Chapter 400 Immortal World

In the outer space near the moon, there are not many steel warships and small spaceships.

There are three heaps, the spiritual world, and the remains of the super mythical civilization. Recently, the old earth's laboratory is cooperating with Lie Xian to develop exotic lands.

"Wang Xuan is here." Someone said.

In a small spaceship, Wang Xuan's figure appeared and walked out.

Suddenly, covered by a hazy light, Wang Xuan disappeared, and even the small spaceship was engulfed in it, and even the nearby Transcendents and spaceships were also affected.

Several of the spaceships disintegrated, leaving part of the wreckage, cut off by inexplicable forces, in addition to the limbs and blood of the extraordinary.

"what's the situation?!"

The news was sent back to the ground, causing quite a stir.

In Ancheng, Aoki looked serious, and immediately informed Zhang Daoling and the Patriarch of the Blood Sect, as well as Wang Xuan's real body.

"The people in the big screen can't wait any longer, it's clear that they won't let me go." Wang Xuan said in a deep voice, the one who was swallowed up was a robot modeled after him, and the moment he saw his figure, the other party made a deadly move .

Don't even think about it, it should be Zheng Yuantian's camp, thinking about his body is going crazy.

These days, Wang Xuan is researching armor and trying to smelt it. Various materials are mixed together, not only the root of the magic flower between reality and illusion, but also the rust on the iron chisel, and the true crystal of good fortune.

Of course, there is also the rust on the old bronze mirror, which is on the outside of the armor and is very useful, which is equivalent to making it old.

"It's almost done. I should be on my way. Zheng Yuantian, I didn't take the initiative to smash you to death. Instead, I was murdered by you again and again!"

This time, innocent people were even injured. In outer space, seven or eight extraordinary people died tragically.

That night, in midair, a light curtain appeared. Zheng Yuantian, whose whole body was covered in black armor, paid the price and shot a beam of light, which landed in the manor.

Wang Xuan's residence, the house was torn apart, disintegrated, and sank. A dark pit appeared on the ground, and even the reed lake evaporated.

It's a pity that this place is empty, Wang Xuan is not here, and he left Ancheng a few days ago.

"Old Zheng, do you want to drink? Do you want to come over?" Outside Ancheng, Zhang Daoling said, walking on the moon, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, staring at him.

He openly invites, but secretly warns, don't go too far, don't hurt mortals!

Zheng Yuantian glanced at him indifferently, then disappeared, and the light curtain went out.

"Old Chen, guard my physical body!" The next day, Wang Xuan set off, and was about to formally enter the fairyland, so it was time to take the initiative to attack the enemy.

In Mingtu, Wang Xuan wore armor inside and the most popular clothes behind the big curtain, and took a god-killing flag, furnace cover, etc., took a deep breath and set out on the road.

The faint mist was transpiring, and he floated up, following the direction of the mist, he walked all the way, time and space were blurred, and the road was extremely silent.

Finally, he stepped through the silent and dim area, and fell into the world behind the big screen with the swirl of mist.

It was still a post station, dilapidated and desolate, with red lanterns hanging at the door. This familiar scene made him accustomed to it, and he strode forward.

He quickly passed through the dark area and entered the fairyland corresponding to the old land. It was far farther than the previous few times, and he saw a more magnificent view.

Two days later, Wang Xuan entered the fairy world full of vitality.

At this time, he was standing in a mountain range, what he saw was magnificent mountains and rivers, fresh vegetation, clear blue sky, and occasionally huge raptors crossed the sky, casting large shadows.

"This is the fairyland. When I entered it before, the place I stood on was the most marginal area. Now I finally see it." Wang Xuan looked over.

There was a roar in the sky, followed by a rain of blood. He touched it, and there was blood on his face and body, and he quickly raised his head.

In the sky, a monitor lizard covered in flames, flapping its fleshy wings, passing by here, was rolled down from the sky by the trunk of a black elephant covered in scales, and its body was broken in two in mid-air.

At this moment, Wang Xuan's body turned cold. This is definitely a creature above the level of an immortal, and his little knowledge is not enough here.

In the fairy world, the Taoism of all kinds of creatures is preserved, and a beast king who jumps out at random will be very terrifying, and can kill a bunch of superhumans.

If it weren't for the small light clusters in Wang Xuan's body, he would turn around and go back. The fairyland is too dangerous.

That is the complicated texture carved by Zhang Daoling, Fang Yuzhu and others. Once activated and fired, it is estimated that any light group can absorb the supermatter of the entire mountain range in an instant, forming a devastating storm.

"I'd better go outside the mountain. If I meet the beast king, I will be forced to activate the marks of Lao Zhang and others. It's not worth it!" Wang Xuan frowned.

He didn't dare to walk in the deep mountains anymore, and originally wanted to take a shortcut and cross this primitive mountain. From the looks of it now, it is better to accept the reality with his little knowledge. He is very good. He is a member of the disadvantaged group in the fairyland, and it is more suitable to walk in populated areas.

Half a day later, Wang Xuan ran wildly all the way. In the desolate area outside, he encountered a colony of ants, each one as big as a watermelon, red all over, hard as iron, spraying acid and flames, all supernatural creatures, chasing him all the way. kill.

If he died in the mouth of the ants, it would be a great joy, he fled helplessly.

One day later, Wang Xuan met a group of big birds and was forced to use the Immortal Light Escape that was given to him by the ancestor of the Dark Blood Sect.

He was walking outside the mountain, and was stared at by this group of big birds. Each of them was six to seven meters long, with steel-like feathers, and could easily cut off the top of the mountain. They whizzed across the sky, and the leader even approached the Earth Immortal, and regarded Wang Xuan as a bug and wanted to eat and eat it.

He was forced to perform earth escape, and fled wildly all the way, sighing secretly: "This trip is far from easy as I imagined."

Finally, on the fourth day after entering the Immortal World, he got rid of the predicament, far away from the no-man's land, and entered the popular area.

Before coming, he had already done enough homework. The fairyland is suitable for the survival of the spiritual body, and it is also suitable for living creatures with flesh and blood. It is in a half-material and half-energy plane.

This piece of fairyland is attached to the old soil, much like its shadow, but it really exists.

Back then, after the people who became immortals entered the scene, many people used great power to reshape their bodies, regenerate their flesh and blood, and reproduce normally.

At the same time, in the fairyland, there were originally many natives, and there were a large number of ferocious birds and beasts. There are many theories about their origins.

The more reliable rumors are that they appeared with the birth of this semi-material plane, like fertile soil, which cannot always be barren.

During this period of time, Wang Xuan got in touch with Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling and others, learned a lot, asked many questions, and learned many secrets.

For example, some aborigines passed on word of mouth that they lived and lived with the curtain forever. But Wang Xuan saw it today, which confirmed some claims.

This is a large-scale village, and the whole village is digging pits, choosing graves, and preparing for the overall burial, or deep sleep.

"The curtain goes out, the world dies, and we, like our ancestors, will fall into the cold winter period, waiting for a new life in the darkness."

Among the aborigines, some elders are presiding over ceremonies and making various arrangements. They know that the fairy world is about to be destroyed, and according to their ancestors, they are waiting for recovery in death.

Wang Xuan thought about what Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling and others said, and combined with what he had seen and heard, he was also thinking about these things.

Some curtains have been extinguished more than once, and the long winter night has passed, and some of them have finally recovered. As for the so-called natives, there is no new life.

It can only be said that these aborigines and villagers are indeed seeing themselves off and burying themselves.

There are many immortals and more natives, but it is impossible for all of them to enter the real world, the base is too large. In addition, when crossing the border, the consumption is astonishing, and the spiritual imprint will be broken at every turn, and even the disciples of the gods are paying the price to pass through the curtain.

Wang Xuan sighed and looked up at the sky. It seemed that the sky was not so blue anymore. He felt a little bit of twilight, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy and oppressive.

Especially when he looked at the deep fairy world with his spiritual eyes, he felt its essence. This is indeed a corrupt world. The half-material and half-energy plane will eventually collapse, and the creatures in the whole world will die!

"It's really not easy to live." His heart was heavy, and everything he saw now would dim and die in less than a year.

Even if this fairyland is lucky, there is a second or third chance of recovery, but I don't know how long it will be. The real changes of the years, the prehistoric sky is like clouds and smoke, and some stars in the universe are doomed to disappear.

And every recovery, the fairy world needs to be brewed and takes a long time, many years before the mythical creatures appeared.

When passing by a larger town, Wang Xuan stopped. He felt a special kind of fluctuation here. The whole town was praying and offering sacrifices, and their emotions resonated.

Then, he saw an unbelievable scene. Yellow paper was falling from the sky and burning. It seemed to be incomparably compatible with the emotions of the people in the town. It was resonating, and a sad mood was spreading.

"Look, our prayers are effective. We are sleeping here today. After endless years, we will all be reborn in the form of seeds. Maybe we will forget everything, but our life imprints have been passed down, and there will always be someone Others will wake up and remember what they saw today."

Among the aborigines, the old priest was extremely excited. He led the people in the village to kneel down and prayed, murmuring with tears in his eyes.

Surprised, Wang Xuan watched from a distance.

Then, a light rain fell from the sky and fell into the town.

"Not all villages and towns can see the burning of yellow paper. What's more rare is that we are lucky to be watered by spiritual rain. Our future recovery is the seed of a new fairyland!" an old man cried.

Then, Wang Xuan saw that many people rushed to the distance, rushed to the cemetery, and began to bury themselves. There were also people in the villages and towns, in the yard, on the street, being exposed to the light and rain, laughing.

Wang Xuan was horrified. He felt that his soul was under great threat. He took out the furnace cover directly, urged it, and put it on top of his head.

"This kind of mysterious event, Lao Zhang and the others haven't studied it thoroughly, and almost never saw it with their own eyes. Only at the end of the decay of mythology, when the aborigines began to die out, can they be seen occasionally." Wang Xuan looked solemn.

He saw that many villagers fell down directly, motionless, and some people decayed, as if it had been hundreds or thousands of years ago.

It can be seen that some people have seed-like light spots in their bodies, fly out, and sink into the ground with the light rain, as if they have really gone to sleep, and they are going to survive the dark winter, the eternal night.

"Some legends are credible? When the new fairy world reappears, those spiritual substances will reproduce and reproduce, and even the "seeds" that are half material and half energy will automatically emerge?"

Later, when Wang Xuan heard the crying, he was terrified and felt a little familiar. He raised his head suddenly, and saw the end of the light rain, the highest point of the sky, there was a blur, as if separated by a boundary wall, a little fire appeared dimly, as if someone was burning paper, and the fire was about to go out.

Wang Xuan's heart was greatly shaken, and he wanted to rush up. This was not the first time he encountered such a thing. In the deepest part of his own special interior scene, he had vaguely seen and heard it.