Ascension Through Generations

In the sea of ​​clouds, Zhao Sheng felt surprised, clasped his fists, looked around, and said respectfully:

"May I ask which senior made this joke with the two of you? Junior Zhao Qingyang, this is too polite!"

"whee!"

Suddenly, the charming laughter sounded again, but this time it came from behind Zhao Sheng. It is accompanied by a sweet and honeyed scent.

As soon as Zhao Sheng smelled this smell, his mind suddenly became dizzy, and countless charming images appeared inexplicably.

"not good!"

At this moment, he was horrified. When he suddenly turned around, he saw a flawless and incomparably beautiful face pressed tightly against his shoulder, smiling at him with a charming smile.

Taking another closer look, Zhao Sheng's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

This "human being" who appeared out of nowhere is only three feet tall, but his facial features and figure are extremely perfect. His skin is like jade, exuding a radiant light, and his temperament is ever-changing, charming all living beings.

In addition, there are two huge butterfly-shaped wings on her back. The surface of the wings shines with a psychedelic hazy light. During the flash, dots of phantom light are sprinkled from above, which is extremely gorgeous and magnificent.

"Empress Qianqian Huan!"

At this time, Taoist Huangsha on the side suddenly screamed tremblingly, his voice full of despair.

Today, when the Shiwan Mountains are being developed and occupied by humans one after another, and the territory of the demon domain is shrinking day by day, the demon kings in the Shiwan Mountains are running away to death, and there are not many demon kings left who can survive.

Among all the demon kings, Empress Qianhuan is undoubtedly the most troublesome and frightening one.

This demon king seems to be at odds with the human race. He has been taking revenge on the human race thousands of years ago. He has always opposed the immortal cultivation community in southern Xinjiang and repeatedly provoked waves of demon beasts in southern Xinjiang.

Five hundred years ago, the Beast Controlling Sect and Ancestor Yu Ye set up a trap and finally captured Qian Huan Empress alive and imprisoned her in the Beast Controlling Sect's zoo.

Who would have thought that this demon king could actually escape from the hands of the Beast Control Sect through magic and magic.

After that, she kept a very low profile and rarely appeared in the world.

All kinds of information about Empress Qianhuan quickly appeared in Zhao Sheng's mind, and he was already prepared for reincarnation.

"I didn't expect that I could catch two little sweethearts on a whim. Yes, yes! This man is full of energy and blood, and his spirit is high. He can chew a few more times."

Huan Niang fluttered her butterfly wings and circled around Zhao Sheng lightly, with a satisfied look on her face.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng tried his best to mobilize the Qi Sea True Yuan and the Purple Mansion Divine Consciousness, but unfortunately they were suppressed by a majestic and strange force, unable to move at all.

At this moment, Taoist Huangsha beside him was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his body was shaking slightly unconsciously.

Don't blame him for being so gaffe-like.

Over the past millennium, hundreds of millions of people have been killed and injured, and countless tragic events have resulted in the death of the entire clan, creating a terrifying existence that has frightened countless immortal cultivators in the Southern Xinjiang Immortal World.

At this time, Zhao Sheng surprisingly calmed down and said coldly: "Now that we have fallen into your hands, I will kill or behead you, please do as you please!"

Huan Niang chuckled, her charming smile had not yet dissipated, but her face suddenly turned cold, and she looked at Huangsha Taoist coldly and ruthlessly.

"Noisy!"

Under the scolding, Taoist Huangsha was extremely frightened, but the next second he looked intoxicated, as if he was addicted to a dream that he couldn't extricate himself from.

This appalling scene shocked Zhao Sheng.

Because he didn't notice how Empress Qianhuan took action, nor did he notice anything strange around her.

In just the blink of an eye, a real Jin Dan "fell" without any warning.

"Are all eighth-level demon kings so terrifying? Maybe this demon's illusion is close to the Tao!"

Zhao Sheng asked himself, even he could not guarantee that he could remain conscious in the hands of Empress Qianhuan.

Huan Niang turned around, looked at the expression on Zhao Sheng's face, and suddenly laughed and said, "You don't seem to be afraid?"

"Aren't you afraid of becoming my doll? When you watch yourself kill your wife, children, parents, and all the relatives and friends who have a relationship with you, and finally kill yourself, you will become a monster that is neither human nor ghost. .Aren’t you afraid of such an outcome?”

As she spoke, the butterfly wings behind Huan Niang fluttered, emitting circles of psychedelic light.

When Zhao Sheng heard these words, countless tragic scenes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

These pictures are lifelike and as if they were real.

The next moment, his eyes flashed, and his whole body suddenly appeared in a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. The Xinglong City in front of him was in flames, and countless desperate screams came from nearby.

At his feet, his wife Dong Miaozhen and his son Zhao Huaxiong both fell to the ground, dying in extremely miserable ways.

Not far away, the eldest son Zhao Huaying, with disheveled hair and a face full of despair and anger, yelled: "Dad, are you crazy? You actually killed your mother and second brother with your own hands!"

At this time, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt endless regret, pain, sadness and other emotions in his heart, but in despair he "saw" himself expressionlessly waving his hand and releasing a sword light, cutting his eldest son in half.

"No!"

Zhao Sheng's eyes widened and he roared in despair, but he kicked his wife's body away and ran away from the light.

The next second, Zhao Sheng's vision blurred for a while, and his mind suddenly returned to reality. All the previous scenes disappeared like clouds, but the scene just now became clearer and clearer.

In front of an eighth-level demon king, Zhao Sheng was like a three-year-old child facing an extremely strong adult. His deeds were not worth mentioning at all.

"Hehe, how does despair taste?" Huan Niang happily circled Zhao Sheng twice, but her perfect face was full of malice.

At this time, Zhao Sheng suddenly lowered his head. When he raised his head, the fear in his eyes was gone, and his expression became calm and fearless.

Seeing this, Huan Niang smiled instead of being angry. In the past two thousand years, she had seen countless brave and fearless human immortal cultivators, but in the end, they all shed tears of pain and their minds collapsed, and finally became puppets in her hands.

"Little guy, you seem to have something to rely on, so you are fearless. I am very curious about what you rely on. Just now is just an appetizer. You will have plenty of time to reflect on my horror in the future."

Zhao Sheng remained silent.

However, in this brief moment, he vaguely realized that this big demon king seemed not as powerful as it appeared on the surface.

This Qianhuan Empress faintly exudes a trace of lingering death, and her movements are slightly stiff, as if this demon body is not her real body.

Of course, this kind of physical disharmony can only be observed under the vision of the fairy, and ordinary golden elixirs cannot detect it at all.

Huan Niang probably didn't expect that the little guy in front of her was actually an old monster who had been immortal for many generations. Naturally, she also didn't expect that there was a miraculous skill called "Star God's Thousand Heart Art" in the world.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's consciousness had quietly split into three, one big, two small. The big consciousness occupies more than 90% of the mental power, and the two small consciousnesses are curled up in the deepest part of the soul.

One remains awake, while the other falls into a complete slumber, only to wake up again a month later.

The three consciousnesses are independent and go hand in hand. Although they are strong and weak, they are essentially the same.

When Huan Niang saw that Zhao Sheng was unmoved, a stern look flashed in her eyes. She immediately pointed out and saw hazy and psychedelic colorful butterflies flying out from her fingertips.

These colorful butterflies dragged their brilliant brilliance and danced around Zhao Sheng.

After flying around for a few times, it turned into wisps of light and disappeared into Zhao Shengzi Mansion.

In an instant, countless past memory fragments suddenly appeared in Zhao Sheng's consciousness, and his soul was suddenly enveloped in colorful brilliance. For an instant, he seemed to have fallen into an endless dream.

After doing this, Huan Niang's body complexion suddenly declined a lot, her silk hair suddenly fell off and dissipated into brilliance, and her body could not help exuding a strong death aura.

"How come this little guy is so mentally tenacious that he has wasted so much of my spiritual thoughts and mana. Originally, the butterfly body could last for a century, but now it only has forty years left. It seems that we need to cultivate a new one as soon as possible. A sixth-order phantom butterfly."

After muttering in a low voice, Huan Niang flew to Taoist Huangsha and began to follow the same pattern.

Illusion is a form of illusion, which is essentially a form of deception. Low-level illusions mainly deceive the five senses, while mid-level illusions can also deceive the enemy's intuition and consciousness.

The ancients often say that illusions arise from the heart! In fact, this is just a middle-level illusion.

Advanced illusions like Huan Niang can permanently "deceive" even the enemy's consciousness and memory.

The most profound illusion, or the avenue of illusion, can "deceive" even the way of heaven, and even the three thousand avenues can truly "reappear".

If someone could deduce the Great Way of Illusion to this level, then the immortals and Buddhas in the sky would become playthings in the palm of only one person's hands.

…

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like he was just in a trance, and Zhao Sheng suddenly woke up.

At this time, Taoist Huangsha's concerned greeting came to his ears: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, Friend Daoist Zhao! What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Sheng woke up from a dream, subconsciously running his Xuan Gong, and a large spiritual light suddenly appeared under his feet, supporting his body that was about to fall. At the same time, he turned to look at Taoist Huangsha and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I was just distracted for a moment, let's hurry on as soon as possible. "

"That's good! We are about to leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Just don't have any accidents."

Taoist Huangsha felt relieved, nodded, waved his long sleeves, and yellow light enveloped his whole body, suddenly shooting out.

Zhao Sheng pursed his lips, smiled to himself, and then disappeared.

However, at this time, he did not realize that there was another "self" deep in his soul.

Deep in the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, a fist-sized dim ball of light was slowly floating upward.

Zhao Sheng in the ball of light was extremely frightened at this moment, and even felt creepy.

The "Zhao Sheng" outside didn't realize at all that his consciousness had been tampered with by Huan Niang.

Some perceptions have been distorted, and the seeds of hatred have been planted, just waiting to take root and grow, until they bear tragic results.

Even his memory had some mess added to it.

Some fictitious stories and some inexplicable enemies were added "naturally".

Everything seemed so coordinated and natural, "Zhao Sheng" didn't notice it at all.

…

Five days later, Zhao Sheng and Taoist Huangsha returned to Xinglong City.

Taoist Huangsha stayed in the city for two days, and finally left happily after Mr. Zhao re-determined various cooperation deals.

Zhao Sheng was very normal when he returned home, and there was nothing unusual about him.

However, there are always some subtle changes happening quietly in him.

Dong Miaozhen was the first to notice Zhao Sheng's various subtle changes.

My husband is gradually becoming indifferent, becoming more taciturn than before, and occasionally even showing a strange fierce look.

Although Dong Miaozhen felt strange about this, he didn't think much about it.

She couldn't imagine what her husband had encountered before.

At the same time, another "Zhao Sheng" deep in his soul was also very depressed.

He did not dare to expose himself at all, nor did he dare to communicate with that "Zhao Sheng".

Because the last "self" had just connected with the powerful "Zhao Sheng consciousness", it only confused the consciousness for a moment and was easily assimilated by it.

At this time, a metaphor can be used to describe Zhao Sheng's current predicament.

The real "Zhao Sheng" seems to have become an inner demon, one that is rooted deep in the soul of the fake Zhao Sheng.

Once he shows up, he will be eliminated by the main consciousness and then quickly.

This ending is more than just a tragedy.

It was precisely because of being in this extremely special state that Zhao Sheng fully understood the many arrangements and tamperings that Empress Qianhuan had made in his consciousness.

If this monster's script continues, the Xinglong Zhao family will be in danger!

On weekdays, Zhao Sheng could only secretly hint at the main consciousness through mind projection, trying to make him discover the strange things in his memory.

Unfortunately, so far, the effect is not great.

Although the main consciousness occasionally noticed that something seemed wrong, it quickly ignored it automatically.

Because every time when the main consciousness notices that something is wrong, a butterfly phantom appears from the memory picture, and then sprinkles hazy phantoms.

At this time, the main consciousness will subconsciously ignore all the strange things.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng truly saw the horror of Qianhuan Empress's magic.

Fortunately, he still had one last trick left. If he still couldn't crack the demon's illusion in the end, he could still choose to self-destruct his soul and reincarnate again.

Time passed day by day, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, an earth-shattering happy event shocked the entire Xinglong City and spread quickly throughout southern Xinjiang.

The ancestor of the Xinglong Zhao family, the real person Jianglong Zhao Xuanjing, successfully survived the thunder tribulation at the mountain gate of Ksitigarbha Sect three days ago and was promoted to the Nascent Soul realm.

Along with this, there was an even more shocking news: Master Jianglong actually subdued a dragon.

On the same day that he passed through the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, Jianglong Zhenren's Mountain Dragon also passed through the Dragon Transformation Tribulation and became the only seventh-level mountain dragon left in the world.

Xinglong City suddenly became the focus of the entire southern Xinjiang cultivation world.

Everyone knows what it means for a cultivating family to have a Nascent Soul Ancestor sitting at the helm.

So soon, leaders of countless immortal cultivating sects and families hurried to Xinglong City to celebrate the birth of another Nascent Soul Ancestor in southern Xinjiang.

During this period, everyone in the Zhao family was going crazy, and they were so happy that it was hard to describe in words.

The ancestor was still cultivating in seclusion in the Ksitigarbha Sect, but Xinglong City was already boiling and filling the sky, turning it into a sea of ​​joy.

For three whole months, Xinglong City was as bright as day and night, with the whole city decorated with lights and colorful fireworks.

Zhao Sheng, as the Zhao family's golden elixir, is naturally the primary target for many forces to pay their respects.

After three months, he almost gave up his cultivation and met with fellow Jindan practitioners who "came here because of their reputation" one after another.

At this time, a weak consciousness hidden deep in his soul was silently accumulating the power to fight back and waiting for an opportunity to come.

Another half a year has passed, and the new year is approaching, with less than eight years left until the Nine Stars in a row.

On this day, ancestor Zhao Xuanjing returned riding a dragon, shocking everyone.

When the entire Zhao family cheered that their ancestor would live forever, the opportunity Zhao Sheng had been waiting for finally came.