Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

There is a reason why Yang Jiao and others received less karma. This is closely related to the fact that Yang Jiao saved countless living beings.

Fundamentally speaking, this disaster was not caused by Yang Jiao and others. Their own roots were deep enough and they did not push the Immortal Killing Sword Formation into existence.

If the merits and demerits balance out, the way of heaven will reduce everyone's karma.

Taoist Duobao was given 100 million acres of karma, which he brought upon himself. He colluded with the devil and instigated the leader of Tongtian Cult to set up the Immortal Killing Formation, laying the foundation for the war of Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

If such a person had not had the merits of opening heaven, establishing a religion, and preaching in front of him to resist him, the karma he would have received would have been at least more than 500 million acres.

Disciples of the Jie teaching "happy to mention" karma, what about the disciples of the Ren, Chan, and Western teachings?

They can't run away either!

Their saints had all participated in the shattering battle of the ancient world. The sky net was vast and there was no leakage. How could they escape?

On this day, karma rained down from the prehistoric sky, and all the disciples of the four Taoist religions had their karma rained down on them.

There is only one exception, and that person is Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya is the person who conferred the title of God on behalf of heaven. When he was conferring the title of god to measure calamity, he represented the way of heaven. He only had merit and no karma when killing people.

Moreover, he also made arrangements in advance and saved many living beings.

Combining the two, Jiang Ziya not only has no faults, but also has merits. As long as the canonization is completed, he will receive a sum of merits.

This just goes with Jiang Ziya's wishes. When the canonization of the gods is over, he plans to seal the mountain for a million years and enjoy a salty time.

"Chaos Clock, I think I must have misunderstood something."

In the world of destiny, Fang Yang pondered hard, trying to guess the intention of ancestor Hongjun.

The existence of Patriarch Hongjun at this level does not seem to care about the distinction between immortals, demons, Buddhas and monsters. To him, as long as there is value in someone, he will invest in it.

Such a height has exceeded that of the Heavenly Saint.

Saints do things with more or less scholastic views. The dispute between the East and the West is an example.

"I am afraid that only Empress Houtu can understand the thoughts of Patriarch Hongjun. I am not mature enough now and it is normal for me not to be able to see through his intentions."

Fang Yang didn't want to dwell on things he couldn't think of for too long. Right now, he had a big job to do.

It’s time for Hattianjiao to be born.

At this moment, all sentient beings in the wild have just suffered a catastrophe, and this is when the hatred in their hearts is the strongest.

Not to mention the souls of those who have lost relatives and fellow disciples, the hatred is certain.

Those whose spiritual fields, pastures, fish ponds and other industries were destroyed, don’t they hate the people who caused this disaster?

After working hard for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, I finally bought a spiritual field of my own and built a cave of my own. In the blink of an eye, it was gone!

People who encounter this kind of thing have the desire to kill a saint.

Although Fang Yang grew up to be a great magical person, he never ignored the thoughts of the lower class beings. In this world, most of the creatures live at the bottom.

Fang Yang entered the time and space where the Hentian Sect was located, displayed the demon summoning flag, and drew the demons into it. With a thought, he sent the Heaven-Deceiving Treasure Wheel and the Demon-Calling Banner out into the hands of his Dharma Body.

The teaching of the Hattian Sect is "repaying grievances with straightness". In the eyes of the court and Zhengdao, it is definitely a cult. Therefore, Fang Yang must use the Heaven-Deceiving Treasure Wheel to hide the sect deeper, lest the Dharmakaya be found before the Hattian Sect has flourished.

"It is unworthy of a gentleman not to avenge a grudge, and it is unworthy of a man not to redress an injustice. Xuanmen will take care of this trouble!"

He is not afraid that Patriarch Hongjun will be angry because of this matter. Patriarch Hongjun has an amazingly good temper after joining the Tao.

Besides, as the ancestor of Hongjun, it was impossible to attack Fang Yang directly. If Patriarch Hongjun wanted to take action against Fang Yang, he would most likely send out the Xuanmen elders.

After receiving the Demon Summoning Flag and the Heaven-Deceiving Treasure Wheel, Dharmakaya immediately took action, leading the black-robed Demon Lord, the Ying Yao Demon Lord, the yellow-haired Demon Lord, etc. into the wilderness and started preaching.

Ailao Mountain was once the entrance to a small world, but now Ailao Mountain has disappeared. Also disappearing together was the ghost cultivator tribe on Ailao Mountain.

Above the pitch-black abyss, there was a gloomy atmosphere, and resentment gathered together to form a pitch-black cloud.

At this time, a young ghost cultivator with two feathers on his head and light blue skin flew in from a distance. He had an anxious look on his face and deep worry in his eyes.

When he saw the disappeared Ailao Mountain and the abyss on the ground, his whole body couldn't stop trembling, and a feeling of despair surged into his heart.

"Ailao Mountain has been wiped out, then Grandpa and the others"

The young man was in great pain.

Their tribe has always kept aloof from the world, but because of their good intentions, they were massacred by other tribes and became a tribe of ghost cultivators.

Now, people in the tribe cannot even practice ghost cultivation.

"Why? Why exactly?"

The young man was in so much pain that he couldn't cry but could only let out a ghost scream.

At the same time, his resentment and hostility increased greatly, and his skin changed from cyan to gray.

It turned out that the young man had already cultivated into a Xuanxian, and his ghost body was pure Yang. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him to become a ghost. However, his hatred at this time was too deep, and his hatred made him lose himself.

"Infinite Demon Lord, this little friend is so resentful, why not join our Hatantian Sect!"

In the void, a Shamate with an explosive head walked out and came to the young man. Fang Yang started his deception.

What Fang Yang likes most are people like teenagers who are full of hatred. Only such people can help him improve his realm.

The young man seemed to have not seen Fang Yang, still immersed in pain and hatred. Fang Yang had no choice but to step forward and pat the young man on the shoulder.

It's easy to conquer such a boy. You just need to give him some benefits and tell some short stories to win him over.

Sure enough, after learning that the disappearance of Ailao Mountain was a masterpiece of the Sage War, the hatred in the young man's heart deepened.

The second person Fang Yang met was the mother of a dead son.

She sent her son to a sect, hoping that he would succeed. However, her hope was destroyed that day.

Her son died and her sky fell. What makes her even more desperate is that she doesn't even know who did it.

Fortunately, the Demon Lord Hatian, who is willing to help others, is here.

A mother who has lost her son is really not afraid of anything. When she heard that it was the work of a saint, she gritted her teeth with hatred and crushed a mountain peak into powder.

The Hentian Sect has another believer.

In this way, Fang Yang and his cannon fodder corps traveled all over the wilderness. Whenever they encountered people who had lost relatives or other desperate things, they would pull them into the Hattian Cult.

In Fang Yang's eyes, Hentian Sect is just a tool that can be easily discarded. He doesn't have to worry about anything but spreading hatred.

In just one hundred years, the Hattian Sect has grown like a snowball.