"Your Majesty, Huang Zu's envoy has arrived at the temple with an invitation in hand."
In the Black King's Cave, a middle-aged man in yellow robe with a face as sharp as a knife and a gloomy temperament quietly walked to the nine-story Dharma platform, bowed and transmitted the message to the high platform.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on top of the head of the wild rhinoceros in Hanshan Mountain and slowly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was like lightning, piercing the void in front of him and lingering for a long time.
"Oh, did you send out the invitation so early?"
Zhao Sheng stretched his body, flew down from the high platform lightly, landed in front of Dao Zhan, and said in a deep voice: "Huang Zu is the only true king of god transformation in the mainland, so he needs to be given some respect. Let's go, I will see that man in person.
An envoy."
"The Lord is wise!"
The middle-aged man in yellow robe is the current acting master of sword fighting. His ancestors are from the Dao Yanfeng lineage, so it stands to reason that he also has the blood of Zhao Sheng.
This was also the most important factor why Zhao Sheng deliberately promoted him to serve as acting leader.
After a while, Zhao Sheng flew into the Guisi Hall on the back mountain, sat on the throne in the center, and quietly closed his eyes to meditate.
Not long after, Dao Zhan led a tall, slender figure to walk in from outside the hall.
The visitor's facial features are exquisite and pure, her skin is pink and tender, her eyes are as clear as emeralds, and her head of emerald green hair is clear, indicating her identity as a member of the Shumei clan.
The green-eyed woman bowed down and said softly: "Bi Ling'er, please see Master Tianqiong!"
Zhao Sheng opened his eyes, waved his sleeves, and said calmly: "No courtesy!"
"Sir, Huang Zu's birthday is coming soon. I have been ordered by my ancestor to send you an invitation to invite you to Huang Ling Peak to attend the grand ceremony." After saying this, the green-eyed woman took out a fist-sized ball from her arms.
The glowing jade white spirit bead.
The inside of the spirit bead is hazy, with traces of catkin-like "light" floating in the haze.
When Zhao Sheng saw this thing, he was immediately surprised and said to himself: "What a big hand! He was willing to use Tianwai Xuanying to write the post."
As his thoughts flashed, he unconsciously stretched out his hand to take the spirit bead and played with it in his hand. At the same time, his tone became gentle: "Since it is Huang Zu's birthday, I will go there in person. You go back and say to Qingkong
When my friend returned to life, he sent me a message. He said that I am very much looking forward to meeting him in a year's time."
"Your Majesty, my slave will definitely bring you." The green-eyed woman responded humbly and politely.
"Sword fight, I will give you a small gift later, and then escort the envoy out of the mountain. Okay, just wait and see!"
"Follow your orders! I will resign."
Dao Zhan bowed to accept the order, and then led the green-eyed woman out of Guisi Palace.
After the two people left, Zhao Sheng played with the spirit beads in his hand and slowly fell into deep thought.
Ancestor Qingkong is the Nascent Soul of the Shumei Clan. He served Huang Zu two thousand years ago and is now one of the few great masters of the late Nascent Soul in the Nine Demons Continent.
What is particularly worth mentioning is that Patriarch Qingkong is a rare exception among the Nascent Soul Priests. Perhaps because of his special bloodline, he has never practiced the "Blood Soul Sutra".
The reason why Zhao Sheng wanted to meet Ancestor Qingkong was naturally to see if he could win over a "comrade-in-arms".
Ancestor Qingkong has cultivated to the ninth level of Nascent Soul and is facing the ultimate obstacle to becoming a god.
Facing the threat of the Blood God's Heavenly Dao, Zhao Sheng did not believe that Patriarch Qingkong was not anxious.
Although Huang Zu is the True Lord of Divine Transformation, his situation is special and cannot be summarized by ordinary situations, and his advanced experience cannot be used as a reference.
Just because Huang Zu came from the Shanling clan.
Mountain spirits, as special creatures born and raised by the earth, have no specific form and cannot freely reproduce the next generation.
The Mountain Spirit clan is extremely rare, and the entire clan can only number a few hundred in total. However, there are more than ten fingers of Mountain Spirits in the clan who have the combat power of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Moreover, even if the mountain spirit is not born, it will rival the foundation-building monks as soon as it is born. After that, it will sleep casually for eighteen hundred years, and its magical power will gradually increase, and its average combat power will even exceed that of ordinary golden elixirs.
It can be said that the Shanling clan is the race that cannot be provoked in the Night World.
Of course, mountain spirits like to be quiet by nature and don't like movement. They spend most of their time sleeping in their own territory and rarely go out to make trouble.
Therefore, Shanling is also a "peaceful" race.
Since ancient times, tree charms have been very attached to mountain spirits. The status of the tree charm clan today is mostly due to the blessing of mountain spirits.
In his previous life, Zhao Sheng had walked with the old monster Qingmu of the Shumei clan for decades, and he thought he was familiar with the temperament of the Shumei clan.
Therefore, he was barely certain about winning over the Qingkong Patriarch.
"Alas, we still have a long way to go!" After sighing, the figure in Guisi Hall had disappeared.
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August, daytime season, underground fire cave
boom!
A roar came out, and a misty gray light instantly enveloped a three-foot radius, and then disappeared in an instant.
There is once again a shallow scar on the surface of Maori Jinjing.
Not far from the opposite side, Zhao Sheng's eyes were calm, and he pointed the sword finger of his right hand, and wisps of the most refined and pure innate golden essence turned into strands of "air flow" and adhered to the surface of the Maori golden essence.
In the blink of an eye, these innate golden essences fused with spiritual thoughts were easily absorbed by the Maori golden essence.
Looking at the golden sphere that had returned to its "perfect" state, Zhao Sheng showed a confident smile.
So what if you are born with spirituality? How can you defeat human beings who dominate with their wisdom?
In order to make up for the loss, Maori Jinjing instinctively absorbed the innate essence, and also unknowingly absorbed Zhao Sheng's spiritual thoughts.
boom!
The chaotic gray light flashed away again, and the body of Maori Jinjing was once again wiped out of its essence.
Wisps of innate golden essence flowed past and were smoothly integrated into the Maori golden essence.
This process of destruction and repair has been repeated thousands of times.
At this time, Zhao Shengneng could faintly sense that the alert fluctuations of Maori's spirituality were much less than at the beginning, and seemed to have become friendly, and even occasionally there was a trace of "Mu Ru"-like fluctuations.
As the saying goes, whoever has breasts is a mother!
To put it this way, Zhao Sheng is really good at breastfeeding!
Now, his ambition has been completely stirred up by the Maori Gold Spirit.
How can a mere top-quality magic weapon satisfy the ever-expanding desires? Lingbao is Zhao Sheng's ultimate vision.
Although it takes a very long time to refine a spiritual treasure, and even the failure of refining is far greater than the success of refining, Zhao Sheng can also bear the failure.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If a spiritual baby embryo is refined into the best magic weapon, it will undoubtedly be a waste of natural resources!
After a day and a night, all the collected innate gold essences were consumed. Zhao Sheng put away the Maori gold essence, stepped out, and disappeared from the fire cave in an instant.
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Half a month later, the back mountain ginseng garden
"Yao Lao, my family recently sent me a letter, asking me to go back. Do you think...?" After Zhao Linzong finished speaking, he looked anxiously at the tall figure lying half on the recliner.
Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes to look at him, slowly closed them again, and snorted lazily: "Yeah!"
What does um mean?
Do you agree or not?
Seeing this scene, Zhao Linzong almost felt numb, and secretly complained that the old thief was not a son of a man.
boom!
Ouch!
A hard object hit Zhao Linzong hard on the head, causing him to cry out in pain.
When he picked it up, he saw that it was a palm-sized jade talisman. Inside the jade talisman, there was a cloud of golden fire flowing endlessly.
"I'll reward you with the small items I picked up on the road a few days ago! When I get back, I have something to ask you to do."
"Hey, I got it! You are really like this, you can even pick up talisman treasures." Zhao Linzong put away the jade talisman with a smile and raised his thumb high, but there was a hint of thorn in his words unconsciously.
He was left with a tough mouth, which was barely a small "resistance" to Yao Lao, and he didn't dare to sit any longer.
"Get out! Before I get angry."
Hearing this, Zhao Linzong ducked his neck out of habit, and quickly bent over halfway: "Hey, Mr. Yao, please rest, I'm going to get out of here... and leave!"
Zhao Linzong left happily, but he didn't know that the talisman in his hand was not a golden elixir talisman, but a Nascent Soul talisman that was a hundred times more precious.
Once this talisman is activated, the real fire surges across the red ground for ten miles, and everything below the Nascent Soul is reduced to ashes.
As the sun set in the west, Zhao Sheng sat up from the recliner, turned his palm over, and a top-quality spiritual stone appeared in his palm.
Hold the best spiritual stone with both hands, place it on the Dantian area of the abdomen, and circulate the magic power. The palms are covered with a mist of light, and the spiritual energy "flows" like water into the Dantian Qi sea, and is quickly refined into the extremely pure Nascent Soul magic power.
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Half a day later, there was a slight cracking sound from the top-quality spiritual stone. Zhao Sheng sighed slightly, opened his eyes with regret, and waved his hand to put away the top-quality spiritual stone whose spiritual energy had been exhausted.
Since he was promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, his cultivation speed has dropped sharply again, and his cultivation has become as slow as a snail, completely losing the pleasure of continuously improving his strength in the early stage.
A top-quality spiritual stone often takes less than half a month to be absorbed.
To this day, Zhao Sheng has been unable to make ends meet and has less than two top-quality spiritual stones left.
Only through personal experience did he deeply understand the difficulty of cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage.
The resources of top-quality spiritual stones are extremely scarce, and the speed of cultivation improvement is so slow. It is no wonder that there are not even many late-stage Nascent Souls, let alone the True Monarch of Transformation Gods.
"Oh, no wonder our colleagues are always busy going to the outer world to pick up Xuanying. They are all forced to do nothing! It seems that the schedule to go to the Shenxu must be greatly advanced."
Zhao Sheng stood up thoughtfully, and suddenly turned into a ray of light and fell towards the Huangtian Temple on the top of Black King Peak.
As spring passes and autumn comes, day and night alternate.
At the beginning of July next year, there will be two days hanging high.
On this day, the main entrance of the Huangtian Temple on the Black King Peak suddenly opened, and groups of energetic yellow-robed priests filed out.
After a while, the square in front of the temple became bustling with people moving around.
Dao Zhan led the six Jindan priests and stood at the front of the crowd, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Lord with a solemn expression.
About a stick of incense time passed.
A large black flame rose from the back mountain like a cloud tide and rolled in.
Amidst the billowing black flames, a huge creature loomed.
When the wild rhinoceros of the Mountains flew over the Black King Peak, a fierce and bloodthirsty pressure followed. The Huangtian believers were weighed down like Mount Tai, trembling and almost ready to collapse.
“Welcome the Lord to the throne!”
Dao Zhan took the lead and knelt down. Behind him, the Jindan priest and the densely packed Huangtian cult members also hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.
"...The Supreme God is so powerful that he may live forever!"
Zhao Sheng stepped on the head of the rhinoceros with his feet, looking neither happy nor angry, and said indifferently: "No courtesy, everyone, get up!"
His voice was neither high nor low, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Although he doesn't like to mobilize troops and crowds, as the leader of a religion, he must have the appropriate pomp and ceremony.
This is actually the same reason as "the emperor regards the world as his home without magnificence and majesty".
In a short while, a luxurious palace with carved railings and jade walls and gleaming colors slowly landed on the back of the wild rhinoceros on Mount Han. Two golden elixir priests, a man and a woman, each led a team of outstanding male and female believers, flying up into the air, one after another.
Enter the palace.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, this trip will be smooth and everything will go well for you!"
Amidst the loud shouts of countless Huangtian cult members, the Huangshan Huangxi suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed. The black flames under his body expanded rapidly and turned into a fire cloud thousands of feet high. He lifted up his huge body and shot straight into the sky seemingly slowly but quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the black fire cloud rushed into the depths of the sea of clouds and flew away with lightning speed.
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The western part of the Nine Demons Continent has an extremely high and dangerous terrain, also known as the Western Wasteland Plateau. It covers an area of 100,000 miles, and is vast and sparsely populated.
Huangling Peak is located at the junction of the Western Wasteland Plateau and the Central Basin. It is one of the ancestral peaks of the Nine Demons Continent. The Qingzhuo River, the main water system of the continent, originates from here.
Huangling Peak is no more than a thousand feet high, and the mountain is gentle. The mountain is covered with many exotic trees and grasses, and elixirs are everywhere.
Thousands of miles around this peak are dense spiritual energy, dense ancient forests, towering trees and strange beasts can be seen everywhere, and hundreds of millions of creatures breed and live in this wild forest of Lingshan Mountain.
On this day, a thick and solid cloud with an area of nearly a hundred miles suddenly floated over Huangling Peak.
Above the colorful clouds, spiritual palaces and treasures are looming, and bursts of fairy music are heard from the palace. Pure and charming beauties walk between the palaces, offering countless spiritual treasures and fruits.
Suddenly,
A ball of black flame suddenly appeared from the eastern sky, and then rushed towards it at an incredible speed.
one breath,
Two breaths,
Three breaths...
Roar!
Following the sudden explosion of a shocking roar, the towering body of the Huangshan Desolate Rhinoceros, as huge as a mountain, crashed onto the colorful clouds, causing the entire cloud to vibrate violently. Countless long and deep gaps opened in an instant, and then closed in the blink of an eye.
It seemed that someone couldn't stand the visitor being so arrogant. A cold snort suddenly came from a magnificent palace nearby.
"snort!"
What followed was a powerful and powerful spiritual thought.
Seeing this strange spiritual thought covering Hanshan Huangxi, he is about to give the incoming person a blow!
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from the Rhinoceros Back Palace, resounding in all directions in an instant, and a more powerful spiritual thought rose into the sky, instantly defeating the unfamiliar spiritual thought that came at him.
"Haha, which fellow Taoist is so leisurely and elegant, but can't get along with a stupid corpse beast?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of light, and Zhao Sheng, dressed in a gorgeous golden robe, suddenly appeared above Huang Xi's head.
He stood with his hands behind his hands and slowly released the majestic spiritual thoughts that were comparable to those in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, spreading out and spreading for hundreds of miles.
The next second, he restrained his thoughts and saw a beautiful lady with green hair and green robes flying out of the palace and flying forward with a warm face.
"Is this the Taoist Taoist Master Tianqiong who is so powerful in the mainland? I was disappointed just now. I hope you will forgive me!"
Zhao Sheng showed a gentle smile and said warmly: "I don't dare to take the word "megatron" seriously! Fellow Taoist Qingkong, you don't have to be so polite. It's true that I was rude just now."
"Haha, fellow Taoist Tianqiong is really humble. Please come with me. The fellow Taoists in the Wanshou Hall have long been very curious about fellow Taoist and are eager to see his grace!" Patriarch Qingkong pursed his lips and smiled, extending his hand to make an invitation.
action.
"Friend Qingkong, please come first!" Zhao Sheng flew up gently, followed behind the stunning beauty, and flew slowly towards the Wanshou Hall.