Chapter 1428: Final Chapter, The Last Era

In the six realms of Yin and the 36 heavens, Wang Xuan slowly retracted his gaze, and the peaceful light returned from afar, turning into faint ripples from the form of a figure, sinking into his eyes.

Black snowflakes fell, and there was already a layer of ice crystals on his body and the ground, and another period of eternal silence appeared.

Wang Xuan didn't move for a long time, he stared at the deep space for a long time.

The mythical frozen age has arrived, and the unified mythical world is being merged. The surging creation matter has been quieted down, and even the taproot under the yin66 realm has temporarily "hibernated".

The 21 extraordinary sources are all covered with heavy snow, and the world is replaced by black, and the extraordinary sources are going out, leaving only a faint glow.

In a moment of thought, Wang Xuan sent messages to all the deceased at the same time. After making sure that they were all right, he began to prepare for his eternal death.

Even a true saint, after a period of time, will fall into a long sleep in this age, let alone an ordinary transcendent?

Wang Xuan still remembers that in the last Ji, the senior brother guarded his body and was a power of 6 breaks, and finally fell asleep. Only the real king ignored the big black umbrella and did not feel sleepy.

Back then, the True King of Machinery at the source of No. 6 had fought fiercely with King Yu in the eternal night, waking Wang Xuan up.

"Time is on my side!" As the disaster lord, it is impossible for him to fall into sleep. He has plenty of time to think about the road ahead, practice hard, and improve his morality.

Wang Xuan was not careless, let alone slack, and said to himself: "We need to be careful. In the last extraordinary years, anything can happen. We should do our best to improve ourselves."

He saw a strange sign, in the heavy snow, there were still some black ashes falling, and when he looked up, he saw that the Eternal Silence Umbrella was shattered and scattered black ash.

In the end, even this mysterious spectacle will decay and die in this century.

Everything indicates that this is the last era of the extraordinary.

"If the big black umbrella is gone, will the Yin six realms recover early and shine the glory of the last life? Is it a short-lived, extremely short-lived, or long-lasting, final struggle?" Wang Xuan also doesn't know.

He took out the skull lamp. In this era, it is still covered with light mist. If you look back, you can see the vague phantom, which has not disappeared, which indicates that the opponent is very strong, and this is still separated from the real world.

"Speaking of which, it's a pity. I swept away the five true kings, including Yewang and Lianhuang. In the end, they all died in the skull lamp. It seemed that there was no karmic resentment to entangle me. In the end, I still didn't experience that feeling. Did it fall on the head of the 'prison'?" Wang Xuan said to himself.

He looked at the phantom in the depths of the mist behind the skull lamp, which seemed to be much dimmer than before, and was about to be broken.

"I want to try it myself, who used you to carry it? It's troublesome!" Wang Xuan threw the skull lamp aside.

Now that he has become a disaster lord, he probably won't be able to experience it even if he tries.

Two years later, many extraordinary people fell into mythical hibernation, and the world was covered with black snow.

"Ju, come here." Wang Xuan shouted to the real king under the No. 1 source.

The giant appeared immediately, with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'll introduce you to a brother." Wang Xuan took out the stone lamp, and first released the "Nuan Nan" from Guizhen's ancient vessel, followed by Xiao Jinren, Gou Sheng, Bai Li, and Huo. As for "Chong", he had already returned to the source of No. 6.

Then, he took action himself, and captured the "mad king". He was also a giant with a huge and boundless body, standing upright, and the stars were not as good as dust in front of him.

"Hiss, this is part of my real body that I lost back then!" The giant real king under the No. 1 source exclaimed, and then he was extremely happy.

"Take him away." Wang Xuan waved his hand. As for the other six-breaking powers, Xiaojinren, Gousheng, etc., feel free to go where they want.

"Thank you, True King." Bai Li, Huo, Nuan Nan and others immediately saluted.

"It's time to call the disaster lord." The giant reminded him there, holding his sealed body - the mad king.

"What? The legend shines into the world, and even this kind of creature has appeared?!" Several people felt extremely shocked!

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In the Age of Eternal Silence, Wang Xuan was refining weapons. He fused the wild king's spear and the fragments of Yu's golden bow into the stone tripod.

It's not for himself, he doesn't need it anymore, he is trying to improve the quality of Shi Ding, and in the end it will be handed over to Ma, Wu, the first Beast Emperor and others.

The so-called tripod may be a rescue capsule at a critical moment.

In the future, what he wants to do, just like what he told Zhao Qinghan, is to go to the place of returning to the truth alone with a sword, and one person is enough.

He had a premonition that there was a big problem in the land of returning to the true world, and it would be difficult for the real king to survive if he entered, and even the disaster lord would wither and stain the secret land with blood.

At the very least, it will be difficult for him to be kind to some disaster victims.

"In addition to the prison, there is another disaster lord—Breaking Calamity." He said to himself, this time through the intervention of the five true kings, there are two disaster lords.

Yu, who is dressed in a golden battle suit, has the smelted remnants of natural disasters with the attribute of destruction, invincible, and behind her is suspected to be the disaster lord—Po Jie.

"When that day comes, let me see what the Land of Guizhen looks like. All the disaster lords want to take that step, who can rise? It's the last chance. If those disaster lords fail, will they go crazy?"

In the process of Wang Xuan's enlightenment and weapon refining, in the next hundred years, there were 15 more origins, a very subtle number.

This moved him, he didn't know the origin of the source at all, it was hard to tell what age the ancient land was, and there were still abnormalities left!

The 15 sources, some are a little ashes, some are broken cosmic vortexes, and generally speaking, they have all been destroyed long ago.

Moreover, among these origins, there are only eight true kings, and seven of them are fragmented origins, and the creatures have long been extinct.

"This is the source that left little traces, and it can still come. And how many of those supernatural source realms have completely dissipated and nothing is left? It is impossible to tell." Wang Xuan said to himself, briefly lost in thought, thinking about the mythical things behind the life soil.

When the eight new true kings learned that there was a disaster lord here, they all petrified, and finally came to 36 Chongtian to visit Wang Xuan one after another.

Wang Xuan took this opportunity to watch more remnants of natural disasters. At the same time, he also learned from these true kings that the shortest duration of their source was more than hundreds of centuries.

There are 36 source lands in the Mythological Great Unification Territory, all of which are covered by heavy snow.

After 300 years, Wang Xuan realized that there will be no source of appearance anymore, and everything else should be completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

When the myth was frozen for 500 years, Wang Xuan left behind an avatar, left the mythical realm by himself, and marched into the unknown deep space.

Based on the known information, he wanted to travel through all the old universes abandoned by the extraordinary source, learn the rhyme of the Tao, and collect scriptures.

It's like when the black snow fell in the last century, he was alone on the road.

"In the era that just ended, it has been more than 6,000 years, and the tortoise still hasn't caught up." On the way, Wang Xuan thought of the strange tortoise he met in the past.

It is strange not only because it is alive in the decadent age like a strange person, but also because it is so strange that it overslept every time and missed the last extraordinary migration.

"Maybe it's because the journey is too far this time, and it can't catch up with all its strength." After thinking about this, Wang Xuan used his calamity-level ability, and the causal fate line was extended. Finally, he saw the big turtle and fell asleep lying on the road.

Wang Xuan's right fingertips dropped out of the "fishing line", and then hooked the turtle, swung it violently, and sent him into the No. 1 source.

This is the strength of the disaster master level, across the vast ocean of the universe, he can do it directly. If it was before, he didn't know how many years it would take him to travel.

"Who...who?!" The old turtle woke up startled, stuttering, who is fishing for turtles at the end of the deep space?

With a bang, it hit the alien sea that was migrating with the extraordinary source, and the big waves submerged a special island.

"Turtle, you're finally here!" The island revived. It was a stone turtle. When it saw the old turtle, it didn't say a word, it was more agile than a tiger and leopard.

"I made you late, I overslept every time, I beat you to death!"

The old tortoise's slough, the stone tortoise, has been psychic, and it has not dissipated until now. In the era of eternal silence with heavy snow, it fought with the main body.

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In this special era, Wang Xuan traveled all over the abandoned lands of the six former sources of the Yin six lands. Now he does not need to use the paper of the Tao. When he passes by, countless papers will appear, and the scriptures will fill the sky. In the central universe of the previous era, Taoism was transpiring, and taboos appeared.

This time on a long trip, because his strength and Taoism far surpassed that of the previous century, his speed also surpassed the standard by a large margin!

Although all kinds of scriptures are far away from the realm of the disaster master, those ideas and the direction of those wonderful methods can enlighten him.

The boat in the mist, accompanied by a large amount of scripture paper, sailed into the distance, and he was going to the Yangjiu realm. In the last century, he had explored some of them, but he hadn't gained much, and he couldn't even manifest the true meaning of the immortal scriptures. Now he is the disaster lord, ready to try again.

Before he had completely driven out of Yinliu, when he looked up, a large black umbrella fell down and turned into a large area of ​​ashes.

"The edge of the big umbrella can no longer bear it."

With a sound of swiping, Wang Xuan disappeared and went to the top of the big umbrella, approaching the core of the entire Umbrella of Eternal Silence. He wanted to find out its essence and confirm part of the speculation in his heart.

As the disaster lord, he didn't fail this time.

"Born from nothingness, spread from endless time and space, and manifested, its essence is... a special super natural disaster!"

Wang Xuan stared, and the spiritual eyes of the disaster master saw the essence.

Tracing back to the Umbrella of Eternal Silence, at the end of it, there is a slight gap in the back, and an inexplicable substance is passed through, and finally manifested as this umbrella.

"Sure enough, there is a big problem in the real land, even this super natural disaster spectacle is decaying!"

Natural disasters are radiated from the only "Tao", a phantom belonging to the Tao, and a priceless real substance.

"Could it be that there are creatures breaking through the level and swallowing the Tao, or is everything just the opposite, or are there unfathomable and bad events happening?"

Wang Xuan stopped here for a long time, thinking for a long time.

Afterwards, he traveled all over the world of Yangjiu. As a disaster lord, he was really different from the past. He manifested scriptures all over the sky, one after another, hanging in the decaying sky, and the old land, which had only had extraordinary manifestations for many years, began to have a grand sound of chanting scriptures.

In the end, Wang Xuan traveled all over the remnants corresponding to the source of 36, and the harvest was huge!

He traveled alone in a small boat in the mist, haunted the end of the universe ocean, comprehended various methods, and even found other sources of annihilation.

Thousands of years have passed, and more and more scriptures are floating beside him. He is enlightening the Tao and studying the forbidden law every day, and the Taoism is growing slowly.

In the Eternal Silence period, time is the cheapest, and Wang Xuan retreats all the year round. He didn't calculate it carefully. If he roughly measures it with the soul, it is estimated that tens of thousands of years will pass.

"Is the disaster lord the limit of this world?" During this period, Wang Xuan tried various ways to break through, but the effect was not obvious.

Tens of thousands of years of hard work have allowed him to raise his Taoism to the late stage of the disaster lord. He has analyzed the Great Umbrella of Eternal Silence and penetrated into the world after the life soil, but it is difficult to help him.

When the myth was frozen for about 150,000 years, Wang Xuan woke up from the deepest retreat. Tens of thousands of years ago, he had already reached the end of the disaster lord, and he could no longer improve.

At this level, his perception was stronger than imagined, and he felt it all, and set off on his way home.

In the world of Yin Liu, the big umbrella of eternal silence is falling down, black ashes are all over the sky, and it is completely decayed.

Boom!

Like a terrible and huge thunder, in the area that the big umbrella can cover, a dazzling light rises, tearing the entire eternal silence big umbrella, making it explode and dissipate completely.

"It's over. In only a few hundred thousand years, the mythical frozen age will end. Is the extraordinary also over? Or will it be a flash in the pan, and then it will be completely extinguished after it shines?" Wang Xuan's heart is hard to calm down. Compared with the previous period of hundreds of millions of years of eternal silence, this time is extremely short.

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