The Wanshou Palace seemed to be a magnificent palace, but when Zhao Sheng followed Ancestor Qingkong and flew into the palace gate, he was surprised to find that the space inside the palace was hundreds of times larger than it looked from the outside.
At a glance, the space inside the temple seems to be a spiritual cave that stretches hundreds of miles across. Below, there are spiritual clouds lingering, thousands of flowers vying for beauty in the clouds, and the refreshing fragrance blows towards the face.
The sky above was hazy and deep, with stars all over the sky faintly appearing. The stars cast bright and soft light, illuminating this spiritual realm.
What caught Zhao Sheng's special attention was the vigorous, verdant, leafy ancient dragon-scale trees scattered throughout the spiritual realm, probably about a few miles apart.
The crown of the ancient dragon-scale tree spreads out flatly, and its branches and leaves are intertwined, growing into a natural altar.
When Zhao Sheng entered this place, some Nascent Soul Ancestors were already sitting on some of the altars. They all looked very imposing and at ease.
"Fellow Daoist Tianqiong, your seat is still in front, please come with me!" Ancestor Qingkong turned around and smiled at Zhao Sheng.
"Thank you." Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and said with a smile.
The two of them flew side by side towards the depths of the spiritual realm, passing ancient dragon-scaled trees along the way. From time to time, looks of scrutiny, curiosity, or indifference came from the surrounding altars.
Of course, no Yuanying dared to use his spiritual thoughts to find out what happened, because this move was a deliberate provocation.
Zhao Sheng discovered that the deeper he went into the spiritual realm, the taller and older the surrounding ancient dragon-scale trees became, and the concentration of spiritual energy became richer.
Similarly, the Yuanying Ancestor on the Dharma Platform is becoming more and more unpredictable, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
After two breaths, Patriarch Qingkong led Zhao Sheng to an ancient dragon lin tree that was a hundred feet high, and directed him to sit on the altar.
Zhao Sheng thanked him, and in a flash, he sat behind the jade table.
As soon as we sat down, pure and lovely beauties with green eyes flew up from the tree canopy to the Dharma altar, offering all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, spiritual wines and delicacies like a stream of water. Finally, they presented a purple incense burner.
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When Zhao Sheng heard this, his soul suddenly felt refreshed and all the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.
You must know that purple spirit resin is a kind of top-grade spiritual resin secreted by the purple spirit tree that has been around for thousands of years.
After being lit, the fresh air it emits has the magical effect of exorcising inner demons, enlightening the soul, and increasing spiritual thoughts.
When breaking through the realm, if one can be influenced by the pure Qi of the Purple Spirit, the success rate can be increased by 10 to 30%, even if the pill is broken and the infant is born.
From this we can imagine how precious purple spirit resin is.
However, there is only one ten-thousand-year-old purple spirit tree in the Netherworld, and it still grows on the mountainside of Huangling Peak.
Because of the protection of Huang Zu, no one in the world dared to approach the Purple Spirit Treasure Tree Baili except for the Shumei clan.
Not to mention getting some purple spirit resin.
For Huang Zu's nine thousandth birthday, the Shumei clan was bleeding a lot this time.
Zhao Sheng had seen countless big scenes. After being shocked, he quickly calmed down.
Looking around, through the hazy clouds, he could see twelve Dharma altars in front of his seat.
There were only three people sitting in the Twelve Dharma Platforms.
Zhao Sheng glanced around and suddenly had a clue in his heart. These three were all great masters of the late Nascent Soul, and they were all extremely difficult to deal with.
One of them, an arrogant old man with a hooked nose and two wings on his back, was Patriarch Lei Peng, whose cultivation was at least the seventh level of Nascent Soul.
Although the other two great masters had never met, Zhao Sheng observed their appearance and demeanor and quickly concluded that one of them was from the Tianhuang Continent. This person was named Juwuxiang and was from the Juye tribe.
The last one is an "old friend" from the Youshen Realm, who is a late Nascent Soul guard from the Tiandao Sect.
Zhao Sheng's gaze immediately attracted the attention of the three people.
House Qi's eyes flashed, and a few rays of blood flashed in his pupils.
He looked at the strange Nascent Soul wearing a golden robe below, feeling a bit disgusted for no reason in his heart. He always felt that that person was very unpleasant to his eyes.
Fang Fangqi was very surprised. He had never seen that person before, so why did he feel disgusted at first sight?
Thinking of this, a friendly smile appeared on his face, and his spiritual mind sent a message to him: "I am the special envoy of the Tiandao Sect in the next room, and I am here to celebrate Huang Zu's birthday. May I ask your name?"
Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this. He didn't know what went wrong, which aroused the other party's curiosity.
"It turns out that he is a Taoist brother from the Tiandao sect. I have admired him for a long time! The common name is no longer used. Now the Taoist name is Tianqiong. He comes from a small and unknown sect in the east of the mainland. It is not as famous as your sect in the world." Zhao Sheng remained calm and said the same.
He nodded and smiled.
"Hey, since ancient times heroes don't care about their origins! In my opinion, Daoist Fellow Tianqiong must have reached a later stage. I think I know a little bit about every fellow Daoist in the late Yuan Ying stage. But why have I never heard of Fellow Daoist before?
His name." Fang Fangqi's eyes were bright, and there was a hint of curiosity on his face, as if he was asking casually.
Zhao Sheng showed a hint of embarrassment and said in a calm voice: "I have been cultivating hard for a long time. I have been cultivating in Shenxu for thousands of years and have not traveled around the two worlds for a long time. Fellow Taoist Fang, I don't know that my reputation is not unusual at all."
"Oh, is that so? I didn't expect Taoist Fellow Tianqiong to be an ascetic monk. I'm so disrespectful!" Fang Fangqi removed the blood from his eyes and cupped his hands thoughtfully.
Zhao Sheng didn't want to pay attention to this person, so he cupped his hands, looked a little apologetic, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.
Seeing this situation, Fang Fangqi took a deep look at Zhao Sheng, then withdrew his gaze, not knowing what he was planning in his heart.
After a while, Zhao Sheng's thoughts changed, and he suddenly felt a malicious gaze cast on him.
Zhao Sheng opened his eyes fiercely, turned around and saw that on an ancient dragon-scale tree more than thirty miles away, the Great Priest of Hetai of the River Otter Clan was looking over fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.
As soon as he was noticed, the elephant-like ancestor of the river otter clan looked away bitterly, not bothering to look at Zhao Sheng again.
It turned out to be a suffering master, no wonder!
Zhao Sheng found it quite funny. This river otter ancestor was really fierce and cruel. It was clear that tens of thousands of his clan members were killed and injured, and they were even driven out of the Zhuolang Lake area.
He Tai was timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He watched helplessly as another ancestor of his tribe was seriously injured and escaped, but he didn't dare to die himself.
Now he dares to look evilly at him. Who gave him the courage?
Zhao Sheng glanced at the seats around him and when he saw the "old friends" on the stage, he suddenly realized that it turned out that several of his defeated generals had joined forces.
Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring at all about a group of people who had their own agenda.
"Senior Tianqiong, it turns out you are here! It's really easy for me to find you!"
At this moment, a voice of surprise came from a distance. Zhao Sheng looked for the sound and saw a human Nascent Soul wearing green armor and surrounded by green light. He quickly approached and landed on the altar in a blink of an eye. He walked quickly.
He walked to the jade table and sat down.
After sitting down, Mo Bieji raised his hand and poured himself a glass of spiritual wine. He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Then he licked his lips boldly and shouted: "It's so cool. Bihua Qiongjiang is indeed one of the top ten spiritual wines in the world. I really appreciate it."
People linger and forget to leave.”
Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand and pulled the jug back to his side. He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You drunkard didn't stay in your seat and you came to me to beg for a drink. You should be beaten!"
"Hit me, senior, you can say hello to me. But after the beating, this pot of Bihua nectar will belong to me." Mo Bieji took the initiative and stretched out his head, with a look on his face.
"Haha, you have such a beautiful idea. It really breaks your heart. The important task of protecting the human race will fall on me. Don't do this loss-making business! It's just a pot of spiritual wine. Take it and get out of here. Save it.
Staying here is a nuisance."
Mo Bieli turned a deaf ear and put the jug away happily, but then suddenly slapped the table and sighed: "Alas, senior, you don't know something. It was too difficult for me to support my clan by myself before! Fortunately, senior achieved great success and returned to his profession in time.
And with one move, he opened up a new territory of seven thousand miles for the human race, which is indeed greater than the sky..."
"alright!"
Zhao Sheng suddenly interrupted him and said calmly: "No need to talk nonsense, do you want to fight against the autumn wind again?"
"Hey, the one who knows me must be my senior! I've been a bit tight lately, so I just wanted to borrow some top-quality spiritual stone flowers from my senior."
"No, not even one!"
Looking at Zhao Sheng who was fighting for his life, Mo Biere touched his face, and suddenly a mysterious spiritual message came through: "Senior, have you heard about it? There are many Yuan Ying comrades from the Tianwai sect who will also join Huang Zu.
Birthday. Maybe you’ll see a lot of old acquaintances later.”
Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, he took a deep look at Mo Biejie, and calmly sent a message back: "There are no spiritual stones, only two fourth-level low-grade treasure talismans, do you want me to love you?"
"Of course!" Mo Biejie slapped his thigh, licked his face and said with a smile, "Hey, the fourth-level talisman can seriously injure the Nascent Soul if used well. How can you not want such a rare treasure!"
Zhao Sheng took out two thumb-sized talisman beads from the bottom of his sleeves, threw them into his arms, and then waved his sleeves to sweep them away.
"Leave quickly, I've changed my mind!"
"Hey, I'm leaving now. But before I leave, I must tell my seniors a message. Mother Wanxiu from the Corpse Mushroom Clan has sent me a message, ordering our human race not to continue to expand. Otherwise, we will be attacked by the Corpse Mushroom Clan with all its strength.
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"Oh, why didn't Wanxiu Mushroom Mother go to Heiwang Peak directly, but sent the message through you?"
"Who knows what those perverts are thinking, maybe they just see me coming close!"
After saying that, Mo Bieli stood up, jumped into the air, and left in the light.
Zhao Sheng lowered his eyelids, feeling like a mirror.
It seemed that Mo Biejie was a little suspicious of him.
That's right, a strange late-stage Yuan Ying overhaul suddenly appeared out of thin air, and anyone who saw it would feel embarrassed.
What's more, the human race in the Nine Demons Continent is weak and weak. Previously, Mo Biejie, who was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, was able to support the overall situation alone and could not withstand too much trouble.
But Mo Biejie probably guessed that he was from the Nether God Realm, and he probably didn't expect that he was from the Tianzhu Realm.
In fact, the attitudes of Youshen and Mingye Realms towards Tianzhu Realm are different.
The Mingye Realm is not directly connected to the Tianzhu Realm, so it is naturally far away from the war.
In addition, this world and the Netherworld have always been at odds with each other, and their relationship with each other is bad.
Therefore, the gods of the underworld and the ancestors of Yuanying all adhere to the mentality of watching the fire from the other side and never get involved in the war between the two realms.
Zhao Sheng closed his eyes and meditated, secretly deducing various unexpected situations that might occur in the future.
The worst outcome is that someone will identify you and have to run away.
With the magical phase shift in his body, Zhao Sheng is not afraid of being chased and intercepted. The only thing he is worried about is Huang Zu.
If he took action, he wasn't sure he could escape.
While Zhao Sheng was thinking about countermeasures, one after another Yuanying ancestors came to Wanshou Hall and sat on the canopy altar.
Before the grand event started, these Yuan Ying ancestors who rarely met each other came to their old friends one after another to chat and talk and laugh.
At this time, the ancestor Wu Tao of the River Otter tribe quietly sent a message to several companions who were suffering from the same illness.
Not long after, Wu Tao took the two ancestors, Ghost Fox and Earth Python, and took the initiative to find the ancestor Lei Peng.
In just a few words, I don't know how big of a promise he made, but he actually convinced the proud Ancestor Lei Peng.
Suddenly, an electric rainbow soared into the sky, flew into the air, folded slightly, and flew across three miles of void before landing on the altar where Zhao Sheng was.
The lightning flashed away, revealing the cold and arrogant face of Patriarch Lei Peng.
Zhao Sheng seemed to be aware of it, and opened his eyes suddenly, looking straight at Ancestor Lei Peng, his eyes were extremely deep.
At this time, Wu Tao and three others also came out of the light and landed behind Ancestor Lei Peng one after another.
"Fellow Daoist Lei Peng, please take a seat!" Zhao Sheng glanced at the three, and then said in a calm tone.
"Haha, no need. I have other things to do and I don't have time to sit for a long time." After the ancestor Lei Peng finished speaking, he changed the subject: I am here just to be a peacemaker. You, the human race, have occupied the territory of the river otter tribe for no reason.
It would be unethical. Of course, it is unrealistic for you to withdraw completely. But for my sake, how about you re-demarcate half of the Zhuolang Lake in Tianqiong and give it to the River Otter Clan?"
"Hmph, half of Zhuolang Lake covers an area of more than 3,000 miles. Just one word from you Lei Peng makes me want to move away. Your abacus is too accurate. How many millimeters of spirit stone can a mere face be worth?" Zhao Sheng sat still.
He sneered without fear.
This is the Wanshou Palace, where Nascent Souls are gathering, and he doesn't believe that Lei Peng dares to violate the taboo and do something in public.
When Ancestor Lei Peng saw this, his eagle eyes flashed fiercely, but he suppressed his anger and said sullenly: "It seems that I am not proud enough. In this case, I will simply buy you a glass of wine as an apology!
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Before he finished speaking, Patriarch Lei Peng's whole body flashed with lightning, and he waved his hand and threw a thin crystal jade wine glass.
The crystal cup was no more than an inch high and flew flatly in front of Zhao Sheng. As it flew, a large thunder light emerged from the cup.
The light of lightning enveloped the wine glass like water, and the thunder roared, pushing towards Zhao Sheng with the force of reaching mountains and seas.
Seeing such momentum, Zhao Sheng flicked his finger, and a stream of golden sparks shot out of the air.
The sparks actually penetrated the lightning and disappeared into the wine glass.
Peng!
Clusters of golden flames suddenly swelled out of the cup, and in the blink of an eye they were equal to the lightning.
The crystal jade wine glass suddenly stopped in mid-air, motionless.
The surrounding void became distorted and blurred, and a storm roared on the spiritual level. However, the storm was restrained within three feet of the wine glass, and no trace of it leaked out.
Using the wine glass as a battlefield, two unusually powerful spiritual thoughts collided and clashed countless times in an instant. Thunder and fire intertwined and continuously evolved into various dharma-like true spirits, but they were all quickly destroyed until the vision of a great roc transiting the sun was manifested.