King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 437

"According to the ancestor's calculation, the holy spirit stone fetus should be near here. That thing is related to the ancestor's plan. We can't make any mistakes this time!" Above the sky, a handsome man dressed in a golden brocade robe The man said solemnly.

He is a master of the Fan family, named Fan Sanyang.

"The stone embryo of the holy spirit is a natural thing. It can be said that it is an innate god. Once it is born, it can reach the realm of human immortality. This kind of innate god has its own protection from heaven and earth. It is impossible to still be calculated by masters! "

"Only the ancestors can break through the cover of heaven and earth with their supreme cultivation, and see where this thing is!" Behind the man in the golden robe, a woman in a snow-white fur coat with an extremely delicate face has a look on her face. Said in admiration.

Her name is Fan Xueyuan, and she is also a member of the Fan family.

"Of course, the ancestor's physical body has reached the state of ever-changing in the legend, and his soul has also passed through the nine-fold thunder calamity, and he is only one step away from the highest state of Yangshen."

"In this world, besides the Holy Emperor Yu, who else is the ancestor's opponent? Even among the hundreds of saints, the ancestor's cultivation base is still ranked first!" The man in the golden robe laughed.

In today's era, there are hundreds of philosophers, exactly one hundred, not one more, not one less.

Every sage is at least the cultivation level of the creator, but the creator is not necessarily a sage. Compared with the general creator, the sages have some things that other creators do not have.

That kind of thing is called a dream, a dream where everyone is like a dragon!

It is precisely because of this kind of big dream that this group of people who are called all saints by outsiders seem a little different.

Moreover, ordinary people's practice goes through the seven processes of calming the mind, coming out of the shell, night tour, day tour, exorcism, appearance, and possession, and then breaks the boundary between life and death, in order to achieve the last realm under the Yang God, the ghost fairy.

If you become a ghost fairy, you can dissect the corpse and reincarnate, seize the house and return to the soul, without the mystery of the womb, you can escape the world, so there is a word of fairy in this heavy realm.

And above the nine heavens, there are nine levels of thunder, so ghosts and immortals also have nine levels of realm.

The cultivation of ghost immortals is a process of crossing thunder and calamity and refining the scum in the soul.

Ordinary people will pass through the thunder calamity, and they will almost die and survive every calamity, and there will be a long period of weakness after the thunder calamity passes.

However, if the accumulation is strong, it is possible to avoid this period of weakness.

Like today's philosophers and saints, in fact, they used to be just scholars, they didn't practice martial arts, they practiced Taoism.

On weekdays, they nourish their energy and read books, comprehend the truth, and absorb the truth in their hearts, but they don't show any magic.

They are not like practicing Taoism. They have all kinds of incredible abilities when they practice. Before they survive the thunder disaster, they are just mortals. Even a stronger mortal can kill them.

Although they are full of reason, the reason has not been transformed into strength.

What he cultivates is the Tao, the most fundamental Tao. There is Tao but no skill.

Until their accumulation is complete, one day when the thunderstorm rises, their souls escape from their bodies and break into the thunder calamity.

After the baptism of Lei Jie, all the principles will be transformed into power, the strength is as great as the reason.

People like them, who are called sons, are the kind of people who, once their souls come out of their shells, can at least go through the seven calamities and become ghosts and immortals of the seven calamities, which is the so-called creator.

This kind of cultivation can already create things in the void, so they are called the creators, and the best of this group, such as Fanzi, are all souls who have crossed the nine-fold thunder calamity as soon as they came out of their shells, and reached the level of turning thunder into a human being. the point of the water.

In such a realm, even the violent thunder can be turned into warm thunder water in their hands. The soul is originally Yin, and thunder belongs to Yang. At the point of Nine Calamities, the nature of pure Yang has been born in the soul.

Even if the soul of this level is out of the body, it is no different from the real physical body!

"Actually, I wanted to imitate my ancestors. I didn't practice martial arts. I just read books to nourish my energy and understand the truth, until I finally crossed several thunderstorms like my ancestors and reached the high level of a ghost!" Fan Sanyang continued, "It's a pity that my talent is limited. I have worked hard to learn for a hundred years, but I have only raised my mind to the point where there is no filth or distracting thoughts in my mind. It is impossible to directly reach the Creator like the ancestors!"

"It's not your problem, but this era has come to an end, there is no place for me to wait!" Fan Xueyuan smiled wryly.

"The ancestors once said that the birth of their sons and hundred saints was inherited from a certain mysterious power between heaven and earth. Now the saint emperor is stupid and immoral, and wants to bully the common people, so heaven and earth spontaneously gave birth to their hundred saints. son."

"Everyone can only be a hundred saints, there can be no more than one!" Fan Sanyang shook his head.

"It's a pity that the great ambitions of the ancestors and others are too great, so that it is difficult for the ancestors and others to reach the invincible state of the Yang God. If the several Yang Gods take action, it is impossible for Shenghuangyu to have any resistance!"

Although the Holy Emperor is called stupid, stupid is not stupid. The so-called great wisdom is like stupid, which is actually a kind of great wisdom.

Moreover, the word "Yu" is the real name of the Holy Emperor. In the ancient times, only the most noble existence could have a name with a single word.

The so-called Dao Benyi, a one-character name, originally conformed to a certain truth.

From ancient times to the present, it has been ruled by ten holy emperors, and each of these ten holy emperors is an invincible figure in the Yang God realm.

Pan, Shi, Du, Yuan, Hong, Xia, Kun, Yu, Ji, Yu!

The ten characters represent the ten most precious and greatest existences, but maybe nine is really an extreme number. The first nine holy emperors are all wise, but the tenth holy emperor Yu is finally rotten.

Invincible strength and supreme power make Yu arrogant, and even the wisdom he is proud of is blinded.

Before the masters came out, all masters on 99 continents had to be loyal to Yu, and the method of Taoism cultivation was also controlled by Yu, and no one else was allowed to practice without authorization.

Stupidity is treating everyone as its own slave, and does not give people the slightest hope of detachment.

It was also in this situation that the masters were born. They do not practice Taoism, but only understand the truth. Once they are born, they will be able to survive countless eons and become the creator. It is this group of masters who broke the coercion of ignorance , making hope reappear in the world!
Although one Creator cannot be the opponent of Holy Emperor Yu, but the combination of hundreds of Creators is enough to compete with Holy Emperor Yu!

"Everyone came into being. Although we don't have the great ambitions and principles of our ancestors, it is not hopeless to practice step by step. As long as our ancestors and others can eliminate the four auras of the Holy Emperor this time, maybe this The world can reproduce the flourishing cultivation world in ancient times!" Fan Sanyang laughed.

But all of a sudden, his face became serious, and then he yelled violently, "He Fangxiao is so young, he dares to peep here!"

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