The Nine Yin Ancestor didn't know exactly what the reason for his failure to ascend to the death was.

In fact, the reason for this is not that his skills are not advanced enough, nor that his treasures are not sophisticated enough, nor that his fortune is not deep enough......

And just because of the whims of a professional chicken farmer.

After Zhang Zifan rejected the Nine Yin Ancestor's request to ascend, he saw the follow-up description of the map.

"The Immortal Realm is the basic map of this system, and it is the place where cultivators ascend to transcendence when they reach the perfection realm.

Please manage the immortal realm properly and rebuild the heavenly court as soon as possible to calm all sentient beings. ”

Seeing this, Zhang Zifan opened his mouth.

Could it be that the Nine Yin Ancestor who asked for the connection just now was a serious demonic giant?

You just turned him away?

That's a shame, isn't it?

Heavenly Court doesn't even have a gatekeeper yet, it seems that he will have to absorb more soaring talents in the future.

However, when he thought that an old devil almost flew into his backyard, Zhang Zifan was still a little scared.

However, according to the description of the system, the fairy world is a huge world for the ascendant.

In other words, even if the old devil comes, he is not as big as an ant.

If it weren't for Zhang Zifan's system prompt, the old devil himself might not have noticed, and he would have blown away with a sneeze.

Since there would be no threat, Zhang Zifan checked the option of whether to agree to Feisheng into all agree.

As long as it is a person who meets the requirements, it will automatically be allowed to ascend.

Anyway, he is short of people here, and the more the better.

As for whether this will cause the depreciation of the power of Ascension, and whether it will let some crooked melons and cracked dates get in, Zhang Zifan can't care so much.

At most, if you don't like it in the future, you can relegate him back to the mortal world.

At this time, Zhang Zifan felt hungry in his belly.

He walked into the chicken coop on the edge of the courtyard and walked over to one of the fattest hens.

"The hen was motionless and looked as if she was suffering from heat stroke.

It eats so fat, it doesn't meet the world's standards for food, and its cholesterol will be very high, so it's better to let me make it difficult. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Zifan lifted the back of the hen's neck and wings and dragged it out of the chicken coop.

Make a pot of fatty chicken soup by making a fire.

sent some to the old man who was paralyzed in bed, and the rest went into Zhang Zifan's own stomach.

"Zhang Zifan, Zhang Zifan, next week is the battle of the chicken king, you can't eat anymore...... Hiccup~"

After burping, Zhang Zifan rubbed his stomach bitterly: "Eat again, eat your players again, and there will be no one!"

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Although this world is extremely vast, Zhang Zifan estimates that it is still a long way to go to usher in the second ascendant.

After all, in the long history of written records, all the records of ascension are cloudy, vague, and look extremely unreliable.

And most of the top masters with names and surnames and records have tried to transcend the cycle of life and death, hoping to go further.

But the reality is cruel, they have no way to resist the laws of birth, old age, sickness and death.

No matter how strong the strength is, it is as strong as an immortal.

But in the end, it's just like an immortal.

They are still slowly becoming dying, and they can't escape the life and death limit of more than 300 years old.

Ascension, immortality, immortality......

Even the children on the street know that these are just legends.

Of course, most of the strong people will also become crazy when their life is near.

Eating "elixir", exploring secret realms, and even sacrificing boys and girls are endless.

Only a crazy person like the Nine Yin Ancestor would think of luring the heavenly thunder into the body and looking for a way to break through.

In the following days, Zhang Zifan still lived a regular life of raising chickens.

It's just that the chickens he raises are also regular, and there will be one less every day.

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In the depths of the Demon Cloud Mountain Range, in a gloomy and terrifying Taoist temple, more than a dozen poorly dressed Taoist priests were practicing around a white flag.

The first ugly Taoist in green clothes and black hair is the junior brother of the Nine Yin Ancestor, a ghost Taoist.

The Ghost Dao people are a little younger than the Nine Yin Ancestors, but this year they are also two hundred and five.

Even if he dies without illness or disaster, he knows that he doesn't have many years to live.

After all, his skills are still inferior to those of his senior brother.

Therefore, for the opportunity for his senior brother to ascend, he planned to take a risk and give it a try.

As the Taoist priests spit out the black mist, it continued to spray on the white sails.

There was a faint ghost howling sound in the white flag.

The ghost Taoist sighed softly at the white flag: "Senior brother, you have been invincible in the Tang Dynasty in your life, but you have ended up in the path of life and death, why bother."

I will gather your remnants in this banner, and you shall bless me to ascend to the upper realm, and when the time comes, perhaps I will find a way to reshape your body. ”

Fortunately, the remnant soul in this white banner has long lost its spiritual wisdom, if the Nine Yin Ancestor is still there, he must jump up and smoke his junior brother.

You kid will refine my remnant soul into a magic weapon, and you still pretend to say that you will wait until the upper realm to reforge my body?

Phew!

Who doesn't know, isn't it because you refine this soul gathering banner to resist the power of heavenly thunder?

As soon as the sky thundered, Lao Tzu's remnant soul had already been wiped out, you use your head to refine my body!

But the ghost people don't care what the senior brother thinks.

With such a powerful refining material as the remnant soul of the Nine Yin Ancestor, it would be a pity to let it drift away!

After many Taoists swallowed out the original white flags into half white and half black yin and yang flags, they all sat back on the futon and recovered.

After about an hour, the ghost man stood up suddenly.

"I watched the stars at night, and tomorrow morning, there will be thunder in the mountains.

I will follow the method of the senior brother in charge to lead the heavenly thunder into my body, so as to seek that glimmer of life in the Great Dao!"

He held the yin and yang sails, his eyes like torches.

"If I succeed, I don't need to say much, wait for a good life to practice, and he will come to the upper realm to find me in the future.

If I and my senior brother in charge die like each other, you must remember that you must also refine my remnant soul into a treasure according to the law, so as to help the future fortune of my sect!"

When the ghost Taoist's voice fell, all the Taoist priests pinched the Taoist number in their hands and said in unison: "Obey the decree of the second ancestor." ”

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Early the next morning, more than a dozen Taoists came to the halfway up the mountain.

This kind of scale, not to mention compared to the Nine Yin Sect two hundred years ago, even compared to the ordinary medium sect, also looks shabby.

The ghost Taoist clenched the yin and yang flags in his hand, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

When he cultivated to his level, he hadn't sweated for a long time, but at this moment, he couldn't suppress the sweat at all.

Glancing at the sundial, the ghost Taoist said in a deep voice: "The time has come, I'll go!"

As he spoke, he tiptoed a little, and then stepped on the grass and the wind and left.

In the apprehensive gaze of the disciples, the black clouds gathered again, and the terrifying thunder and lightning energy was slowly forming in the clouds.

Whoa—

Suddenly, a heavenly thunderbolt the thickness of a bucket mercilessly slashed towards the top of the mountain.

"This day's thunder is more powerful than the one that split on the ancestor that day, and the second ancestor is in danger!"

The Taoists halfway up the mountain couldn't help but exclaim.

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