The ultimate black hand that covers the sky

The way of the funeral master is to be reborn and die again, and to be reborn again after death!

This draws on the transformation and infiltration of ominous substances on living beings, allowing the dead body to be spiritualized and regenerated, and it is also unique and not exactly the same, and has taken a brand new path.

In fact, there are many outstanding people walking on similar paths, with similar directions, but diverging at the fork in the road.

The Taoist Master opened up the road of the reincarnation seal, which was also reborn from the dead, and reborn from the dead. However, every time after death, if the corpse is spiritualized, if you want to pave the way for the reincarnation seal in the next life, you need to start cutting off the strongest body, start from scratch, and once again go from weak to strong, before it is considered complete.

The transformation and assimilation of ominous substances is immediate and effective on the spot, and the effect is overbearing and direct, breaking through a higher realm on the spot, but completely erasing the true self of the previous life.

The method and path taken by the funeral master are somewhat...mediocre.

The more extraordinary one is in life, the higher the starting point on this road will be. There is no need to cut off one's own achievements, but it is not as overbearing and extreme as the ominous substances.

There was once a supreme emperor who was robbed on the road of his own rise, his soul sank, leaving only his corpse, and walked on the fork of the road of funeral masters.

At that time, there were creatures who practiced the method of funeral masters, asking the corpse to become a funeral master with peace of mind, and they were sure that the soul nurtured in such a body must be amazing enough to avenge its predecessor and kill those immortal kings who caused its death.

This was recognized by a funeral king, and he believed that with this ten evil-level body, it would take at most tens of millions of years to give birth to a new soul, surpassing other funeral masters in ancient and modern times!

It can be seen from this that the more extraordinary one is in life, not only the faster the speed of spiritual communication after death, but also the higher the starting point, and the greater the achievement on the road of funeral masters!

Ordinary funeral masters are already like this, let alone the performance of the pioneers of the road of funeral masters now!

The Burial Master, he is the founder of this road, the pioneer, and the corpses he buried are similar flowers from ancient times to the present, gathered into one!

In the blood sacrifice of many immortal emperors in the nine heavens and ten earths, the heaven and earth furnace was brave and boundless, and fought with great power like dying together, but facing all this, the Burial Master did not retreat or escape, but only greeted it with laughter, bathing in his own blood. He was going to die and also to be reborn!

"Death ends everything, but I am reborn in it..."

With a whisper, a more grand and vast wave surged like an ocean, the Burial Master's body kept cracking and repairing, but his breath became more and more terrifying, as if he was forcibly stepping on some unspeakable height, but he was not standing steadily, and his Tao fruit was not perfect.

"Bloodline, life mark, the best soil for raising corpses, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time..."

The funeral master laughed in the torrent of destruction of the furnace of heaven and earth, "The road of sacrifice requires the fire of the sky, the flame of the ancient universe, to burn all causes and conditions, and to gain great freedom..."

"My funeral master's road requires not fire, but soil..."

"The most sacred soil, the most vital soil, can breed the miracle of new life!"

Although the funeral master has the word "burial" in his name, the cultivators who really walk on this road are not pursuing and craving for the nightmare land of the hell of hell.

On the contrary, what they want is the supreme divine land that can nourish all things.

At this point, the plateau that Changheng Ancient Emperor regards as the supreme fertile land is not suitable for the funeral master, because the soil has too strong damage ability.

However, apart from the plateau, where else in the world can there be truly supreme divine land?

The plateau is not good, and the floating soil of the four poles is not good either...

The supreme divine soil in the eyes of the world, such as the soil of all things, is useless after reaching a certain level and is not enough to bury corpses.

After all, the realm above the Immortal Emperor strictly exceeds the limit of the world, so the various creations derived from the world are difficult to play a role in it.

However... Haven't you heard that there is always a way out? !

As the saying goes, the long river of time is also a river, and the ancient universe is also fire!

The path of the burial warrior, the supreme divine soil, is not such an inconvenient thing!

The burial master set his sights on the "good teammates" and asked them for advice, and the Demon Emperor came into view.

"The extreme of the Tao, sleeping in the eternal unknown, casting the past and the present as a coffin, using blood as soil, and turning life into soil, bury it!"

The burial master roared, and his breath impact made the whole world wailing and trembling at this moment!

His fierce power was fully displayed at this moment!

He stood at the extreme of the avenue and truly took a heavyweight step forward, which could crush the entire ancient history.

At the same time, there was a subtle bantering sound.

"Thank you all for your help, your sacrifice, your offering, your all and all efforts, which have made me successful..."

"Life, blood, is the best soil, nourishing a little immortal vitality in the process of transmission and reproduction..."

"This is the most sacred soil in the world!"

The burial master raised an arm, although it was constantly cracked and repaired, and the thin transcendent light barely surrounded it, but the aura was extremely terrifying, just like that, it pushed forward, breaking the wave of destruction of the evolution of the furnace of heaven and earth, cracking the world-shaking tower that was stubborn and killed back, and colliding with a female emperor, causing her to vomit blood and fall to the end of the world.

Strongly clearing all obstacles, there is no more obstruction in front, and the last few fish that slipped through the net will eventually be caught in one net!

"Perfect, my Dao fruit, all similar flowers, let me take you to transcendence together!"

The voice of the burial master rumbled, he forced himself on the bus first, and now it is no problem to buy a ticket!

"This time, have we shot ourselves in the foot?"

In the sea of ​​​​time, all the blood was shed, and the many immortal emperors who offered sacrifices shed tears. Could it be that their calculations were too clever, and they missed Qing Qing's life?

Reluctant, sad, but helpless.

"We worked hard and gambled everything, but instead we became enemies... How ridiculous!"

"I suddenly understood how helpless and desolate the moods of the other Immortal Emperors were in the past era of overlords, except for the ten ancient emperor overlords..."

"Even though they are both Immortal Emperors,... Immortal Emperors and Immortal Emperors are completely different..."

This kind of realization is unforgettable and will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Fortunately, it was only once.

Because, it only takes one time, and you have already gone bankrupt and have no power to fight back!

"I see."

Emperor Zhong faced the butcher and sighed softly, "No wonder."

"No wonder the Burial Master chose to side with the Demon Emperor before, waving flags and shouting, acting like a dog-legger."

"Is it because you have a plan for a long time? It's not just because of Huang?"

"That's right."

"One of you raised the knife with one hand, and the other washed the ground and buried the corpse. You have killed similar flowers in that sea of ​​​​world for countless years. Your heart has long been as cold as iron. How can Huang make you afraid?"

Emperor Zhong sighed, "We can stand in the same camp because it is profitable."

"Isn't this normal?" The butcher said calmly, "The bustling world is all for profit, and the bustling world is for profit."

"The world is ignorant. They only think that the Demon Emperor leads three pits with one god. It's all up to the Demon Emperor to resist the pressure. The three of us who are just paddling have to sit at the same table as dogs, and we are even worse than dogs."

"But I don't know that we each have our own unique skills. We really shine. Compared with those six people, who is worse than who?"

"Judging from the peak combat power, they are evenly matched!"

"There are Xi, Chang Heng, and Dao Zun, although they are outstanding, but there are also you, the Burial Master, and the Demon Emperor who are no less generous."

"The Demon Emperor is not a loser in business. Is he able to accept us because he has a kind heart and doesn't want to see his 'friend' in despair?"

"No way!"

"He has vaguely grasped our trump card and knows our explosive strength. In order to prevent more and stronger opponents, he will form alliances and cooperation as a way to divide and bribe. After all, if you are not a teammate, you will be an opponent."

"He even secretly prepared various back-up tactics, thinking he could check us and hold us back..."

The butcher smiled lightly.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what kind of fairy tales are they playing?

"Similar flowers, multiplied by blood, are prepared for the Burial Master to restrain and disintegrate... If the Burial Master hadn't walked an extraordinary path, transforming mutual restraint into mutual growth, it would be impossible to say that he would really be suppressed by him."

The butcher shook his head, "As for me, I'm not safe either... The Evil Ancestor followed the path he took, and the more he killed, the stronger he became. He was full of malice, and there was no concealment of it."

"It's a pity that the Evil Ancestor lost control first, and then the Burial Master broke through... The Demon Emperor's chess game was only half a move away, alas!"

He sighed, the leading brother back then was really strong, but if he hadn't been so, he wouldn't have been able to take the position of leading brother, right?

"Is it really true that there is only half a move?"

The emperor finally laughed, "The world is still uncertain, so let's not talk about victory or defeat..."

…

"who I am?"

A thought is sinking, sinking endlessly.

It is originally hazy, losing its self and falling into eternal silence.

But there was a moment of awakening, recovery and clarity in this darkness.

However, it forgot everything and was as confused as a newborn baby.

This is an inexplicable place, where you can't feel the passage of time, emptiness and coldness, as if all the world has come to an end and returned to its original state.

There is only itself, the only light, very dim, at the edge of here.

Edge... This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, because time cannot be distinguished here, and space cannot be grasped. How can one say whether it is edge or not?

However, this group of light somehow knows that it is on the "edge" and is still moving towards the "center"!

It is moving forward, or perhaps it can also be said to be falling.

The further it advances and the further it falls, the brighter its light becomes, from dim to dazzling.

This is very strange, as if there is a push hand 'pushing' it, and as if there is something in front of it 'pulling' it, helping it in this place where there is no front, no back, no cause, no result, and all means are ineffective. go ahead.

It has a vague premonition that once it reaches the "center", it will achieve some terrible transformation and transcend everything!

This feeling makes it desire, because it is the pursuit of life instinct.

However, it also makes it...frightened for no reason?

Because that seems to make it lose something, maybe everything?

Entering here has made it forget everything except its own perception, and what if it enters the "center"? Then maybe even "self" no longer exists, and it becomes an indescribable and supreme Taoist phenomenon!

But... so what?

The light was quiet in the confusion, it was thinking, pondering, and felt...it didn't seem to be a big deal?

It is like a piece of white paper at this moment. It is empty and nothing, so why should you care about losing it?

Only with persistence can you have obsessions, care about losing, and be unable to let go, and cannot be pure.

Practitioners in the world should always encourage themselves - the body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand, brushing it diligently at all times to avoid causing dust.

But for this ball of light, it is - Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?

However, when it had such "awakening", it inexplicably felt an indescribable...emotion? Perhaps it was the emotion that made it want to stop and resist the pulling force.

Such emotions became stronger and stronger, causing the light ball to vibrate violently, and finally made that little thought roar, "Who am I? Who am I!"

Its efforts to fight seemed to have touched something, so pictures appeared in the light ball, changing and flowing.

——A little light evolved from nothingness, fell into the mortal world, and turned in reincarnation, going through thousands of lives and tens of thousands of lives!

This is everything that a living being, a little true spirit, has experienced!

Light, wanting to know who it is, so this inexplicable space fulfilled it, witnessing everything in its thoughts, witnessing its own thousands of lives, tens of thousands of lives, and even all lives as an objective identity, an audience!

Everything that light wants is given to it, even buy one get a thousand, get ten thousand, get everything!

This is like a supreme wishing machine, giving you whatever you want, even double it, super double it!

Want to know who you are?

Let alone "who" you were before you came in, even who you have been in your reincarnation for hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand lives, there are answers here, feedback to you, treat everyone equally!

But.

The answer is given to you.

Can you still maintain yourself and keep the cognition of the last life?

That is not what this space is responsible for.

The light is calm, dead silent, and there is no fluctuation.

If it was calm because of pure ignorance before.

At this moment, it seems to be calm because of looking down on everything.

Without the ultimate passion, courage, and faith that can transcend reincarnation, even if thousands of lives have passed, how can it still be fresh and vivid in the viewing of countless reincarnations?

"Come on, child... Become me, take over me..."

In a trance, it seems that such a voice sounded, echoing around this ball of light.

The light calmly accepted it, set sail again, and headed for the center.

But, at this moment!

Outside the dark and silent space, something seemed to be calling, resonating with this ball of light, and resonating with the last life in the picture of countless reincarnations in it!

"... Bitter leaves! Bitter leaves! Bitter bitter leaves!"

The call was very small at first and difficult to hear.

But gradually, the shouting became louder and deafening, stirring up this ball of light, making the self-consciously indifferent and let go of everything. The dead silence and tranquility are turbulent and undulating.

"I am struggling in purgatory, just to find you to settle accounts..."

"I don't want to transcend, I don't want to let go, I just want to beat you up in the world..."

The spirit in the light muttered, an impulse was too strong and difficult to restrain!