looked back at the way he came. Looking past the dense crowd of people, he happened to see the long street in the distance blocked by continuous ruins, slowly disappearing from his field of vision.

After a few breaths, he looked back, feeling that his heart was getting more and more depressed, his soul seemed to be cast in a shadow, and the light of will on his body dimmed a little.

silence!

Still silent!

During the march, no one in the team of hundreds of people spoke, and they all kept moving forward in silence.

Upon noticing this, Zhao Sheng was secretly surprised, and he felt more and more that Yukong Xiantian was magical, but it was also weird and dangerous.