The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

His eyes began to burn with two golden fires. To get rid of the falsehood, he could clearly see what was written in the densely packed small characters on the gold paper.

Even so, the golden paper still did not let Ye Fan get his wish.

Instead, it trembled for a moment, counterattacked the two golden fires that shot out of Ye Fan's eyes, and smashed Ye Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, directly on the stone wall of the cave.

"What the hell..."

Ye Fan was attacked by his own magical powers, and he lay on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, as if he was slightly injured.

Because of the reason he had just been shaken, a small brown wooden bead fell out of his arms, and Gululu rolled on the floor of the cave, just in front of the golden page.

Ye Fan took a closer look, wasn't that small wooden bead the Bodhi seed he had picked up outside Daleiyin Temple?

It seemed to be enveloped by the golden light emanating from the gold paper, and the originally bland bodhi seed suddenly cracked, and then the Buddha engraved on the surface turned into a real Buddha phantom again and appeared in the cave. Gold paper surrounded it.

"Namo Amitabha…"

The sound of the Buddha's trumpet that penetrated time and space echoed in the cave, it seemed to be very long, and it seemed to whisper softly in Ye Fan's ear, making Ye Fan a little lost.

In front of his eyes, the cave that was originally closed has become the Daleiyin Temple that he saw on Yinghuo Xing. Compared with the ruined scene when they arrived, what Ye Fan saw should be the Daleiyin Temple in the prosperous period of Buddhism. .

The golden Buddha, which was even bigger than the Daleiyin Temple, had a face like a peaceful smile, but also a round stare of anger. The word "swastika" in the palm of the hand was shining brightly, and the Buddha slowly patted it with the palm of his hand.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the mountain peaks collapsed. The ancient crocodile crocodile ancestor, who once killed and injured a large number of people, was suppressed by the Buddha under the Daleiyin Temple.

Such a mind-shattering vision, as if Ye Fan was there.

The vision was fleeting, Ye Fan clutched his chest, walked towards the golden page and the Buddha's phantom, and found that the golden page was surrounded by the Buddha's phantom on the Bodhizi. The light dimmed, and the golden light all converged back and slowly condensed into small golden characters that appeared on the paper.

After racking his brains, in the end it was a bodhi seed that he picked up to help him unlock the secret on the golden paper. Ye Fan couldn't help but feel that fate really likes to joke...  

Ye Fan picked up Bodhizi from the ground and held it in his palm, then sat cross-legged in front of the last volume of the "Dao Jing", and slowly put his mind on the golden paper.

After confirming that he would not be attacked this time, Ye Fan heaved a sigh of relief and began to seriously comprehend the last volume of the "Dao Jing".

The phantoms of the six Buddhas surrounded Ye Fan and the golden paper, and the chanting of the sutras in a low voice seemed to bring Ye Fan's mind into an ethereal and quiet space.

The contents of the Taoist scriptures, which I could never spy on, are now clearly engraved in my mind, and I can't get rid of them.

The entire chapter of the "Dao Jing" was run again. The heart of the demon emperor, who had been kept warm in the Shenquan for nine months, overflowed with a strong breath of life again. A drop of cyan blood dripped from the heart, and the essence of life suddenly turned into a rushing river. It hit Ye Fan's body.

If there is no last volume of the "Dao Jing", I am afraid that Ye Fan would have to let the patina shards help him as he did nine months ago.

Now facing this drop of blood from the emperor's heart, Ye Fan's body is like a bottomless pit, swallowing up all the surging life essence like a sea of ​​rivers.

The internal organs, the limbs, the seven orifices, and the meridians of the whole body are all being tempered by the essence of life. Although it was a little painful at first, Ye Fan gradually began to get used to the feeling. Instead, he let out a 0.7 in relief:

"happy!"

At present, there is the huge life essence provided by the heart of the demon emperor, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when running the "Dao Jing". Ye Fan is full of confidence in hitting the realm of the Taoist palace, breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to the next realm.

"Breakthrough, breakthrough..."

Ye Fan kept repeating these two words, and his brows slowly wrinkled. Although his eyes were tightly closed, he saw that his somewhat illusory body was desperately stretching out a pair of fists, trying to break the one above his head. Layer shackles.

That is his soul.

If he can break the shackles above his head, then he can reach the quadruple realm.

As long as the elders of the major forces in the Eastern Wasteland are not there, even if you walk in the Eastern Wasteland, you don't need to be afraid of others thinking about you. .

Chapter [-] The Vision of the Eucharist

At this time, the golden fire was burning in Ye Fan's eyes, and the Dao patterns engraved on the five divine treasures were all revealed, the divine spring gushing, and the divine bridge shining.

The golden blood energy rushed out of his body under his subconscious control, shrouding the entire cave in the golden ocean, but this time, the golden furious sea, which had always been turbulent, became calm.

On the golden sea, particles of fluorescent light formed by the life essence of the demon emperor's heart landed like dust, sinking into the golden sea, and like seeds that were about to break out of their cocoons, looking forward to the final breakthrough.

However, Ye Fan didn't know it, he just sank into the ethereal world, stretched out his hand and felt the invisible barrier, and waved his fist hard to break the barrier that imprisoned him.

Even with the power of the Taoist Palace, no matter how many punches he threw, Ye Fan could never break the shackles, and even in the end he was a little dazed.

"Isn't it time? Why can't I break through the last step?"

01 "No, not possible!"

His eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he regained his previous firmness, and withdrew his blood-stained fist, a smile began to appear on his face.

"It's just real delusion."

The blood on his fists suddenly disappeared, and the exhaustion that he had just slammed into the barrier with his fists also disappeared.

"I am a desolate holy body. In the future, I will not only fight against more powerful saints, but also against those supreme beings. How can I be blocked by the shackles of a realm now?"

"The anger of the sky is against the sky, the anger of people kills people, don't let me shrink a little bit!"

Ye Fan's primordial spirit roared, his right hand was clenched and suddenly wrapped in golden fire, looking at the empty world in front of him, Ye Fan threw a real punch.

This time, there was a crackling sound between the heaven and the earth, and then the whole world shattered into pieces, and the pieces flew off.

The golden light continued to flicker on Ye Fan's body, and the seeds that sank in the golden ocean finally cracked several cracks, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, golden lotus blossoms opened from the seeds, covering the whole area. Gimhae.

The golden lotus seed in the sea of ​​bitterness is one of the visions that the ancient great masters will only appear!

Such a vision is like Qin Xuan tens of thousands of years ago, but Qin Xuan's sea of ​​bitterness is lingering with purple energy, while Ye Fan is only a slightly inferior golden color.

Opening his sharp eyes and shooting out two rays of light, Ye Fan was a little surprised when he saw the vision of the golden lotus in the sea of ​​bitterness.

It is said that most of the people who have the vision of the Sea of ​​Bitterness are talented people with great prospects and talents. It seems that Ye Fan is not too much.