Ascension Through Generations

"Amitabha. Amitabha. Amitabha."

Waves of Sanskrit sounds rise and fall, and the continuous sound penetrates the ears like nails and penetrates into the bone marrow. The accompanying Sanskrit music sounds solemn and solemn at first, but after listening to it several times, it makes people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts and feels evil. .

At this moment, alarm bells were ringing in his mind, and the world in front of him was filled with dense black air, flowing and swirling. The source was clearly the majestic "Bodhisattva".

"What the hell is this!" Zhao Sheng groaned in his heart.

boom!

Waves of intense throbbing, an indescribable omen of danger, made Zhao Sheng's eyelids twitch wildly, and he lowered his head subconsciously to avoid being noticed by the other party.

He seemed to be able to feel that the "Bodhisattva" who was gradually approaching was sitting upright lazily, with indifferent and enchanting eyes.

Her eyes had already glanced at him and she couldn't look away for a long time.

At this moment, the book-loving old demon next to him suddenly shouted enthusiastically: "Is your Majesty the Great Wish Bodhisattva of the Snowy Mountains?"

"Amitabha!"

Following a long and mournful sound, a strange singing like that of a man or woman, the sound of Buddhist music and Buddha suddenly stopped.

"Good man, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" the "Bodhisattva" on the lotus throne chanted, his voice full of temptation.

"Bodhisattva has mercy! I was robbed of one soul and two souls by the old soul-refining demon on the Evil Fairy Island, and was sacrificed into the Ten Thousand Souls Flag. From now on, my life and death are in the hands of others. I want to seek liberation, and please be kind to Bodhisattva." Huai, please help me resolve my misfortunes." The book-loving old devil suddenly knelt down and begged.

"This wish is easy to understand! But after this matter is over, you must take refuge in my Buddha to fulfill your great wish and cause. Good man, can you make this wish?"

As soon as he said this, the book-loving old demon hesitated for a moment, and finally with a stern look on his face, he nodded and said: "I am willing, and I ask the Bodhisattva to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng saw a bit of golden light emitting from the Great Wish Bodhisattva, which flashed into the old man's forehead, and then a lotus-shaped golden mark appeared on his forehead.

"Thank you Bodhisattva for your mercy!" The lotus mark appeared, and a pious smile suddenly appeared on the old book-loving demon's face.

However, Zhao Sheng saw a strong black energy suddenly appearing on his body, which was connected to the source.

At this time, that indifferent gaze turned back to Zhao Sheng.

"Good man, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

As soon as the sound entered my ears, it resounded in my mind like a bell.

This voice may seem ordinary, but behind it there are extremely strong inducements and inner hints, making people surrender to the other party from the bottom of their hearts, and feel that the speaker is supreme and omnipotent.

"not good!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Sheng's heart was shaken, and his soul surged. He secretly thought that something was wrong and subconsciously stimulated his absolute rational talent.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng's eyes lost color and became extremely indifferent, and his face was expressionless, like a living dead.

Huh!

The Great Wish Bodhisattva suddenly let out a startled cry, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and an invisible and majestic pressure radiated from his body. The monks and nuns around him froze, like clay dolls.

Beside Zhao Sheng, the old monk Bujie suddenly stood up tremblingly, a strange white-haired bird with three heads faintly reflected in his cloudy eyes.

The one in the middle of the strange bird is the head of a vulture, but the one on the left is the head of a long-haired woman, and on the right is the ugly-looking old monk Bujie.

The next moment, his monk's robes rustled, and white feathers on his cheeks and hands suddenly broke through the flesh, growing in disorder, his neck twisted and lengthened, and his eyes turned into blood.

Seeing that the other party was about to transform into a demon, at this moment, a rough and unruly voice suddenly came from the depths of the mist.

The owner of the voice undoubtedly had extremely terrifying cultivation. As soon as he made the sound, the old monk was so frightened that he quickly transformed back into his human form and knelt down on the ground again.

"Great Wish Bodhisattva, I heard that you were born in the Snowy Mountains, and your original form was a corpse-eating vulture. Because you devoured the flesh and skin remains of hundreds of thousands of monks and nuns for thousands of years, you were able to transform into a human through refining corpse energy and Buddhist power.

Later, he was admitted to the Sacred Heart Temple and given the status of Bodhisattva, with the Buddha's name of "Great Wish".

I also heard that you made a great wish to bring one hundred thousand immortals and spirits to Buddhism, so as to resolve the resentment of dead Buddhas and ascend to the Pure Land.

"But you are a bastard after all. In front of me, you actually forcibly 'converted' the descendants of our sect. Could it be that because this is your territory, you don't take me seriously? I must treat you like this Are you willing to pluck out hair and draw blood from a beautiful body?"

As the voice sounded, the fog covering the world dissipated. Zhao Sheng stopped his talent and his mind returned to normal, but his eyes were still full of indifference and his face had almost no expression.

Over the years, the sequelae of repeatedly stimulating the gift of absolute rationality finally began to show. His emotional desires have greatly subsided, and rationality has far exceeded perceptual cognition.

Looking around, this place is actually a small world, not large in area, only a dozen miles away, with clouds and seas of smoke and waves rippling around the edge. Most of the ground is paved with jade, and in the depths stands a majestic pavilion like a heavenly palace.

There is a high platform with carved railings and jade on it. On this platform, some kind of banquet is going on. On the table, there are piles of delicacies and delicacies, the aroma of wine overflows, and the sound of immortality is heard.

Most of the seats were empty, but only a few were full.

But every guest sitting on the seat has an extraordinary momentum, each with his own unique personality, and seemingly all of them have unfathomable strength.

Zhao Sheng looked over and knew that the strength of the people here was probably not inferior to him.

After a brief glance, Zhao Sheng felt a twinge of excitement in his heart.

He didn't know anyone else at the table.

But Zhao Sheng had only seen one of the women with snow-like skin and holy appearance once.

Not long ago, I met the "worm girl" on the street.

Zhao Sheng once saw with his own eyes the transparent nematodes that were densely packed on this woman's body, and the strange poison that looked like red clouds.

A Jindan realm Gu cultivator is extremely difficult to forget no matter who sees him.

"This 'Great Wish Bodhisattva' is a transformed vulture. The speaker is probably also a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm. Plus a bunch of demonic golden elixirs. I'm afraid this time is not just a high-level trading ceremony."

Zhao Sheng, who had some insight into the truth, had many thoughts.

He secretly lowered his head to minimize his presence. From the corner of his eye, he saw the book-loving old demon still kneeling on the ground with a pious expression on his face. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised by the cleverness of the Great Wish Bodhisattva.

Later, he felt something bad. It was clear that the powerful man on the high platform of the palace had spoken, but the Great Wish Bodhisattva seemed not to have heard him.

She straightened her body and looked directly at Zhao Sheng, with a strange light gradually appearing in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk! Will this Bodhisattva be afraid of you, Li Wufeng?"

"Besides, he is a junior from the Sea Demon Clan. He has only cultivated the Blood Soul Sutra. How did he become a member of your Blood Soul Sect?"

"Li Wufeng, instead of worrying about yourself, you are minding your own business here. This Bodhisattva heard that the Blood God's physical body is almost rotten. It should be your turn to be the next spare tire!"

Following the voice of the Great Wish Bodhisattva, a group of evil demons and heretics looked at the person sitting in the main seat at the banquet on the high platform with voyeuristic eyes.

At first glance, he turned out to be a big human man, about forty years old, with a heavy face, a pair of bloody eyes, red beard and hair, and he was covered in a blood-colored robe. Countless expressionless pale dead faces appeared on the surface of the robe from time to time. .

Although his appearance is not ugly, it is obviously different from ordinary people. What's more, the extremely weird bloody robe makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't help but avoid this person's gaze.

Obviously, this is Li Wufeng, one of the two great Yuan Ying ancestors of the Blood Demon Sect, nicknamed the "Blood Sea" ancestor.