Best Ascension

Chapter 321 The Seventh World, the Natural Dao Seed
Name: Zhao Qingyang (Zhao Sheng)

Shouyuan: 236/236
Realm: Early Nascent Soul
Occupation: Tier [-] Alchemy Master, Tier [-] Talisman Master, Tier [-] Artifact Refiner, Tier [-] Array Master,

【Physique:】Golden Fire Dual Spiritual Roots (Earth Level), Ancient Battle Body (Earth Level)
【Talent:】Fairy Vision (Disabled)
【Skill:】

Gongfa: Golden Crow Burning Heaven Jue (Consummation), Star God Thousand Heart Jue (Great Accomplishment), Taiqing Jiuyang Kung Fu (Minor Accomplishment), Wang Qi Art (Major Accomplishment)
Body training: Immortal Golden Body (Great Accomplishment), Vacuum Breaking Yue Gong (Consummation), Four Phases of Heaven and Man (Half-step Dacheng)

Hundred arts: Taoism (), Fulu (), Alchemy (), Artifact Refining (), Royal Art (…)
……

"The sixth world is over, the settlement is in progress..."

In the vastness and emptiness, a ray of divine light instantly pierced through the chaos, and then a tall and tall figure stepped out from the light.

The Book of the Hundred Worlds emerged and sprinkled thousands of brilliance, and the jade pages were flipped quickly, and finally stopped on the sixth page.

In an instant, countless pictures and memories flowed through his heart, and Zhao Sheng looked slightly regretful.

At this moment, a loud and clear voice suddenly resounded through the chaos:
"The settlement is complete, and the sixth world's final evaluation is: Your Majesty."

"Evaluation reward: a prefecture-level inheritance right (can be split)

You can choose to inherit from physique, skills, talents, and occupations. Please choose? "

Zhao Sheng was struggling, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Choose to inherit the physique of the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire!"

"Inheritance..."

"Earth-level spiritual root physique, inherited!"

Alas, he can't help it, he can't have it both ways!

There is only one inheritance right at the prefecture level. Although he is very reluctant to give up and is very heartbroken, he can only give up the fairy vision and the ancient battle body.

Ding!
After a voiceless sound like a bell, the voice rose again: "Congratulations on achieving the following achievements in life!"

"Achievements are as follows: [-]. Collect a demon of my own heart (Xuan); [-]. Successfully step out of the world as a baby (Xuan); [-]. Start the cross-border ancient race (Xuan); [-]. Promote Yuanying (Earth); [-]. Passed through three times of killing and robbery (ground)
"Achievement rewards: a total of five random rewards in two places and three mysterious places (reminder: high-level rewards can be split into three low-level rewards).

It can be randomly selected from physique, skills, talents, and occupations, and can also be replaced by improving ability levels. Please choose? "

After Zhao Sheng listened, he thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "Can the Xuan-level rewards be combined into a prefecture-level reward?"

"Can!"

Zhao Sheng was overjoyed, and immediately ordered: "Choose synthesis!"

Ding!
"Synthesizing...Successful synthesis!"

At this time, Zhao Sheng opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped.

He now has three earth-level random rewards, which can be synthesized into a sky-level reward, or not.

Ugh!
Zhao Sheng was very distressed and was in a dilemma for a while.

At this time, he suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "Book of Hundreds, I remember that in the last life, I had retained two mysterious-level permissions?"

"It has been confirmed that the previous life still retains a Xuan-level inheritance right and a Xuan-level immediate reward."

That's right!
Zhao Sheng nodded with a smile on his face.

"Let's draw a mysterious one first, let's draw it from the talent!"

In an instant, countless white light spheres appeared and disappeared on the seventh page.

Soon, one of the light spheres expanded rapidly, burst open, and scattered into countless light spots.

"Congratulations on the extraction of the mysterious level talent Apparition."

[Transformation and shadow change: within the field of vision, any shadowy place is your foothold, and the number of activations is three times a day. 】

it is good!
When Zhao Sheng saw this talent, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, and said decisively: "Consume a prefecture-level reward and choose to promote the talent of shapeshifting"

"Congratulations on the promotion of talent to Phase Shift."

As soon as the words fell, a large amount of mysterious information flowed through Zhao Sheng's mind...

After a while, orders sounded one after another in the chaos:
"Reserve the inheritance right of Xuan level!"

"Keep a prefecture-level random reward!"

"Consume a prefecture-level random draw, and choose to draw physique,"

"Drawing... Congratulations to the host for being reborn with an earth-level physique."

……

In 1145, the seventh era of the Tiandao calendar, Dagu Tianchao, Hufeng County.

"Life is insignificant, and God's will is boundless. The ghosts are happy, and they are the gate of life..."

Huh~huh!
"...The way of heaven is life, the way of ghosts is life, the sky-

Call ~
In the scripture hall, Wu Changyong, the master of the scripture hall, is talking about the essence of the scriptures of saving people from heaven and earth with great interest.

However, the sound of snoring after another always interrupted his interest.

Wu Changyong stopped abruptly, his old face stretched, and he looked coldly at the source of the sound.

The Taoist boys also gloated and ordered to turn their heads and look at the middle seat in the first row. There was a young boy in a Chinese robe with a clean head and a thin figure, lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

"Whee!"

"Sambo, why is he sleeping in the hall again? Could it be that the temple priest secretly gave him a small stove again? Hmph, it's so unfair!"

"Shh, the three treasures are the darling of the adults, and they are different from our group of registered Taoist boys. They are so precious!"

"quiet!"

There was a sound, and the hall became silent.

Wu Changyong shook his head, ignoring the trembling Taoist boys below, flicked his fingers, and a stream of light flew out, hitting the bald head just in time.

Boom!
There was a clear sound of wooden fish, and the child who was lying on the table sat up suddenly, with sleepy eyes.

But soon, the child's eyes became clear, and after a flash of surprise, the child returned to a bewildered expression.

"Three Treasures, recite the entire "Heavenly Way of Saving People" for me." Wu Changyong showed the majesty of a teacher, and his tone was extremely serious.

"Uh, the way of heaven has its way, but the way of ghosts is impermanent. Life is insignificant, but the will of heaven is boundless. The way of ghosts is happy, and it is the gate of life."

After a cup of tea, the child recited the entire 390-nine-character "Tian Dao Du Ren Jing" verbatim.

Wu Changyong was silent for a while after listening, then nodded, and ordered in a flat tone: "You have recited well, I credit you, sit down!"

Under the surprised and puzzled gazes of the Taoist boys beside him, Zhao Sheng returned to his seat generously.

"Sambo seems to be a different person, he can recite scriptures!"

"Hey, isn't the Three Treasures addicted to eating characters? Why?"

"Damn it, did he pretend to be stupid before! If so, this son will definitely hinder our path in the future. Xinyi, you are like this after class."

After a short episode, Wu Changyong continued to talk about the various mystical essences of the Durenjing.

The Taoist boys quickly looked away and listened attentively to the master's lecture.

For them who are new to Taoism, it is very rare for a scripture master in the late stage of Qi refining to personally teach scriptures.

However, in Zhao Sheng's ears, Wu Changyong's explanations were extremely superficial, and it would be better for him to recite the scriptures silently, and the true meaning will be revealed by itself.

Looking around, the scripture hall is antique and fragrant, with black scale wooden beams standing horizontally, the floor is paved with large blue bricks, rows of mahogany tables are placed horizontally and vertically, and a Shinto painting scroll is hung on the surrounding walls. Prayer flags with eight sides and three feet high stand around the platform, and a purple incense burner stands in each corner. The faint fragrance wafts out from the holes of the burner, which makes people feel refreshed.

Smelling the faint incense, Zhao Sheng quickly let go of his mind, and a lot of memories about this life flooded into his mind.

".Tian Taoism. Dagu Tianchao Requiem Temple. Master Bao'an Orphan Daoji"

Ok?
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Sheng was shocked: "What's going on? I was reincarnated in the Nether God Realm in this life!"

At this moment, his eyes were scattered, and his thoughts flashed in an instant, and he suddenly thought of countless possibilities, most of which were pessimistic.

"...Perhaps in the war between the two worlds, some clansmen must have been plundered to this world, and the most dangerous situation... No, we must first find out how many years have passed since this world!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng's eyes turned cold, his little hands were clenched quietly, and the red lotus flame pattern on the center of his brow became more and more dazzling.

After half an hour, the scripture master Wu Changyong suddenly stopped talking, rolled up the jade page on the table, thumped off the scripture platform, and walked away without looking back.

get out of class has ended,
There was a sudden commotion in the sutra hall, and all the Taoist boys got up to fight and ran out of the hall together.

This time, a boy with a pink face and red lips ran to Zhao Sheng's desk, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Bao, I recently got a pair of rhino horns, which are very fierce. Are you interested in giving me a hand?"

Rhino horn Guo is cruel and fierce by nature, especially aggressive.

In the Requiem Temple, there is a popular fighting game called Rhinoceros Fighting among the Taoist boys. Sanbao was very obsessed with this fighting game before, and he was also very good at gambling.

For this reason, he lost a lot of Lingshi Baodan.

However, at this time, no one knew that Sanbao had changed from inside to outside.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the boy indifferently, and refused coldly: "No!"

After speaking, he got up and strode out of the scripture hall.

"Senior brother Sanbao, Sanbao" the boy hurriedly chased after seeing this.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around a courtyard wall, he suddenly lost the figure of the big fat sheep in his sight.

"Damn it!" the noodle boy spat.

This time, a handsome young man walked over from behind, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Sambo, how many spirit stones do you owe in total so far?"

"Including the interest, it's only 100 yuan of spirit stones, which is not enough to pay!"

"Brother, Sanbao, this idiot, why did he change his temper today? It's not like this usually. Do you think he found out——"

"shut up!"

……

Zhao Sheng walked through the long corridor, and then passed through the courtyard with triple red tiles and yellow walls.

Walking through and between the temples and houses, he heard bursts of chanting sutras from time to time.

People who met along the way, when they saw him, bowed respectfully and saluted.

Zhao Sheng seemed to have gotten used to such big ceremonies, he just nodded his head and walked past these people.

Since ancient times, the theory of being born noble in Youshen Realm has been deeply rooted and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It has become a matter of course to classify races by Daoist bloodlines.

Zhao Sheng is a natural Taoist with the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, and his innate personality is above hundreds of millions of mortals.

And in the Requiem Temple, Zhao Sheng is also one of only seven Taoist boys recorded in the Taoist Jade Book. His status is second only to Bao'an, the temple priest, Wu Changyong, the sutra master, and Pan Yifeng, the sacrificial master.

however……

When Zhao Sheng walked to the courtyard where he lived, a tall, middle-aged man with a stern face was waiting there.

This person is dressed in plain blue Taoist robes, and the material of the clothes is far less luxurious than Zhao Sheng's robes, but this person exudes a strong and murderous aura, which has a certain awe-inspiring power.

"Senior Brother Bao, Master Miaosi welcomes you!" Seeing Zhao Sheng, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and said softly.

"Hmph, lead the way!" Zhao Sheng gave the other party a contemptuous look, with a haughty and disgusting look on his face.

From childhood to adulthood, Sanbao has heard too much flattery, and he is always sought after and fawned upon by everyone on weekdays, so that he has developed an arrogant and conceited temperament.

He doesn't pay attention to ordinary people who don't have spiritual roots.

Even if this person is one of the temple protectors Wu Zong, there is no exception.

The middle-aged man was not surprised, turned his head and walked away.Behind him, Zhao Sheng's expression suddenly became as calm as water.

He stepped up to follow, and at the same time, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

The Requiem Temple covers an area of ​​over a thousand acres, and the main building complex continuously occupies the entire sunny side of Qingyang Mountain.

The two of them walked through most of the temple, one behind the other, and came to a quiet and empty mountain wall in the back mountain.

The mountain wall cracked silently, revealing a hole more than two people tall.

The middle-aged man turned sideways slightly, and made a gesture of invitation: "Brother, your lord is inside, please come in!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng paused, then started walking again, and walked into the cave expressionlessly.

As soon as he entered the cave, the stone door at the entrance of the cave was closed immediately, and one after another long-burning lamps on the cave walls on both sides suddenly lit up, releasing faint bright yellow fire light.

Zhao Sheng seemed to have thought of something bad, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't stop walking, walking down the passage to the depths.

After walking more than ten feet away, the sound of crying and moaning came faintly to my ears.

After a few steps, there was an impressive iron fence made of thick steel pillars on both sides of the cave wall. Behind the fence was a prison cell with a foul smell.

The prison cell was dark, and there were grotesque bodies lying faintly in the corner.

Walking along the way, I saw a pair of thin, hairy, or scaly arms sticking out from the middle of the fence.

Crying and begging for mercy are endless!
Zhao Sheng seemed to have been here many times, he walked through the passageway without hesitation, without hesitation.

Not long after, he came to a bright and spacious stone room with a rectangular stone platform built in the center of the room.

Lying on the stone platform was a young body about five feet long, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance, as well as a faint smell of blood and stench.

This made Zhao Sheng feel a little depressed.

At this time, on the edge of the stone platform, a figure with his back turned to him was busy doing something, and the willow-leaf sharp knife in his hand shone with a sharp cold light.

Seen from the back, this person is wearing a golden Taoist robe, with a hairpin and a cap, with green hair at the temples, and a long beard hanging down his jaw.

It looks quite fairy-tale.

At this moment, a clear and warm voice sounded in the stone room: "Come?"

"Master, are you calling me?"

"Well, if you come, hurry up." Bao Chen shouted without looking back.

Zhao Sheng stepped forward a few steps, and saw the disembowelled human body on the stage, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Stretch out your hand and bleed!" Bao'an ordered very simply.

"Yes, Master" Zhao Sheng heard the words, skillfully rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and stretched out a white and tender arm.

In the next second, blood burst out!
(End of this chapter)