The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 385 If you are a brother, come to play "Crouching Dragon and Phoenix", I will wait for you in 114514 city!
"Are you really sure?"

The voice of the hero who stepped on the bones of the emperor and Ling Suiyue was faint.

The person in the coffin did not answer, but whispered.

"There are countless romances in the world."

"Someone transforms through the ages, transforms into freedom, illuminates the splendor of the world with one body, accommodates the ancient history of thousands of years, and finally turns into a true seed, which is Nirvana and inheritance."

"There are also people who are dreaming of Eternal Eternal, a picture scroll of Eternal Time and Space, and their own body becomes a field, so that a true seed will fall, and wait for it to take root and germinate, the flowers will bloom and fall, and the Dao fruit will begin to emerge."

"Those that have passed away will eventually reappear, but what has been is dissipating."

"Two heavenly emperors perform their skills on the same stage, crouching dragons and phoenixes bloom together, so that one is born and dies forever, and the left foot steps on the right foot, spiraling up to heaven."

"The common people are as weak as ants, but after all, they occupy a share of truth."

"At the same time, there can only be one real 'I'... When he dies, he can be reflected, revived, returned from death, and revived in thought."

"I don't know when, and I don't know who... I forgot!"

"Someone is planning, maybe they can help the plateau, let them really and completely wipe out the worlds, wipe out the heavens, and let the worlds be completely destroyed."

"At the same time of destruction, accompanied by the splendor of new life, it is the return of the ages, and the reappearance of all living beings!"

"All times come from existence to nonexistence, but we come from nothing to existence, reflecting all the times and all the creatures in the past, and hiding them in a big dream..."

"At that time, who is the real history? Who is the real 'true'?"

"The living and the dead are in complete opposition here... Traveling through the prehistoric universe, condensing the mysteries of heaven and earth, reversing life and death and disillusionment, perhaps, we can see a ghost wake up, and send him the most sincere 'greetings'—— Is this game fun?"

"Here, step on him, sprint to the supreme realm, and break all the cause and effect of all ages and ages!"

"Thousands of ages, all ages, it's too bitter... After repeated torture, it's better to end it with this battle."

The voice of the person in the coffin is vicissitudes, he wants justice not for himself, but for the common people who have been slaughtered since hundreds of millions of epochs!
"Is the First World War over? I'm looking forward to it." Yingjie, who stepped on the bones of the emperor, was heroic and passionate, "Count me in!"

"Back then, I was short-sighted... What's the point of making a sword out of leftovers? You should have smelted that man's coffin!"

"I can't even poop cleanly, and I have to keep future generations busy... If I don't scold him and beat him to death after he is revived, how can I relieve my miserable pain of being a corpse for hundreds of millions of years?"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed out loud, with a fearless pride.

The person who stepped on the emperor's bone laughed for a long time before he stopped, "The crouching dragon and phoenix come out together, reflecting the eternal world, are the two of them enough?"

"It's not enough, even if one person is the seed, the other is the field, and mutual achievement is not enough." The man in the coffin replied, "It's just that the plateau has been busy, and the great sacrifices have created enough enemies for itself. .”

"Someone has insight into the mystery of the copper coffin of the third generation. It is not without reason that heroes with unlimited potential are occasionally created."

"Every sacrifice, pointing to the source of the plateau, is a surge of thought, which will trigger the mechanism, thus creating a hero with boundless potential!"

"One sacrifice, one achievement...how many years!"

"The more ruthless and fierce the sacrifice is, the more outstanding the heroes are created... It's just that in the past, these heroes failed to grow up and died halfway."

"Now, they will also return to carry out the ultimate liquidation!"

……

"Am I going to die here?"

Ye Fan lamented.

The Great Mill seems to be able to destroy the world. Only when you are really in it can you understand what there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

This is simply beyond human power to contend with. Even if the Immortal King of the Six Paths of Samsara is added to his body, he will still use his strength, but he will not be able to overthrow the sky. He can only passively wait for the judgment of fate.

When the big mill turned, boundless pain swept Ye Fan's heart.

He felt that his body seemed to be disintegrated at this moment, turning into pieces one after another, like leaves falling, and like light rain flying, it was shattered bones and ashes, and ashes were blown up.

Ye Fan was in a trance, his spirit was swaying, and then disintegrated, feeling that he had turned into particles, each one was shining, leaving the original world, reincarnated, and reborn.

This is an indescribable, very strange feeling.

Ye Fan could feel that everything about himself was being "stripped off", as if he was conducting an ultimate philosophical defense.

——What exactly is "I"?What is "I"?
Am I still "me" without my physical body?

Broken soul, am I still "me"?

Erase memory, am I still "me"?

……

All of these, under the great grinding of the world, were tortured, allowing Ye Fan to understand deeply and clearly while he was hesitating between life and death.

Of course, the process is by no means uncomfortable.

In the same situation as him, all kinds of corpses that fell into the millstone together have already been crushed, like plump and juicy meat buns, which were finely ground, popped, and "juice" flowed out. "... It's just that these "juices" are blood and soul light!
Everything in life, even the deepest and unforgettable fighting spirit and obsession, will not have the slightest possibility of being retained under the cold grinding disc, and will be obliterated and turned into pure, blank spiritual seeds.

The corpses and blood were refined and turned into the most original energy!
Everything has been grinded, from the body to the spirit, back to the source!

Let you be magnificent and magnificent, so what if you look down on the world?

After death, at the end of the reincarnation, everything will come to an end, the glory of the past, the glory of the previous life, will be ground to pieces, and will never be seen again!
"Is this reincarnation!"

Ye Fan was enduring great pain and torment. At this moment, a power emerged from nowhere to support him, making him immortal. He resisted the mighty power of the Fengdu ghost town and the Great Mill, and insisted on witnessing.

The bones and remnants of all spirits, returning to their origin, where will they end up? !
Gradually, like the fog dissipated, he saw a river, the years were surging, the time was rushing, and he went to an unknown time and space.

In the river, it is the blank spiritual seeds that are ups and downs, and it is the essence of refining the corpse that is floating.

They are turbulent, like fertilizer, to nourish a barren soil, to maintain a plant that is difficult to grow—it is very thin, as if hungry for nine meals in three days, it is really helpless, so it is not picky eaters.

In a daze, Ye Fan felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he saw a little thief secretly stealing all the dead from the heavens and the world.

They never refused to come, used waste, recovered true spirits, and emptied the heavens and worlds bit by bit, shouting the slogan - "Not a single soul is left for the darkness!"

——"Our greatest kindness to all beings is to prevent them from reincarnating into this dark and cruel world!"

——"Small Run Xianyu, Big Run God, Run Zhong Run, enter my dream!"

——"Damn the game, the authority dog ​​locks the blood and opens the hang, the free player is like a dog... abandon the game! You must abandon the game! Fight for the rights of the players!"

——"When I was young, I spurned the Demon Ancestor, when I was sensible, I understood the Demon Ancestor, and when I matured, I became a Demon Ancestor!"

——"Lie down and die, death will live forever! If you are a brother, come and play "Crouching Dragon and Phoenix", I will wait for you in 114514 city, see you there!"

"..."

Ye Fan was confused and in a trance. For a moment, he felt an endless torrent of information washing over him and drowning him... It was a weight that life could not bear, and it could drown him in it.

"not good!"

At the critical moment, he was struggling, and the true spirit, which had been crushed into particles one after another, was trying to shine, resisting a terrifying intake power.

It turns out that curiosity killed the cat.

Some things, when you know and gain insight, will be close to you.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.

That unknown time and space is capturing him at this moment, trying to reincarnate Ye Fan into it.

After entering, what will happen?
Ye Fan didn't know, but felt a kind of great terror spontaneously, as if someone was laughing "Jie Jie" and said something incomprehensible-"My stupid deity, you are finally here! Be my substitute quickly! , I don't want zero zero seven anymore!"

"No...I can't die...I want to go home...There are so many relatives and friends waiting for me..."

At the juncture of life and death, Ye Fan struggled, but failed, and a drop of crystal tears flowed from his broken soul.

That's right.

Although he has forgotten the past, there is always a kind of longing that cares about him inexplicably, as if it is his hometown or relatives.

He doesn't want to die, and he can't!
This seems to have touched something. At the end of the unknown time and space, one blurred soul body after another emerged.

The appearance of these soul bodies made Ye Fan horrified.

Because, they seem to have exactly the same face, similar, similar.

Moreover, it made Ye Fan feel like looking in a mirror!

Great fear, at this moment clenched Ye Fan's heart - if he still had this thing.

Fortunately, those souls glowed brightly with smiles, calming the horror in his heart.

Moreover, they have their own temperaments, which seem to be caused by the different environments in which they grew up. Each has its own splendor, each has its own suffering, and has created a very different and unique personality.

Among them, one person is the most, exuding gorgeous light all over his body, as if he was blessed by the supreme powerhouse, reborn in suffering, and rescued in despair.

Ye Fan looked at him, as if he had seen his past and present in a hazy way.

"I'm going to die, who...can help me take care of my sister...she is too young, I can't worry..."

At that moment, just like this moment!
In the end, this creature made a move, shaking the eternal time and space, and attracted a gaze, relieving Ye Fan of the danger of life and death.

A great way emerges, majestic in ancient and modern times, looking down on the world, it is the will of the most powerful come!

"Boom!"

The fairy soil was trembling slightly, as if some terrifying existence had revived, confronting that kind of avenue!
It's just the aftermath, as if the heavens and the world have been wiped out, and the birth and death of the ages are all in one thought!
At this moment, Ye Fan's breathing stopped.

——Is the supreme powerhouse about to engage in a life-and-death battle?

"Buzz!"

The roar of the avenue, the brilliance of billions of time and space, imprinted into the depths of the fairy land, vibrating the sound of the road, only four words.

Ye Fan paid close attention, his spirit tensed up to the extreme.

He tried to remember and imprint it in his heart, and freeze it forever... This kind of game confrontation between supreme masters, even if he only got a little gain, it would be enough to play a vital guiding role in his life and practice.

Unfortunately, in the end he was numb all over.

There is no dominance that looks down on the heavens and self-respect, and there is no ruthlessness that is cold-blooded and sweeps away the world.

It is only plain and indifferent, embodying the humanistic spirit, and explaining that unity is strength.

And, practice is not just about fighting and killing, it is also about being humane!

"Give me some face."

The sound of the Tao sounded roaring, and by the way, thunder rolled in Ye Fan's heart, as if thousands of horses were galloping-all alpacas!
But what makes him numb and demented even more is that this kind of avenue really works!

The revived will in the fairy land was silent, as if it had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

The power of face and avenue so far is shocking.

——Little monks will trample on each other, and the bosses are all cooperating with each other, hello, hello, hello everyone!

Ye Fan witnessed a dirty deal, and he was the item of that deal.

In the bright light, the traction of the unknown time and space on him dissipated, and instead, there was a vague imprint floating in the depths of his soul.

Ye Fan examined it carefully, and found that it looked like a seed, but it was very shriveled, as if it had been crushed by someone, severely deformed, and lacked vitality.

At the same time, some information spontaneously appeared in his mind, allowing him to interpret and understand.

Seeds need nourishment, they are the Dao, they are the common people, they are sacrifices...

"Take root in the reversal of yin and yang, germinate in the disillusionment of life and death... In the end, a tree of Taoism will grow, and the light of Taoism will bloom, guiding your way home..."

At this moment, Ye Fan was tempted.

Come back home!

He can go home!
Before he could express anything in his joy, he felt the heaven and the earth tremble, and time roared, as if there was an immeasurable river of time surging and sweeping away everything.

Ye Fan fell, this is not the perspective he can stay in for a long time now.

And before he fell, he saw a lot, all of which were terrifying scenes, which seemed to be a corner of the future, and also seemed to be a reappearance of the past.

There is darkness sweeping, flooding one world after another, harvesting all living beings and treating them like leeks.

There are mottled altars, and terrifying figures bow their heads and salute, as if they are paying respect to some kind of person.

The bloody wave seemed to condense the sorrow and resentment of the ages, emerged from the past and gathered under a bloody banner, brazenly launched the conquest of the coexistence of the ages.

……

There are too many, condensing the main theme of countless eras, gathering here, shining and brilliant.

However, these seem to be too far away from Ye Fan - after all, he is just a small person now, even if the sky falls, he wants to support it, but he is powerless.

The world is in darkness, the long river is receding, and all the strange dreams are dissipating.

The last thing I saw was a small boat swimming in the long river of time, carefully avoiding all the wind and waves, and going upstream, as if tracing the endless and distant past, as if someone was at the source Waiting to be ferried, that is the first ancestor of all spirits, a supreme and supreme Taoist ancestor!

(End of this chapter)