Best Ascension

Chapter 423 Befriend Yan Mo
Three days passed in a flash.

Yan Jiu, the spirit bone monster and others turned the black boat inside out, but they didn't find any trace of the two people.

"Okay, what should we do now? Brother Yan, you have to come up with an idea!"

In the hall on the upper floor of the black ship, the bones of the old monster spirit bone were rattling impatiently, and he simply used words to secretly urge the middle-aged Yinjiu.

Seeing that other colleagues were silent, Yan Jiu's face became more gloomy, and he said coldly: "I will report this matter to Master, so you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, he jumped up against the table, black light burst out all over his body, and instantly turned into a black rainbow light and swept out of the hall.

"Hmph, what if you have a good master! How can this official be so arrogant in front of us!"

"Jie Jie, Yan Jiu will eventually end up in the same tragic end as the previous ones. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see! Spirit bone, you say so!"

"Bah, you unrestrained idiot, do you want to die? How dare you make up the affairs of Lord Yan Mo! Be careful that you will be sent to Yan Tu Demon Prison, where you will suffer for thousands of years."

"Brother Bone, don't scare ghosts, I didn't say anything just now!"

Just when Shamo was trembling with fear from Linggu's words, Yan Jiu also tremblingly came to the top floor of the black ship.

This is a hundred-foot-large circular square. The ground, the dome and the surrounding walls are all paved with extremely rare black dark gold. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, with a faint black light shining.

In the deepest part of the square stood a three-foot-high pitch-black portal, and a strange and mysterious vortex was slowly rotating in the center of the portal.

At first glance, the weird vortex seems to have an indescribable attraction, which makes people have an irresistible urge to plunge into the vortex.

Yan Jiu guarded his mind and hurried to the door, not daring to look up at the weird vortex.

He was sweating on his forehead, and after hesitating for a long time, he sent a strand of consciousness to the whirlpool tremblingly.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Jiu didn't even dare to breathe, and his heart became more and more frightened.

suddenly,

The strange vortex in the center of the portal trembled slightly, layers of black light poured out from the depths of the vortex like a tide, and a majestic and coercive pressure followed, filling the square mightily.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jiu immediately bowed his head and knelt down, and shouted reverently and respectfully: "Disciple welcomes Master to leave the customs!"

pat!

A green boot inlaid with ten thousand years of exorcising evil jade suddenly appeared in Yan Jiu's sight, and at the same time, an indifferent voice came to his ears from top to bottom:

"Xiao Jiu, this deity retreated to comprehend a great supernatural power, but was disturbed by you at a critical moment! You'd better give this deity a satisfactory explanation!"

After hearing this, Yan Jiu was shocked, but knowing his master's cold heart, he never dared to hide a little bit, and he didn't dare to make any embellishments, so he could only honestly tell the cause and effect in detail.

"waste!"

Even though there were only two words, Yan Jiu, it sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, breaking his heart and mind, and chilling his bones!

"Master, please forgive me!"

Before he finished speaking, a jet-black phantom suddenly entered from above his head.

In an instant, Yan Jiu's face was extremely distorted, and he was rolling on the ground with his hands in his arms, his body wasting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, he became skinny and skinny, looking like a living skeleton, weird and terrifying.

With a squeak, a bloody specter suddenly flew out of Yan Jiulu's gate, burrowed into a white palm like jade, and disappeared.

Contrary to the imagination of the world, the patriarch Yan Mo is not a terrifying image of being gloomy all day long, with a pale and ferocious face like a ghost.

In fact, on the contrary, the ancestor Yan Mo was born with a good skin, his facial features are as handsome as a monster, his figure is tall and straight, his temperament is elegant and easy-going, and he is as gentle as jade.

If you don't know the true identity of Yan Mo Patriarch.When the world saw him, the first impression was that he was a handsome scholar who had read a lot of poetry and books and was personable.

However, Yan Mo's methods are so cruel and cruel that even the demons and heretics are terrified.

As soon as Yan Jiu regained consciousness from the severe pain, he subconsciously turned over and lay down on the ground, shouting gratefully: "Apprentice, thank you master for not killing me!"

"In the future, use snacks! Don't be like those idiots in front, always interrupting the practice of this deity!"

Although the voice of Yan Mo's ancestor was indifferent and ruthless, it was as beautiful as a fairy's voice in Yan Jiu's ears.

"I will do my best in the future, and I will never make any mistakes again." He kowtowed repeatedly as if he had been pardoned.

Ancestor Yan Mo didn't care about his apprentice's loyal performance.

He raised his head and looked around, his eyes as black as iron suddenly glowed with a faint green light.

In an instant, a torrential and huge spiritual storm erupted from between his brows, sweeping away in all directions in an instant.

In just one breath of time, the entire domain spaceship was shrouded in divine thoughts, and all the creatures on board were under the control of Yan Mo Patriarch.

But the ancestor Yan Mo frowned slightly, and muttered to himself: "Yan Mo is here. I wonder which fellow Taoist is boarding this ship? Please show up and see."

With the storm of divine sense, this voice spread mightily on the extremely high-end spiritual level. If it hadn't reached the Nascent Soul realm, it would be impossible to detect any abnormalities at all.

"not good"

In a secret storehouse on the lower level of the black ship, Han Mu, the abandoned disciple, changed his expression abruptly after asking about it, and snapped his fingers abruptly.
Snapped!
Suddenly, the shadow behind him flew up from the floor like a living creature, swallowing his master in one bite.

In the next moment, the shadow rushed out and merged into the surrounding darkness in an instant.

At the same time, Zhao Sheng was meditating in a cabin, and a majestic spiritual storm roared past, but he didn't notice anything strange here.

The sound transmission of the spiritual thoughts of the ancestor Yan Mo also came into his mind. Zhao Sheng only moved his thoughts slightly, then blocked the noise and ignored it.

The time has not come, and now is not the time to meet with the ancestor Yan Mo!
After receiving no response for a long time, Patriarch Yan Mo used various secret methods to find traces one after another, but they found nothing.

After a cup of tea, Ancestor Yan Mo frowned even tighter, and slowly gave up the futile search.

The fact that those two mysterious people escaped his search just showed that the two of them were not simple, at least they were of the same path in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Ancestor Yan Mo thought about it again, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "Since you don't want to show up, let him go! As long as you are still on the boat, Ren Er's whereabouts are treacherous and unpredictable, and you can't turn the world around." .”

Despite thinking this way, the ancestor Yan Mo's face sank like water, and he said indifferently: "Xiao Jiu, tell me to go down, and the whole ship will activate the second-level security. If anyone finds the traces of those two people, I will reward you."

"Obey, Master!" Yan Jiuqiang endured the fear and kowtowed deeply.

When he raised his head again, he saw that the figure of Patriarch Yan Mo had disappeared, only the weird vortex in the center of the portal, emitting a faint evil intention.

Seeing this, Yan Jiu quietly exited the square, and then gave an order, all members of the Black Ship and tens of thousands of demon slave puppets quickly moved into action, formed a large number of patrol teams, and began to patrol and search every room repeatedly all day long .

However, how can they discover the whereabouts of the two Yuanying Patriarchs, and any actions they take are destined to be in vain.

……

Five years passed in a flash.

The black ship of the realm has already flown through tens of billions of miles of void, gradually approaching the final destination: the world of the dark night.

Through the narrow crystal window, one can see in the depths of the deep and dark void, a blue and green "world" that is only the size of an eyeball, and it is always full of vitality.

In a cabin in the middle of the black ship, Zhao Sheng slowly woke up from the deepest darkness, and muttered to himself: "980 people! Alas, the improvement of mental power is too slow! How did Master Dayan calculate the infinite number beyond 31 million digits? Could it be that he is really gifted? Or does he have another trick?"

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Sheng still felt that there must be some kind of special calculation secret method in Tianshuliu, but Huang Yu didn't teach it to him.

Of course, Zhao Sheng can also understand Huang Yu's approach.He himself is not the core descendant of the Tianshu School, so how could Huang Yu teach the core secret method of this school to an outsider.

"Fortunately, the Thousand Hearts Art has made a major breakthrough. After arriving in the Night Realm, we need to find a secret place as soon as possible, and try to reassemble the Thousand Hearts consciousness into a hundred souls."

This thought flashed across Zhao Sheng's mind, and then an unusually strong divine thought suddenly burst out from his brows, spreading and permeating the entire black ship in a blink of an eye.

In the next second, a large black light burst out from the door on the top floor of the black ship.

The black light was like a tide, crashing into the surrounding golden walls and reflecting back, turning into thick black clouds, and charging the bull with evil spirit.

Amidst the roiling clouds, Yan Mo Patriarch appeared silently, with a serious expression on his face.

"I don't know which fellow came to visit, Yan Mo is very happy, please show up and see fellow daoists!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Sheng walked into the square with a calm expression, and looked at the ancestor Yan Mo calmly.

Seeing this situation, Patriarch Yan Mo became more careful, not daring to underestimate the other party.

Because the tyrannical spirit emanating from this stranger is not inferior to his own at all, he must be another late Nascent Soul comrade.

Ancestor Yan Mo was shocked, but also felt very strange.

He has traveled across the two worlds for thousands of years, and he has a good understanding of most of the Nascent Soul fellows, especially those of the late Nascent Soul who are at the same level as him.

However, he had never seen the person in front of him, and he knew nothing about it. He had counted all the late Nascent Soul monks who knew about it, but none of them could match him up.

Ancestor Yan Mo's thoughts turned, but there was a kind smile on his face, and he said in a gentle voice: "Fellow Daoist looks a bit strange, don't you know You Gao's name?"

"Haha, I'm being rude, fellow Daoist Yan Mo. Don't blame me. I'm a loose person in the sky, from the world of the night, because I haven't walked in the two realms for a long time. It's only natural that fellow daoists don't know each other."

Zhao Sheng took two steps closer, and stood still when he was less than three feet away from the ancestor Yan Mo, showing no fear.

Ancestor Yan Mo was a little surprised, and after thinking about it in his heart, he couldn't remember who the master of Tianqiong Sanren was?
Zhao Sheng looked at his words, and then explained: "Fellow Yan Mo, don't bother remembering. I can barely be regarded as an ascetic monk. In his early years, he devoted himself to cultivation and rarely showed his face in the night world.

After becoming a baby, he followed his comrades to explore the Shenxu.Afterwards, the comrades fell unexpectedly one after another, and they were lost in the Shenxu for nearly 800 years. Later, they escaped by luck and went to the Nether God Realm to heal their wounds by chance.

The reason why I avoided seeing him before was because my injury was not healed, so it was inconvenient to show up.Fellow Daoists, don't worry too much! "

Ancestor Yan Mo was half-believing after hearing this, but without delaying his confident smile, he said, "I don't want the experience of fellow Taoist Tianqiong to be so twists and turns. Not only did fellow Taoist get out of the Shenxu market alive, but he also cultivated so hard The old man is deeply impressed!"

"The old man is very curious about the experience of fellow daoist over the years. If fellow daoist Tianqiong has time, you might as well go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with the old man to talk about it, please!"

"I don't dare to ask my ears!" Zhao Sheng said with a slight smile as he rolled his eyes.

Half an hour later, in a hall full of fairy air, thousands of slim phantoms were changing endlessly in the midair, and the weather was strange. It is full of many delicacies.

".It turns out that brother Tianqiong is from the Nine Monsters Continent. What a coincidence, the old man was also born in the Nine Monsters Continent, and my family belongs to the corpse mushroom clan."

"Brother Yan Mo is really frank. You must know that the reputation of the corpse mushroom clan has always been bad in the Nine Monster Continent. And it has formed too much hatred with the human race."

"Hehe! In our position, we only have one heart and one mind. How can hatred between races affect our aspirations." This is what the ancestor Yan Mo said, and he thought so in his heart.

In fact, his remarks were very popular among the great monks in the late Yuanying period, and it can be regarded as a kind of public opinion.

We must know that every Nascent Soul Late Stage, whether it is a top grandmaster who has just passed the seven thresholds, or half-stepped into the realm of transforming gods.

As long as the Huashen does not come out, the great monks in the late Yuanying period can be regarded as the overlord of one party.

At this point, the concept of race has been downplayed among the great monks, and there is only a firm heart in their hearts to sprint towards the God of Transformation.

"Fellow Yan Mo's words are reasonable, but I have narrow-minded views." Although Zhao Sheng disagreed with the other party's statement, he would not deliberately insist on it.

Speaking of which, Zhao Sheng intends to make friends with this person.Because the ancestor Yan Mo, as the master of the black boat, not only has a wide range of friends and well-informed information, but also must have a profound wealth background.

Zhao Sheng has just arrived, and there are few news channels.How could he miss the opportunity to make friends with this person.

After some chatting and discussing the law, Zhao Sheng talked eloquently, and every word he uttered was often sobering.

After doing so several times, the patriarch Yan Mo has gained a lot, so far he dare not underestimate the other party, he has been regarded by Zhao Sheng as a top fellow with profound Taoism, and he has no doubt that the other party's real cultivation is only at the third level of Yuanying.

At this time, after Zhao Sheng finished his understanding of the way of luck, he suddenly sighed for no reason, and then stopped talking.

Ancestor Yan Mo was really curious, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Tianqiong said well, why are you sighing for no reason?"

Zhao Sheng's face straightened, and he asked seriously: "This position is in the void outside the territory, and is not under the supervision of the two realms of heaven. I would venture to ask fellow Taoist Yan Mo, do you still have extravagant hopes for the ultimate realm of transforming gods? Thinking of those who have been reduced to Senior Blood God Son, it is inevitable that I feel a little hopeless in my heart."

As soon as these words came out, Patriarch Yan Mo's expression changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)