"Hey, it's Qixuan's ultimate poison! How quickly did you force Sha Nu to use his ultimate move?"

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

Zhao Sheng didn't say a word, 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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Before escaping, Shanu wanted to avenge the sneak attack.

boom!

The fire dragon collided with the extremely poisonous black energy and 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.

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 huge waves.

.

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

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.

Although he is a Jindan monk, he is only a fake elixir master, and his physical strength is average. In terms of real strength, he is also the lowest among the golden elixir masters. Naturally, he cannot take on the body-refining golden elixir master Zhao.

A powerful blow from Sheng.

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.

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.

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

But at this moment, Zeng Kui also joined in.

Suddenly, this man's face was full of despair.

…

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.

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 underground on the island. I am guarding the outside and cannot go in. Please come in!"

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

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

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.

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

"Let's go!"

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

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

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

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

...

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

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.

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

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

This made the local forces of Fushan Island even more in awe of Fushan Island, and they did not dare to provoke the foreign dragon of Zhao Family, the Dome Turtle.

Half a year has passed by in a flash.

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.

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.

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

Of course, if one could explore his body, one would find that the bones in his body were shiny like a blue 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.

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.

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, but no magic power was activated.

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.

"good."

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. It seemed that it had condensed into reality, just like substance.

Such aura.

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.

"Ancestor!"

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.

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

"Qing Yan, you didn't disappoint me. You really succeeded in building the foundation."

"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.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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, can say such things. Shitou finally got the idea, I'm very happy!"

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?"

But I still remember the Eight Meridians Competition back then.

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.

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.

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

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

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

"That's good, I'll be able to get used to it in a few more 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."

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."

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

Zhao Sheng laughed and strode outside the spiritual orifice.

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 clansmen, all stood with their hands tied and solemn expressions.

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

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.

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

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.

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

"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.

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."
To be continued...