The Great Black Hand

Because he had heard many familiar things, such as... Fighting Buddha!

This is an ancient person who appeared two thousand years ago. He was in Beidou, but was written by a novelist from the ancient star.

Another example is the Investiture of the Gods by the Wushi Emperor, which interprets another legend on the ancient star.

All of this is like a dream, interweaving and confusing reality, making people feel like they are in a dream.

The Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he replied in a kind tone, "I already know your confusion and can answer it for you."

At this moment, the Emperor of Tang was like a helpful and kind-hearted man. He was happy to answer the questions of the great men of this era without any airs.

Different from the self-centered Buddha, and different from the Demon Ancestor who wants to change the world, he has the mind and bearing of a human emperor, like a perfect sage and god.

"Young Saint, you are extremely talented. Relying on your wisdom and understanding, you have found a way to transcend chaos."

Emperor Tang smiled and said, "However, you have not practiced for long enough. You are a latecomer. You don't understand the mysteries of practice clearly and deeply enough, and you lack a little understanding."

"Please explain my doubts to your Majesty." Ye Fan became serious.

Jiang Yifei nodded, then he stood up leisurely with a calm demeanor, perfectly portraying the saint's transcendence and detachment.

“Perhaps, to the intuition of mortals, the future is vague, unpredictable, and unguessable.”

“As for the world outside of one’s own perception, one is even more confused.”

"However, the world in the eyes of the monks is not the same."

"There are countless magical arts in this universe. Take the most legendary nine secrets, for example. One of them is the secret of the word 'front'."

"This secret, which focuses on the soul, can unlock incredible potential and occasionally capture a glimpse of the past or the future..."

Jiang Yifei talked eloquently, "Perhaps, the author on your ancient star is like this. He mastered this secret by accident, or he was touched by a little inspiration by chance. He has never practiced this secret, but he has obtained the state of mind of the Tianzun when he created this secret."

"Then, a divine light appeared, and his thoughts and feelings transcended, transcending the trajectory of his life. He saw the road ahead and saw a corner of the past and future, as if in a dream."

He was fooling Ye Fengchu, and what he said sounded as if it were true, which made the Holy Body stunned.

In fact, this cannot be entirely considered a scam.

Because this situation is not false... In another timeline, Ye Fengchu was so good at cheating that he almost didn't follow the basic laws. He had an "epiphany" on the Holy Body Ancestor Star and "dreamed" of his own great success. Experiencing that state in advance is a future trajectory.

Along that trajectory, the entire universe was in ruins, the heaven was destroyed, the ancient forbidden land became ruins, the life and death of the empress became a mystery... Correspondingly, all the major life forbidden areas, including the underworld, were killed and destroyed.

Afterwards, Ye Fengchu leaped into the third heaven, leaving all the geniuses of his generation behind.

This is a miracle, a resonance of the origin, the secret of the word "Xing" and the secret of the word "Qian" left by the ancestor of the Holy Body.

If he recorded this dream and wrote it into a story... isn't this a kind of "destiny"?

So, Jiang Yifei was telling the truth.

However, when facing Ye Fan, these true words... were obviously mixed with some lies.

"I also know something about your ancient star."

Jiang Yifei said in a deep voice, making Ye Fan tense.

"After all, you know that my ancestor on your ancient planet is also the ancestor of human civilization, Emperor Yan."

Ye Fan nodded seriously, he had no doubt about it.

"So, my Jiang family also has some channels, and we are paying attention to the ancient star where you were born." Jiang Yifei's eyes looked sincere, as if what he said was true.

"I also know the so-called four great classics..."

"Wu Cheng'en...right? This man has been dead for four or five hundred years."

He whispered, "But the stories he wrote illuminated a lot of the future..."

"There is a person like Jin Chanzi in this world, and he is a direct disciple of Sakyamuni..."

When Jiang Yifei said this, Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat - it was actually such a name. This should be an illusory existence and should not appear.

Jin Chanzi was the previous life of Tang Sanzang, according to Journey to the West. However, there is no such record in orthodox Buddhism, so it is just a fabrication.

However, now, Emperor Tang told him that there was indeed such a person!

Moreover, the timing is very delicate.

"He is not that old, only about a hundred years old now, and is far from being Master Xuanzang..."

"This is actually enough to prove that the man back then saw a vague future, wandered between reality and illusion, and finally wrote a dreamlike work... Just read it as a story, but don't take it seriously."

Jiang Yifei smiled. He used this example to tell Ye Fan that such things were full of mystery and coincidence, but in fact they were not a big deal and he didn't need to take them too seriously.

There is absolutely no shady deal behind this, and there is no one arranging or manipulating him or writing a script for his fate.

"It's not someone who controls everything and dominates the fate of all people...it's your own talent and character that determine your life."

Jiang Yifei gave the young Saint some advice, asking him to be more open-minded and take things easy. "Besides, although you are somewhat amazing and can be called a great man, think carefully... it's impossible that so many ancient emperor-level figures would come together to plot against you just to play along, right?"

"Ah...haha..." Ye Fengchu smiled awkwardly and shook his head embarrassedly. The last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"I see!"

He sighed, relieved and no longer confused.

Indeed, it is not logical that so many big figures can guide his destiny step by step!

Is he that worthy of attention?

Ye Fengchu himself doesn’t think so.

As everyone knows...

There is a most unpredictable existence in this world, and it is called "brother control".

——Not to become an immortal, just to wait for your return in this mortal world.

This empress has already been appointed!

Ye Fengchu must become an emperor so that the empress can see whether he is the person who has been reincarnated and whether he can awaken his memories of his past life after becoming the emperor.

For this, Hedao Huadu is ready!

This kind of treatment is the envy of all ancient emperors throughout history. It proves that hard work does not have an infinite effect. Luck... is the most important thing!

Others have to fight to the death to achieve enlightenment, but a similar flower can easily win by doing nothing.

Jiang Yifei was very envious. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not good for young people to win without doing anything. If Ye Fengchu had not gone through hardships, how could he have a successful future?

Even if there are no difficulties, we must create difficulties for him!

This was recognized by the empress, allowing Ye Fan to rush forward on the bumpy road of life, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom and rushing towards the endless abyss.

Jiang Yifei was very happy, the flower was similar to the one of the owner of the bronze coffin for three generations!

How much value can this create? !

How many times can you pluck the wool?!

When you are undecided, just add some burden to Ye Fengchu...

When inspiration runs dry, I'll add some burden to Ye Fengchu...

In short, let Ye Fan suffer a little more and let him bear the blame!

Of course, as a demon ancestor with a conscience, he is well aware that there is an art to cutting leeks. While harvesting, one must not forget to apply fertilizer, weed, and cultivate the soil in time, and pay attention to proper management. Only in this way can the value creation of harvesting once a month outside of winter be achieved.

So, seeing that Ye Fan's eyes were already shining with enlightenment, his heart was filled with a sense of mission, and he was determined to contribute his own strength to the great cause of pacifying the life forbidden zone, Jiang Yifei decided to help him.

"You want to cultivate the Hundred Scriptures in the furnace, which is a road full of dangers..."

He was very frank at this moment and told Ye Fan that embarking on this path was destined to be bumpy and would often be accompanied by death.

"You have external tribulations, and you also have internal tribulations..."

"There's not much we can do to help you, because the path you're walking on is unknown and we've never walked on it."

"However, as long as you have a broad mind, there are always more solutions than difficulties... There is a tricky method that may help you and save you from many detours."

Jiang Yifei said.

"Really?" Ye Fengchu was in high spirits. He was no longer sleepy when he heard about the benefits. "What's the method?"

"See the future and take shortcuts!"

Jiang Yifei smiled, "Didn't you have doubts about your fate before?"

"Well, why not start on that?"

“See the possible trajectory of your future, avoid risks, and change your destiny…”

"However, this is not easy. It requires you to have a great understanding of the "Xing" and "Qian" secrets among the Nine Secrets..."

“Besides, some help is needed.”

Having said that, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the starry sky.

Ye Fan followed him and did the same action, but found nothing.

However, this does not mean that everything is calm.

In fact, a great war is breaking out deep in the starry sky!

……

"boom!"

With a clapping of one hand, it enveloped the eternal galaxy, blocked out all light, cut across the years, and cut off the void.

Boundless chaos covered down, disrupting the mysteries of heaven, collapsing all laws of nature, and making this starry sky a lawless and lawless place.

"Roar!"

Three roars were heard, and the strongest ones were fighting hard. Together, they launched an unparalleled killing spree, which was enough to rival the Supreme of the forbidden area who had not yet reached the highest level of sublimation. They could destroy everything and ruin everything.

However, under that giant palm, their resistance was so fragile that it was crushed. The chaotic fairy light flowing between the palm and fingers pressed on them, causing their bodies to explode and blast out purple blood mist.

Moreover, the aftermath continued, and the big hand slowly pressed down, making it difficult for their broken bodies to reassemble.

This was absolutely a shocking scene, three supremely powerful men were suppressed by one hand. Not to mention they couldn't raise their heads, even kneeling was a luxury!

"Master of the Saint Sect, how dare you bully our Tyrant Body lineage like this!"

Some powerful people were unwilling to give in and roared. They emitted pieces of overbearing divine light and collapsed the surrounding space and time.

"You were the first to violate my taboo..."

Divine sound was faint, and a blurry figure walked over. Infinite chaos surged, and endless divine power was mighty... However, all this was confined to a small piece of time and space, and had never spread far, so it was difficult for the outside world to perceive.

This is the public enemy of all races today, the hope of hope for the lower-level monks - the Lord of the Holy Gate!

At this moment, it was he who took action, attacking the three great Tyrants who had hurriedly returned to the Tyrant's ancestral star, and killing them bloodily.

He did a "small" action on the Tyrant's ancestral star... not much, just digging up their ancestral graves and borrowing them for use.

No matter what, the physique of the Tyrant Body lineage is the best in the universe, except for special exceptions such as the Chaos Body, the Innate Holy Body, the Taoist Embryo, the Immortal Weapon and so on, they can roam the universe!

With such physique, the origin of the great tyrant bodies of the past, how could they be left in the tomb?

Naturally, we must let them “rise from the coffin” and shine for this great era!

Moreover, he had another plan.

As expected, when unusual movements occurred in the tomb of the Tyrant's ancestral star, the three Great Tyrants could no longer sit still. They rushed to the ancestral star, but were intercepted and killed by the Lord of the Holy Gate.

They encountered a great disaster and truly realized the Demon Ancestor's power that surpassed the creation of nature and the invincibility of his chaotic body.

No matter how many magical powers they have, and how many wonderful methods they use, they cannot penetrate the thin chaotic mist. Ninety-nine percent of the divine power and laws disappear in it, and cannot cause the slightest ripple.

"You know clearly that the bald man from the Buddhist sect is not on good terms with me, yet you still dare to attend the Ten Thousand Races Conference hosted by him..."

"What? Do you think the knife in my hand is not sharp?"

His reasons were very domineering, even more domineering than the tyrant body.

——You dare to go to pay homage to the King of Freedom Buddha. Don’t you take me, the Lord of the Holy Sect, seriously? !

The three tyrants felt bitter in their mouths and wanted to vomit blood - how could they justify this?!

At that time, the Buddha was extremely powerful and had supreme magical powers. It seemed that he had manipulated time and turned the era upside down...Did they dare not attend the meeting?

They originally didn't want to pay any attention to the King of Freedom Buddha, but the Buddha's gaze was grim and his eyes were as sharp as torches. He looked at the Tyrant Ancestral Star, which made them shudder.

I had no choice but to attend the meeting... and yet I was late.

As a result, although Zizai Wang Buddha did not say anything, the Lord of the Holy Gate rushed in front of them and swept them away, beating them so hard that they covered their heads with their hands and did not know what fighting back meant.