Super Field Energy Controller

Emperor Wang is powerful, but Sheng Jun, as the former ruler of the "Black Cube" reflection body, is also unfathomable.

Moreover, no one can guarantee that when the moment of life and death comes, the "Black Cube" true spirit that has come to the Great Thousand will not show up to intervene.

During this period, the entire Great Thousand has been undercurrents. Even though many people know that Tianxu is dangerous and cannot be easily approached, they still don't want to miss this suspenseful duel.

"Is it such a coincidence..."

The time when he returned to the Great Thousand World was just before the duel between Emperor Wang and Sheng Jun, which inevitably made Yang Fan think too much.

"Qingcheng, are you still unwilling to let me go?"

Yang Fan's eyes became deep and he sighed in his heart.

When he was in the four-dimensional space-time, he did not catch the cause and effect between himself and Qingcheng, and it is still the same now.

It was as if Qingcheng was deliberately avoiding him.

Gently shaking his head, Yang Fan's figure disappeared from this continent and headed for the next destination.

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Unlike the Lower Nine Heavens, the nine heavens in the Upper Nine Heavens do not actually have a clear distinction between high and low levels.

Each of these nine heavens has its own dominant power, and it is not static. To date, among the nine powers, the Jin Dynasty of the First Heaven, the Zhenfo Shengjing of the Sixth Heaven, and the Taiyi Academy of the Eighth Heaven are the most powerful, forming a triangular situation.

After Yang Fan left the Lower Nine Heavens, he immediately came to a huge nebula domain in the Sixth Heaven.

Zhenfo Shengjing!

As the supreme holy land in the eyes of countless Buddhist practitioners in billions of worlds, anyone who comes here for the first time can hardly feel the breath of Buddhism.

However, this is just an appearance. If you perceive it carefully, you can find that every grass, tree, insect and beast here have actually cultivated the Buddha's heart. Throwing any insect into the small world below is a founding Buddha-level existence.

All things are Buddhas.

Here, you can hardly see any Buddhist temples, nor can you hear anyone reciting scriptures, because all living beings have already understood the ultimate meaning of Buddhism and returned to their original nature. They themselves are heavenly Buddhas, so why do they need to use scriptures to study Buddhism?

[To be honest, I have been using Reading Books to keep up with the latest updates recently, switching sources, with many reading tones, and both Android and Apple are available. ]

The Buddhist monks here all live a life like ordinary people, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and being ordinary is true.

Yang Fan went straight to a floating continent in the Zhenfo Holy Land, stepped on the land where the Buddha nature is deeply hidden, and walked on the muddy ridges.

An old farmer who was planting rice raised his head and looked at the place where Yang Fan had walked, leaving two rows of ordinary footprints.

Seeing these footprints, the old farmer had respect in his eyes, then bowed his head and bent down, and continued to plant rice.

Seeing the true self and being able to leave a clear mark on the holy land of the Buddha without being affected by the omnipresent Buddha's will, this person is definitely the strongest among the strong in terms of cultivation and Taoism.

A moment later, the old farmer who had finished planting the rice seedlings raised his head again and looked at the ridge of the field inadvertently. His originally kind and peaceful eyes suddenly shook.

Because there were no footprints there, and the soil that was trampled and collapsed had completely returned to its original state.

Even the old farmer noticed that his memory related to the black-robed man was fading uncontrollably.

If he hadn't noticed the abnormality on the ridge of the field, he would have completely lost a memory without knowing it.

Just when the old farmer's Buddha heart was shaking and he was about to use the secret method of Buddhism to consolidate his soul, his eyes suddenly became empty, and then he blinked in confusion, grabbed a handful of seedlings, and continued to bend over to plant rice seedlings.

Yang Fan walked forward all the way, and finally came to a farmyard halfway up the mountain along a winding path. He reached out and pushed open the wooden door and walked in.