Beyond Deep Space

Wang Xuan watched the memories of those people just now, and naturally understood everything in an instant, and knew that there was a person who was very valuable to him in the deep space.

"How is it possible?!" Fu Hai was shocked and couldn't believe it. He saw someone projecting a face full of stars from an infinite distance, resolute, indifferent, and the sense of oppression was too strong, making him and the battleship insignificant. like dust.

Of course, the misty figure was originally invisible to others, but Wang Xuan pointed at his mind and showed his true face, so he could see it.

What age is this?After the myth has decayed, how come there are still such monsters lingering?This is a stranger!Fu Hai felt palpitations and chills. Even though he temporarily kept his super peerless cultivation base, he still trembled all over his body. With a plop when he was suppressed, he knelt down and smashed the battleship, and came to the starry sky.

Without a sound, his flagship and frigate disintegrated, turning into cosmic dust.

"I see. I underestimated the efficacy of certain strange things." The moment Wang Xuan saw Fu Hai, the phantom of the primordial spirit cast over him completely suppressed him and looked through his memory.

17 years ago, the last aftertaste of the myth dissipated, and at that time, people who took all kinds of strange things and powerful medicines could delay the effects of decay.

Wang Xuan still remembers that when he participated in the longevity fruit event in Tianwaitian in the past, he tasted Shenzhi and Suiyueguo, etc. It is said that they can be preserved for two to 300 years after the end of Chaofan.

"Don't kill me." Fu Hai trembled. When facing this strange person, even if he was the top-level super peerless person, he had no strength to fight back.

Because, at the level of a high-level alien, you can grab a piece of starry sky by raising your hand at will. In this decadent age, there is a high probability that it will survive forever.

"A frustrated lunatic?" Wang Xuan saw his past. He set off from the other side more than 200 years ago. To be precise, there was a newly opened shortcut where a group of people were teleported.

However, unfortunately, at that time, the myths migrated, and they were in the deep space of the universe in the distance, watching the supernatural source transfer away, and they couldn't catch up.

A group of people's eyes were tearing apart, and they were going crazy. They put all their eggs in one basket and spent all their wealth to take that path, but in the end they ushered in this "famous scene".

In particular, the shortcut behind him was closed and completely disappeared.

Fu Hai was going to become a stranger in the first place, and he would break through the level within 300 years. However, he was trapped here, and the general environment was getting worse day by day, and the myth was rapidly declining and dying.

So, he went crazy, and became more and more extreme after he came to the old center, because he could not see hope, and after he was sure that the strong would travel far, he became unscrupulous.

Since more than a hundred years ago, he has been hunting extraordinary people for fun, and has also carried out interstellar plundering, etc., and the ordinary pirates under his command have changed several batches.

All in all, he is trapped here, with no hope in sight, destined to decay, and one day he will die of old age. He has completely become a dangerous lunatic, looking for all kinds of stimulation, and is extremely vicious.

"I thought you were organized and doing something in a planned way. It turns out that you are just a lunatic, and you don't even have the coordinates of the other side. What use are you for?"

The eyes of Wang Xuan's huge face projected here turned cold, and Fu Hai's body exploded one after another.

"Well, there are still some seals in Yuanshen?" Surprised, Wang Xuan cracked it directly, and then, he learned that Fu Hai had a different master.

Back then, it was this strange person who led the team, otherwise Fu Hai would not be qualified to take that shortcut.That other person is more cautious, and wants to erase the traces of his existence in the old center. Even after the arrival of the umbrella of eternal silence, this kind of person has a certain chance to fall asleep and survive.

"No wonder you dare to be crazy and unscrupulous, and there is an old guy who wipes your ass for you." Wang Xuan killed him.

In an instant, the huge figure in the mist disappeared from the starry sky.

Wang Xuan's real body was here, thick fog flowed, and he went away in an instant, heading directly towards that strange person, and came to a mythical planet.

That day, people felt a slight earthquake, but it was actually a slight tremor in the void. Wang Xuan forcefully carried this alien into the sea of ​​stars.

The middle-aged man Zhuo Han said: "Fellow Daoist, we are both different people. It is not easy for us to cultivate to this stage, especially at this age. Why do we need to kill again, we are all fighting for salvation."

Wang Xuan nodded, and said: "That's the truth, but if you let the disciple ignore me, I will kill him, and I don't feel relieved if I don't come to see you."

At the level of aliens, the sense of spirit is naturally extremely keen. Zhuo Han realized that this matter could not be resolved, so he took the lead in attacking the situation, and the strength of the 5th heaven of aliens was beyond doubt.

However, his spell landed on the opponent and slid away automatically. The young man was like the legendary invulnerable body.

"You're only two heavens higher than me, you can't do it." Wang Xuan reached out and grabbed the bright fist mark that was blasted by the opponent at a high speed. The terrifying blow that could have blown up this sea of ​​stars was instantly dimmed.

Zhuo Han's fist was covered, the imperial rune was extinguished, and then burst into pieces with the blood light, followed by his arm exploded, and then half of his body disintegrated.

What kind of monster did he encounter?

"It turns out that you still have some disciples, who are not very good. Like Fu Hai, they give up on themselves, carnival in the last days, and anesthetize themselves. However, you did not disappoint me after all." Wang Xuan got the support of the other side from Zhuo Han. coordinate.

The place on the other side is very mysterious, surrounded by darkness and eternal silence all year round, but it has strong radiation. In the past, there were old god masters and old beast emperors who ran there to receive strong radiation after they had nowhere to go, hoping to mutate themselves.

Regardless of whether to go or not, this is extremely valuable information for Wang Xuan.

Ordinary aliens naturally cannot penetrate the unimaginable eternal silence area, which is as dark as ever, and the size is beyond the imagination of extraordinary people, but Wang Xuan feels that he may be able to cross it.

On the same day, the other disciples of Yiren Zhuo Han were also wiped out.

"Oh, when I was in the old land of the mother universe, I couldn't even bear to kill those who attacked me. I just wanted to be sent to prison. Now I raise my hand to kill Chaojueshi and other people without even frowning. I Have you become cold-blooded?"

Wang Xuan shook his head. After entering the extraordinary world for more than 1500 years, everything has changed, and he can never go back to the past.

Next, he officially began to collect the immortal heritage left over from the entire era of the Extraordinary Central World. Many textures appeared on the withered yellow paper, and occasionally even scriptures directly shone.

Wang Xuan found that the paper is really miraculous, even if it stands still on the ground, it will actively condense the Dao pattern and absorb the true charm left by the old era.

He cooperates with the Daoist paper to take the initiative to attack. Wherever it flies, he will follow up. If necessary, he will use the fog to isolate and imprison it, because the paper almost escaped several times.

Soon, he entered its "dark side" from a mythical planet, away from the real world. This is the fairyland, but it has long been extinguished, dark, cold, and empty, like a ghost land.

The Daoist paper is like a duck to water here, especially as it goes deeper, it is illuminated by a cluster of firelight, and then the virtual image of a large number of scriptures is a firefly flying over, covering the sky and covering the paper, it does not move, it no longer escapes, and emits light. The endless brilliance, bearing the lost era, emerges all kinds of magical methods, scriptures, etc. that have appeared in this world.

Wang Xuan sat down cross-legged, guarded by the fog to prevent it from suddenly breaking through the air and going away. Looking at the more and more vigorous fire, he thought deeply for a while.

The withered yellow paper is immortal. In the flames of the massive scriptures, it refines the essence, absorbs the rhyme of the Tao, and presents various mysterious symbols, which has a sense of unity and simplicity.

"Immortal and immortal through many epochs, every epoch turns a page, and only one page embodies the essence of an entire extraordinary cosmic civilization. When did you originate and where did you come from?"

In the flames of the avenue, Wang Xuan's expression flickered, staring at the Daoist paper, his perception of the 6 broken pieces in the whole field was stretched to the limit, and he was exploring and tracing the past of this page.

It's a pity that the fog is thick, isolated from the ancient times, and inaccessible.

"How come the more you observe, the less it looks like the real thing?" He stared at the floating paper in the firelight.

Afterwards, he took out the flower of vision behind the life soil, this time it was not realized, but actually pulled up.It is still so bright and brilliant, with the meaning of eternal immortality.It is actually rooted in the fire made up of countless phantoms of scriptures, swaying here, sacred and flawless, with countless light and rain, as if it has aroused a certain resonance, the rhyme of the Tao, the light of the scriptures, also began to revolve around it.

6 Breaking through the mist, the deeper lakes and small boats are also rippling, and even the deepest light source has become brighter than ever, as if it is shining on a tangible road leading to the unknown.

Wang Xuan looked at one character after another on the Taoist paper, and also watched the firework of scriptures like fireflies and stars in the sky. He was unprecedentedly peaceful.

Before he knew it, he actually sat at the back end of the boat in this special state of emptiness, but he was still submerged in the water below his knees.

He sat quietly, and the flower of vision swayed not far away, which could not confuse his mind, and sent bursts of fragrance that made the soul peaceful, light and rain.

Wang Xuan raised his hand naturally, and for a moment, in front of the boat, the teapot on the coffee table with white mist flew up, and then poured tea into an empty cup.

He stretched out his hand calmly, everything was so natural, peaceful and harmonious.The small teacup, only two inches high, was unsophisticated, floated over, and landed in his right hand. The tea fragrance inside was accompanied by the texture of the cosmic star sea at the bottom of the cup, co-rotating and entwining, like an extraordinary central world, condensed into a cup in tea.

Wang Xuan's eyes were clear, he held a cup of tea and drank the tea. The moment he took the tea, everything changed in himself and in the world.

Chapter 1287 Final Chapter A Cup of Tea

In the small cup less than two inches high, the cosmic sea of ​​stars circulates, and the fragrance of tea lingers, flowing into Wang Xuan's mouth as if carrying the extraordinary central world.

The whole world became much clearer in his eyes, and his body became lighter, as if he was reducing the burden, removing a layer of shackles, and getting a purification.

He seems to see the essence of all things, looking up through the extinguished fairy world, the lights in the distance are dim, it is a real and ethereal place, looming.

Wang Xuan's tranquility was unprecedented. Although in a moment of spiritual light, he saw a corner of the place where the clouds were unknown, and a corner of the suspected real place, he was still calm.

At the time of the No. 1 extraordinary source, when the Eternal Silence Umbrella appeared for two years, he once penetrated the umbrella and saw the lights of thousands of families, but it was finally confirmed that he had returned to the original point.

Goodbye to "reality" now, he has a peaceful mind, it should be regarded as seeing a corner of the future.

When he drank tea, the white mist curled up in the cup, the stars were countless, and he didn't drink it. It was the taste of everything in the world of mortals, accompanied by the magnificent wonders when the era changed.

At the same time, there are scripture symbols all over the sky, and the fire of the secret method blooms at the same time, steaming on the tip of his tongue, as if some kind of essence of this era is circulating.

For a time, there were countless wonders, and Wang Xuan's whole body was covered with peaceful light. He realized the true meaning of immortality in the extraordinary central world, and the chapters left in the embers are worthy of careful study.

Sitting on the boat in the mist, he looked at it as if time passed by in 2000. He saw the past of the old center, the changes of the myth, from the official appearance to the glory, and then to the curtain call.

Holding the cup, Wang Xuan remained silent. Many feelings and endless understandings emerged in his mind. In the spiritual realm, he was stretching his body and interpreting various scriptures and magical methods.

In the emptiness of body and mind, his Taoism is improving, not very violent, but like a trickle, flowing from various fields, filling himself more and more.

The flower of vision is rooted in the pile of scriptures, and every time it sways, it sends bursts of fragrance, countless light and rain, sprinkled on Wang Xuan's body, making him feel more and more detached from the world.

The scriptures all over the sky, like fireflies and stars, with endless flames, covering the sky and covering the earth, drowning the withered yellow paper, and floating forward.

Wang Xuan was not in a hurry, and still had a peaceful mind. The boat in the mist moved slowly, following the side of the paper that contained the Tao.

The boat carrying Wang Xuan in the mist opened the way with the flames of scriptures all over the sky, illuminating the dark and vast fairyland, and passing through the sky over this extinguished icy land.

For three whole years, Wang Xuan was in this special state of studying the scriptures and enlightening the Tao. He had no voice, and what he had was only speculation and comprehension of various dharmas and Taos.

His practice is constantly improving, never violent, but very stable and firm, and certain areas are constantly being expanded.

In the fourth year, the small boat in the mist carried Wang Xuan, accompanied by the fire of scriptures and the flower of vision, into the outer sky.

He once participated in the longevity fruit event here, fought against the candle dragon clan in the arena of the city of sky, and once dug out the mud of the soul of the true saint from the good fortune garden, and then, the ten-eyed golden cicada and the golden inscription and The two heads of Xiongshan of the Black and White Bear Clan followed suit, leading the people of the city to repeatedly pull the wool from the garden...

In a blink of an eye, more than 300 years have passed, and the city of the sky has migrated away with the No. 1 extraordinary source, and many people are in hibernation.

Tianwaitian, where strangers can live, is now in darkness.

That is, the Xingyue River, which was once incomparably magnificent, where starlight and moonlight gathered to form the Xingyue River, is now extremely dark and completely dried up.Back then, there were shimmering waves, clam fairies dancing, groups of red dragons and carps, and fleets of boats, all coming and going were geniuses, all famous, and the mist was vast.

The misty boat came, carrying the flames of scriptures, re-illuminating the outer sky. For a moment, the grand scene of yesterday seemed to reappear, and the remaining waves of the Xingyue River appeared, rolling in the aftermath of the waves before they dissipated.

Wang Xuan had no joy or worry, his face was calm, the past had long since passed away, he looked through the dark sky, and once again saw the ethereal lights in that corner, like a real place emerging.

The withered and yellow paper condenses the Dao rhyme here, and gathers the scriptures that fill the sky. The flames are soaring into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky, and the extinguished sky will become transparent because of this.

After staying for 4 years, the Taoist paper moved, accompanied by the flowers of vision, and the scriptures hung in the sky, like the stars shining in the sky, clustered with yellow paper and went away to a place outside the world.

The boat in the mist followed, very stable, as if sailing to the unknown shore in the waves of the night.

The other world, the 36 heavens, and hell are all special Jedi, and they go away with the No. 1 extraordinary source, leaving only remnants, emptiness.

But here, the Daoist paper is unprecedentedly "moving and quiet". A page of paper is shaking, and the scriptures embodied and carried are densely packed, like a sea of ​​scriptures is surging.

In the sky and on the earth, there are volumes of ancient and mottled scriptures.

"The place where the true saint lives, even if the whole dojo has been moved away, it seems to be nothingness, but the essential background is still so bright."

That is the true meaning of the saints circulating, even, there are many chapters that have not been refined, they have not been extracted, they appear dimly in front of the fire, and come into Wang Xuan's eyes.

This time, on the side of the boat, the chanting sound from the scripture paper was louder, the sea of ​​scriptures was turbulent, and the scene was magnificent.

Although there is not much tea in Wang Xuan's cup, it seems to have been infused with new tea fragrance. After drinking, the aftertaste is endless, long and long, unforgettable for a lifetime.

He seemed to see one true saint after another performing martial arts, exercising the supreme law, and evolving infinite supernatural powers, but they were all vague and hazy.

For 6 full years, Wang Xuan was silent, but in the spiritual realm, Dao rhymes were churning, tearing apart the vast universe.

After drinking the last aftertaste of this cup of tea in one sip, Wang Xuan's body is clear and clean, and it is a matter of course, and he has entered the level of the 4 heavens of aliens, which is very natural and harmonious, without any waves.

After the flower of vision was in full bloom, its petals withered, and this change happened to the so-called never-withering fetish.But soon, new flowers grow, brighter and brighter.On those newly born petals, it seems that one extraordinary source after another is emerging and dying.

The mist surged, and the boat set sail again. The withered yellow paper absorbed the essence of scriptures in the sky, presenting dense symbols. It returned to the original, left the pile of scriptures, and floated on the side of the boat with the flower of vision, slowly going away. Enter the star sea of ​​the present world.

It has been a total of 13 years since Wang Xuan returned to the old center. After breaking through the customs, his heart is still calm, and he still maintains this special state.

The extinguished Immortal World, the Beyond Heaven, and the Land Beyond the World made him rise to a higher level.And the magnificent and boundless extraordinary central world, as well as the sea of ​​stars in this world, as well as the remnants of the Jedi such as hell, sea of ​​origin, and 36 heavens, are all waiting for him to approach.

The small cup in his hand disappeared and returned to the coffee table.However, as the boat in the mist moved forward together with the dao-carrying paper, sailing into the endless sea of ​​stars, more and more dao rhymes and runes accumulated on the withered yellow paper, the teapot floated up again, towards the less than two-inch-high Pour tea into a small cup.

Wang Xuan stretched out his hand, and naturally led him over. He only drank a little, and was not in a hurry to drink it all. The good tea in his hand carried the charm of Taoism.

"Déjà vu."

The starry sky is infinite, but this sea of ​​stars is no stranger, and Wang Xuan became more and more familiar with it as he drove in.

The flower of vision is swaying, and on the petals, it seems that there are myths that are born and died, and the light and rain fall in front, as if they are guiding the way forward.The dao-carrying paper carries the rhyme of the dao, condenses the texture, and goes in the direction of the light and rain.

"Flower of Vision, you really know my wish." Wang Xuan recognized Xinghai.

This is the Pingtian Starfield, the place where he and Yudaoqi first came to the Chaofan Central World. 1356 has passed, and he sighed that time flies.

The boat in the mist looks slow, but in fact it has extreme speed, like an old horse knowing the way, the boat, Wang Xuan, the paper of the way, and the flower of vision appeared near a living planet.

"Haichuanxing, the first planet I visited back then, I don't know if there are still familiar people left." Wang Xuan whispered.

In the past, this planet was still in the age of steam, but now it has long been replaced by a technological look.

There used to be a large cave on this planet, which was opened up by the broken old holy decree, but now it has long been extinguished.

The faces of Su Tong, Ling Xuan, Qi Sheng and others appeared before Wang Xuan's eyes.Back then, he met them under the pseudonym Qin Cheng, became friends, and entered Pingtian Academy together.

Wang Xuan returned 13 years ago, and the last aftertaste of the myth had been extinguished for 17 years before that, which means that the remaining breath of the extraordinary has ended for 30 years.

Star Haichuan was only a mid-to-lower mythological planet back then, with little reputation, and now there is not a single superhuman here.

As a stranger in the 4th heaven, Wang Xuan can penetrate everything with a single sweep of his divine sense. He sighed softly, the myth is completely over here.

However, there is a dao rhyme condensed on the dao-carrying paper in the large-scale extinguished cave.

He drank a little lightly, not feeling much, but remembering the year.