Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

In the darkness, Song Yiming sat cross-legged and tried his best to run the "Purple Qi Tongtian Jue" to break free from the restraints.

But the strange power was too strong. His struggle had no effect. Instead, it consumed a lot of spiritual power and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"No! I can't give up!"

"I, Song Yiming, have finally come to this day. How can I fall in an illusion!"

Song Yiming roared, and a light suddenly lit up in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.

The scene was very familiar. This was the Yunmeng Mountains, where he lived as a child.

"Ming'er, don't practice anymore. You are already a Jindan Zhenren. It's time to enjoy it."

"Look, the Taoist partners that Dad found for you are all as beautiful as flowers and jade, all of them are top-notch!"

A middle-aged man, pulling a few young women, appeared in front of Song Yiming.

This man, wearing a green shirt, looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was Song Yiming's father, Song Ye'an!

"Dad, you..."

Song Yiming looked at his father, excited in his heart. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Ye'an.

"Ming'er, there is no end to cultivation. There were sects that produced immortals, but in the end, they were all lost in the long river of history."

"So, enjoy the present moment. Dad is very satisfied with these women, you must marry them!"

Song Ye'an has kind eyes and a gentle tone. He is completely different from the majestic father in Song Yiming's memory.

"Dad, you have changed. This is not your character. Didn't you always tell me that cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat?"

"When I was seven years old, I was greedy for playing and forgot to practice. You scolded me severely and made me face the wall for three days and three nights."

"Since then, I dare not slack off. I study hard every day and practice hard to achieve today's achievements."

Song Yiming knew that Song Ye'an in front of him was not a real person, but a demon created by the illusion to confuse him.

Only by defeating the demon can he break free from the illusion. Otherwise, he will sink forever and be unable to extricate himself.

"Haha, Ming'er, you remembered it wrong. Dad never said these words."

"You, you just practiced too hard and had hallucinations. Come, listen to Dad, marry these women and enjoy yourself."

Song Ye'an laughed and pulled a few women to push them to Song Yiming.

These women were all beautiful and elegant. One of them was an acquaintance of Song Yiming, Song Yixue, whom he met by chance.

"Brother Yiming, just marry me! I will have as many children as you want, and I will never complain."

"In the future, you will take care of the outside world and I will take care of the inside world. We will train our children to become peerless geniuses and make the Song family the first family in the world of immortal cultivation."

Song Yixue smiled sweetly and spoke in a gentle tone, looking like a good wife and mother.

"You... stop talking!"

Song Yiming was annoyed and shouted loudly. The spiritual power surged and shocked everyone back.

Although the disguise was very realistic, in his memory, Song Yixue was not so proactive, let alone saying such mushy words.

And his father's personality was completely different, becoming greedy for pleasure and short-sighted.

"Alas, Ming'er, why don't you listen to advice?"

"No matter how strong your cultivation is, you still have to marry and have children, and reproduce offspring. Why are you so stubborn?"

Song Ye'an sighed, his face full of disappointment.

"Haha, you are the one who is stubborn, break it for me!"

Song Yiming sneered, and a purple cloud of true fire blasted towards Song Ye'an.

Boom!

With a roar, Song Ye'an and others turned into nothingness.

"Dad, Yixue, I'm sorry!"

"I, Song Yiming, will not stop here. I want to become an immortal, live forever, and live as long as the heaven and earth!"

In the illusion, Song Yiming shed two lines of hot tears and made a vow in his heart.

However, the illusion was not broken, and he was still in the dark, as if he was locked in a cage and couldn't break free.

"The inner demon tribulation, the illusion is just an appearance, the real tribulation is the inner demon, only by defeating the inner demon can we break the tribulation!"

"What other means do you have? Just use them. I, Song Yiming, will take them all!"

Song Yiming sat cross-legged, holding the Yuan and guarding the One, and fully operated the "Purple Qi Tongtian Jue". The purple cloud true fire covered his whole body to resist the invasion of the inner demon.

In the darkness, there was a roar, like the roar of a beast, which made people's eardrums hurt.

The next moment, the surrounding scene changed again. He appeared by an ancient well. A girl in white clothes turned her back to him and could not see her face clearly.

"Chase her quickly, don't let her run away. If we can't catch her, my mother will beat us to death!"

A roar came from a distance, and then several strong men, holding sharp blades, rushed out of the brothel and chased the girl in white clothes.

"Haha, is it an illusion again?"

Song Yiming sneered. This kind of illusion was useless to him.

However, when he saw the girl's face clearly, his expression suddenly changed.

"Su...Su Qingxue!"

However, Su Qingxue looked panicked, with tears in her eyes, and looked very pitiful, which was completely different from the cold ghost king in his impression.

"No, this was Su Qingxue before she died, not long after she entered the brothel, and she had not yet become a ghost king!"

"Hmph, I have been practicing till now, and I have seen everything. You want to use this illusion to confuse me, too naive!"

Song Yiming snorted coldly, his heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

This inner demon was also cunning, and he actually used Su Qingxue to disturb his heart. Unfortunately, he already knew it was an illusion and would never be fooled.

"There is an ancient well here."

Su Qingxue looked panicked, and quickly jumped into the well, grabbed the rope of the windlass, hid in the wooden barrel, curled up and shivered.

As soon as she hid in, several strong men chased after her. When they found no one, one of them cursed and turned away.

Song Yiming frowned slightly. Su Qingxue was hiding in the well. She had no cultivation. Once she let go, she would fall into the well and drown.

"Help, I can't hold on anymore, help me..."

Su Qingxue's hands slipped, the rope fell off her palms, and her body fell into the well. She screamed in fear.

Tears flowed across her cheeks, leaving a tear mark and dripping into the well.

"No... am I going to die!"

Su Qingxue was full of resentment. She was betrayed by her lover, her family was destroyed, she was forced into a brothel, and she encountered a desperate situation. She cried to the sky and the earth but no one answered.

"What a horrible inner demon, I almost got into trouble!"

"Poor Su Qingxue, she has lived a miserable life, but this damn inner demon actually used her tragic experience to confuse my mind!"

Just as he was about to step forward to save her, Song Yiming realized that this was an illusion and he must not take action, otherwise the inner demon would take advantage of the opportunity to enter.

Bang!

Su Qingxue fell into the well, uttering a wail and splashing water.

The cold well water poured into her delicate body and poured into her mouth and nose, making her unable to breathe and her body sinking continuously.

"Su Qingxue, I'm sorry, this is an inner demon illusion, I can't save you!"

"Even if I save you, it won't help. You will eventually become a fierce ghost. This is your fate!"

Song Yiming sighed, turned around and left, never looking back.

The most powerful thing about the inner demon illusion is that it is silent, and people fall into it without noticing and cannot break free.

Even if you know it is an illusion, if your Tao heart is not stable, you will still be caught.

Da Da Da...

In the darkness, the sound of water drops rang out, echoing around, making people shudder.

"Song Yiming, you are so cruel that you didn't save someone!"

A resentful voice rang out.

A ghost rushed out of the ancient well, with blood-stained white clothes, long hair draped over his shoulders, pale face, and resentful eyes. Who else could it be but Su Qingxue?

"Hehe, a mere golden elixir ant in the lower realm can actually resist the temptation of this deity's illusion. The strength of mind is rare!"

"However, this deity has devoured countless lives, and the magical powers he possesses are not what you can imagine!"

"Su Qingxue" laughed grimly, and his figure flashed, turning into a two-headed, four-armed, green-faced, fang-toothed, and hundred-foot-tall extraterritorial demon.

The demon held a sharp blade in one hand, a steel fork in one hand, an iron hook in one hand, and a skull bowl in one hand. Black mist shrouded his body, exuding a monstrous and fierce power.

"The inner demon finally showed up!"

Song Yiming's expression was cold and fearless. Today, he would kill this inner demon and achieve Nascent Soul!