The Elysium Across Deep Space Chapter 339: ?Communication with another mythical civilization
In that old voice, there is a kind of indifference to the extreme decadence, and then there is an incomparable sense of desolation, which brings 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 old age, 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 creature 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 quietly, he couldn't change anything, it was an old thing that passed away.
One of the scriptures, with hundreds of thousands of strands of sword energy, shot up into the sky, shook the stars out of the sky, and disturbed the splendid 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 supernatural disintegrates, the universe corrects errors, and my power begins to disperse, and all my efforts are returned to the dust of the universe."
He used his body to support the sky, but in the end, it was still rapidly dim, until at the end, he was old, sitting on the scriptures, and died in the years.
At this point, the sky he held up, and the mythical planet behind him, the extraordinary 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 fairyland, fighting against the error-correcting universe.
He was at the forefront, trying to hold the last extraordinary light, but his fate was doomed, constantly exhausted, frailty 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, and a woman who was full of spiritual energy between her brows and opened up an infinite field, with the gods, with the kingdom of the gods behind her, soared up into the sky, and the world took off.
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 brand are all the peerless powerhouses of the year, 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 their whole 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 be left for future 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.
"Huh?"
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 so.
Of course, it was not a real voice, but a mental wave that spanned time and space, and 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.
Can Lingling be defined in this way? He had seen it before, had it been the same.
Undoubtedly, the man in this scripture is extraordinarily powerful, and the scripture paper is 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, submerging 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 time, Wang Xuan found that his heart was beating like a drum, beating violently and loudly, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his body.
Just now, he really and clearly felt the real sense of death, and the primordial spirit was wiped out by someone raising his hand. Facing such a peerless figure, he couldn't move at all, and was instantly killed!
"This is 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 terrifying spirit?" 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.
"Ow, you can fight, don't overdo it!" cried the round-faced girl.
Wang Xuan bowed his head, and was surprised 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 has 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 a scripture 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 one 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 could not 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 could not open up a small world with his Taoism, but the little white tiger opened his eyes in shock.
"Have you just been immersed in ancient scriptures, and have been sparring with the ancients, and have been beaten up?" The round-faced girl asked quickly and eagerly.
Wang Xuan suddenly looked bad and said, "Picture crystal, bring it here!"
Xiao Baihu said: "I'm doing it for your own good. It'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.
"She was instantly killed by the supreme powerhouse, and then, she rushed in to challenge again and again, and the more setbacks she became, the stronger she became, laying a certain foundation for her to lay a peerless foundation in the future."
After hearing this, Wang Xuan was amazed and prepared to choose a particularly powerful scripture to capture the dying mythical scriptures in the moments before death.
The little white tiger hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, you have missed something. At that time, the demon master brought me, so that he did not die. I was also a former client, which means that with me, I can turn bad luck into good luck. Together, together!"
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 help it anymore. After pinching it, he rubbed her head. Before she frowned and was about to let out a tiger roar, he spoke first and said: "If you're not afraid of death, your primordial spirit will come out of your body and follow 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, burning scripture.
There is a woman here, who is like a queen, whose 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 of 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, changing, condensing, connecting into the distance, and turning into a mythical tunnel-like road.
She was icy and powerful, and finally looked at the big universe outside with nostalgia and helplessness, let out a sigh, turned and walked towards the depths of the tunnel of myth, as if she was trying to get close to something.
Wang Xuan's pupils shrank. 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 imposing and powerful creature with loose silver hair, is looking for a power that is close to reality, and there is a certain result.
However, she is still not successful, the transcendent is corrected, the universe returns to the ordinary normal, 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~IndoMTL.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, dyed with the scriptures, and ended.
At the last glance, 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 the two still exploded, turning into a rain of light and disappearing.
After the darkness, Wang Xuan and Xiao Baihu both recovered. The death was so real, and the experience was so profound that it left people with lingering fears.
"See, I am here, everything is safe and sound, we are 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 mouth 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, and some extremely powerful people are also looking for a way out, wanting to reshape a new mythical world, and initially approaching the real energy.
Wang Xuan was comprehending, absorbing the scriptures, and the strange substances overflowing from the fire. In a trance, he seemed to see the real place.
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