The Great Black Hand

And thanks to their efforts, perhaps with God's mercy, they actually found some scattered information that they didn't know whether it was true or false.

——The source of that man’s power lies in a mysterious place and a mysterious river!

"The Cross Yin and Yang Land, where the Moon Mother River and the Sun Mother River meet..."

The emperor's face was calm and peaceful, but there was a hint of heat in his heart.

Such names were mentioned in the information he got from his confidants. He tried to deduce them, but found them difficult and obscure, as if these names carried unspeakable history and vicissitudes, and the deeper they were, the unknown they would be.

Not only did this not scare him, it made him even more interested.

Because the information he received stated that in that mysterious place, if one drinks the mysterious water formed by the confluence of two rivers, one will have the possibility of giving birth to a chaotic body!

However, where can one find such a place?

The Emperor didn't know, so he came here, to the All Races and All Saints Conference held by the Free King Buddha, trying to find clues about that place through the huge channels gathered from all over the universe.

"If one day I were to transform into a body of chaos..."

The emperor's eyes were deep, and he glanced at Old Golden Crow with murderous intent, "I will definitely kill this beast!"

An excited heart and beautiful dreams.

But he didn't know that the old Jinwu next door also had the same idea and dreamed of ruling the world.

Of course, the details are different.

After all, the shit-cooker behind the scenes had arranged a different script for them.

"Which is stronger, the moon or the sun? When the yin and yang work together, the world will be the emperor."

Old Jinwu was muttering to himself at this moment, and then he silently recited an ancient stone tablet that a younger generation of the tribe had obtained from a secret place after experiencing life and death. On the stone tablet were traces of the vicissitudes of time, as well as a faint divine thought that was immortal throughout the ages.

"The Sun's Golden Crow, the Moon's Jade Rabbit, the yin and yang combine, the Primal Chaos proves the Immortal..."

The divine thoughts conveyed information from eons ago, but they dissipated after being known by others... Even so, Old Golden Crow was fascinated by it.

Because that seems to make sense!

"But... where can I find Taiyin Jade Rabbit?"

Old Jinwu was confused again.

Chapter 233: Fanning the flames, Emperor Lu is hurt!

The history of the Jinwu clan is very long, dating back to the mythological era, or even earlier.

Of course, the older it gets, the more distorted it becomes.

From some scattered information in the historical records of the Jinwu clan, Old Jinwu saw records about the Taiyin Jade Rabbit clan, but that was all.

That was the early years of the mythological era. An ancient ancestor of the Golden Crow narrated and recorded history in a dreamlike manner, which was suspected to have been traced back to an ancient era that was even older than the mythological era and full of mystery. It was an era in which immortals existed in legends, and Emperor Huang Tian was the representative figure of this era.

In this era, there is a clan called Taiyin Jade Rabbit.

According to legend, they were a top race, and the strongest of the Taiyin Jade Rabbit race would turn into a silver moon hanging in the sky after death.

But after arriving here...it's gone!

There is no longer any record of this tribe in the world, which makes Old Jinwu want to curse his mother.

I finally saw hope, but in the end it was gone... How frustrating!

He was not reconciled.

Therefore, he also came to this conference of all races, trying to find clues from all the races of the universe gathered here through such a grand event.

He believed that such a once powerful ethnic group, even if it disappeared in history, would definitely not leave no trace at all. Most likely, there would be mixed-blood descendants who have been passed down to this day, just called by other names.

As long as we find it and help it purify its thin ancestral blood and revive it bit by bit, we will most likely be able to recreate the myth of the Taiyin Jade Rabbit.

At this moment, Old Jinwu was like a gambler or a drowning man who had grabbed a life-saving straw and refused to give up.

Because this is the only solution of this era.

During the years when Qingdi mastered the Heavenly Heart Seal, if nothing unexpected happened, the alternative way of achieving enlightenment would be the end of the cultivation path for all cultivators in this universe.

Becoming an emperor by defying the will of heaven?

Almost impossible!

Even a brilliant man like Gai Jiuyou, who tried to transcend, fell miserably and almost couldn't get up, proving that this is a dead end.

How could a person like Lao Jinwu accept this!

Back then, he endured humiliation and lived in shame, and cut off his own roots under the threat of the Supreme of the Forbidden Zone. He struggled for thousands of years and endured hardships... What kind of motivation supported him?

It’s Emperor Cheng!

However, the Green Emperor was like an insurmountable chasm, standing in the way and making people despair.

There are definitely many people in this world who think like Lao Jinwu.

Fortunately, there is no sure path.

When many quasi-emperors were depressed and desperate, a light called "Chaos" illuminated their hearts and made them chase madly.

——As long as one transforms into a physique of chaos, even if there is already an emperor in the world, one can still achieve enlightenment against the will of heaven!

In fact.

In this hall, at this conference convened by King Buddha Zizai, many quasi-emperors had such "ulterior motives".

Old Jinwu is one, the Emperor of the Divine Court is another, and there are also those quasi-emperors who have been hiding very deeply in the past...

They "accidentally" received a mixture of true and false information, which misled people and made it difficult for them to control themselves.

The information either sounds true or is impossible to verify or disprove. It is shrouded in a layer of mystery, but the temptation is so great that people are reluctant to give up.

Moreover, the matter was of great importance - the hope of the Chaos Body, the chance to become an emperor. This determined that they had no idea of ​​sharing at all, and each of them kept the secret tightly, thus making the actions of a certain mastermind not so secretive, but unknown to the public.

After all, not everyone can be as special as Jiang Yifei, so "visionary", dare to spread the Dharma to the world, and not be afraid that one cultivator after another will turn into chaotic bodies and challenge his status.

Instead, he was afraid that all living beings were not strong enough to help him verify the fruits of his war against the immortals.

Most ordinary people, even ancient emperors, are actually somewhat self-satisfied.

It is really rare to see people with broad minds like the Nine Heavenly Lords, or the Taiyin Human Emperor and the Sun Holy Emperor, who either spread their own forbidden secret techniques or give their own imperial scriptures to the world.

"I want to surpass them... After all, I want to be the man of the Demon Ancestor!"

Jiang Yifei was in high spirits, with all the evil in his heart gushing out. He spread opportunities widely, and made clear the bad opportunities he had created and the arrangements made by many quasi-emperors.

He did not give any direct gifts, because he knew the nature of people very well. People would not only not cherish things that were sent to their doorsteps, but would also suspect whether Jiang had ulterior motives... Well, he did.

But there is nothing we can do about it!

In desperation, the young Demon Ancestor could only set up 81 difficulties and make those target persons go through all kinds of hardships that they desired but could not obtain. Only after they had tasted untold hardships, they would get what they wished for.

This is just the beginning.

This is like fishing, the fishermen watch the performance of the fishes with great interest. They are obviously going crazy with greed in their hearts, but they have to pretend nothing has happened on their faces. They secretly send their men to inquire for information among the saints of all races gathered here.

The sad thing is that not only did they not realize they were in the situation, but they were also fanned by evil spirits and set on fire, locking up hatred between them and shattering their hopes of getting through it.

——There are peerless masters secretly tugging at their heartstrings, quietly amplifying their urge to fight, making it easy for them to get carried away...

What are you looking at?!

What are you looking at?!

Of the ten percent of tension in the hall, at least fifty percent was secretly created by this great master!

Otherwise, how could the Emperor be able to confront Old Golden Crow so easily?

And this pair is by no means the only one.

There are too many grudges and hatreds here. If you add fuel to the fire, all the new and old hatreds will come flooding back. You will get twice the result with half the effort if you go with the flow.

For example, the quasi-emperor who was born from the Kunlun descendants was in direct conflict with the Qigong practitioners from the ancient star, and was very angry.

For example, Ge Hong, a peerless figure among Qigong practitioners, has attained the strength of a high-level quasi-emperor in less than two thousand years of practice. At this moment, he is confronting an ancient ancestor of the Zhulong tribe, a surviving group of Kunlun.

For example, Rong Cheng, who once instructed Shennong, was now confronting the will of the quasi-emperor ancestor of the Huashe lineage.

……

There is no doubt that the Kunlun descendants and the Qigong practitioners from the ancient prehistoric stars are definitely two giant camps. Each side can easily produce a dozen or twenty quasi-emperors, and there are new and old grudges between them, which makes the smell of gunpowder in the hall even more intense.

Watching these scenes, someone secretly slapped his thigh, and spoke with great regret.

"Pity!"

"I shouldn't have left such clear laws to suppress their bloodthirsty urges... I should have let them fight!"

The person behind the scenes sighed, "Only when they see blood and people die can they have a clear sense of crisis!"

"When the time comes, I will make some careful arrangements. Won't they all rush to jump into my chaos pit?"

He sighed deeply, causing the peerless masters following him to stroke their foreheads, feeling a little tired.

“You should restrain yourself a little…” The Chaos Azure Lotus Emperor was speechless and choked, “Sometimes, I don’t know whether it’s you or the Emperor who is the biggest and most dangerous villain in this universe…”

"Senior Qingdi, please don't tarnish my innocence!" Jiang Yifei was shocked, and then his face was indignant, "Everything I, Jiang, do is for the prosperity of all races in this universe!"

His eyes were filled with grief and sadness, as if he was sad about the Qing Emperor's lack of understanding of him.

"For this, I am willing to be tainted by the filth and bear the eternal infamy..."

As Jiang Yifei spoke, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes filled with sadness and sorrow.

"..."

The Green Emperor was speechless and felt powerless.

It was obviously not like that in his time!

When he was growing up and attaining enlightenment, everyone was very "simple". Although there were conspiracies and plots, they were definitely not like what he saw before his eyes... so filthy and chaotic!

He looked at Jiang Yifei deeply for several times.

——Is there something wrong with the young man in front of me?

——Or is there something wrong with the whole era?

The Green Emperor was secretly complaining and feeling worried about his future.

He secretly looked at the more than 50 quasi-emperors in the hall, thinking about the many "chaos opportunities" that Jiang Yifei had created... What if four or five lucky people really became chaos bodies after going through so much "hardship"...

The Qing Emperor was so drunk when he thought about this. How would he, the great emperor of the time, live his life then? !

That’s not even counting the young people of this era, and which peerless geniuses will rise among them!

Thinking of the "Devouring Heaven Magic Art" that someone had secretly started to promote, he tried his best to make sure that every cultivator who embarked on the path of cultivation had a copy, and also used the countless corpses he had robbed from the underworld to refine their essence in batches, packaging it as a loan business and pushing it out...

After Jiang Yifei confronted him the day before yesterday, Qingdi's heart of Taoism has never been calm again. With an excited heart and trembling hands, he really has an impulse to slap the young troublemaker to death in the face, to eliminate a great harm for all living beings in the universe and for himself.

But in the end, he didn't take action.

After all, he was first caught by Jiang Yifei's words, and the provocation was very effective.

——As the emperor of the world, you should not be afraid of any challenges!

However, this challenge is a bit crazy. If the killing goes crazy, there might be at least a dozen Chaos Body-level emperors!

"Fortunately, I walked out of the Immortal Pond 30,000 years earlier, practiced, and attained enlightenment..."

"If it happens in this lifetime... oh, I might have to shed a dozen layers of skin."

The Qing Emperor suddenly felt fortunate for himself.

This world is filled with chaos and insanity to the extreme. Not to mention him, even for the likes of Emperor Zun, Immortal, Beginningless, and Silkworm King, if they dare to be born in this era, it is unrealistic to think of dominating the world.

If anyone clamors to suppress the entire era by himself, there might be more than ten or twenty pairs of Chaos Fists coming to attack, beating the arrogant madman so hard that his head is covered with bruises, bleeding and crying.

Not to mention ordinary ancient emperors!

'Gu Xin'ao, I don't know whether I should regret that you died early and didn't choose to seal yourself in this life, otherwise you could have fulfilled your long-cherished wish of fighting a bloody battle with me?'

The Green Emperor sighed in his heart, thinking of the hero who had tried his best but was defeated by him. It was not because he was not talented enough, but because his physique was not good. Otherwise, he would really feel the pressure. "Or should you be thankful that you don't have to be calculated and played by others in this era, and get your face bleed..."

"To use that little devil's bullshit words, pregnancy, abortion, suicide, promiscuity, etc. are the content that should be included in the youth trauma literature of the Imperial Road..."

"This era... is so damn dark!"

Even though Qingdi was an almighty God, he felt sympathetic at this moment.