In the human world, in the unknown valley where Zhang Youshan is located,

Zhang Xin kept walking outside the black fog, trying to find Zhang Youshan's figure.

At this moment, Zhang Youshan's dream has reached its last moment.

At that moment, I was sitting quietly in Lingxiao Palace, and suddenly an irresistible force came. Haotian was instantly unconscious and was in a hazy state afterwards, not knowing anything.

I don’t know how long it took, but I found myself becoming a farmer, but I lost my life because of kindness to save a snake, and my consciousness was once again blurred.

The picture keeps rotating, time and time again, every time I encounter various disasters, get infected with plague, be killed by monks, and even fall into a cliff until...

"My son must do good deeds and be kind in the future to inherit my family business! Let's name it Zhang Youshan!"

When I was a child, a Taoist came to my house and looked at Zhang Youshan and said,

"If this son does not enter the path of immortality, he will definitely be able to live a stable life. Once he enters the path of immortality, he will have a great disaster of life and death!"

...

The dream gradually became Zhang Youshan’s memory from birth to the present. He met a girl named Zhang Xin. She felt like she was familiar at first sight.

When they got married and celebrated, Zhang Youshan felt that it was a blessing for his generation.

Soon, they had seven daughters, and Zhang Youshan also had a sister. The whole family was all mortals. As the Taoist said, they spent their lives smoothly without any disasters or difficulties.

Until Zhang Youshan had a dream in his dream and went to that valley again,

The dark demon seed, the yellowed demon secrets of the Taoist heart seed,

...

Finally, Zhang Youshan’s dream coincides with the present,

"who I am?"

In a dark space, Zhang Youshan's soul looked confused,

"Farmer? Heroine? Slave? Emperor? Zhang Youshan? Or Haotian?"

When Zhang Youshan thought of the word "Haotian", his soul hurt a sharp pain, and his hands habitually hugged his head, but this did not relieve the pain of the soul.

The scene in the dream appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness again, and it was brushed over and over again. After countless times, Zhang Youshan's soul suddenly shouted loudly!

"I understand, and I understand! I am Haotian! I am the Lord of the Heavenly Realm, the supreme Emperor of Heaven among the six realms!"

The moment he blew out, the dark space disappeared, Zhang Youshan, no, it should be Haotian, and his consciousness returned to the soul.

I found myself being shrouded in black mist, and the golden light that wrapped me was being swallowed up little by little by little by little by little by little by little.

I instantly recalled everything and understood the reason for this so-called demon of the Taoist heart.

There is indeed a technique like the Taoist heart-sized demon, but it does use one's own body to give birth to the mind-stricken demon, which is more difficult than ordinary Taoist methods. If you are not careful, you will completely fall into the demonic path.

There is no shortcut to the road to cultivation, and it is impossible to go from scratch at once. This demon species has been calculating from the beginning!

Haotian, who had recovered his memory, recognized Wu Tian at a glance.

"Wu Tian, ​​you have tried your best to take over me and become the Lord of Heaven. However, now it seems that you have failed!"

"Oh~? Has Haotian's child recovered his memory?"

Wu Tian was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, I accidentally hit the golden dragon of luck, which made Haotian restore his memory in his previous life.

But so what? Restoring memory does not mean restoring strength. Not to mention that Wu Tian has long been the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. In this human world, the peak can only be the Daluo Golden Immortal. At the same realm, Wu Tian still has confidence.

"So what if I restore my memory? When I became the Demon Lord, you were just a boy. I was born in the ancient lich period and had suffered hardships to control the demon world. How could you be the Emperor of Heaven?"

Wutian snorted coldly.

"The Emperor of Heaven has his own heaven. All the demon ancestors have been defeated by the Taoist ancestors. What is the right to speak?"

Haotian replied unwillingly.

After thousands of years of reincarnation, Haotian is no longer the boy he used to be, and is also growing up. At this moment, Haotian seemed to have truly had the momentum of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Haha! Since you have recovered your memory, let's see with your own eyes how I become the Emperor of Heaven!"

Wu Tian laughed.

The output of mana was increased immediately, and the golden dragon of luck was becoming more and more difficult to resist.

Haotian said nothing, and his soul frowned.

Without strength, Haotian felt even more powerless after recovering his memory.

After a moment of silence, he looked up and shouted coldly,

"The blessing of luck will bring the soul back to the position!"

Use the secret technique of the Emperor of Heaven to summon luck and bless the soul.

Qilu has no wisdom, so it is considered to rely on instinct to protect the Lord of Qilu. With Haotian's control, the golden light of Qilu began to gather and head towards Haotian's primordial spirit.

As the golden light took a step back, the demonic energy went further, and Haotian's space became farther and farther, but its momentum became stronger and stronger.

"Is this? Damn!"

Wutian cursed inwardly.

As both the lord of the same realm, Wutian certainly knew what Haotian used.

Consume luck, turn it into magic power, and briefly improve one's own strength, which is similar to entering a violent state.

However, after entering the violent state, although it will improve its strength, it is not much, and you can recover after adjusting your breathing for a period of time.

It is different to consume luck. One minute is less than one minute.

In the prehistoric times, the development has entered the middle and late stages, and there are few ways to obtain luck.

There is no other way except for the expansion of the sect and the inheritance of the Taoist tradition.

Haotian is trying his best!

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace, Taibai Jinxing stared at everything in the Haotian Mirror.

When Taibai Jinxing almost cried with joy when he saw Haotian awakening his memory, Haotian was shocked when he used his luck to increase his magic power.

"Why haven't this Taishang Laojun taken action yet!"

Taibai Jinxing was so anxious that he kept paced back and forth, watching the fortune of heaven decline.

"Hmm~? What's going on?"

When the fortune of the heavenly court dropped to one-third, it no longer declined. Taibai Venus once again focused on the valley of the human world.

Inside the sea of ​​consciousness of Haotian Yuanshen.

Haotian's aura stayed in Taiyi Jinxian and no longer rose. No matter how much luck he consumed, he could not improve his strength.

Wutianke was not idle and never gave up his devouring of Haotian for a moment.

"Haha! You Yi mortal, who has just formed a soul, can only reach Taiyi Jinxian at most. So what if you use the secret method? Ants are ants after all!"

Wu Tian laughed wildly.

Haotian's face was gloomy and his thoughts kept changing.

"Is it really going to die?"

There is only a thin layer of luck and golden light. Once it is broken, Haotian cannot be a match for Wutian.

Time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment, and Haotian could only watch death approaching slowly.

The feeling of despair after hope is so huge that it is so painful!

"Bang!"

While Haotian was still immersed, a cracking sound woke him up.

The golden light of luck began to crack, and finally broke down in response to the sound.

"Hahaha! Haotian, your life is over!"

After saying that, Wutian rushed towards Haotian's soul with all his strength.

Even though he has been promoted to Taiyi Golden Immortal and the Wutian Yuanshen, who is at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, still put endless pressure on Haotian.

"Well! It's over! Teacher, Haotian felt ashamed of the teacher's expectations and failed to be the Emperor of Heaven!"

Haotian's soul silently recited in his heart, gradually closed his eyes, and prepared to welcome death.

An absolute gap in strength, any struggle is in vain.

"Wuyuan! You're past!"

At this moment, a word of Tao sounded.

Wutian's devouring action could not help but pause. A white light appeared in Haotian's primordial sea of ​​consciousness, turning into an old man, leaning on a crutch.

"I?"

Wutian exclaimed.

I never thought I would appear here!

"I am the Supreme!"

After replying, he stopped talking.

A circle of hazy white light began to wrap around the black fog.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in Haotian's primordial consciousness sea.

Haotian's golden soul is inside, wrapped in black fog, and the black fog is wrapped in white light.

After hearing the words of the Supreme Master, Haotian couldn't help but open his eyes, as if hope appeared again.
Chapter completed!