No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 326 Preaching Eighty Nine Mysterious Skills
The sermon begins.

Guanyin and countless others immediately pricked up their ears.

The peak of the mere celestial being, but carrying the unspeakable luck of the three realms, rising with an unstoppable force, attracting thousands of immortals to cast their votes, and saints to help.

At this moment, the eyes of countless people in the three realms were all looking at Yi Fan's Huaguoshan Chengtian Sect, very curious to eavesdrop on what this son was going to say?
Yi Fan smiled: "Dharma is not passed on to the six ears. I let go of all the luck of the heavens and cover the space of thousands of miles. If you fellow Taoists in the three realms are interested in joining the My Chengtian Sect, you can share a part of the luck!"

This is very clear.

Heaven's luck has been bestowed on Yi Fan by heaven, and he became one with him, and now all of them are thrown out as if they don't want money to cover up the secrets of heaven, but not everyone can take it away.

Of course, it's another matter for Yi Fan to give up part of his luck and give it to others.

Therefore, it is impossible for the countless powers in the Three Realms, including saints, to pass through the luck of the heavens. It is the law of heaven.

But if the holder of the Heavenly Dao Fate is willing to give up the Heavenly Dao Fate, it will become a thing without an owner, and it will dissipate between the heaven and the earth, and return to the Heavenly Dao.

But if you are willing to share luck with others, then the person who gets the benefit will have karma with him, and you must not do anything that is not good for the sharer, otherwise the luck of heaven will immediately backfire, and the more you enjoy, the more you will be punished by heaven.

And Yi Fan's destiny is so great that it can be said to cover the sky and the sun. No more, no more, just enough to cover Huaguo Mountain and 360 islands in a surrounding area, immediately blocking countless prying eyes in the three realms.

Among them, even saints are no exception.

The way of heaven and luck represent the way of heaven, and the sage doesn't want to be contaminated, otherwise he wouldn't pretend to drive out his confidants and disciples, and go to find out about Yi Fan's reality for himself.

The lessons learned from the Battle of the Conferred Gods are still ahead, and this guy didn't know whether he lost his mind or peeped at the secrets not long ago, and actually gave up the position of saint that countless people can't reach, making the already confusing The secrets of heaven are even more chaotic, and as the protagonist of the era, Chengtianjiao Yi Fan, has become the object of countless people to observe and test.

Under such circumstances, the sage did not dare to return the cash himself, and have any karma with Yi Fan.

But only Nuwa is an exception.

After being scorned by all the saints and withdrawing her gaze, Nuwa revealed her holy light without any concealment, unceremoniously swallowed up a piece of heaven's destiny, transformed into a dharma image in the void, and listened to Yi Fan's sermons in a majestic manner.

Yi Fan led the people to stand up to greet him, the celestial beings preached and the sages listened to him, what a great honor it was.

At this moment, countless people were either oppressed, or curious, or had other purposes to join Chengtian Sect, and the hearts of all the immortals who listened to Yi Fan's preaching felt much better.

After seeing the sage Nuwa, Yi Fan sat on the supreme throne again and preached slowly.

"All disciples, today's lecture for the teacher is called "Eight Nine Mysterious Techniques"!"

There was an uproar.

Countless people's appetites have been slackened for a long time, and they have long speculated and talked about it, thinking of many possibilities.

But he never expected that this cheap master would teach this kind of profound art.

It's not that this technique is not good. The famous supernatural powers in the Three Realms, such as the vertical golden light, the law of the sky and the earth, 72 transformations, riding the fog and clouds, the primordial spirit coming out of the body, and the indestructibility of the King Kong, etc., all come from this school. Kung Fu, if it is a magical skill that has been cultivated to nine revolutions, the soul in the Niwan Palace will not die, and the body will not die.

That is to say, when Lu Ya Taoist, a Sanren from West Kunlun, used the "Slaying Immortal Flying Sword" and other innate spiritual treasures to completely kill him. Yuan Hong died tragically under this knife, otherwise Yang Jian's half-baked Xuangong would be Can't beat him at all.

However, there is another layer of mystery to this method. Few people in the Three Realms know about it, and none of the disciples who listened to the sermon knew about it. The only exception is the clone of the sage Nuwa.

This dharma Yuanshi Tianzun was obtained from Taoist ancestor Hongjun, and it is not known whether Hongjun created it himself or obtained it from somewhere.

Rao is a sage of the Three Realms who has countless talented disciples, Yang Jian and Yuan Hong are the only ones who can practice this method, one can imagine how difficult it is.

But the most important thing is that Nuwa learned from the teacher Hongjun that this method can be crowned as a quasi-sage if it has achieved nine turns, and even once it is thoroughly understood and completed, this method will be promoted to "Nine Nine Mixed" "Yuan Xuan Gong", this is the only one in the Three Realms that can become holy through cultivation.

This is not meritorious sanctification.

As the beneficiary of the sanctification of merit, Nuwa couldn't understand more clearly that immortals are divided into three or six grades, and the same is true for saints.

Since sanctification, why do saints have to calculate and calculate, have they lost their pursuit?
Yes, that's exactly what happened.

Sacred merits and virtues do not rely on one's own hard work to comprehend the way of heaven, but the reward of the way of heaven. This will stop here in this life, and you will not be able to make further progress in eternity.

Unless, like the master of Tongtian, he cut himself off from the holy way, became a quasi-sage, practiced again, and proved the way of the holy way by himself.

But this road is so difficult. Since the beginning of the world, there are countless talents, and I have never seen anyone who can cultivate into a saint by himself.

But Daozu Hongjun gave hope.

That is "Eight Nine Mysterious Techniques"!
This method is so profound and unpredictable that even several great sages could only comprehend it. Later, they all agreed that this method can only be comprehended by chance.

And the facts proved that it was the same. For countless years in the Three Realms, only Yang Jian and Yuan Hong had cultivated, and then there was another Yi Fan, and after he accepted Chen Xiang as his apprentice, there was another Chen Xiang.

Even so, there are only four people in the Three Realms who have practiced this method.

And the sentient beings didn't think that these few people could become saints by virtue of this method, and they didn't even think that these few people could become nine-rank quasi-sages.

But now it seems that Yi Fan may be the only exception.

"You actually want to talk about this supernatural power. I'm very curious. How are you going to talk about it?"

Nuwa was very interested and listened with great interest.

Among the disciples, there was a bald boy with a fat head and big ears who was full of disdain.

Despite his young age, he has red lips and white teeth, is extremely wealthy, and has an astonishing level of cultivation that he is even a master in the Mahayana stage.

"Damn me, ahem, I have been reincarnated in vain, and I have been talking about this rubbish for a long time. Hmph, it's just a mystery. If you can really tell it, I will wash my hair upside down!"

But as soon as Yi Fan opened his mouth, the little fat man completely knelt down.

"It's weird, it's so easy to understand, it's not eight or nine profound arts, I remember every word clearly, it's absolutely not, but this supernatural power happens to be a supernatural power in the profound arts, what exactly is it talking about?"

The big fat boy was dumbfounded, and a strong fairy light gradually rose from his body, as if he was about to break through the realm at any moment.

"It's impossible, but I understood it. I subconsciously channeled the supernatural powers he imparted, and immediately my cultivation level skyrocketed. I almost broke through uncontrollably. If I broke through again, I would become a fairy. This is better than planned." Too early, no, I have to hold back, I can't explode."

(End of this chapter)