Chapter 340 ? Communication with Another Mythical Civilization

Chapter 340 Communication with Another Mythical Civilization

In that aged voice, there was a kind of indifference to the utmost decadence, followed by an incomparable sense of desolation, bringing people boundless depression.

Piles of scriptures were continuously thrown into the fire without hesitation, as if an era was disappearing, turning into embers of the Great Dao in the light of the fire.

Twilight's helpless words before his death, the beating firelight, the deep and desperate emotions, with the coolness of late autumn, give people a very bad feeling.

Wang Xuan was immersed in this scene, as if he saw the end of a mythical civilization, even the most powerful could not change the finale of the demise of the extraordinary.

His eyes moved with the flames, and he saw more figures, a creature sitting on a scripture. There are men and women, there are human beings, there are races that have never been seen, and they are thrown into the fire with the scriptures, sigh there, and then grow old and die.

Wang Xuan watched quietly, he couldn't change anything, this is the past that has disappeared.

In one of the scriptures, hundreds of millions of strands of sword energy soared into the sky, knocking down the stars outside the sky and disrupting the splendid galaxy. There is no doubt that this is an earth-shattering big shot.

A man with white hair like snow, stood outside the domain, standing on the scriptures, watching Xingdou swaying with his breathing and the sword energy overflowing from his body, he still felt powerless.

"Extraordinary disintegrated, the universe corrected its mistakes, and my power began to flow away, and all my efforts were returned to the dust of the universe."

He supported the sky with his body, but in the end, it was still rapidly dimming, until finally, he was old, sitting on the scriptures, and died in the years.

At this point, the sky he propped up, and the mythical planet behind him, Transcendence completely disappeared, never to be seen again.

Wang Xuan was moved. Compared with the present world, this man is definitely an unrivaled powerhouse. He belongs to the number one person in a certain fairyland, fighting against the error-correcting universe.

He stood at the forefront, wanting to hold on to the last lingering light of the extraordinary, but his fate was doomed, he was constantly exhausted, weak and old came, and he died in the years like a mortal.

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

Even female alchemists, Zhang Daoling, ascetic monks, ancestors of heaven and other peerless powerhouses are hardly exceptions, and they can completely match the white-haired man.

The scriptures carried the white-haired man falling and throwing himself into the fire.

Then, a boundless light bloomed, and a woman whose spiritual energy gushed out between her brows and opened up an infinite realm, brought the gods and the kingdom of gods behind her, soaring into the sky and soaring all over the world.

However, after all, she was also suppressed by the universe, her body dimmed, her extraordinary faded away, the kingdom of the gods suddenly disintegrated, scriptures burned one after another, and she fell into the fire.

The people and scenery who were able to rush into the universe and show a special brand were all peerless powerhouses back then, but what is left to future generations is only regret and powerlessness.

"Don't burn it, show me." Wang Xuan's heart aches for them. It's all their life's painstaking effort. It's a pity that they just throw it into the fire and burn it to ashes.

Even if those people feel that these scriptures are not enough to continue the myth and it is difficult to reshape the extraordinary world, they can still be used as a reference for future generations to inspire people.

He reached out to touch those scriptures, wanting to stop them. Although he didn't know how many years and ages had passed, he still did so subconsciously.

"Um?"

His spiritual eye, his primordial spirit, seemed 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 so long ago.

"Hui Ling?" A man with a fairly young face, but with vicissitudes of life and gray hair, looked back at him, and opened his mouth like that.

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

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

Can the ghost be defined in this way? He has seen it before, whether it is the same.

There is no doubt that the man in this scripture is extremely powerful, and the paper of the scriptures emits a sky-high dao light, revolving around him.

He raised his hand and pressed down on Wang Xuan, covering the sky with one hand. Various runes, accompanied by Dao fire, burned according to the scriptures, drowning Wang Xuan alive.

With a bang, Wang Xuan's spirit turned into light rain, disappeared from the scriptures, evaporated, and returned to his physical body.

At this time, Wang Xuan found that his heart was beating violently like a drum, the sound was extremely loud, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his body.

Just now, he really and clearly felt the reality of death, the primordial spirit was obliterated by someone raising his hand, facing that kind of peerless person, he couldn't move at all, and was instantly killed!

"Is this the real gap between me, Lao Zhang behind the scenes, and Fang Yuzhu?" He was covered in cold sweat from head to toe, wet.

When meeting this kind of person, one look can destroy him, raising one's hand can destroy all spells, and through time and space, one can cover the sky alone and give a devastating blow.

"He regards me as a creepy spirit?" Wang Xuan pondered, is this trying to redefine this kind of creature, or is that person's perception wrong.

After going through this experience, Wang Xuan felt a sense of exhaustion, which was a real death experience, and his spirit is still tense up to now.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish!"

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

She had already dodged out, looking at him vigilantly and viciously.

"What did you see just now?" Wang Xuan asked her if she saw the scene of him being strangled standing on the scriptures.

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

Wang Xuan silently realized that it was not without gain. He saw a large number of burnt runes covering him. Although it was a broken scripture, the momentary spiritual resonance still gave him a clear understanding.

"In that era, many people like to open up a small world, accommodate themselves, stand in it, and pay attention to the endless life of all dharmas, but they still cannot escape the era of exhaustion."

He sat down cross-legged, tried to experience according to what he had learned, and a hazy aura gradually emerged outside his body. Naturally, he couldn't open up a small world with his skills, but the little white tiger's eyes widened in shock.

"Did you just immerse yourself in the ancient scriptures, compete with the ancients, and get blown away?" the round-faced girl asked quickly and eagerly.

Wang Xuan suddenly had a bad look on his face, and said, "Bring the picture crystal, bring it!"

The little white tiger said: "I'm doing it for your own good. It's the most valuable experience to relive the lost mythical civilization. The demon master also experienced it back then."

"Tell me how she went through it." Wang Xuan became interested.

"Being instantly killed by the supreme powerhouse, she rushed in to challenge again and again, and the more frustrated she became, the stronger she became, laying a certain foundation for her to build a peerless foundation in the future."

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

The little white tiger hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, you missed one thing. At that time, the demon lord took me with him, and he survived the danger. I was also the party involved in the past, which means that only with me can we turn danger into good luck. Together, together !"

Wang Xuan found out that this white tiger has such a big face, can he take credit for this?

Looking at her fleshy, round face, he couldn't help it anymore. After pinching her, he rubbed her head. Before she exploded and was about to let out a tiger roar, he spoke first and said, "If you If you are not afraid of death, just come out of your body and follow me."

This time, Wang Xuan stared carefully, and chose a scripture that looked extremely amazing at present, where the pages of the scriptures were turned, and there were stars and stars that were born and died.

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

There is a woman here, like an empress, whose spiritual temperament and physical appearance are not weaker than Fang Yuzhu's, and her strength is extraordinarily strong. That look of looking down on the world is stronger than all men, and she seems to be dismissive of everything in the past, the strong men who once existed.

Here, Wang Xuan further understands the essence of practice in this mythical civilization, and opening up a small world is the foundation for a 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 being compressed and turned into a similar height to her.

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

She is glamorous and peerlessly powerful, and finally glanced nostalgicly and helplessly at the big universe outside, sighed, turned around and walked towards the depths of the mythical tunnel, as if trying to get close to something.

Wang Xuan's pupils contracted. At this moment, he clearly felt that in the depths of the tunnel, there was a faint energy substance floating out that was close to reality. It was very faint, but it did exist.

This woman is an extremely powerful creature with loose silver hair. She is looking for a power that is close to the real, and she has achieved certain results.

However, she is still not considered a success, the extraordinary is corrected, the universe returns to normal, and the mythical 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 be heard in his heart, and the actual mental fluctuations could not be transmitted.

He saw the scene after the extraordinary collapsed, the mythical tunnel continued to collapse, the woman and her scriptures were burned, and fell all over the sky, she turned into blood and fire, dyed with the scriptures, and ended.

Looking back at the end, before the woman disappeared, she glanced at him and the round-faced girl, but did not make a move, but as the scriptures fell, Wang Xuan and Wang Xuan exploded and disappeared into light rain.

After the darkness, both Wang Xuan and the little white tiger came back to life. The death was so real, and the experience was so profound, which left people with lingering fears.

"See, with me here, everything is safe and sound, and we came back safely!" After returning to the flesh, the round-faced girl was the first to claim credit.

Wang Xuan couldn't bear her, so he pressed her tiger head and licked her again and again!

"Aww..." She bared her teeth and claws.

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

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

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

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