Ascension Through Generations

After a familiar spin, when Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, he saw a paradise-like fairyland in front of him, with green mountains, green waters, and floating fairy clouds.

Directly ahead, towering mountain peaks tower into the clouds, looking at each other from end to end, stretching to the end of the field of vision.

Each mountain peak has thousands of rays of rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, shining for thousands of miles. Countless spiritual clouds linger in the mountains and forests. Cranes and spiritual birds fly past in the clouds, emitting bursts of clear calls that echo between heaven and earth.

At this moment, he was on the top of a mountain, looking at the mountains in the distance. From time to time, he could see various streams of light passing through the sky and falling to the tops of the peaks, like meteors passing through the sky, which was extremely magnificent.

Further away, thousands of mountains compete with each other, there are many mountains, clouds and mist are lingering, and the fairy atmosphere is full of them, just like the atmosphere of a cave heaven and a blessed land.

Compared with those towering spiritual peaks in the distance, the one under him was only more than three thousand feet tall. It had dim light and thin spiritual energy, so it was obviously much inferior.

Hokkaido Temple has been established for only 8,000 years, and the spirit peaks of luck that have emerged are far less majestic and magnificent than those of other established Taoist temples.

Zhao Sheng stared at it for a while, then came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to straighten his robe and crown, and then rode up the auspicious clouds and flew towards the basin surrounded by mountains.

This basin is covered by a sea of ​​white clouds, and a lifelike and detailed three-dimensional light mirror appears above the sea of ​​clouds. The light mirror covers an area of ​​nearly a hundred miles, covering a geographical picture of mountains and rivers with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, including mountains, rivers, deserts, Oceans, plains, swamps, battlefield ruins and other terrains look spectacular.

When Zhao Sheng flew over the light curtain, nearly a hundred Masters of the Divine Transformation Academy had gathered here. They were either in twos, threes, or in groups. They were all overlooking the light curtain below, pointing or talking loudly.

After scanning his surroundings, he immediately flew to the southwest, where there were gathered thirteen or fourteen masters of the Huashen Academy wearing pure white robes, which represented the mediation lineage.

Another example is that those who wear Yin-Yang Tai Chi robes are all from the Yin-Yang lineage, the Wanxiang star robes are from the Weixiang lineage, the Tiangui sect members all wear black robes, and the other lineages also wear robes that represent their respective identities.

However, the Suigu lineage never participated in the Hundred Academy Competition, so no one wore a crown of thorns.

"Haha, isn't this Junior Brother Zhao Xi? You're so late!"

"Junior Brother Zhao, come here quickly. I would like to introduce you to our comrades."

"Hey, who is this person? Why is he so popular?"

As soon as Zhao Sheng appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Some of the hospital masters who knew his identity quickly greeted him loudly to express their closeness. People who don't know him quickly ask others and carefully inquire about his origins.

Zhao Sheng flew up to the crowd, waved his hands to everyone, and very skillfully returned greetings to the acquaintance of the courtyard master, and soon became familiar with everyone.

Although Hokkaido Academy always lingers at the bottom of the mediation lineage, because Zhao Sheng is a direct disciple of the Great Power of Fusion, the masters of the Transformation Academy never dare to underestimate him, and they even try to flatter him.

His status among the people is as high as that of the master of Shuofeng Taoist Temple. You must know that Shuofeng Taoist Temple is one of the most powerful and oldest Taoist temples, and every generation of the president is also The great power is passed down personally.

As time went by, more than 200 Taoist masters all arrived in the Immortal Light Realm of Ten Thousand Miles, and were faintly divided into eight camps. Among them, the Siyu and Liangtian lineages had the smallest number, while the number of masters from the Yin and Yang line reached 30%. There are so many, which shows that the Qi of this vein is at its peak.

At this time, three old Taoists with immortal demeanor slowly floated up from the sky. The Taoist in the center had a long beard hanging down his waist, a face like a virgin, and was wearing a Yin-Yang Tai Chi robe. He had an aloof demeanor and almost wanted to become an immortal.

When Zhao Sheng saw this person, he was immediately shocked. He never expected that the person hosting this competition would be Taoist Songpan, the supreme elder of the Yin and Yang lineage. His cultivation had reached the peak of the combined realm. Once he had the inspiration, he could Breakthrough to the highest level.

Taoist Songpan stood in the sky, his voice was like the voice of heaven, and said loudly: "Infinite Heavenly Lord! Since our sect established the Taoist tradition, Taoist competitions have been held once every hundred years, and have been held for thirty-seven thousand two hundred and seventy-seven times to this day. All the true immortal ancestors of our sect are watching from the sky. They always hope that more supreme immortal talents like Zhennan Patriarch will be born in the competition. It is a pity that immortal talents are rare, and those like Zhennan Such a supreme and wonderful thing as the Patriarch has never been seen before.

I hope—"

Ahem!

A cough suddenly interrupted Taoist Songpan's words, causing a flash of displeasure in Taoist Songpan's eyes. He couldn't help but look sideways at the white-robed old Taoist on his left, and asked lightly: "Senior Brother Zeng, do you have anything to say? "

The old Taoist in white robe smiled and waved his hand: "Junior brother, continue. I just felt a cold, it's okay."

Zhao Sheng stood at the forefront of the main group of Benmaiyuan, looking at the white-robed old man in the sky, secretly just wanting to laugh.

This old Taoist, however, comes from the lineage of Mediation and is a great master of the Fusion Realm. All living beings respectfully call him the "Chunsheng Ancestor". He is always joking and does not stick to trivial matters.

The reason for interrupting just now was definitely intentional. After all, the other party boasted too much about the Patriarch of Suppression.

Patriarch Zhennan comes from the sect of Yin and Yang, and is the latest Immortal Immortal of our sect to ascend to immortality.

Taoist Songpan was unhappy, but he didn't want to question the other party in public. However, after this encounter, he had no interest in talking, and immediately announced the start of the competition, and then immediately disappeared without a trace.

This move will undoubtedly make you walk away!

The more than 200 masters of Huashen Academy, all with their minds as bright as mirrors, pretended they saw nothing, took out the jade plaques of the masters, and lowered their heads to search for the whereabouts of the disciples of the academy.

Zhao Sheng is naturally no exception.

As the jade tablet shone slightly, he saw that somewhere in the Wanli Immortal Light Realm suddenly lit up. His vision instantly magnified countless times, and before his eyes appeared an endless, muddy, dead swamp with clouds of miasma.

…

Over the nameless swamp, a fiery red figure appeared out of thin air.

The next second, a thick stench flooded into my nose. Zhang Fengxian suddenly frowned slightly, waved his sleeves and released a layer of red light, covering his whole body.

Being in this fetid swamp, the woman suddenly felt her whole body sink, and a very heavy pressure came from all around. The gravity of this area was actually a thousand times higher than the outside world.

If a Jindan Daoist falls here, the movement of his true energy within his body will be greatly restricted. Not to mention that the physical body is a little overwhelmed.

Zhang Fengxian has cultivated to the perfection of the Golden Elixir. Although the environment here is very harsh, it has little impact on her.

After a moment of adaptation, the physical body spontaneously adapted to the environment here.

Each Baiyuan Competition lasts for three years, so she is not in a hurry to search for the Luck Spirit Orbs, nor is she in a hurry to find her companions.

She sacrificed her natal magic weapon Thousand Feathers and Hundred Feathers Sword, hung it above her head, and then looked at the horizon. Mountains appeared faintly at the end of the swamp. The mountains were not high, but they were winding and stretching. At a glance, the surroundings were very desolate, with gray-black swamp water. The water surged, forming patches of yellow swamps of different shapes and sizes, with huge bubbles popping up from time to time in the swamp.

"Gugu, gugu..."

At this moment, Zhang Fengxian suddenly heard a strange low sound in her ears. Her mind was disturbed, and she quickly turned her head to look behind her, her expression changing slightly in an instant.

In a mud swamp only a few hundred feet away from him, he saw the head of a toad the size of a house slowly emerging, with two large dark yellow eyeballs staring at her coldly, and dense raised bumps on the skin on his head. , making people feel a chill in their body just looking at it.

Zhang Fengxian felt a wave of nausea, and her thoughts suddenly changed. She saw a large red cloud bursting above her head, and a strange flying sword that was crystal clear and translucent like a phoenix feather. At the same time, it separated from the main sword and shot out like a series of flaming meteors. , shooting violently at the huge dark yellow toad.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Wherever the flying sword passed, streaks of true flames ignited in the void. Due to the influence of the abnormal gravity in this area, the sword's speed was much slower than before, but the awe-inspiring killing intent contained in it was even worse.

Seeing the flying sword approaching, he was about to cut it down, but the yellow toad suddenly jumped into the mire and disappeared.

Zhang Fengxian quickly released her spiritual consciousness and covered a ten-mile radius to search for the whereabouts of the strange toad. However, she found that its aura had blended into the swamp environment, making it impossible to detect its whereabouts.

"It's a bit tricky that this demon actually has such magical powers." Zhang Fengxian frowned even more tightly and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that the swamp beneath her was suddenly undulating violently. The heads of densely packed toads, large and small, quickly surfaced from the water. Countless pairs of big dark yellow eyes stared at her. The scene was nerve-wracking.

And on the back of a strange toad that was as big as a mountain, there was a shining light yellow spirit bead the size of a fist suspended.

This bead is the transformation of the luck of these demon toads, and it is also the most important luck bead in Dabi.

The number of Luck Spirit Orbs and the total amount of Luck directly determine the ranking of each participating disciple.

Seeing the spirit bead appear, Zhang Fengxian immediately changed his mind, stretched out his hand to pinch the sword technique, and shouted indifferently: "The first move of the Burning Heaven Ten Thousand Sword Technique, Sword Destruction Wusheng! Sword rises, slash, slash, slash!"

As soon as the word "Zhan" came out, the Thousand Feathers and Hundred Feathers Sword suddenly split into a series of transparent feather swords, tens of thousands of them, densely scattered throughout the sky.

In an instant, flying swords filled the sky like a torrential downpour, or like countless meteors and fire meteors, smashing into the swamp below one after another. In the blink of an eye, countless huge fire waves exploded, and countless flames shot up from the pit, forming a A sea of ​​​​fire spread hundreds of miles.

…

Niu Qishan staggered, and then found himself on a vast grassland.

Green wild grass spreads around, like a vast green carpet. The breeze blows gently from a distance, and the green grass on the ground sways low, bringing a fresh and incomparable smell.

Looking up, the clear blue sky and white clouds are floating leisurely, and the surrounding scenery looks non-murderous and extremely beautiful.

What he didn't expect was that the aura in the air here was quite rich, no less than outside.

"Something's wrong! Legend has it that the environment in the equatorial region is extremely harsh and the spiritual energy is extremely thin. How could there be such a beautiful spiritual land?"

As he spoke, Niu Cuishan took off the long dark gold stick from his back, held the end of the stick tightly with both hands, and looked around with a serious expression. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness came out of his body, covering a radius of twenty miles in an instant, exploring the surrounding areas. Condition.

However, the vast grassland within the coverage area of ​​​​the spiritual consciousness is not even a bug, and there is nothing unusual about it.

"It seems safe for now." He murmured in a low voice, then randomly chose a direction and flew towards the horizon.

This strange grassland covers a vast area, and with the speed of light escaping as cattle drive up the mountain, they will not be able to escape from this place for a while.

Along the way, he still didn't see any monster. Not only that, the sound of the wind quickly disappeared.

However, he soon discovered that the real energy in his body was consumed extremely quickly, at least ten times faster than outside.

Seeing this situation, Niu Qishan decisively fell to the ground, took out a top-grade True Yuan Pill and drank it quickly, while exercising his power and adjusting his breath to restore his power as soon as possible.

At the same time, through the fairy light mirror, Zhao Sheng found the whereabouts of Zhang Fengxian, Niu Fenshan, Chen Yipei and others one by one, and also secretly watched everyone's performance.

The disciple is as "tough" as ever, so there is no need to worry.

Chen Yipei, Chen Jinghui and others were scattered in different areas. They were fine for the time being and did not meet other Taoist disciples.

The most disturbing thing is undoubtedly Niu Qishan. The green grassland he is in is one of the most special real illusions in this trial ground.

Once the truth and falsehood here are revealed, Zhao Sheng dares to say that the journey of cattle driving mountains is over.

Of course, if he could successfully kill the phantom mirage, his gains would be ten times higher than others.

…

A few months passed by

Among the rolling mountains, a white-faced middle-aged man wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe was slowly walking forward along the mountain canyons.

Soon after, he looked towards the mountain peak on the left.

At this moment, a black ray of light emerged from behind the mountain. As soon as it saw him, it immediately approached at a high speed.

The rules of the Hundred Academy Competition are not limited to life and death. Although disciples in the same academy are not allowed to kill each other, other Taoist academies do not have such restrictions.

After all, everyone is in a competitive relationship. For the honor of the Taoist academy, for their own Taoist disciples, and for the extremely generous rewards of the competition, it is normal for the two sides to immediately fight to the death when they meet.

The white-faced middle-aged man smiled ferociously, and immediately raised a black and white tower and smashed it towards the opposite side.

At this moment, the black light suddenly split into more than a hundred black figures and flew toward him. Some of the figures jumped onto the tower, and immediately turned into pitch black and spread quickly.

The black figure escaped as fast as lightning, trapping the white-faced middle-aged man in the middle in the blink of an eye. Countless jet-black threads shot out from all directions, and the white-faced middle-aged man was overwhelmed by just one encounter.

A moment later, after a shrill scream, numerous black shadows gathered in the middle, and slowly emerged a young man with a face as big as a jujube and a majestic figure.

If the disciples of the Zhenhuai Taoist Academy were here, they would not dare to believe that the senior brother who mainly practices physical training could actually use such weird magical powers.

Of course, everyone hides their trump card, but this person’s hidden trump card shouldn’t be too powerful.

Unexpectedly, the "stalwart young man" in front of him really mastered a special magical power. As long as he has this magical power to protect himself, he is only at the first level of the Golden Core. His strength is much more powerful than that of the same level.

The man licked his lips and thought secretly: "This is the third one! I don't know where the lost statue's head is hidden nearby? Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I'll play with these brats first and have a taste. Let’s talk about the taste.”