The Great Black Hand

The White-clothed Footprint Emperor laughed, but finally nodded in agreement, "Okay, as you wish."

“However, with the results of such polishing, can he really stand in front of that person and suppress the source of unrest for countless ages?” He had deep doubts.

"That's inevitable!" Jiang Yifei gave the most affirmative answer.

Chapter 370 The poor young boy will never dream of the vampire ancestor!

"He is my good brother after all!" Jiang Yifei said righteously, "As his elder brother, even if I make him suffer now, I will still 'love' him in the end!"

The Emperor of White Clothes and Footprints twitched his lips - I don't believe you at all!

"In this world, is anyone qualified to be my good brother?" Jiang Yifei just whispered, "I do have a few 'good sisters', but he is the only good brother I have."

"Just because he has that talent... you should know that."

"The Great Dream of Eternity...?" The White-robed Emperor understood. "I admit that this is remarkable, but it seems that it is not enough to be the core of pacifying everything, right?"

"How can it not be enough?" Jiang Yifei asked with a smile, "In fact, the potential of this magical power is infinite."

"We can't deny its brilliant future just because Fellow Daoist Xiaoye's development is mediocre."

The Demon Ancestor smiled meaningfully, "He is just dreaming of a few thousand years now, and occasionally opens a time cheat for himself to practice... After all, his vision is too small, and he is not worthy of the description of 'eternity'."

"The great dream lasts forever. One era is considered an ancient time, and one dream is trillions of years!"

These words made the emperor in white stunned. The great dream lasts for eternity? The great dream lasts for trillions of years?

If a pig can live for trillions of years, it should be able to overthrow the king and become an emperor, right?

"Is this possible?" The emperor shook his head. "Although it is just a dream, it should at least follow some basic logic, right?"

"A dream lasting billions of years? How can his shallow life support such a rich dream background?"

"There are ready-made ones!" The corners of the Demon Ancestor's mouth curled up slightly, "Look, hasn't the universe under our feet gone through countless eras?"

"And along with the universe, the continuation of the bloodline of all living things, doesn't it also have a long history?"

The emperor in white was stunned, and then fell into deep thought.

"Bloodline Law can lack anything, but the thing it lacks the most is history and time!" Jiang Yifei concluded, "In the inner world, countless reflections of the times can be revived - because my ancestors really lived in those times, and the world left traces on them!"

“There are so many things that can be used here…”

"Look at what is happening now, isn't it? The ghosts and gods in the virtual world have awakened, and an invisible hand has manipulated all living beings, making the ambitious people actively "advance" and excitedly contribute their own strength, just to help their ancestors revive, come back to life, and enter the world..."

"Living beings bear the mark of the times, so the more ghosts and gods that are completely revived, the clearer, brighter, more complete, and perfect the corresponding era will be..."

"Some guys have been sold, but they are still counting money for others, paying for work, and enjoying it."

Jiang Yifei smiled and said, "I make the big money, they make the small money, and we all have a bright future."

"As the key to all this, Fellow Daoist Xiao Ye, who personally broke through the gates of hell, is naturally involved in this cause and effect."

"The more traces he leaves in the tide of the times, they will eventually become firewood, allowing him to inherit this great miracle!"

"The dream is eternal, and eternity is but a dream!"

At this moment, the Demon Ancestor revealed a big chess game.

The emperor in white was amazed—all of this was arranged so clearly!

Created an almighty powerful being out of nowhere!

No, there are two!

The Demon Ancestor himself, and the person who took the scapegoat for his karma!

what is this?

Wouldn’t the poor young boy dream of the vampire ancestor?

The emperor in white wondered if there was something wrong with this style of painting.

But then again, at this point he couldn't help but sigh, although it was true that Comrade Xiao Ye had been persecuted repeatedly and suffered more than once, it would be really sweet if all the suffering could pay off!

Thinking about him at the time, why didn't anyone consider this for him?

"Fellow Daoist, you are a great talent..." The Emperor sighed, "But can he bear it?"

"This is a supreme fruit of the Tao, but it can also become a boulder that crushes a person's soul and will."

"He alone has to accommodate countless epochs, trillions of years of order in heaven and earth, and the great path of all living beings..."

Even though he was a quasi-immortal emperor, the emperor in white also felt the pressure at this moment.

"In the end, will he lose himself and become a Taoist in the human world?"

"This is indeed a problem..." The Demon Ancestor smiled calmly, "So, we have to make him suffer as much as possible in the shortest possible time..."

"Let his soul be tested!"

"Let his will be tempered!"

"Make his mind firm and strong!"

The Demon Ancestor's tone was excited and powerful, emphasizing that he was an inhuman being.

"Let him have the lofty spirit of going forward even if there are thousands of people against him, the courage to give up everything, and the unshakable faith that will last forever in his heart..."

"With the heart of preparing for death, bear the heaviness of this time, and then create a miracle!"

Jiang Yifei's saliva was flying everywhere.

Most people who don't know what is said would think that it is about creating an almighty master who is above the Taoist priest!

What courage, what passion, what faith...

Perhaps, this was just an attempt.

However, Ye Fan became the guinea pig in this experiment.

The emperor in white vaguely heard the subtlety of this, and no one knew what he was thinking. He sighed inexplicably, "Is it really that easy to create a miracle?"

Looking back on the past, wasn't he also such a person?

A man sets out on the road alone, leaving a series of footprints on the embankment on this side, crossing the boundary sea to the other side to try to quell the source of darkness.

However, once the nest of quasi-immortal emperors was poked, three quasi-immortal emperors jumped out at once.

From that moment on, he was determined to die. He was determined to give up everything and fight to the death. He had an unshakable belief that would last forever, and he eventually died fighting for this belief!

Until his death, no miracle happened. Only the emperor's corpse and a little immortal fire were left.

"It's hard to say for ordinary people, but our Daoist friend Xiao Ye is different." Jiang Yifei laughed, "Let alone anything else, just look at his face... Ahaha! I believe he can succeed!"

"That's right!" The emperor in white laughed, "Emperor Huang Tian..."

The smile on Jiang Yifei's face was even more subtle.

Emperor Huangtian?

It’s not that simple!

When the time comes, put Ye Fengchu into the Nine Dragons Coffin and directly cosplay as the Master of the Bronze Coffin, no problem!

……

When the darkest plot was being planned behind the scenes, the calamity light in the starry sky dissipated, and a majestic figure of a holy way fell down.

Ye Fan has survived his misfortune and is now at the peak of his life.

"Who else but me can be the proudest person in the world?"

He hummed, full of confidence.

Although in the Virtual God Realm, he was being hunted down by several Heavenly Emperors of the Great Tang Dynasty and had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth...

Although secretly, he was blamed for something he had never seen before, and from then on he became a terrorist of this era. Everyone wanted to kill the evil master of the six realms of reincarnation, and all living beings wanted to drink his blood and sleep on his skin...

Although……

Too many though.

Ye Fan's life, the blood and tears, are gradually turning into a book, "Les Miserables", with him as the protagonist.

But no matter what, he is still very satisfied with his current achievements.

In today's world, among the younger generation, is there anyone who can compare with him? !

"Those who have been surpassed by me are destined to only look up to my back in this life..." Ye Fan said with great pride, "While my peers are still struggling to pursue the way of killing, I have already become a saint, proud of the ancients and the present!"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but all the geniuses in the world are garbage!"

He put his hands behind his back, "The princess and the prince are just in name only."

"In ancient times, great men were subject to rumors."

"The young Emperor of Heaven is somewhat commendable, but he still wastes a lot of time in the world of mortals."

"All is past!"

"If you want to count the heroes, look to me!"

Ye Fan was in high spirits and recited a poem to congratulate himself.

"Who is this person?"

At this time, there was a mumbling sound coming from a distance.

"Woof! I don't know! But looking at his appearance, he seems to have escaped from a mental hospital?"

"Ouch!" someone shouted, "His face looks like he deserves a beating. If you walk on the same road with someone like him, you will get put in a sack, right?"

"I think so!"

"..."

This kind of "secret" discussion made Ye Fan, who had his hands behind his back and his back to everyone, look a little embarrassed.

Such a bad mood!

"What's your attitude?" Ye Fan's face was very long. "Being able to travel with me is the blessing you have cultivated for ten lifetimes, understand? With your cultivation... cultivation..."

Ye Fan turned around and started to stutter as he spoke. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

Then, his voice suddenly rose by more than two octaves.

"Wait! What's going on?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly, from a monkey, to a dog, then to a horse, and finally to a person.

These are all saints, even the dog is a great saint!

How... ridiculous!

"What's wrong with your cultivation?" Ye Fan felt a little tight in his chest for a moment.

Thinking about his journey, I wonder how much hardship and suffering he had to endure before he achieved the status of a great sage today.

But what about his teammates?

It seemed that by eating and drinking, I almost caught up with him!

"Normal! Normal!" the big black dog said loudly, "Who do you think my master is? He is the Great Emperor Wu Shi, the Heavenly Emperor of Humanity!"

"He helped me improve. With my current cultivation level, isn't that normal?"

As Ye Fan listened, his eyes twitched violently... He thought of the big man who had blocked the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King before and called himself the Endless Immortal King.

"Good fellow... you have to look at the owner before beating the dog?!"

"As everyone knows, the founder of my Yaoguang Holy Land is the ruthless emperor." Yaoguang smiled, "We practice the Heaven Devouring Demon Art, which is the least laborious art. A few days ago, I used some tricks to speculate on houses in the Void God Realm... Oh no, it was corpses. I speculated on about 3,000 corpses, and then asked the founder to grant a decree to help, and I swallowed them whole. Luckily, I have come to this point."

Ye Fan was speechless. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable pain in his body, as if his memory had been awakened and he remembered how he was killed by the ruthless emperor before.

"If this kind of demon travels with me, I really won't be scolded or pelted with rotten eggs by everyone, right?"

He sighed secretly.

"I ate my ancestors' food... although I can't say for sure whether they are my ancestors or not." Long Ma shook his head, "Anyway, His Majesty the King of Freedom Buddha took me to the Demon King's Tomb and dug up a senior Long Ma, who made me successful."

"This... is so direct!" Ye Fan's eyelids twitched wildly.

"My father left nothing for me, but my aunt is from the Divine Silkworm Clan." The Holy Prince scratched his head embarrassedly, "His Majesty the Divine Emperor helped me with some connections and took me to a special place for further study. This is what happened when I came out."

"..."