Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Now is the time to make a decision."

Zhang Xuan knew that time was running out and there was no time for him to bother.

He handed a list to Zhang Sanqian.

"Uncle Sanqian, gather these 100 people immediately and go to the inner ring immediately to board the family flying ship."

"Patriarch, this..." Zhang Sanqian was full of doubts.

"Don't ask, do it now."

Zhang Sanqian looked at the list, then looked at Zhang Xuan, nodded and said, "Yes."

At this time, the elders and strong branches of each clan were also sending the fire to the inner ring.

It was just a cup of tea time, and all the fire of the Zhang family had been concentrated on the inner ring airship.

Zhang Xuan looked and saw that there were more than 2,000 fires of the Zhang family concentrated on the airship.

"Tenth clan elder, time is running out, let's go." The ninth clan elder Zhang Xingshan said solemnly.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Just now, Zhang Xingshan chose to let his son stay to guard the Fairy Cat Valley.

It was just because his son was a five-element mixed spiritual root, in the early stage of Qi Refining, and was not qualified to become the fire of the Zhang family.

"Let's go!" Zhang Xuan roared.

The flying ship weighed anchor.

It flew quickly toward the outside of Fairy Cat Valley.

Zhang Yuhuai looked at the flying ship going away and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, it's good to go. With the ten clan elders here and these fire seeds here, even if my Zhangjiaji is exterminated, there will be a day of resurgence."

Zhang Yuhuai was very satisfied.

He felt that this was the best arrangement.

He originally thought that the danger of extinction came from the invasion of powerful external enemies.

Unexpectedly, it was these hateful locusts.

He still held a storage ring in his hand.

This was the cross-domain treasure boat that the ten clan elders left for him before leaving.

At this time, the ground began to shake.

Like a rushing river, like thunder.

In the distant sky, a large group of locusts came.

Although he had been prepared, Zhang Yuhuai still felt a sense of panic when he saw the dense black locusts flying over.

There were too many.

Like a pool of black sea water that broke its dam, it rolled over here in a mighty manner.

In front of this group of locusts, Fairy Cat Valley is like a bubble in the tide, so inconspicuous.

"Outside Fairy Cat Valley, second-level formation, start!" Zhang Yuhuai roared.

The second-level formation was directly activated.

A large number of spiritual stones were burning and consuming.

The locust tide was dozens of feet high and crushed towards Fairy Cat Valley.

Fan Zhiyi was right, each locust was indeed only the size of a thumb.

But these locusts united together to form a force that destroyed the world.

It's getting closer, the locust tide is getting closer.

The old grandfather looked at the black locust tide and spat.

"Bug cub, I fuck your ancestors!" The old grandfather shouted hysterically.

He hated it!

The people of Temple Street finally had a bumper harvest of spiritual medicine, and this locust tide came.

The old grandfather was on the list of one hundred people that Zhang Xuan gave to Zhang Sanqian.

The old grandfather could have left by flying ship.

However, he had been dealing with the earth all his life, and he didn't want to leave here.

"I have already left Temple Street. If I leave Fairy Cat Valley again, I will be completely homeless." said the old grandfather.

No matter how Zhang Sanqian and his men persuaded him, the old grandfather refused to leave.

Time was tight, so they had to replace other people from Temple Street.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Wherever the locust tide passed, towering trees fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, the towering trees were gnawed and riddled with holes.

After a few more breaths, the towering trees disappeared and became food in the stomachs of locusts.

Here they come.

There are plateaus of thousands of feet on both sides of Fairy Cat Valley.

Locusts cannot fly high, so this place has become a must-pass place for the locust army to advance.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Locusts hit the second-level defense formation outside the Fairy Cat Valley like moths to a flame, and instantly broke into meat patties.

The second-level formation was bright and dark, and the consumption of spirit stones was more intense.

And inside the second-level formation, stood the spirit farmers from Zhangjiajiwaiji.

Looking at these densely packed locusts, they each held a spiritual hoe in their hands, with only gnashing hatred on their faces, without the slightest fear.

Most of them were only in the early stage of Qi Refining, and had been dealing with spiritual fields for a lifetime.

They didn't even have a magic weapon, only this spiritual hoe in their hands.

At this time, the locust corpses piled up in the second-level defense formation were several feet deep.

And the second-level defense formation, under the attack of a large number of locusts, gradually became broken.

It seemed that the second-level formation was about to be broken.

"Whoever occupies my land, I will fight him to the death!"

At this time, a spiritual farmer roared and rushed out with a spiritual hoe.

The second-level defense formation only defends the outside, and there is no restriction on the people inside.

When this spiritual farmer rushed out of the second-level defense formation.

He waved the hoe and smashed at several locusts.

At the moment when his hoe fell.

The flesh on his legs was gnawed clean.

The flesh on his arms was gnawed clean.

Only one skeleton, under the control of inertia, held a spiritual hoe and smashed at several locusts.

"Pah——"

A locust was smashed to death.

The skeleton of this spiritual farmer was submerged by locusts. In less than a breath, there was not even a bone residue left.

It was as if this spiritual farmer had never been here.

And all this was seen by the surrounding spiritual farmers.

Instead of being afraid, more spiritual farmers chose to rush out of the second-level defense formation and smashed at these locusts with spiritual hoes.

"I am Zhang Yijun from Waiji South Street..."

"I am Zhang Zhi from Waiji Barkhor Street..."

"I am Zhang Bing from Waiji Shilan Street..."

The spirit farmers of Zhangjiaji Waiji Thirteenth Street shouted their names one by one and rushed out of the second-level defense formation.

"I am Zhang Dashan from Miaojie..." The old grandfather shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yes, his name is Zhang Dashan.

Everyone in Miaojie called him the old grandfather, and even he himself almost forgot that his name was Zhang Dashan.

The old grandfather was about to rush out, but he was stopped by one hand.

"Old grandfather, our younger generation is still here, it's not your turn to fight!"

The old grandfather was startled.

This voice is so familiar.

He looked back.

The person who came was none other than Zhang Xuan, who he had watched grow up.

When the old grandfather saw Zhang Xuan, his face was happy, and then he was angry: "You...you left, why did you come back?"

"I don't know..."

At that time, Zhang Xuan had clearly boarded the escaping flying ship.

Just when the flying ship was escaping from Xianmao Valley.

He suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

He handed over the command of the flying ship to Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Nine Clans.

And he himself came out directly from the flying ship.

Along with him came dozens of members of the dung-collecting team.

Among them was Zhang Dawu, the peerless genius of the formation!

Facing the crumbling broken formation.

Zhang Dawu immediately repaired the broken formation pattern of the second-level formation and stabilized the formation base of the second-level formation.

"Flowers grow on the other side!"

Zhang Xuan roared and unsheathed the six-bladed sword.

He has been nurturing the sword valley for a long time, and the flowers on the other side have been promoted to a higher level.

More importantly, he has become a foundation-building cultivator, and the vast amount of spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi can withstand his squandering.

A huge sword energy slashed through the second-level formation.