Best Ascension

Seeing this situation, Zhao Jingyu's eyelids drooped, and his body slowly curled up in the reclining chair, the death energy in his body became more intense.

At this moment, if someone who doesn't know is standing here and thinks he is a dead person, how would he know that this was also a legendary figure who created miracles.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng's eyes instantly became dark and deep.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, spread his palm upwards, and with a thought, a red fireball the size of a fist suddenly appeared out of thin air, suspended three inches above his palm, burning quietly.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his right hand and disconnected from his spiritual sense.

But... the fireball didn't collapse, but like a "sun", quietly emitting light and heat.

puff!

After a few breaths, the fireball suddenly fell straight to the ground like an iron ball, and went out with a puff.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and a row of fireballs suddenly condensed out of thin air three feet in front of him, ranging from light red, crimson red, light blue, pure blue, light purple, pure purple and so on.

These fireballs exuding different mana fluctuations didn't last long, and fell to the ground one after another under the overweight environment, and all collapsed and extinguished.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul Realm can be said to be a great watershed connecting the past and the future, and mana is its most prominent feature.Moreover, there are many differences between the Nascent Soul Realm and the three realms of the Qi-Building Fund Pill, but the biggest difference is not in the Nascent Soul Domain and Divine Sense, but in a place that is easily overlooked by people.

That is. After the spell is cast, the length of the duration of the spell effect.

Take the fireball technique as an example. Generally speaking, after an immortal cultivator below the Nascent Soul Realm releases a fireball, once the spiritual energy transmission is cut off, the fireball will often collapse quickly.

Nascent Soul Realm is not the case. Even if the transmission of mana is stopped, the fireball will continue to burn without interference, and it will last for at least one day.

The higher the mana quality, the longer the fireball will maintain its form, and the two are often directly proportional.

The main reason why this kind of phenomenon occurs is that the immortal cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm have a successful comprehension of the Dao, and have already glimpsed the laws of the Dao. .

In ancient legends, there are often similar legends and stories: A long time ago, mortals in a certain place angered the immortals, so the immortals threw down the sky fire in a rage, and the local area was burned by the sky fire, and the burning lasted for millions of years.

Mortals might listen to such stories as anecdotes.But from the perspective of a cultivator, this is not a metaphor, which secretly points out the direction of future cultivation.

Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting endless light and heat.

As early as in his previous life, he once had a whim, whether those suns all over the universe could be a big fireball casually released by an indescribable being.

Just like his fireball technique now, the fireball can burn for two full days without external interference.

Although this idea is absurd and uninhibited, the "sun" is undoubtedly one of the ultimate representations of the Fire Avenue.

Any immortal cultivator who goes out of his way doesn't need to read the scriptures at all. In fact, the best "copying" objects are hung in the sky from beginning to end.

However, very few immortal cultivators can realize this, let alone touch the "truth" of the Great Sun.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng is one of the very few lucky ones. His fifth life was associated with the Star God, and he was fortunate to see a corner of the truth of the "Sun" from the perspective of the Star God.

With a thought, the Book of Hundred Worlds rose from the depths of the sea of ​​souls, and the fifth page was opened, and a small world of seaweed emerged above the sea of ​​souls, lifelike as if it were real.

In the sky above the boundless sea of ​​souls, a "baby" who was only an inch tall and had a hazy aura jumped out suddenly.

As soon as the "baby" Fang appeared, he immediately turned into a rainbow, plunged into the "small world", blended into it in a blink of an eye, and disappeared.

At this moment, the sea of ​​spirits and souls suddenly became calm, without any waves.

On the surface of the mirror-like sea, an endless, complicated and densely intertwined world of "strings" is suddenly reflected.

Every moment, the endless silk strings are constantly vibrating and intertwining, and every vibration will inspire colorful, incomparably gorgeous light colors, and even more "colors" that are indescribable by human beings are reflected and radiated in the sea of ​​spirits. Incomprehensible, even more indescribable subtle "fluctuations".

Open the endless "string balls" layer upon layer, and in the depths of the sea of ​​souls, one can faintly "see" a rainbow flowing in an extremely complex and magnificent "string world" with red, orange, red, green, blue, purple and seven colors as the main body. In, non-stop walking, non-stop blending.

And with the continuous vibration and interweaving of the "silk strings" in the seven-color string world, the rainbow flow also appeared in seven colors. Later, the red and purple colors faintly suppressed the other five colors and became the main body of the rainbow flow.

When Zhao Sheng's soul was immersed in the world of star god consciousness, constantly comprehending the way of the sun, Zhao Jingyu, who was sleeping next to him, suddenly opened his eyelids, turned his head and looked over, and two sharp rays of light shot out from his cloudy old eyes.

Just now, he suddenly lost his sense of the Sixteenth Patriarch, as if the spirit of the other party suddenly jumped out of this world, and he didn't know where he was going?

But after only two breaths, the opponent suddenly became "vigorous", and various mental fluctuations resurfaced.

After Zhao Jingyu saw this scene, he felt relieved, and was about to lower his eyelids, but he didn't want the Sixteenth Patriarch next to him to speak suddenly.

"I thought about it, the reason why you are cut off from the road ahead should be because you strayed into a wrong road."

Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it fell into Zhao Jingyu's ears like a thunderbolt.

He suddenly sat up straight from the reclining chair, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You said Wu Sheng went wrong together?!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Sheng explained: "Of course you are right in the realm of Martial Saints! What I mean is that you have tapped the potential of the Mangu bloodline, and you have gone in the wrong direction."

"Oh, I would like to hear more about it." Zhao Jingyu was relieved and said indifferently.

He didn't think the Sixteenth Patriarch could make any earth-shattering suggestions.Could it be that a cultivator with a thin bloodline is more proficient in martial arts than him? I'm afraid he doesn't even know the true meaning of Mangu's bloodline!
"I heard you said before that the key to becoming a Martial Saint is to break through the will of martial arts to break through the will barriers of the cells in the body, so as to guide the internal power of the cells, and merge with the innate Gang Qi to form the Gang Yuan Force, and finally become a Martial Saint."

Zhao Jingyu was not surprised by the Sixteenth Patriarch's statement, and simply admitted: "Yes, although the general process is the same, but the various dangers in the middle are hard to describe in words, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a narrow escape."

Zhao Sheng pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "Ancestor Qingyang once left a comment on the Mangu bloodline, do you know which one it is?"

After Zhao Jingyu listened, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry to say the answer, but quietly waited for the other party's response.

After a while, Zhao Jingyu slowly lay back on the reclining chair, and said weakly, "Are you referring to the phrase 'fighting against the sky and fighting against the earth'?"

"That's exactly what you said. I think you have no shortage of brave fighters who are 'fighting against the sky' and fearing death, but so far no one has really understood the meaning of 'resisting the ancients and disobeying the sky'."

"Oh, really?"

Zhao Sheng nodded: "The Mangu family is a born fighter and never fears the sky! Although you also have Mangu blood, but because you have been influenced by the concept of "cultivating immortals first" in your family since childhood, you always fear the sky from the bottom of your heart. The holy realm is a new breakthrough in martial arts, but as far as the ancient blood is concerned, you are missing a crucial link."

"...The lack of the test of the sky means the lack of the test of the catastrophe."

Without waiting for Zhao Jingyu to raise a question, Zhao Sheng suddenly sped up his speech: "As for the will of the cell, it should not be broken, but surrendered, just like a cultivator surrenders the heart ape. It is not an enemy, but your 'partner' .Use the will of martial arts to assimilate the will of the cells to maximize the potential of the bloodline. After passing the test of the catastrophe, the potential of the bloodline will be stimulated again, and thus step into the unknown martial realm that is higher than the martial saint."

"Martial Dao Heavenly Tribulation?" Zhao Jingyu was shocked immediately. Even though his imagination was against the sky, he never thought that warriors would have to go through the test of Heavenly Tribulation like immortal cultivators.

"This is so absurd!" He muttered to himself, but there was a faint realization in his heart that what the other party said seemed to make sense.

Back then, on the day when he was promoted to Martial Saint, he had faintly sensed some dangerous sign in his heart, the source came from the heavens, but it dissipated soon, and he thought it was an illusion at the time.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

For the immortal cultivator to condense the golden elixir, he still needs to experience the golden elixir thunder calamity.

So the martial saint whose strength is comparable to that of Jindan Daoist, doesn't he have to accept the test of Heavenly Tribulation?
The way of heaven is inhumane, and treats everything as a straw dog!
How could the sky "treat Wu Sheng differently".

Unless the Martial Saint's way forward is cut off, he is destined not to threaten the sky.

"Surrender, assimilate! How to assimilate? How to surrender?"

When Zhao Jingyu was awakened by a word and fell into deep thought, Zhao Sheng quietly left behind a jade slip, and then escaped away.

……

Duan Guang flew into Qingming, but he did not return to Binghuo Peak's cave, but flew for thirty miles and came to the sky above a large spiritual field.

Suddenly, fire light fell from the sky, passed through an invisible barrier of spiritual energy, and landed on the edge of a spiritual field full of dragon tooth rice, revealing Zhao Sheng's figure.

This spiritual field is about [-] steps long and [-] steps wide, with an area of ​​about ten mu. The spiritual rice in the field is lush and green. The spiritual rice is like a small tree, more than ten feet high, and the rice stalks are full. Some have thick arms, and the leaves are slender and drooping, rippling and dancing in the wind like willow leaves.

Among the layers of green leaves, one can faintly see three-foot-long ears of rice rising to the sky like long swords, dense as a forest, and also exuding a faint white awn.

Dragon tooth rice is a heterogeneous species of spiritual rice. It is usually harvested every three years, and each mu produces a thousand grains of dragon tooth rice, and one grain weighs one catty.

Ripe dragon tooth rice is as long as a palm, with thick fingers, crystal clear like white jade, hard like iron, not only has an excellent taste, but also full of aura, it can be called the best in Lingmi.

Eating dragon tooth rice on a daily basis is not only good for cultivation, but also can greatly improve physical fitness.

Standing by the edge of the field, Zhao Sheng's eyes surged with divine light, and strands of spiritual thoughts shot out, intertwined and stacked in the air in an instant, weaving an extremely complicated spherical configuration.

puff!

With the flickering of thoughts, a large fireball with a diameter of two feet suddenly condensed out of thin air above the Lingtian. The fireball burned blazingly, countless flames rolled, and colorful colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple appeared.

The flames of seven colors blended quickly, and the big fireball quickly turned into a "light ball" that steadily released a large amount of white light. From a distance, it looked like there was an extra "sun" in the spiritual field.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were like lightning, and his divine thoughts were constantly outputting. While maintaining the stability of the "sun", he carefully adjusted the configuration of the spell.

The aura of the surrounding world was attracted one after another, sinking into the "sun" like a moth to a flame, becoming the fuel for it to keep burning.

boom!
After a few breaths, the big fireball suddenly twisted and then collapsed.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to disperse the mana of the riot, and then released strands of divine thoughts to continue weaving new spell configurations.

In the blink of an eye, a new "sun" reappeared above Lingtian.

This time, the sun lasted for half an hour before distorting and collapsing.

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry, he dispelled the aftermath of mana again, and continued to weave the "sun".

When the sun was setting and the sky was full of stars, after hundreds of consecutive failures, Zhao Sheng finally constructed a relatively stable and efficient spell configuration.

This time, the "sun" burned for less than half an hour, still emitting a very steady white and soft light, shining on the surrounding ten acres of spiritual fields.

Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction. This "Fate Flame" has already taken shape, but it still lacks...

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head to look to the east, and at this moment, an old farmer in Tsing Yi was walking over cautiously a few tens of meters away, with a cautious and awe-inspiring expression on his face.

Zhao Sheng waved at him, and then sent a divine thought.

The old farmer in Tsing Yi was shocked, and immediately trotted forward, checked to the end, and shouted in awe: "Gentlemen, senior, what orders do you have?"

"What's your name? You take care of this Longya rice field?"

"Back to the senior, the little old man Zhou Xiang. The ten acres of spiritual fields around here are just served by the little old man."

"Well, come here, don't be afraid." Zhao Sheng nodded and greeted again.

The old farmer in Tsing Yi walked to him tremblingly, secretly looking at the big fireball in the field from time to time.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his hand, and when he looked down, he saw blood and flesh rolled up on the back of his hand, and blood flowed from the wound on his thumb and dripped to the ground.

Seeing this, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he was about to collapse to the ground.

His aptitude is too poor, he has practiced for decades, and he only has the third level of Qi Refining. Facing an unpredictable senior, he can't think of desperately.

But in the next moment, an invisible force suddenly imprisoned his body, and then there was a bright, emerald green spirit stone in front of his eyes, which was actually middle-grade!

"Don't be afraid, this spirit stone is considered an apology."

Hearing this, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was suddenly not afraid, and instead showed joy.

One middle-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

He has been busy for three years. After harvesting ten acres of longya rice, paying the rent, and selling the remaining Lingmi, he can only earn 70 yuan of low-grade Lingshi.

Suddenly, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was full of anticipation, hoping to get more rewards.

At this time, Zhao Sheng ordered: "Stretch out your hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the old farmer relaxed.

He hurriedly followed the instructions, stretched out his bloody right hand, and at the same time grabbed the spirit stone with his left hand, and stuffed it into his arms.

As Zhao Sheng's mind turned, he saw the "sun" above the Lingtian suddenly split a white light, which shot directly, covering the injured right hand.