Master of Great Calamity

In a daze, he had arrived at an ancient fairy gate. Fang Yuan, or the person in the dream, started his real practice there. He knew the importance of power, and his efforts far surpassed others. Naturally, there were some unhappiness in the fairy gate, but it was nothing compared to his previous encounters. He became silent and fiercer. He will use all means to fight for skills and magic weapons. As long as he can become strong, he will have no fear...

Hundreds of years have passed, and he has become a well-known monk in the Golden Core Realm. He also has a gentle Taoist companion, and has become a big monk that everyone envies. However, God is always so unfair. There is a problem with his cultivation.

Everyone was waiting for him to die, but he just didn't die.

In this state, he has lived for a hundred years, and with this breath of existence, he shows his unwillingness.

But he refused to die, but others couldn't wait any longer. When Tong'er pushed him to bask in the sun, it seemed that his hand slipped, and he was pushed to the bottom of the cliff. It was the Demon Cliff, and there were countless monsters below. No matter who fell down, it would not end well!

What's more, he is such a weak old man who can't move?

But he survived. He was really lucky. It seemed that between life and death, his physical body had undergone some changes. He could move, so he bit the monsters like a wild beast, killed those monsters who wanted to eat him, and survived by eating their flesh and blood. More importantly, he got an inheritance from an ancient fairy family here, which solved the problem of his obsession. door...

Then he figured out that his Taoist companion was the mastermind behind all this.

The reason is simple, she just doesn't want to spend a hundred years of youth with a cripple like herself...

She and her eldest disciple...

So, he hung up his Taoist companion and his first disciple...

The Xianmen were shocked, and they all came to persuade him, thinking that he shouldn't do this, which would be a disgrace to the Immortal family...

He looked at those hypocritical faces and asked: Where did you go when I became a useless person and was murdered by others?

The anger couldn't be dissipated, he broke up with the immortal sect, and in a fit of anger, he fought with those elders of the immortal sect, and then he discovered that they were also so weak, and he directly destroyed the entire immortal sect with the power of Yuan Ying, killing them all!

Beginning to have immortal masters chasing and killing him, accusing him of being a devil!

He killed them all!

During this process, he suddenly discovered that I am so powerful, so why don't I conquer the world?

So he began to conquer the strong from all walks of life, built his own orthodoxy, competed with the great immortals, and all kinds of powerful enemies. He found that the more he fought, the stronger he became, and the more he hated, he hated all those who stood in front of him.

He killed the five master masters, he killed the top ten demon generals...

He subdued ten gods and demons, he assassinated the dao master Huan Ling, and stole the other party's dao fruit...

In the end, step by step, he gradually reached the apex of the world and became one of the most powerful existences in the world. No one in the world can threaten him casually, and his cultivation has reached an unprecedented level. He touched the ethereal immortal way, and his own way emerged in his heart. From then on, he changed his name to Dao Chengkong, because in his opinion, the final outcome of all ways is nothingness.

He felt that when his avenue came to an end, what he had been seeking all his life could finally have a result.

Then came the catastrophe...

The catastrophe that comes every three thousand years has finally arrived...

He rushed up against the dark magic breath falling from the sky, and he filled the sky with the power of immortality...

Who are you?

He faintly heard that above the endless nine heavens, there was a will asking.

He then shouted: My respected Tao has become empty...

The voice rang again: Who are you?

He shouted: I am empty-handed, all immortal and immortal Supreme Immortal King Dao Chengkong...

But the voice still asked, Who are you?

Fang Yuan suddenly came to his senses, the voice was asking himself, he was asking who he was...

In my heart, there are countless voices following that will and shouting: I am the Tao that becomes empty...

I am Tao Chengkong...

I am the down-and-out young master of the Lu family, and I am the Dao Chengkong who buried everything...

Fang Yuan faintly felt that as long as he yelled this sentence, the catastrophe would no longer be so terrifying. He could defeat the catastrophe, he could get everything, everything he had accumulated over the past thousand years, and from then on, he could roam the world again and surpass all living beings. He would have no opponents, no constraints, only the endless freedom waiting for him...

He really wanted to say that sentence...

But the whole person seems to have been swallowed by that voice.

But just when he was about to lose all his willpower and shouted that sentence, his eyebrows suddenly became hot...

There is the talisman that Elder Yun once tapped on the center of his brow, and it seems to have sensed something!

It was also this talisman that aroused Fang Yuan's last spiritual consciousness.

He finally held back, did not shout out this sentence, and then desperately tried to break free from this big dream...

The scene in front of him gradually changed. Fang Yuan found that there was no dark magic in front of him. He only saw that he was in a fairy palace. One foot stepped over the threshold and before it landed on the ground, it was directly opposite him. In the middle of the palace, there was a black throne. On the throne sat a man in a purple robe.

Seeing that there is no life in him, he has been dead for an unknown number of years, but those empty eyes are still looking straight at him.

Did I fall into a big dream just now?

When Fang Yuan landed his foot, he felt confused. In that dream, he experienced a thousand years of life, saw all the changes in smoke and clouds, and experienced all kinds of life, but in fact, this was just a dream he had at the moment when he lifted his foot over the threshold?

Looking at the purple-robed man, he suddenly thought of who he was...

That's Dao Chengkong, that's me in my dream...

The dream he had just now was Dao Chengkong's dream...

Looking around the throne, there are black shadows kneeling in a circle, one by one with their hands tied behind their backs, bowing their heads towards the throne. There are more than a dozen of these people, each of whom is dressed in simple and simple clothes, with extraordinary momentum, and looks like a big man sitting on a side!

Fang Yuan suddenly remembered, these are not fake, these are opponents who were made into puppets by Dao Chengkong in his dream...

He thought it was an illusion, but he didn't expect these puppets to still be...

They are still kneeling beside Dao Chengkong...

Now that thousands of years have passed, Dao Chengkong still keeps them by his side...

What was even more shocking was that Fang Yuan could clearly feel that those kneeling around seemed unwilling to continue to be humiliated after death. Every now and then, a wave of grievances had accumulated to a shocking level, but the man on the throne also released a wave of tyrannical energy, suppressing them firmly!

The avenue becomes empty, and the hatred lasts forever!

He didn't even want to let go of their grievances, and still wanted them to continue to surrender to him...

It seems that my master is very satisfied with you...

Beside Fang Yuan, a voice sounded, and the servant in black was looking at him indifferently.

Your master is him...

Fang Yuan raised his head and looked at the man in purple robe, feeling a chill in his heart.

The black-clothed waiter said indifferently: The old man died ten thousand years ago because he was fighting against the catastrophe, but his immortal breath is still alive, and he is still waiting here for someone who is destined to pass on his mantle, and then he will replace him at that time, and fight again in nine days!

Why did you call us here?

Luo Feiling, who was behind Fang Yuan, raised his head at this moment, and asked questions intently, his face also seemed a little confused.

As I said just now, my master is here to wait for his successor to inherit his immortal way, so that he can fight in the Nine Heavens again in the future. I am here waiting for you, and naturally I am here to find a suitable successor for him...

The waiter in black spoke slowly, his expression seemed a little unusual.

The heir you mentioned is...

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and asked slowly.

Of course it's you...

The black-clothed servant turned around and looked at Fang Yuan indifferently. His voice seemed a little fuzzy, but it stirred Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness clearly: My master has been waiting here for thousands of years, and many people have come here, but unfortunately they are not suitable. I even began to think that maybe the younger generation is incompetent, and no one is qualified to inherit my master's immortal way. I didn't expect that Bai Gong's arrogant temperament would actually guide you two to come here to find my master's fortune...

Fang Yuan, you can be recognized by Bai, which shows that you have a good foundation...

Being able to enter here means that there is a destiny!

Seeing the precious medicine of the spirit plant without being moved, and seeing all the magic weapons but still restraining, it shows that the Taoist heart is firm...

More importantly, being able to enter my master's dream means that I have been approved by my master...

The black-clothed servant seemed to be talking, but he didn't seem to speak at all, but one after another divine thoughts were transmitted to Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness: Fang Yuan, you are a very suitable heir. As long as you agree, you can inherit my master's immortal way and everything here. people!

From now on, Daozi of the Holy Land in the world will only stand against you!

Thousand-year old monster, you have to act according to your face...

Those divine thoughts one after another penetrated into Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, shaking his heartstrings.

And this spiritual thought strongly stimulated Fang Yuan's mind, wanting him to agree to inherit everything that is invincible...

Is this the great fortune that the white cat brought me to find?

Listening to all this, Fang Yuan was silent for a long time, then he shook his head: Unfortunately... I don't need it!