1001st Ascension

But no one can stop it.

An ethereal sigh came from a distance, Wu Shi put away the beads, his whole body was submerged in the darkness, and in a single thought, his figure reached the ruined temple.

An old man's whole body was in tatters, a jet-black inner alchemy on the left chest was torn apart, the light was gray and dim, and the faint breathing was barely audible.

"Is it the elder of the Sirius tribe?" The voice came from the darkness with a steady and firm voice, and the originally lifeless old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who are you, why don't you come out and meet?" The old man asked weakly with the last bit of strength.

A black ball came through the wind and just hit his inner alchemy. The old man closed his eyes and thought to himself that the sky would kill me.

There was a coolness coming from the inner alchemy, and the broken inner alchemy healed automatically at a speed invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, the pure air of the inner alchemy spread all over the body, and the pain quickly subsided. The old man sat up and looked into the darkness with his shrewd eyes.

"Thank you, but please tell me your name so that I can repay you in the future." The old man cupped his hands.

"Tell me, what happened in the sky?" The steady voice sounded again, with undeniable firmness.

Tianruo Xingjun

"The Dark Lord led us to attack Tianting Baidao. Tianzun shot and defeated my king, but my king shot Tianzun to death with the most overbearing energy lightsaber before his fall. When Tianzun fell, we and other little people were killed and injured countless times." He was dark, but when he mentioned the Heavenly Demon War, his face turned livid with fear, and his whole body trembled.

There was no sound for a long time in the darkness, and the old man tentatively called out, "Your Excellency?"

No one should.

He stood up, held up the oil lamp of the ruined temple, and searched the front, back, left, and right sides, but he couldn't see half a shadow.

Wu Shi had already returned to Qingling Mountain. He was sitting on the highest boulder on the mountain, which was the closest to the sky. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and was urging a method of summoning spirits.

Where the clouds go straight up to the sky, the clouds seem to be pulled out of shape by a force, quickly twisted into a column, and fall straight down, and where the clouds are lost in the sky, a vortex is formed, which turns bigger and bigger.

This is the method Wu Shi came up with when he failed to ascend with more than a dozen disciples, but instead dragged them down to the ground. It was similar to the beacon fire warning in the world.

The exit of this vortex is directly facing the gate of the eldest disciple Tianshu Xingjun. When he sees this thing, he will rush to Qingling Mountain as soon as possible.

"Master!" With a clear voice, a young man in black clothes fell straight down from the whirlpool, his figure was crooked, he hugged a large cloud halfway, and barely landed safely.

Wu Shi jumped up, supported the eldest disciple with both hands, and saw that Tianshu's usually majestic and upright face was now pale, so he quickly reached out and pressed his inner alchemy.

The inner alchemy was intact, Wu Shi sighed, helped him to sit down, took out a red elixir for him to swallow, and then asked aloud: "Wen Shu, what happened up there? What happened to you?" thing?"

After taking the red pill, Wenshu's face slowly returned to normal. He glanced at the master and said wearily: "Master, it's not your second disciple who killed him. For nearly a hundred years, he has continuously invaded and expanded, and has occupied Half of the planets in the sky are rich in energy stones. His strength has soared in recent years. He launched an attack on Tianzun a few days ago. I don’t know why. Challenge once."

"What was the result?" Wu Shi corrected the confused thoughts of the eldest disciple in time, and pulled back to the current battle between immortals and demons.

"Demon King Tianzun fell at the same time, and Xiaoxian and Xiaomo were killed and injured countless times." Tianshu's tone was very desolate.

"How about your other juniors and juniors?" Wu Shi continued to ask, with a look of worry on his face.

"All of them are wounded. The injuries are serious or serious. Now everyone goes back to their respective homes and retreats to heal their injuries. It's best if they can survive. If they can't get over this hurdle, the consequences will be unimaginable." Wen Shu laughed and cried.

"There are many martial arts practitioners on Tianshu Star, you should go back as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation to prevent chaos." Wu Shi stuffed a bottle of elixir into the hands of the eldest disciple, and pulled him to a golden stone wall.

To be precise, this is a gold mine. The great disciple Wenshu Xingjun can control gold now, and all the gold and stone in the world are under his sect.

The golden light is faint, and Wenshu's feet step on thousands of rays of light, rising slowly, passing through the clouds, and disappearing.

Wu Shi continued to look up at the sky until the eldest disciple disappeared. The Heavenly Lord has all fallen. How is he?

Does the disappearance of that painting indicate something?

Qingling Mountain is a hidden place, and ordinary people cannot find it. On the other hand, it also indicates that this is a deserted and boring place.

In the past 5000 years, Wu Shi has traveled to many places, but there is no place where his spiritual power can rival that of Qingling Mountain.

But he is very keen on traveling around and actively participating in the world. Only the fireworks in the world can make him truly feel the meaning of life.

When traveling in the clouds, he would always throw a pill to them without hesitation when he encountered monks or spirit beasts whose cultivation was difficult to break through, but he never showed up or made a sound.

Therefore, in the world, everyone who enters the Tao with Dan will hang a portrait of the ancestor of the earth in the place where he is practicing. Although he is either black and fat or black and thin, it is so ugly that he can't bear to look at it.

Wu Shi has always been wondering, how did the word spread that he was black?

But Wu Shi is a very energetic person, he never refuses to give you pills just because you make me look out of shape, anyway, this kind of pills are really a lot for him.

The sweat or teardrops on his body, even the bath water with some mud on it, is a good medicine.

After staying on the mountain for a month, he couldn't stay any longer. Seeing the waves of the Shicha Sea in the distance, which was very abnormal, he drew a talisman and came to the Shicha Sea in a blink of an eye.

The Shichahai Sea was originally light blue water, gentle and gentle for thousands of years without a big wave, but now the sea water seems to be boiling, with big red waves roaring towards the sky, and the birds that have grown on the seashore for thousands of years are staring in horror. This monstrous red wave, was so frightened that he forgot his practice formula, and just kept whining.

Life is going too smoothly, which is not a good thing, and there is no ability to resist blows at all.

Wu Shi glanced at the bird that was jumping up and down, and walked straight to the depths of the sea. A burning sensation came from his calf, and Wu Shi smiled slightly. This feeling was so familiar.

When he walked to the middle of the Shicha Sea, the angry waves fell one after another, as if attracted by a magnet, they rushed back to the sea.

Wu Shi spread his hands flat on the water, and thousands of red lights gathered along the water waves. After a while, he raised his hand, and two huge red pills lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Shicha sea water has returned to a gentle light blue color.

The body of a young man in black slowly floated up, and Wu Shi stood there, watching him quietly.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the person in front of him, he called out "Master" in surprise, and hurriedly ran over stepping on the water, and kept shouting "Master, I didn't expect it, apprentice!" I can share a piece of water with you again."

Wu Shi frowned and stared at him coldly. When he heard that they were bathing in a piece of water, he jumped up instantly as if he was frightened, and quickly returned to the shore.

The young man in black came ashore after him, his sturdy chest heaving violently, and his wild eyes were burning like flames.

Why did he think that little black wolf was cute back then, and he still hugged it to take a bath? Wu Shi felt that it was necessary for him to develop a time turning technique to turn back time. He must have skinned this little black wolf alive and stewed it. Soup to drink.

But the time is still stuck in the present. This fluffy little black wolf has become the world's biggest destructive force. It has been invading and killing for hundreds of years, causing the war to spread across the world.

"Should I call you Lord Sirius or the Great Demon King of the Dark World?" Wu Shi said coldly.

"Master, you can just call me Xiaomaotuan. Didn't you always call me that way before? Master, this disciple has lost all his cultivation and wants to go back to Qingling Mountain to soak in the spiritual spring for a few days, can you?" Stare at him.

"No, losing your cultivation base is the lightest punishment given to you by the Dao of Heaven. You should do it yourself." Wu Shi was a little annoyed at himself. According to reason, he should slap this scourge to death at this time. Eyes, I remembered that soft and cute little thing accompanied me through cold night after cold night, so I couldn't let it go.

Seeing that the master was about to leave, the young man jumped up anxiously. Wu Shi turned his head and raised his hand. A piece of black pill with a spell on it sank into the young man's forehead. The tall and mighty young man fell down on the ground with a bang. on the beach.

"Forget all this, just be an ordinary person." Wu Shi gave the young man a last look with a complicated expression, and left alone with his hands behind his back.

Wu Shi walked by the seaside for a long time, but he was finally worried, so he quietly turned back, wanting to see how the evil was doing.

The place where the young man lay was empty, as if he had never been here.

Wu Shi looked up at Shichahai, the waves were calm, the spray was gentle, and the seabirds leisurely practiced with their eyes closed. It made people suddenly feel that the huge red waves and the panicked seaside scene were all a dream. It's unreal.

Wu Shi felt that things were very strange in the past year. He is a well-organized and serious person. First he lost a painting that was more expensive than his life, and then he lost a living villain in broad daylight. This is absolutely intolerable.

He drew a circle, wanting to go back to Qingling Mountain, and recruit all the disciples to discuss it.

When he reached Qingling Mountain, his feet that hurried towards the high platform stopped suddenly, as if they were frozen, and could no longer move half a step.

In front of him was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in fluttering white clothes, with one hand behind his back and the other raised high into the sky, his waist was lightly swaying, as if sending an invitation to the clouds, his dance was light and elegant, and he sang