Deep Space Beyond

In that old voice, there was a sense of indifference to the extreme decadence, and then an incomparable sense of desolation, which brought people boundless desolation.

The piles of scriptures are constantly thrown into the fire without hesitation, as if an era is disappearing, turning into embers of the avenue in the firelight.

The helpless words before death in the twilight years, the beating firelight, the deep and desperate emotions, with the coolness of late autumn, give people a very bad feeling.

This scene made Wang Xuan immersed in it, as if he saw the end of a mythical civilization, and even the strongest could not change the finale of the demise of the extraordinary.

His eyes moved with the firelight, and he saw more figures, a living being sitting on a scripture. Men and women, human beings, and races never seen before, threw themselves into the fire with the scriptures, sighed there, and then grew old and died.

Wang Xuan watched silently, he couldn't change anything, it was the past.

One of the scriptures, with millions of strands of sword energy, shot up into the sky, shook the stars out of the sky, and disturbed the gorgeous galaxy.

A man with white hair like snow, standing outside the realm, standing on the scriptures, watching Xing Dou sway with his breathing, with the sword energy overflowing from his body, he still feels powerless.

"The transcendent disintegrates, the universe corrects its mistakes, and my power begins to dissipate, and all my efforts are returned to the dust of the universe."

He supported the sky with his body, but in the end, the place was still rapidly dimming, until at the end, he grew old, sat on the scriptures, and died in the years.

At this point, the sky he held up, as well as the mythical planet behind him, has completely disappeared and can no longer be seen.

Wang Xuan was moved. Compared with the world, this man is definitely the strongest in the world. He belongs to the first person in a certain immortal world to fight against the error-correcting universe.

He was at the forefront, wanting to keep the last extraordinary light, but his fate was doomed, it was constantly exhausted, weakness and old age came, and he died in the years like a mortal.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh. Taking history as a mirror, this is what is destined to happen in the future, and no one can escape.

Even the peerless powerhouses such as the female alchemist, Zhang Daoling, the ascetic monk, the ancestor of the gods, etc. are no exception, and they can completely match the white-haired man.

The scriptures carried the white-haired man down and threw them into the fire.

Then, there was boundless light blooming, a woman with brow spiritual energy bursting out and opening up an infinite field, with the gods, with the kingdom of gods behind her, soaring up into the sky, the world soared.

However, she was also crushed by the universe after all, her body was dim, the supernatural subsided, the kingdom of the gods disintegrated, and scripture after scripture burned and fell into the fire.

The people and scenes who can rush to the universe and show their special imprint are all the peerless powerhouses back then, but what they leave to future generations is only regret and a sense of powerlessness.

"Don't burn it, let me have a look." Wang Xuan felt heartache for them. This was all their life's hard work. It was a pity that they were thrown into the fire, nothing left, and burned to ashes.

Even if those people feel that these scriptures are not enough to continue the mythology and it is difficult to reshape the extraordinary world, they can still be left to future generations for reference and enlightenment.

He stretched out his hand to touch those scriptures, trying to stop him. Although he didn't know how many years and eras had passed, he did so subconsciously.

"Um?"

His spiritual eyes, his primordial spirit, seem to have really touched something.

Next, Wang Xuan's body trembled, and his spiritual body stood on the burning scriptures, approaching the ancients who lived long ago.

"Ling Ling?" A man with a relatively young face, but with vicissitudes of eyes and gray hair, turned his head to look at him, and said this.

Of course, it wasn't a real voice, but a mental wave that spanned time and space, and he actually saw him!

Wang Xuan was deeply surprised and wanted to speak to convey his mental fluctuations, but he found that he couldn't do it.

How can Langling be defined like this? He had seen it before, had it been the same.

Undoubtedly, the man in this scripture is extraordinarily powerful, and the scriptures are all radiating the light of the sky, revolving around him.

He raised his hand and pressed it down towards Wang Xuan, covering the sky with one hand, all kinds of runes, accompanied by Dao fire, burning according to the scriptures, drowning Wang Xuan.

With a bang, Wang Xuan's spirit turned into a rain of light, disappeared from the scriptures, steamed up, and returned to the flesh.

At this moment, Wang Xuan found that his heart was beating like a drum, beating violently and loudly, and there was a layer of white sweat on his body.

Just now, he really and clearly felt the real sense of death, and his primordial spirit was wiped out when someone raised his hand. Facing such a peerless character, he couldn't move at all, and was instantly killed!

"Is this the real difference between me and the old Zhang behind the scenes, and Fang Yuzhu?" He was sweaty and wet from head to toe.

When encountering such a person, one look can destroy him, raising his hand can destroy all methods, and across time and space, he can cover the sky alone and give a devastating blow.

"He treats me as a ghost?" Wang Xuan pondered, is this trying to redefine this kind of creature, or that the person sensed it wrong.

After experiencing this, Wang Xuan felt a sense of collapse, it was a real death experience, and his spirit is still tense now.

"Ow, go for a fight, don't overdo it!" the round-faced girl shouted.

Wang Xuan lowered his head, and was shocked to find that he was too nervous, so he went to touch the little white tiger's head again, rubbing and rubbing, the other party almost hated him.

She had ducked out, looking at him vigilantly and viciously.

"What did you see just now?" Wang Xuan asked her if she had seen him standing on the scriptures and being strangled.

The round-faced girl was stunned and shook her head. She didn't see anything, but she tilted her head for a while and said, "For a moment, you seemed to be dead, as if you disappeared from this world, leaving only a body."

Wang Xuan silently realized that it was not without gain. He saw a large number of burnt runes and covered him. Although it was a remnant of scriptures, the instant spiritual resonance made him realize something.

"In that era, many people liked to open up a small world, to accommodate themselves, to stand in the middle, and to pay attention to the endless growth of all methods, but they still couldn't escape the era of exhaustion."

He sat down cross-legged and tried to experience it according to what he got. A hazy divine ring gradually appeared outside his body. Naturally, he couldn't open up a small world with his Taoism, but the little white tiger opened his eyes wide in shock.

"Have you been immersed in ancient scriptures just now, and you were sparring with the ancients, and you were beaten up?" The round-faced girl asked quickly and eagerly.

Wang Xuan suddenly looked bad and said, "Picture crystal, bring it here!"

Little Baihu said, "I'm doing it for your own good. That's the most valuable experience, revisiting the mythic civilization that has disappeared. The demon master also experienced it back then."

"How did she experience it? Let's talk about it." Wang Xuan became interested.

"I was instantly killed by the supreme powerhouse, and then, she rushed in and challenged again and again, and the more setbacks she became, the stronger she became, laying a certain foundation for her to build a peerless foundation in the future."

When Wang Xuan heard this, he was immediately surprised and prepared to choose a particularly powerful scripture to capture the dying mythical scriptures in the moment before death.

The little white tiger hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, you missed one thing. At that time, the demon master brought me, so he didn't die. I was also a party in the past. !"

Wang Xuan found out that this white tiger's face is really big, can he take credit for this?

Seeing her fleshy, round face, he couldn't bear it anymore, and after pinching it, he rubbed her head, and before she frowned and was about to let out a tiger roar, he opened his mouth and said, "If you If you are not afraid of death, the primordial spirit comes out of the body and follows me."

This time, Wang Xuan stared carefully and chose a scripture that seemed to be extremely amazing at present. There, the pages of the scriptures were turned, and there were actually galaxies emerging and dying.

A round-faced girl left the body of the white tiger, Yuanshen followed Wang Xuan and landed on this extremely gorgeous and burning scripture.

There is a woman here, who is like an empress. Her spirit, temperament and physical appearance are not weaker than Fang Yuzhu, and her strength is extraordinarily powerful. That look of contempt for the world is stronger than all men, and she seems to be dismissive of everything in the past, the powerhouses that once existed.

Here, Wang Xuan further understands the cultivation essence of this mythical civilization, and opening up a small world is the foundation for the peerless powerhouse.

Near this woman, there is a mythical world derived from her. It used to be magnificent, vast and grand, but now it is compressed and turned into a height similar to her.

This is her mythical world. It is changing, condensing, connecting to the distance, and turning into a road like a mythical tunnel.

She was glamorous and peerless and powerful. Finally, she looked at the big universe outside with nostalgia and helplessness, let out a sigh, turned and walked toward the depths of the tunnel of myth, as if she was trying to approach something.

Wang Xuan's pupils contracted. At this moment, he clearly sensed that there was a faint, near-real energy substance floating out from the depths of the tunnel. It was very faint, but it did exist.

This woman, an incomparably powerful creature, with loose silver hair, she is looking for power that is close to reality, and she has certain results.

However, she is still not successful, the transcendent is corrected, the universe returns to the normal state, and the myth civilization is at the end, she is doomed to fail.

"She is extremely powerful, and she is initially close to real matter, but it's a pity." Wang Xuan sighed, but these voices could only sound in his heart, and the actual mental fluctuations could not be transmitted.

He saw the scene after the supernatural collapse~www.readwn.com~ The mythical tunnel was constantly collapsing, the woman and her scriptures were burned, falling all over the sky, she turned into blood and fire, and the scriptures were dyed together, and the curtain ended.

At the last glance, before the woman dissipated, she glanced at him and the round-faced girl, but didn't make a move, but as the scriptures fell, Wang Xuan and the two still exploded, turning into a rain of light and disappearing.

After the darkness passed, Wang Xuan and the little white tiger both recovered. The death was so real and the experience was so profound, it made people linger in fear.

"Did you see? With me here, everything was safe and sound, and we came back safely!" After returning to the body, the round-faced girl immediately asked for credit.

Wang Xuan couldn't stand her, so he pressed her tiger head and slapped her again and again!

"Ow..." She opened her teeth and danced her claws.

Wang Xuan sat down cross-legged, constantly experiencing death, standing on those scriptures of unknown age again and again, and indirectly communicating with another mythical civilization.

The benefits are obvious. Some extremely powerful people are also looking for a way out, wanting to reshape a new mythical world, and initially approaching the real energy.

When Wang Xuan was comprehending, absorbing, and absorbing scriptures, strands of strange substances overflowed from the fire. In a trance, he seemed to see the real place.

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