"I love grilled chicken wings~"

When Zhang Zifan took off the chicken wings dripping with oil on the charcoal fire and was about to taste the latest growth of his group of favorite generals, he suddenly frowned.

"Someone ascended so quickly?"

Zhang Zifan lifted the chicken wings, got up and hurriedly ran towards the backyard.

......

In Zhang Zifan's backyard, in the gap between two small pebbles.

"The old man succeeded?"

The ghost Taoist held the white flag, and his chest rose and fell violently.

But he is not embarrassed, in fact, except for a little scorched black caused by thunder entering his body, his whole person is in quite good condition.

"Why does the old man think that this Flying Ascension Thunder Tribulation is easier to deal with than dealing with a Consummation Realm cultivator, and it is not as dangerous as Senior Brother said?"

With such a thought rising in his heart, the ghost Taoist hurriedly raised his eyes and looked around.

He found himself in the middle of a valley.

The sky-covered boulders lie on the left and right sides, leaving only a glimmer of blue sky.

"The aura here is really rich and abnormal. ”

The ghost man only felt that he could breathe at will, as if he could gain great power.

In fact, he was right to feel this way.

Like a tiny ant, its strength is proportionally greater than that of an elephant.

There is a theory that the extinction of both dinosaurs and giant insects is related to the decline in oxygen levels on Earth.

It can be seen that when the size of the organism becomes small, the oxygen in the air and the aura become relatively abundant.

Therefore, at this time, the ghost Dao people only felt that this dark canyon was many times stronger than the Demon Cloud Cave Mansion that he and his senior brother had painstakingly built for more than two hundred years.

If he cultivated in such a place for two hundred years, even if his qualifications were not as good as those of his senior brother, he would definitely be able to throw him away from him in the path of cultivation.

The ghost Taoist calmed down slightly, and decided to walk out of this huge and deep canyon first to see the magnificent fairy scenery outside.

However, he found that the cliffs on both sides were not only as high as 10,000 feet, but also extremely smooth, and there was no place to put his feet.

"Drink!"

The ghost Taoist was lucky, and slammed towards the cliff.

The ghost palm, this is an unforgettable memory for the entire Tang Dynasty.

Two hundred years ago, it was this ghostly palm that killed Li Rui, the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, with one blow, shocking the world.

With the profound cultivation of the ghost Dao people, the power of this Netherworld Ghost Palm is no longer comparable to the past.

He is confident that this palm, the people who can be taken over in Datang are only a handful.

Even if the senior brother is reincarnated, he will not dare to trust him.

However, the extremely confident palm of the ghost Taoist was imprinted on the rock wall, leaving only the concave mark of a palm, and there was no effect of a landslide and a ground crack.

But he was not discouraged, but showed an expression that was really like this: "It is worthy of being an immortal mountain, and the old man is just an ant in front of it." ”

Recognizing the facts, the ghost Taoist also put away his mind to break through the cliff, and honestly explored along the valley like a mortal.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, my eyes gradually became brighter.

A cheerful world slowly emerged.

However, before the ghost Taoist could see the truth, suddenly a black shadow with a fishy wind attacked him.

The ghost Taoist hurriedly turned over and bent down, but he could avoid it, and then looked at it, and it was actually a huge fierce beast that couldn't see the whole picture clearly, staring at him with teeth and claws.

"Is this the Dragon?"

The ghost man was taken aback, the evil dragon was extremely stinking and covered in slime, rolling and moving in the earth, kicking up a large amount of dust.

Unexpectedly, this fairy world was so dangerous, and the ghost Taoist hurriedly unfolded the white banner and began to fight with the "evil dragon".

......

Zhang Zifan hurried to the backyard, and according to the system's prompts, he finally saw his first ascendant on the gravel ground in the center of the courtyard.

He was like a flea, scurrying around on the ground, and even emitted some colorful light waves, which looked very powerful.

And in front of the ghost man, a slug slowly wriggled, and colorful light waves hit it, only making it twitch slightly, but it couldn't stop it from advancing.

"Hmm...... In the face of absolute power, is any show pointless?"

Zhang Zifan touched his chin and watched the shocking battle in the backyard.

Thanks to the blessing of the system, as long as you move the bench and sit far away, you can watch this dragon fight, and you don't have to worry about not seeing clearly.

As an outside miscellaneous disciple of a third-rate sect in a third-rate country, when had Zhang Zifan ever seen such a wonderful battle.

Although the proportion has been reduced, the ghost Dao body method, moves, and understanding of combat are not at all understandable to a rookie like Zhang Zifan.

Zhang Zifan once saw the White Crane Gate Master Crane Cangtian fighting with others nine years ago.

That battle left a deep impression on Zhang Zifan in his childhood, and also gave him the ambition to become stronger in practice.

It's a pity that Zhang Zifan, as a traverser, has a more mature mind than his peers, but his talent is really average, and he has been practicing for 20 years, and he is still a little baa in the outer bone realm.

Even if he is an ordinary reckless fighter, he has not practiced the Eight Classics, Zhang Zifan is not necessarily an opponent.

After watching the battle of the ghost Taoist today, Zhang Zifan felt like a scumbag who was answering questions, in addition to "lying in the groove", he could still learn some things more or less.

For example, if you don't know how to write a question, you have to make it up and write it all up?

All in all, Zhang Zifan felt that he had gained a lot, and when he looked at it, he was fascinated.

The defeat of the ghost Dao man is already obvious, and no matter how he moves, he can't hurt the slug's body at all.

Its thick slime is like armor, and it has excellent protection.

Zhang Zifan noticed that a bit of hideous color flashed on the ugly face of the ghost Taoist, and turned the white flag in his hand sideways.

"Is this going to magnify the move? This is not good, if it is a trick to kill a thousand enemies and lose 800 myself, I am not going to lose a lot of money?"

finally got the first ascendant, although it was a little ugly, Zhang Zifan still cherished it.

But just as he got up and was about to step on the slug, an old hen suddenly pounced out of the chicken coop.

Zhang Zifan recognized the old hen.

After all, its neighbor today has just been eaten by himself, and tomorrow it will be his turn.

The old hen clucked and ran straight to this direction, pecking the slugs in one gulp and swallowing them into her stomach.

"Damn stupid chicken!"

Zhang Zifan was afraid that it would hurt his own ascendant, so he hurriedly stuck the half-eaten chicken wings on the ground, stepped forward to pull the hen's wings, and carried them back to the chicken coop.

......

The ghost Taoist sat slumped on the ground, his shirt completely soaked.

"Dragon...... Sacred Bird ...... Giant ......"

He muttered, deeply moved by the scene that had just appeared in front of his eyes.

After a long time, he turned over, wrote with his fingers, and wrote tremblingly on the rock wall:

"A certain and the dragon fought in Sidi, to six lilies, suddenly a divine bird came to the world, pecked the dragon and eaten, and there was a giant, which was ten thousand feet high, could not recognize the face, stretched out his hand to explore, and the bird was gone.

Seeing all kinds of miracles today, we know the vastness of the world, the power of immortals, and the unfathomable world!

The immortal road is long, and I will go up and down to seek it.

——In the first year of ascension, the ghost road questioned. ”

After writing all this, a rich aroma came with the breeze.

The ghost man slowly raised his head and looked at the roast chicken wings on the cuttings......

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