Ascension Through Generations

"Hey, it's Qixuan's ultimate poison! Did you force Sha Fury to use his ultimate move so quickly?"

Zeng Kui appeared next to Zhao Sheng, looking at the black poisonous gas filling the island, and said in surprise.

Without saying a word, Zhao Sheng spread his fingers with both hands and pushed gently in the direction of the island.

Boom boom!

Two huge fire dragons suddenly flew out from the palms of their hands, accompanied by streaks of blue Geng-gold sword light around them.

Except for Zhao Sheng, no one knew that there were two golden crow true fires hidden in the fire dragon's body.

Half a year ago, Zhao Qingming led the first group of tribesmen sent by the Xinglong Zhao family to travel hundreds of millions of miles to the Broken Star Sea, and finally arrived at Fushan Island.

As the sound fell, Zhao Sheng gently threw out a gray storage bag.

puff!

There was a soft sound, and a ball of air that was visible to the naked eye shot out and hit the stone wall of the cave, leaving a deep hole.

…

Zhao Qingming's heart felt a little warm, and he immediately bowed and saluted.

The reason why Zhao Sheng said this was because he had already said hello in advance. Of course, it could also be regarded as a transaction. After all, the favor of a promising Jindan master was sometimes priceless.

After Zhao Sheng succeeded with a punch, his body swayed and he appeared in front of the white-haired old man with a series of afterimages. He shouted in his mouth and struck out with his fists again.

In an instant, this man's face was full of despair.

"It seems that Xiong'er is living well in the Ksitigarbha Sect and is much better than Ying'er back then. Well, where are Ying'er and the others? Where are they now?"

In the corner of the back garden, the shadow gradually solidified, revealing Zhao Sheng in a plain robe.

"This Xuanling Puppet can temporarily resist a fake elixir, but it will not last more than half an hour. In addition, you must be careful when practicing this mysterious method of "Distracting Mind and Integrating Thoughts", and do not be greedy for success." Zhao Sheng's voice came slowly.

One day more than half a month later, two rays of light suddenly fell from the sky and landed on Star God Island.

Zhao Sheng's face was calm, with no trace of emotion visible.

Time flies, and Lanzhao Valley has returned to its previous peace, except that there is a new owner here, the Qionggui Zhao family.

At this time, the three people from the Qixuan Sect in the depths of the black energy jumped into the sea at the same time with a tacit understanding, trying to escape.

On this day, the door to the secret room in the underground spiritual orifice of Lanzhao Valley suddenly opened, and a man in a red robe slowly walked out.

Two steady-footed figures emerged from the corner, revealing a middle-aged man with a cold temperament and a stern face, and Zhao Qingyan, a simple-looking man.

But I still remember the Eight Meridians Competition back then.

After a while, Zhao Sheng ordered the Qi Refining clan members to retreat, leaving only five family foundation builders.

ah!

Half a day later, with a shrill howl, the white-haired old man's head was shattered, his body was burned by the Golden Crow True Fire, and the broken body was instantly burned into a ball of ash.

As he spoke, the real fire suddenly turned into a circle of fire, covering his whole body.

It took a full year and a half before Zhao Qingming arrived at Fushan Island with the first batch of relocated tribesmen.

There was a loud "boom"!

The white-haired old man's face turned pale, and his body flew out involuntarily. His internal organs were in severe pain, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

"Ancestor!"

"My ancestor has been in seclusion for three years. Hua Xiong just sent a letter last month, saying that everything is fine."

Winter turned to spring, and on the third day after the Star God Festival, Zhao Sheng boarded the Haoran Sect's Zhenhai Yunzhou and embarked on the long journey back to Central Continent.

After ten years of promotion to the Golden Elixir, with the help of hard training and a large amount of elixirs, he was finally promoted to the second level of the Golden Elixir.

At this time, Zhao Sheng had already flown into the sky. Seeing this, Zeng Kui quickly followed.

…

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly, and then ordered: "After I leave, you can announce to the public that I will practice in seclusion and not see outsiders. Before the second batch of help arrives, you must keep a low profile. Do you hear me?"

Of course, this was Zhao Sheng's plan for a rainy day. After he captured Lanzhao Valley two years ago, he used the Haoran Sect's channels to send a message back to Xinglongyuan.

"Huh, they left their children behind and wandered around the world. They were so happy that they almost forgot that they had a son!"

Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly. He had been away from home for many years, and now even his eldest grandson didn't recognize him.

Zhao Sheng glanced across the stone wall and murmured to himself. Then with a thought in his mind, a burst of flame suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. It seemed dim, but in fact it was extremely pure, as if it had condensed into reality, just like substance. Such aura.

Three days later, in a magnificent new hall in Lanzhao Valley, the three remaining foundation-building monks of the Qionggui Zhao family, Zhao Qingming, Zhao Defang, and dozens of middle and late Qi Refining clan members, all stood with their hands tied and solemn expressions.

"Also, I have prepared three secret treasures for you to suppress luck." Zhao Sheng said, turning over his hands and taking out three storage bags. He tossed them casually, and the storage talismans turned into three streams of light, falling into the air respectively. In the hands of Zhao Daoming, Zhao Daojing and Zhao Qingming.

At the same time, Zeng Kui's eyes flashed, and the blood knife suddenly turned into a huge bloody crescent moon, following the fire dragon and slashing straight towards the island.

He looked at the stunning beauty who was admiring the flowers in the pavilion, showing affection in his eyes.

"Ancestor, the foundation of Lanzhao Valley is not stable, why don't you stay for another two years?" Zhao Daoming, the head of the family, bowed and begged sincerely.

"As long as you're satisfied, go and have fun yourself!"

"I will obey my ancestor's decree!" the five foundation-building monks bowed and shouted in unison after hearing this.

This incident also caused quite a stir on Fushan Island. After all, there are only six second-order spiritual veins on the island. Every change in the second-order spiritual land will involve the interests of countless people and forces.

Holding the fire mask, Zhao Sheng slowly flew up to the island, searched for cracks in the ground, and penetrated into the secret place of Qixuan Sect.

After a moment, his figure emerged from the crack in the ground again.

At this time, a strong and heroic young man suddenly jumped from the outer wall into the garden with excitement on his face.

After saying that, Zhao Sheng turned his eyes to the stern middle-aged man and suddenly said: "Qingming, have the people who came with you adapted to the environment of Fushan Island?"

Facing the two golden elixirs, they were very self-aware and did not dare to resist at all. They could only escape with one word.

Zhao Daoming and Zhao Daojing also quickly bowed to express their thanks.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the two of them, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

"That's good. I'll be able to adapt to it in a few months." Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and suddenly said: "Things on Fushan Island are on the right track. I should also return to Xinglongyuan."

When Zhao Qingyan heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "Ancestor, think twice, we can't live without you here."

Zhao Sheng ignored his eldest grandson, but looked at Dong Miaozhen and said with a smile: "Madam, I haven't seen you for several years, and you have lost a lot of money!"

Zeng Kui caught the storage bag, penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face.

By the way, is there any news about the ancestor? "

Before Zhao Sheng could speak, Zhao Qingming said: "This is wrong. Compared with Lanzhao Valley, Xinglongyuan really needs the ancestor to return and take charge."

Zhao Sheng moved his hands and feet, and suddenly there were crackling sounds in his body. Then he raised his hand and flicked his fingers, without activating any magic power.

With the movement of his spiritual consciousness, the Golden Crow True Fire expanded countless times in an instant, turning into two huge vast suns, sweeping away the surrounding black air and burning it away.

"No need to worry about it. After a few days, I will show up on purpose, and then there will be no more trouble.

Before escaping, Shanu wanted to avenge the sneak attack.

Although he is a monk in the golden elixir realm, he is only a fake elixir real person, and his physical strength is average. In terms of true strength, Jindan Daoist is also the lowest among them. Naturally, he cannot withstand the tyrannical attack of Zhao Sheng, the body-refining Jindan Daoist.

Of course, if one could explore his body, one would find that the bones in his body were shiny like azure metal, the muscle fibers were as bronze as gold, and the blood essence and blood all over his body was as heavy as mercury, exuding a faint crystal color.

This result was naturally caused by his new breakthrough in the immortal golden body, and his physical strength increased significantly again.

Zhao Daojing stretched out her hand to catch the storage bag, and with a slight sweep of her consciousness, there were two talismans with majestic sword intent and dense light lying quietly in the storage bag.

"Thank you, ancestor, for the treasure!"

"Madam, please don't be angry! Ying'er and the others..."

However, there is a real golden elixir like Zhao Sheng in Lanzhao Valley, which is enough to deter any sneaky person.

The Xinglong Zhao family has a population of tens of millions, and there are hundreds of clan members above the Qing generation. There are too many grandfathers, which is really a troublesome thing.

This made the local forces on Fushan Island even more in awe of it, and they did not dare to provoke the foreign dragon of the Qionggui Zhao family.

At this time, even if Zhao Sheng stood still and allowed a foundation-building monk to stab him wildly with a flying sword using a high-grade spiritual weapon, there was no way he could break through his defense, let alone kill him.

The golden light rolled around his fists, and the wind of his fists tore through the vacuum. The blasts were like thunder and heavy as mountains.

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly when he heard this and said jokingly: "I didn't expect that you, who have always been old-fashioned and honest, could say such things. Shitou finally got the idea, I'm very happy!"

He opened the storage bag and took a look. When he saw the dazzling array of rare things inside, he was extremely excited and quickly thanked him happily: "Thank you, grandpa! My grandson is very satisfied with the gift."

Zhao Sheng shook his head and refused: "No, I have already informed Zhenren Jiao. If you encounter an irresistible danger in the future, you can ask Zhenren Jiao for help. Otherwise, you can also ask Ji Jiuxi for help. I have my kindness. , they will naturally not sit idly by."

While speaking, Dong Miaozhen flew over and landed next to Zhao Sheng, staring at her husband who had not returned for a long time with sparkling eyes.

Half a year passed by in a flash.

Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, clenched his hands into fists, and the rich fire light surged out from his body, and then turned into two fire dragons wrapped around his body, and suddenly kicked down the sea surface, causing a large wave. .

Compared with before the retreat, Zhao Sheng's aura was obviously more unfathomable than before, and the fragrance of elixirs on his robes was rich, and there was a bit of hotness on his body.

The white-haired old man couldn't react for a moment and fell into an absolute disadvantage.

boom!

When the fire dragon hit the extremely poisonous black energy, it immediately melted away quickly, making a hissing sound. The Qixuan Jueyou could actually melt even the true essence. It was indeed the trump card of the Qixuan Sect.

Zeng Kui retreated more than ten feet away, looked at Zhao Sheng in awe, and said solemnly:

"Zhenren Zhao, the Xuanxuan Fruit you want is under the island. I'm guarding the outside and won't go in. Please come in!"

She didn't want Zhao Sheng to leave, but she knew she couldn't keep him.

Zhao Xiuqi scratched the back of his head, looked up, and happened to see Zhao Sheng who was smiling and silent. He immediately shouted in surprise: "Who are you? How dare you sneak into the inner palace! Didn't anyone teach you the rules before you came in? ?”

Unexpectedly, before his feet even touched the ground, he was held up by an invisible force and slowly floated to the ground.

Suddenly, two rays of light rushed towards the end of the sky.

Zhao Sheng stayed on Star God Island for more than two months. During this period, he visited all the markets on the island. While selling off the accumulated elixirs, talismans and excess things, he also purchased various treasures and specialties unique to the Broken Star Sea. Such as nirvana, demon pill, heaven and earth spiritual objects, etc.

At this moment, a cold and stern voice came from the pavilion, with excitement in the voice.

Everyone in the hall secretly looked at the ancestor, with extremely surprised expressions on their faces, as if they did not want to believe that the ancestor would return to Central Continent.

Zhao Xiuqi is only ten years old this year, but he is already six feet tall. Not only is he energetic and powerful, but he also possesses the second level of Qi refining.

"The vast majority have adapted, but there are still hundreds of tribesmen who are still acclimated." Zhao Qingming replied very respectfully.

In addition, Ji Jiuxi, the "young master" who has recently become famous on Fushan Island, also has a close relationship with Zhenren Zhao.

After hearing this, Dong Miaozhen pretended to complain: "Husband, you still know how to come back! Now my grandson doesn't even recognize you."

After Zhao Sheng and his wife chatted about the family for a while, he turned to look at Zhao Xiuqi and said with a smile: "My dear grandson, why don't you show respect to grandpa when you see him? Thank you for your careful preparation of gifts."

"Qing Yan, you did not disappoint me, you really succeeded in building the foundation."

"Haha, Qing Yan, let me know. There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever."

Zhao Xiuqi on the side opened his mouth wide when he saw this situation.

Zhao Sheng laughed and strode outside the spiritual orifice.

The white-haired old man shouted loudly, and with a flash of black light in his hand, dozens of thin black awls less than an inch wide appeared in front of him.

"Haha! I'm back now!" Zhao Sheng laughed, hiding his embarrassment.

"Qi'er, don't be rude! He is your grandfather!"

"You came back just in time. Without you in charge of Xinglong City, I always feel uneasy. In the past two years, the situation in Central Continent has become increasingly tense, and the surrounding forces have become slightly restless."

"Grandpa? Which grandpa?" Zhao Xiuqi was a little confused. The man in front of him looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember his identity.

Half a year later, Xinglong City was decorated with lights and colorful, and the city was bustling with people. The millions of residents in the city were smiling and celebrating the birth of another foundation-building monk in the family.

…

Zhao Daojing looked very reluctant to give up. Only she could deeply feel how important it was for the family to have the support of a Jindan ancestor.

Three days later, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Daojing quietly left Fushan Island.

Zhao Qingming couldn't help but look ecstatic. The contents in the bag must be extremely precious.

"Grandpa, my grandson Zhao Xiuqi salutes you." After saying that, Zhao Xiuqi bowed to Zhao Sheng respectfully.

In the storage bag in Zhao Daoming's hand are more than a dozen inherited jade slips and a large stack of third-level treasure talismans, as well as a dazzling array of pill bottles.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Qingming, who was the number one in acting fifty years ago and was cold and arrogant back then, is now a monk at the third level of foundation building.

Above the main hall, Zhao Sheng sat alone on the jade chair in the center, looking at the people below.

"My dear grandson, I'll give you a gift. Let's see if you like it." Zhao Sheng smiled happily, waved his hand, and there was a storage bag in his hand, and then gently handed it to Zhao Xiuqi's hand.

"good."

On the same day, a golden escaping light came from the sky. As it approached Xinglong City, the golden light suddenly became hot and disappeared without a trace. Only a faint shadow could be seen quietly falling into the Jindan Patriarch of Duizi District in Xinglong City. In the mansion.

"The reason why Qingyan is where he is today is all because of his ancestor's earnest teachings." Zhao Qingyan bowed and said with an expression of great gratitude.

At this moment, his skin looked as white as jade, giving people a feeling of extreme toughness.

With a wave of his hand, the thin cone melted into the black mist, evolving invisible.

The family's only Golden Elixir ancestor, his own grandfather, is really back!

This made him extremely surprised for a moment, and his mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe in words.

Zhao Sheng looked calm. After recalling the Golden Crow True Fire, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Hall Master Zeng."

But at this time, Zeng Kui also joined in.

After Zhao Xiuqi jumped over the outer wall of the garden, Zhao Sheng gently took his wife's hand, his eyes burning with passion.

At this moment, Dong Miaozhen's eyes were like water, and his charm was infinite.