Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

"Become a disciple of Xuanmen?!"

Fang Yang looked at the smiling ancestor of Jidu and was horrified.

When he heard that Jidu Patriarch said that he wanted to give him an opportunity, Fang Yang thought that Jidu Patriarch was going to give him Luo Hu's inheritance.

Fang Yang did not shy away from saying that demons are still Buddhas. As long as it is useful, he will accept it.

However, the opportunity mentioned by Patriarch Jidu was for him to enter Xuanmen and become a disciple of Xuanmen.

how to say?

There are always people who think that an individual can worship the Master of Tongtian as his teacher, or the two sages of the West as his teacher.

A saint is not a rag collector. If someone wants to be his master, he will accept him as a disciple. It is as difficult for ordinary people to see the emperor as it is to reach heaven, but is it so easy for ordinary immortals to see saints?

There were as many souls as the sands of the Ganges River in the ancient world who had the heart to seek the truth. How many disciples did the saint have?

You rushed over excitedly, fearing that you would be kicked out by the gatekeeper if you couldn't even get in.

When Fang Yang just traveled through time, he never thought about entering the Xuanmen. But what level of cultivation did he have at that time?

If your cultivation level is low, you can only let the master choose you, but you cannot choose the master. This is completely uncontrollable.

Just like his other self, he worshiped a fish and water empress and played in bed with a group of killing mat banshees all day long.

What kind of system is this?

This situation is not bad.

If someone accepts him as a boy, a mount, or a spiritual pet, then he can just wipe his neck.

Now that Fang Yang is already a member of the Demon Cult, he cannot join the Taoist Sect.

The four Taoist religions all have saints who are in charge of them. What is the difference between worshiping Taoism and committing suicide?

The ancestor of Jidu looked as usual: "My nephew, you think too highly of saints. The abilities of saints are also limited. Just like back then, Tiandao could only use the hands of Hongjun and four others to deal with senior brother Luo Hu. As long as Tianji is in control In addition, if you do everything so well that no trace can be found, let alone a saint, not even Hongjun can find it."

"Is this happening?"

Fang Yang was slightly stunned.

This was the first time he had heard of such a secret.

"The great road is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them can escape. The so-called glimmer of hope refers to variables. As long as the variables are grasped, the number is no longer fixed. The reason why I didn't let you go last time was because you still had to go. If you have not cultivated the only destiny, it is easy to leave a trail of destiny. Now that you have cultivated into the Pseudo-Daluo, you don’t have to worry about being noticed by others."

Ancestor Jidu raised his hand and pointed, and a strange world with colorful colors and full of bubbles appeared in the void.

There are countless bubbles in this world, and each bubble has a figure doing something. However, what these people do is very absurd and has no logic to follow.

"This is."

Fang Yang asked puzzledly.

"This is the dream world, a world that contains the dreams of all living beings. Dreams are the deepest privacy hidden in the hearts of living beings. Even a saint cannot predict what happens in a dream."

Ancestor Jidu stretched out his hand and pinched it, and the scene in the dream world was shattered, and he showed a faint smile.

"You said, if a person's consciousness merges with the consciousness of the person in the dream, can a saint know it?"

Even though Patriarch Jidu said this, Fang Yang still didn't understand Patriarch Jidu's plan.

Ancestor Jidu wanted him to use his spiritual thoughts to seize a living being, occupy its body and soul, and change his identity without anyone noticing.

"In the future, even if the fate is inevitable, you will have one more way out, and the Holy Religion will still have a chance to flourish again."

The words of Jidu Patriarch completely moved Fang Yang.

This kind of mutual disloyalty is something that big forces often do. Judging from the appearance of Patriarch Jidu, he looked so confident. This was not the first time he had done such a thing.

While Fang Yang was talking with Jidu Patriarch, a powerful demonic master entered the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

The person who came was a man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a dark red robe with a black cloak tied behind his back. His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and a deep sleepiness enveloped his body.

After the man entered the hall, he walked straight to the bottom of the hall without squinting.

"Meet the Demon Ancestor!"

Although in the outside world, people in the Demon Sect refer to Patriarch Jidu as the Second Demon Ancestor. But in front of Jidu Patriarch, no one would call him that.

There may be many people who like to be called "the first person under xx" and think it is an honor, but the ancestor of Jidu probably won't like it too much.

Ancestor Jidu is indeed inferior to Luo Hu, but that is because he was born too late. Before he could reach the peak of cultivation, the Dao Demon War broke out.

When the Demon Sect first entered the Demon Realm, Patriarch Jidu was only at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

In the mid-stage of Quasi-Sage, if you participate in the battle of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, you can only be used as cannon fodder and have no effect at all.

"Nightmare, this one is Demon Lord Fang Yang, a new master of the Holy Religion."

"Master nephew, this one is the Nightmare Demon Lord, an old-timer of our religion."

Ancestor Jidu introduced the two of them.

"senior!"

Fang Yang stood up first and bowed his hand to the Nightmare Demon Lord.

The Nightmare Lord can be regarded as an old antique. He realized Daluo before the Dao-Demon War. During the Dao-Demon War, he killed many powerful immortals.

His strongest achievement was to use his dream to trap the ancestor of Qiankun for two moments, giving the masters of the demonic path a chance to escape.

From this point of view, the Nightmare Demon Lord is at least a quasi-saint.

Although Fang Yang could compete with some relatively junior Daluo Jinxian, he was far behind against the Quasi-Sage.

The Nightmare Demon Lord returned the gift and said in a hoarse voice: "Fellow Taoist, you're welcome. We are all members of the Holy Religion, and there is no distinction between before and after."

After this back and forth, the two of them became acquainted.

"Nightmare, this time, you have to take action again."

Jidu Patriarch said with a pleasant look.

The Nightmare Demon Lord nodded and walked to Fang Yang: "Please, fellow Taoist, separate a consciousness, and I will do it to send this consciousness into the dreams of primitive creatures. Whether things will succeed or fail depends on you, fellow Taoist." How is your luck?"

Fang Yang couldn't understand what he said. Isn't it a matter of strength to win a body?

"If you want to avoid being noticed by the saint, in addition to keeping things confidential, you also need fate. You have to find a creature with the same mental fluctuations as yourself, and occupy the body of this destined person. Only under the cover of fate can you be foolproof. Saint, master No fate!"

The Nightmare Demon Lord explained while taking the consciousness handed over by Fang Yang.

The Nightmare Demon Lord glanced at the consciousness in his hand, then used his magic power to send Fang Yang's consciousness into the dream world.

"I hope it can be successful this time!"

In the dream world, Fang Yang's consciousness is like a gust of wind or a gust of rain, traveling freely in it.

There seems to be a strange power in the dream world. Every time he moves, part of his consciousness will be destroyed.

But Fang Yang didn't go looking for the right person.

"Since we are destined to be together, let's just let it go!"

Fang Yang didn't think about anything in his mind and just bumped into it in a random direction.

The next moment, his perception completely disappeared.