Chapter 366 [Everyone below the saint is an ant! ] (6400)
"The ancient star of Mars!"
The others were puzzled, but Ye Fan, who also came from Earth and was riding in a nine-dragon coffin, narrowed his eyes, a solemn look on his face. He would never forget the life-and-death threat that the crocodile ancestor on Mars brought to him.
Many years later, when facing the ten ancestors who launched the strange plateau, Emperor Ye Tian will recall the distant afternoon when he arrived in the nine-dragon coffin during the sacrifice.
That feeling of intimidation, that feeling of life and death crisis, that feeling of not being able to control one's own destiny is really terrible.
It has nothing to do with strength, but rather a mentality, a kind of despair and helplessness of being unarmed and without the slightest ability to resist.
In terms of bringing pressure to Lao Ye, Crocodile Ancestor is comparable to the Immortal Emperor!
At this thought, Ye Fan and Lin Xian were in sync, smiled knowingly, and asked the Human Demon Great Sage kindly: "Old man, you have traveled far into the starry sky. You must be tired from the journey. Are you hungry?"
"Those golden crows taste good." The old demon smacked his lips and touched his stomach, which was already about 70% full.
One Great Golden Crow plus seven or eight Holy King Golden Crows, even in ancient times, it would be a rare hunt and a good meal.
"There is a Great Leiyin Temple on Mars, which was built by Sakyamuni. Two thousand years ago, eighteen great demons came to attack Hangu Pass, but they were all captured by the Buddha and suppressed under the Great Leiyin Temple, and the temple was turned into eighteen levels of hell!"
Lin Xian held up the Emperor's Banner and said leisurely, "The eighteen levels of hell are separated, two by two, and are located on nine ancient stars. One of the groups is on the ancient star of Mars. The divine thoughts of the Great Saint Body also come from that level of hell."
The old man of the human demon had a solemn expression. He moved his divine eyes, looked into the void, and said in a deep voice, "There are indeed eighteen spatial nodes. Sakyamuni is really amazing. He is worthy of being one of the reincarnations of the Buddha Emperor."
Everyone's expressions also became solemn. The thoughts of a great god were so against the will of heaven that if he were to be fully revived, he could take away half of the life of the Supreme Being. If the eighteen levels of hell were full of such beings, it would be extremely terrifying.
"It's like a restricted area!" The saint of the Ji family took a breath of cold air.
The eighteen peerless demons are either quasi-emperors or peerless saints who are expected to break through to the quasi-emperor level. Together with the Immortal Emperor in the sea eye, they are indeed the standard of the life forbidden zone.
By this calculation, this place is the ninth life forbidden zone in the universe - the Mars forbidden zone, and the eighth forbidden zone is the underworld.
Fortunately, the Immortal Emperor was entangled with the Infinite Emperor and could not escape, so Mars was not that scary.
Lin Xian explained: "He was indeed terrifying in the past, but Sakyamuni Buddha shattered most of his abilities and imprisoned him. Even though he was once the Unrivaled Great Sage, his abilities have greatly decreased and he is not as powerful as before."
The Monkey King, whose strength has been greatly reduced, is just a dish.
At this moment, even the eyes of the old demon lit up. His path was the primitive way of survival of the fittest and coexistence of all living things. If he ate a dozen great saints, it would be no less than swallowing an elixir. By then, I am afraid that the bone stick would have to be transformed into a quasi-imperial weapon first.
"Walk."
The old demon touched his belly, revealing a mouthful of snow-white and sharp teeth, and waved his hand and said, "Let's go hunting!"
The expressions of the saints changed. Hunting down a great saint, or even a quasi-emperor, might be fine if it was just one or two, but killing more than ten was a huge risk, so they all tried to dissuade him.
"Even if you have an imperial weapon, you can't act like this, let alone there is a quasi-emperor in the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
However, to the demons, this was just a fight and a hunt.
"In ancient times, humans and the heavens competed for freedom!"
"In order to survive and to eat, the weak human race sharpened their weapons, forged bows and arrows, and killed creatures that were dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than themselves."
"They fought with all the other races, but they survived. One race actually gave birth to two human emperors, who shook the ancient world and ruled the universe."
The Great Saint of Human Demons scolded: "In the ancient times, the human race has produced countless emperors. One race is worth ten thousand races, but where is the iron-blooded spirit and the courage to fight against the heavens?"
"Seeing you like this, I finally understand why the two emperors' lineages have fallen to this point!"
"After the death of the Holy Emperor of the Sun, the morals of the human race have degenerated to this point!"
What is the matter with the ancient times? It is just a private scheme of the family.
It is precisely because the human race is too smart, too calculating, and too scheming. Every great emperor and family is calculating their own interests, and there is no longer the strong spirit of the ancient human emperor era.
If there were no external enemies, the human race would only fall into endless internal strife and endless internal consumption.
The saints were ashamed, not only because of their strength, but also because of their character.
After becoming rich and having all kinds of bottles and jars, he was no longer willing to die together with his enemies, nor did he have the fighting spirit of being barefoot without fear of wearing shoes.
However, the human-demon is different. He is a primitive man from the era of the Sun Holy Emperor. He possesses the brilliant spirit of the sun and has the ancient legacy.
Even if the Immortal Emperor is before his eyes, the demon dares to hunt the phoenix.
In the eyes of primitive people, no matter whether they are real dragons or fairy phoenixes, everything is just prey. This is the simplest truth and principle.
"The old man is right."
Taiyin body Jiang Tingting held Ye Tong in her arms, like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, and cheered for the Human Demon Great Sage, saying, "I want to go with the old man!"
"Who says women are inferior to men?" Lin Xian exclaimed, then glanced at Ye Fan and said, "Shouldn't you show some appreciation as well?"
“Holy Lord, isn’t your cultivation higher than mine?” Ye Fan was speechless. He was just a Holy Lord Ye, but Lin Xian had already become a king, invincible like a star.
"The Saintess of Tianxuan has already taken over. Do you still want to be the Saint Son of Tianxuan?" Lin Xian sneered and stretched out his hand, saying, "If you don't want to be one, return the Emperor's weapon to me."
"You have an imperial weapon to protect you, but you are still timid. If you are afraid of death, don't be a Tianxuan person!"
"Don't worry!" This time Ye Fan was so anxious that he even spoke in Tianjin dialect. The dragon-patterned black gold tripod had only been in his hands for a few days, so how could he hand it over before it was even warm enough?
There is no general in heaven, so Ye Fan becomes the vanguard.
The ancient planet Mars is all red, with hard sand everywhere, and the dry Gobi Desert is lifeless. However, the Leiyin Temple still stands. After millions of years, the ruins remain, and among the collapsed temples and rubble, there are still a few broken leaves of the Bodhi tree.
Ye Fan and Jiang Tingting, who were sent to fish, stepped into the first level of hell under the Great Leiyin Temple. In the four corners, there was a thick stone pillar supporting the Great Leiyin Temple above.
Various demon gods are carved on these four stone pillars, and there are also blood grooves soaked with dried black blood. These are the demon-transforming pillars used to refine the demon saint.
There are also some huge scales on the ground, which were all fallen off by the crocodile ancestor when he was refined by hell. The evil spirit and essence had been refined away long ago, but there is still a trace of immortality.
Ye Fan was overjoyed and told Jiang Tingting: "This is a good material for refining a holy weapon. Pick it up quickly and don't let the Holy Lord see it."
"I've already looked." Lin Xian's faint voice sounded, and a fat Taoist priest behind him also ran over to take advantage of the opportunity.
"Holy Lord, why did you come down?" Ye Fan was puzzled. Wasn't he asked to be the vanguard?
"You've come all the way here, and the Crocodile Ancestor hasn't attacked yet. I guess he's not at home right now." Lin Xian said calmly. Ye Fan has already tested the little white mouse, so what is he afraid of?
Ye Fan raised his middle finger with a look of contempt →_→
After looting the first layer, Duan De's greedy nature overcame his fear of death, and he quickly ran to the second layer of hell, then exclaimed with an uncontrollable excitement: "This, this is... the Emperor's Tomb?!"
The second layer of hell is the coffin of the Great Saint Body. The power of the Holy Body of Mars is comparable to that of the creation, and is on par with the great emperor. It is not wrong to call it the emperor's tomb.
Duan De looked at the holy body stone coffin jumping up and down, observing the terrain, and said excitedly: "There must be treasures, there must be supreme divine objects. The coffin of the Great Saint Body is extremely fierce. In order to prevent the birth of evil spirits, they must use the immortal objects of the Heavenly Venerable level to suppress it."
It has to be said that Duan De is worthy of being the supreme Taoist ancestor of the tomb-robbing world and the supreme emperor of the Feng Shui world. He calculated a lot with just one observation and a few words.
However, before he could be happy for too long, Lin Xian said calmly: "You are late."
"What do you mean?" Duan De was petrified instantly. He had finally come across the God's Tomb, which was a rare opportunity that only comes once in a million years.
"You are too happy too early." Ye Fan gloated: "The bronze lamp that suppressed the holy body evil spirit was taken away by Sakyamuni Buddha to search for the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the depths of the universe. Even the Great Accomplishment Holy Body God's Mind was taken into the Human Emperor Banner by Saint Lord Lin."
This place is blank, there is nothing.
"No, I don't believe it!"
Duan De screamed, his eyes full of unwillingness. He had finally encountered a tomb of a great saint comparable to that of the emperor. He had finally found a great demon sage to protect him. He was not afraid of the demons from hell. This double joy brought him even more joy. He should have had a dreamlike happy time, but why did it turn out like this?
Duan De, who didn't believe that he would gain nothing, gritted his teeth, sacrificed half of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, and desperately pushed open the sarcophagus of the Great Saint Body, hoping to gain something.
There is a cause and effect between the Hades Emperor and the Ruthless Emperor.
Lin Xian and the others also looked over there. If there really was a corpse of a Great Accomplishment Holy Body, then it could be fused into a Three-Star Holy Body.
Unfortunately, everyone was disappointed in the end.
The sarcophagus was empty; the divine consciousness of the Great Saint Body had already escaped, and only waves of eerie aura filled the air.
"I don't believe it. There is nothing in this place."
Duan De valued money more than his life. Carrying half of the imperial weapon, he was not afraid of any demons or monsters. He rushed forward and saw an extremely shocking scene.
A vast ocean appeared before my eyes, pitch black, with raging waves. Waves of tsunamis were heard, and huge waves hit the sky.
In the distance, there were even a few ships sailing on the waves. They were always very stable and did not capsize, but the green ghost lights were dim, making them look even more eerie.
"Ghost ship!" As an archaeological expert, Duan De said with great certainty.
"There is an ocean on Mars. Is this still the ancient planet Mars?" Ye Fan also rushed over with a strange look on his face. He had seen some related reports before leaving the Earth. Mars was a dead planet with endless barren land and was extremely dry.
"Of course not."
Lin Xian spoke in a deep voice, her eyes looking deep as she murmured, "Do you still remember the North Sea Eye on the Purple Star?"
Ye Fan had also been there before, recalling the scene of Ziwei North Sea. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he said in disbelief: "Is this also the eye of the sea?!"
“Yes, Mars was once a prosperous ancient star of life, but later it encountered a great war and was destroyed, and it has been dry ever since.” Lin Xian sighed, “This is not a coincidence. The North Sea Eye is full of paths to immortality, as is Ziwei and Mars.” The Immortal Treasure Map records the imprints of the human universe and also hides the void map of the fairyland.
The two worlds complement each other. Eternal times ago, they had the same origin and are connected every million years. The ancient life stars are the coordinate nodes of the universe.
This is a node on the road to becoming an immortal.
Only by passing through one node after another can one reach the path to immortality.
Lin Xian took out the immortal map and corresponded with it, while operating his own innate universe map, engraving the terrain on the road to becoming an immortal.
These void nodes are the foundation for his future enlightenment and also the mystery of the evolution of the universe.
Learning from heaven and earth, the path to becoming an immortal is a perfect blueprint. The ancient emperors of all dynasties, while exploring the path to becoming an immortal and opening up one node after another, also revealed the mysteries of the universe.
The supreme beings are bent on becoming immortals and going to the fairyland to live forever. They have no time to care about the mysteries of these nodes. Even if they see them, they will disdain them because they are not planning to stay in the universe.
Of course, there are people who care about these nodes. He is the Emperor, who has left countless backup plans in the human world. He wants to refine the two realms and become the Immortal King. He does not cooperate with other mortal immortals. He relies on his own strength to blast into the fairyland, and then dominate the fairyland and be the only one.
At the same time, the Human Emperor Banner was swaying. This area of sea buried the lives of the ancient star Mars, a whole planet's worth of creatures. For the Human Emperor Banner, it was a great supplement.
The Sutra of Salvation sounded, and thousands of ghost corpses roared and screamed. Mars became the largest sea of suffering in the world. The entire source of life became a burial ground for immortals, and all relics were swallowed up by the eye of the sea of devil.
They survived because of the extremely special and extremely dark terrain at the node of the road to immortality. Whenever the mysterious black sea surges, they can come out and cause trouble.
Even the Buddha of the Great Leiyin Temple in the past did not accept them, so how could they possibly obey the banner now? The ghost ships were resisting.
Just as the waves were surging, the sound of infinite Buddhist scriptures rang out, and a large, dazzling ship carrying five hundred golden-bodied Arhats rushed over. The Buddha's light was brilliant, and an old voice rang out: "Future Buddha, don't panic, I'm here to help you!"
When everyone looked back, they saw that there was no living person on the seemingly sacred and dazzling ship. Hundreds of golden arhats had already passed away, their bodies were just skin and bones, and they had lost their lives. All the Zen chanting was the result of their residual thoughts and Dharma bodies during their lifetime.
"They have long passed away, but a heart of Buddha who wants to slay demons and eliminate evil remains. With an unquenchable determination, they vow to save all living beings from the sea of suffering and free them from the cycle of reincarnation."
On the golden boat, five hundred arhats sat cross-legged. Only one old monk opened his eyes, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and sighed slowly: "What a pity, the sea of suffering is endless."
"The sea of suffering is endless, turn back and you will find the shore." Ye Fan has seen that the old monk is a peerless saint, and it is not difficult for him to leave Yinghuo, but why he doesn't leave, he asked puzzledly: "The holy monk is a Buddhist, he should know this truth."
“If I don’t go to hell, who will?” The old monk smiled indifferently and told the story. He was once the ancient Buddha of the Great Leiyin Temple, and these people were also the legendary Five Hundred Arhats.
The ancient planet Mars was once full of vitality and was a source of life. However, a great war broke out across the star domain and everything was destroyed. All living beings were buried there, and they became extremely evil, turning the North Sea into a sea of suffering.
They were ordered by Sakyamuni Buddha to suppress this place, and they had a long and arduous journey ahead.
"I have been meditating for 2,000 years. I thought I would die and never wake up, betraying the Buddha's trust. But I never expected that the future Buddha would come with this... uh, Buddhist artifact, and wake me up."
The old monk looked at the Human Emperor Banner, hesitated for a moment, and then paused and said, "This way there is a glimmer of hope. Not only can it save this sea of suffering, but it will also free us."
He sat there for two thousand years just to suppress the Demon Sea Eye. Even Duan Dedu admired his great merit. Everyone was moved and full of respect for him.
Ye Fan stepped forward and asked the old monk for his Buddhist name as a souvenir.
"I'm Jin Qiaojue," the old monk spoke. He was as thin as a stick and extremely weak, as if he was on the verge of life and death.
“Jin Qiaojue, I see.” Lin Xian was thoughtful, and stepped forward to press the old monk’s forehead, saying in a deep voice: “Good man, I will give you a prophecy in this life, and you will become a Buddha in the future, and be called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!”
“Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?!” The old monk’s eyes sparkled with a gleam of light. On the brink of death, he seemed to be looking at a corner of the future. He put his hands together and made a great vow with great sincerity: “I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. I will not become a Buddha until all sentient beings are saved.”
Before he finished speaking, the remnants of the five hundred Arhats, along with the old monk, put their palms together, bowed, and then transformed into wisps of light and merged into the Human Emperor Banner.
In an instant, Buddha's light bloomed and the sound of Sanskrit became faint, guiding countless ghosts to reincarnate within the Human Emperor Banner.
"The body is the fairyland, and the banner is the underworld."
Lin Xian held the Human Emperor Banner thoughtfully. Weapons are the continuation of the owner's life and also the system of Tao Fruit. The strongest people throughout the ages often use one weapon to break all laws, which is enough to explain everything.
As the sea of suffering was over, the ghost entered the banner, which completely affected the sea of suffering. After a moment, a huge sea eye appeared in the north, and the surging ocean flowed into it, even swallowing up the sky and the earth. The surrounding space was distorted, causing the void to collapse continuously!
It appeared, the Demonic Eye of the North Sea!
"Roar……"
A roar sounded, and the ancient demon saint rushed out from the sea eye, roaring: "You deserve to die! The Demon Sea Eye Immortal Burial Ground, which opens once every thousand years, is closed just like this, ruining my plan!"
The Demon Saint's aura was terrifying, his murderous intent was overflowing, and the demonic fog was surging. Even the great king could not bear it, and everyone offered up dragon tripods, green copper, and magic jars to resist.
"Immortal materials, imperial weapons!"
Crocodile Ancestor's anger instantly turned into joy, and he transformed into a burly middle-aged man, wearing the Great Saint's holy clothes. He stared at everyone with a pair of red bloodshot eyes and said coldly: "Good, good, good, it is true that when you plant flowers intentionally, they don't bloom, but when you plant willows unintentionally, they grow into shade."
"The ants I let go back then brought me great fortune and helped me achieve my goal."
"For this reason, I will make your death easier later."
"Crocodile Ancestor, you are too arrogant. Do you think I am still the same me as before?" Ye Fan shouted. Facing the peerless demon saint, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he scolded him.
Crocodile Ancestor showed a cruel smile and said with disdain: "A king, a powerful man, do you think you can kill me by finding the emperor's soldiers? Or rely on that dead old bald donkey."
"Even if you have the Imperial Weapon, what does it matter? How much mana do you have to activate the Imperial Weapon? How many attacks can you withstand from me?"
"You haven't become saints yet, so your magic power is limited. I can refine the origin from the universe, so my power is infinite!"
"Give up resistance and accept death."
Lin Xian looked indifferent and said calmly: "Who do you think you are? You are just a beast. Back then, Sakyamuni Buddha was merciful and did not kill you, but you are ungrateful and are still barking here now."
"A beast is a beast, and he knows no repentance!"
"Looking for death!" Crocodile Ancestor was angry and restrained his disdainful expression. Lies don't hurt people, but the truth does.
Being suppressed by Sakyamuni for two thousand years will always be an unhealable wound in the mind of the Crocodile Ancestor. Except for Luangu, all the great emperors throughout the ages have swept through the country. Even Luangu was able to escape every time and has never experienced being suppressed by anyone.
Sakyamuni did not kill the Crocodile Ancestor back then, hoping that he would repent. As a result, the Crocodile Ancestor became more and more hostile to the Buddha. He regarded this experience as a shame, believing that Sakyamuni had bullied the weak and cut off his path to becoming an emperor.
Two thousand years have passed, and the wounds that had been suppressed have gradually healed, but he did not expect that as soon as they met, Lin Xian would mercilessly uncover them, revealing the bloody wounds.
"How dare a tiny insect yell at the gods in heaven?"
The Crocodile Ancestor revealed his true form, which seemed to be the size of a star, occupying most of the sky. He stepped down with one foot, trying to crush everyone to death, and said in an extremely cold voice: "Below the saint, we are all ants!"
Not every Tom, Dick or Harry is qualified to be imprisoned in the Eighteen Levels of Hell by Sakyamuni. The once peerless demon saint had extraordinary combat power. In order to resist the imperial soldiers, he was very cautious and used his tremendous magic power. With this kick, even a saint would die!
Lin Xian stood there proudly without any hurry, and laughed loudly, saying, "Even if I need to..."
"Holy Lord, wait a minute, this bastard, let me pretend!"
Ye Fan took a step forward, summoned the Dragon Cauldron, and shouted, "You can come and have a try. Even if I have Mars on my back and need to hold up the Dragon Cauldron with one hand, I, Ye Fan, will still be invincible in the world!"
"Tianxuan Holy Rod!"
A huge bone club fell from the sky, with countless primitive runes appearing on it, including a golden crow striking the sky, a dragon roaring, three heads shaking the earth, and white tigers fighting... They were all ancestral kings killed by human demons, and the weakest of them was at the level of a Saint King.
Rumble, the heaven and earth tremble, the sun and the moon are swaying, the unparalleled imperial power is flourishing, and wisps of imperial aura are flowing.
A flash of blood splattered, and the Crocodile Ancestor was instantly broken into two pieces, his flesh and blood were blurred. The great holy armor shattered instantly, and countless metals flew around.
"He's about to become a quasi-emperor!"
The crocodile ancestor was terrified and let out a strange cry. He didn't even dare to take away half of his body. His fairy platform was almost cracked and burst into brilliant light. The crocodile head on the upper body quickly flew away.
"Senior, let us do it!"
Just when the Great Human Demon Sage was about to kill the Crocodile Ancestor with one blow, the Big Dipper Sages quickly jumped out and wanted to match up with the Great Human Demon and play a favorable game.
Their previous fear was that the demon sealed by Shakya was too powerful.
Now it seems, that's it? !
Not to mention the cultivation level of a Great Sage, at best he only has the combat power of a Saint King.
A severely wounded and dying Holy King is about to fall under the attack of the righteous saints.
Lin Xianshang came forward and delivered a Six Paths of Samsara Fist, knocking off a shaky scale. He could not help but say smugly: "The Third Immortal King defeated the Great Sage. Throughout history, only I have been able to do this."
Ye Fan immediately looked down on him, thinking that he was just trying to get the kill and gain some achievements, did you kill the crocodile ancestor?
"I think so." Lin Xian said without hesitation: "It's not the achievement of one person, it's the glory of the team!"
Half a day later, Crocodile Ancestor was still struggling, roaring: "The Great Sage cannot be insulted!"
"You talk more than the Golden Crow." The Human Demon Great Sage couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and beat him to death with a stick, then shook his head in disdain and said, "What a waste of food."
The broken flesh and blood of the Crocodile Ancestor were scattered all over the ground. This was the precious blood of a great sage and could be used to make elixirs!
The old demon stepped forward, skinned and pulled out the tendons of the crocodile ancestor, refined the soul of the crocodile ancestor into the bone stick, and swallowed the mark of a peerless sage. The imperial aura of this weapon became more and more intense, and it would not be long before it would be completely transformed into a quasi-imperial weapon.
Then the old man skillfully used crocodile skin to mend his animal coat, and finally spit out the real fire of the sun, starting a Martian open-air barbecue party.
"It's also a dish." Ye Fan sighed. It was like a dream. The peerless demon saint who once hunted him and Saint Lin ended up like this. It was so sad and lamentable. It made people sigh. Crystal tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)
