Name: Zhao Qingyang (Zhao Sheng)

Shou Yuan: 236/236

Realm: Pre-infancy

Profession: Fourth-Order Alchemist, Third-Order Talisman Master, Third-Order Alchemist, Second-Order Array Mage,

【Constitution:】Golden Fire Twin Spirit Root (Ground Level), Barbarian Ancient Battle Body (Ground Level)

【Talents:】Faerie Vision (Remnant)

【Skill:】

Exercises: Golden Crow Burning Heaven Jue (Consummation), Star God Thousand Heart Jue (Dacheng), Taiqing Jiuyang Gong (Xiaocheng), Wangqi Technique (Dacheng)

Refining: Immortal Golden Body (Dacheng), Vacuum Shattering Yue Gong (Perfection), Four Phases of Heaven and Man (Half-step Dacheng)

Baiyi: Taoism (...) Talisman (...), Alchemy (...), Refining Vessel (...) ), Yujutsu (...) ）

……

"The Sixth Life Ends, and the Settlement ......"

In the vast void, a ray of divine light instantly illuminated the chaos, and then a long and jade figure walked out of the light.

The Book of Hundred Generations emerged, sprinkled with thousands of clear light, and the jade pages quickly turned over, and finally stopped on the sixth page.

In an instant, countless pictures and memories flowed through his heart, and Zhao Sheng's expression was slightly regretful.

At this moment, a loud and clear voice suddenly resounded through the chaos:

"The settlement is complete, and the final evaluation of the sixth life is: A Xia."

"Evaluation Reward: A Prefecture-level Inheritance (Split)

You can choose from constitution, skill, talent, and class inheritance, please choose? ”

Zhao Sheng's face was struggling, and he thought for a long time before he spoke: "Choose to inherit the Golden Fire Twin Spirit Root Physique!"

"Inheriting..."

"Ground-level spiritual root physique, inherited!"

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

There is only one prefecture-level inheritance, and although he is reluctant and very heartbroken, he can only give up the fairy vision and the barbarian battle body.

Bite!

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

"The achievements are as follows: first, to collect a self-demon (Xuan), second, to successfully step out of the world (Xuan); Third, the beginning of the cross-border ancient clan (Xuan); Fourth, promote Yuanying (ground); 5. Survive the Three Killings (Land)

"Achievement Rewards: Five random rewards in two places and three mysteries (hint: high-tier rewards can be split into three low-tier rewards).

It can be randomly selected from the constitution, skills, talents, and professions, or it can be replaced with an ability level, please choose? ”

After listening to this, Zhao Sheng thought for a while, and said tentatively: "Can the Xuan-level reward be combined into a prefecture-level reward?"

"Yes!"

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

Bite!

"Synthesizing...... Synthesis successful! ”

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

He now has three Celestial Tier Rewards, which can be combined into a Celestial Tier Reward or not.

Alas!

Zhao Sheng was very distressed, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "Baishishu, I remember that in the previous life, I once retained two Xuan-level permissions?"

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

That's right!

Zhao Sheng nodded, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Let's draw a Xuan-level one first, just draw it from the talent!"

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

Soon, one of the balls of light rapidly expanded, bursting open all at once, scattering into countless points of light.

"Drawing... Congratulations on drawing the Xuan-level talent Shapeshift. ”

[Shapeshift: Within the field of vision, any shadow is your foothold, and the number of times you activate it is three times a day. 】

Good!

When Zhao Sheng saw this talent, he couldn't help but lift his spirits, and said decisively: "Consume a prefecture-level reward, and choose to promote the shape-shifting and shadow-changing talent."

"Talent promotion... Congratulations to the talent for being promoted to Phase Shift. ”

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

A moment later, one command after another sounded in the chaos:

"Retain the Xuan-level inheritance!"

"Keep a prefecture-level reward!"

"Consume a prefecture level and then extract, choose to extract physique,"

"Drawing... Congratulations to the host for winning the ground-level physique and being reborn. ”

……

In the seventh period of the Tiandao calendar in 1145, the Great Gu Heavenly Dynasty, Hufeng County.

"Life is slim, and providence is boundless. The ghost is happy, when the door of life..."

Whew~Whew!

“… Heaven is noble, ghosts are noble, heaven-

Call~

In the scripture hall, Wu Changyong, the master of the scripture hall, is talking about the essence of the Heavenly Dao Sutra with great interest.

However, the sound of snoring always interrupted his interest.

Wu Changyong stopped abruptly, his old face was long, and he looked coldly at the place where the voice came from.

The Dao Tong also gloated and turned their heads to look at the middle seat in the first row, a child in a gorgeous robe with a smooth head and a thin body was sleeping soundly on the table.

"Hee-hee!"

"Sanbao, why is he sleeping in the hall again? Could it be that the temple worshippers secretly opened a small stove for him again? Hmph, that's so unfair! ”

"Shhh ... People are precious! ”

"Silence!"

A sound came out, and the hall was silent.

Wu Changyong shook his head, ignoring the trembling Dao boys below, and with a flick of his fingers, a streamer flew out, which happened to hit the bare braincase.

Winter!

A clear sound of wooden fish exploded, and the child lying on the table sat up reluctantly, sleepy-eyed.

But soon, the child's eyes cleared, and then a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he changed back to an ignorant appearance.

"Three Treasures, recite the entire text of the "Heavenly Dao Sutra" for me." Wu Changyong took out the majesty of the division commander, and his tone was extremely serious.

"Uh... There is a way in heaven, but there is impermanence in the way of ghosts... Life is slim, and providence is boundless. Ghost is happy, when life is ......"

After the tea, the entire 2,399 words of the "Heavenly Dao Sutra" were recited word by word by this child.

Wu Changyong was silent for a moment after listening, then nodded, and commanded in a calm tone: "I have a good back, I will take you a credit, sit down!"

Under the surprised and puzzled gaze of the Dao Tong next to him, Zhao Sheng sat back in his seat generously.

"Sanbao, he seems to have changed into a different person, and he can actually memorize scriptures!"

"Hey, isn't Sanbao a word eater? Why..."

"Damn, was he playing dumb before! If this is the case, this son will inevitably hinder our path in the future. Xinyi, after class, you are like this..."

After a short interlude, Wu Changyong continued to talk about the various subtleties and subtleties of the Sutra.

The Taoist children quickly withdrew their gaze and listened attentively to the master's lecture.

For them who are new to the Dao Gate, it is very rare for a scripture master in the late stage of Qi refining to come forward to teach the scriptures in person.

However, in Zhao Sheng's ears, Wu Changyong's explanation was really shallow, and it was better for him to recite the scriptures silently, and his true meaning was revealed.

As far as the eye can see, the scripture hall is antique, the ebony wooden beams stand horizontally, the ground is paved with large blue bricks, rows of mahogany tables are placed horizontally and vertically, a Shinto picture scroll is hung on the wall around the surrounding walls, there are eight three-foot high prayer flags standing around the central altar, a purple incense burner is erected in the corner, and the surging aroma floats out from the furnace hole, and the smell is refreshing.

Smelling the surging incense, Zhao Sheng quickly emptied his mind, and a large number of memories of this life poured into his mind.

“... Heavenly Taoism... Great Gu Heavenly Dynasty... Requiem Temple... Master Bao Hat... Orphan... Taoism..."

Well?

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

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

“... Maybe the war between the two worlds... There must have been people who have been plundered to this realm, and the most sinister situation... No, you have to find out how many years have passed since the previous life in this life! ”

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

As soon as half an hour passed, Wu Changyong, the master of the scripture, suddenly stopped, rolled up the jade page on the table, walked off the scripture platform, and walked away without looking back.

Classes are over,

There was a sudden uproar in the scripture hall, and all the Taoist children got up to fight and ran out of the hall together.

This is, a brilliant-faced kid had to run to Zhao Sheng's table and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Bao, I recently got a pair of rhino horns, which are very fierce. Are you interested in getting a hand? ”

The rhinoceros horn is brutal and fierce by nature, and is the most aggressive.

In the Requiem Temple, there is a popular fighting game called rhino gladiatorial fighting among a group of Taoist children, and Sambo was very obsessed with this fighting game before, and he was also very good at gambling.

For this reason, I lost a lot of spirit stone pills.

However, at this time, no one knew that Sambo had changed a person from the inside out.

Zhao Sheng glanced at this kid, and refused with a cold expression: "Don't go!"

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

"Senior Brother Sanbao, Sanbao..." Seeing this, the kid hurriedly chased after him.

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

"Damn!" The pink-faced boy scolded.

This is, a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes walked over from behind, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Sanbao, how many spirit stones do you owe so far?"

"Plus the interest, it's only a hundred spirit stones, which is not enough to pay!"

"Big brother, Sanbao, this idiot, why did he change his temper today? This is not usually the case. Did you say he found out—"

"Shut up!"

……

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

Walking through the temples and houses, there were bursts of chanting in his ears from time to time.

The people they met along the way, as soon as they saw him, they all bowed down very respectfully.

In the face of such a big salute, Zhao Sheng seemed to have already adapted to it, just nodded lightly, and walked past these people.

Since ancient times, the theory of innate nobility in the Ghost God Realm can be said to be deep-rooted, and it is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It has become a matter of course to divide the human race level by the bloodline of the Dao race.

Zhao Sheng is a natural Dao seed of the Golden Fire Twin Spirit Root, and his innate personality is above hundreds of millions of mortals.

In the Requiem Temple, Zhao Sheng is also one of the only seven Taoist children who have been recorded in the Taoist Disc Jade Book, and his status is high, second only to the temple treasure, Wu Changyong, the master of Jiao, Pan Yifeng and a few others.

However......

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

This person is dressed in a plain green robe, and the material of the clothes is far less luxurious than Zhao Sheng's robe, but this person exudes a strong aura of slaughter, and he has an awe-inspiring majesty.

"Senior Brother Bao, the temple worship lord is invited!" As soon as he saw Zhao Sheng, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and said softly.

"Hmph, lead the way!" Zhao Sheng glanced at the other party with contempt, with a proud and disgusting look.

Since childhood, Sambo has heard too much flattery, and he is always highly sought after and flattered by everyone on weekdays, so that he has developed an arrogant and arrogant temperament.

Any ordinary person who has no spiritual roots, he doesn't pay attention to it.

Even if this person is a martial sect that has a number of temple protectors in the Requiem Temple, he is no exception.

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

He stepped along, a strange color appearing in his eyes.

Requiem Temple covers an area of vast area, there are thousands of acres, and the main building complex continuously occupies the entire sunny side of Qingyang Mountain.

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

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

The middle-aged man leaned slightly sideways and made a gesture of please: "Senior brother, the adults are inside, please come in!"

Zhao Sheng paused when he heard this, then took another step and walked into the cave with an expressionless face.

As soon as he entered the cave, the stone door at the entrance of the cave suddenly closed, and the ever-bright lamps on the walls of the cave on both sides suddenly lit up, releasing a faint yellow fire.

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

But he didn't stop, and walked deeper along the passage.

Walking more than ten feet away, the sound of crying and moaning faintly came into my ears.

After a few steps, the walls of the cave were lined with iron bars made of thick steel pillars of children's arms, and behind the bars were stinking cells.

The cell was dark, and in the corner lay a deformed body.

Along the way, I saw a pair of arms that were either thin, hairy, or scaly sticking out from the middle of the fence.

Crying and begging for mercy, endlessly!

Zhao Sheng seemed to have been here many times, he was unmoved, his footsteps were not chaotic, and he walked through the middle of the passage without looking.

In a short time, he came to a bright and spacious stone chamber, and in the center of the stone chamber was a rectangular stone platform.

On the stone platform lay a young body about five feet long, and the air was filled with a strange scent, as well as the surging 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 to him was busy with something, and the willow leaf sharp knife in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light.

From the back, this person is wearing a golden robe, hairpin hair and hat, blue hair on both sideburns, and a long beard hanging down the chin.

It looks quite fairy.

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

"Master, you called me?"

"Well, come here as soon as you're here." Bao shouted without looking back.

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

"Reach out, bleed!" Bao Yan ordered very dryly.

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

In the next second, the blood exploded!