Chapter 1361: Final Terminator
The scriptures were piled up into a high platform, each one was shining brightly, and each word was bursting with wonder. Wang Xuan sat cross-legged on the Chaos Holy Lotus constructed by the scripture characters, steady and transcendent.
Li Dao was tall, with fierce and aggressive eyes. He was wearing imperial armor, suppressing the scriptures to the point of dimming them. He had an extremely fierce aura, as if he was ready to cut through the world.
However, when the Taoist boy Lao Zhang faced him, he had a blank expression on his face. He just threw a cushion over to him, then slapped him on the back of his head and turned back.
Li Dao's gaze was so scorching that the void seemed to collapse. It would have been fine if it was just Wang Xuan, but why did a tiny boy give him the cold shoulder?
Beings at his level could create anything with a move of their consciousness. In an instant, statues of saints appeared near him, and the divine flower of Tao began to wither!
Old Zhang felt that something was wrong. Was he the target of a discussion and a spell? He saw the statues of the saints all opened their eyes and glared at him.
In an instant, he was suppressed in his larval state and his legs became weak. He was no longer under control and could not help but kneel down.
However, he knew that Xiao Wang next door was not the kind of person who would suffer a loss, and would not let the "big shot" who was accompanying him suffer a loss, so he resisted the pressure and waved his hand with his back to Li Dao.
Sure enough, Old Zhang suddenly felt no pressure at all, and all the statues of saints floating nearby shattered, and when he waved his hand, they fell to the ground and turned into ashes.
"Calm down." The boy Lao Zhang finally spoke, returned to Wang Xuan's back, and uttered these two words.
A group of powerful aliens at Source No. 3 all changed their expressions. What did this mean? Could a boy show off his divine power here?
For a moment, all the strangers stared at the high platform piled with scriptures.
Li Dao took a step forward, and a marvelous sight appeared under his feet. It was a 15-colored altar with a Dharma platform rebuilt on the Taoism platform. He stood on it and looked down ahead.
Then, around him, grand temples, each enshrining a true saint, rose up one after another.
In the brilliant world, Li Dao has become a Saint Emperor, hanging high on the altar, supreme alone. He enfeoffs all the saints there, and they are all arranged around him.
Moreover, there were invisible rules expanding, like the universe's sea of stars bursting its banks, and rushing towards Wang Xuan. For a moment, all the saints chanted scriptures and worked together to subdue the demon.
Li Dao started the attack and had already begun to discuss the Dao and demonstrate his own teachings.
“You are following the path of the king. You have great ambitions. Do you think you are the future Holy Emperor?” Someone in the No. 2 Extraordinary Center sneered.
At the foundation of the platform for discussing the Dao, piles and piles of scriptures are glowing, becoming the fuel of the Dao, dancing with divine fire, and providing an inexplicable Dao rhyme to both parties in the discussion.
Discussing the Tao is a literary battle, which focuses more on the enlightenment and understanding of the Tao. Even if one's own cultivation is insufficient, these piles of scriptures can make up for it to a certain extent.
However, people were surprised to find that Wang Xuan, the strange man who was said to have a not very high realm, was actually quite capable of Taoism and did not need much "care" from the Scripture Platform.
"Take the path of the king? Your path is not peaceful, but rather tyrannical. The true saint is high above, already transcendent, why do you need to divide it? Is this world, this human world, yours alone?"
After Wang Xuan finished speaking, he used the Great Way of Balance to deal with it. The temples hanging high above became blurred one after another and were about to turn into rubble, and the saints dimmed.
Then he added: "My nephew's name seems to be...Wang Dao."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Someone from Supernatural Source No. 1 immediately responded.
On the Taoism discussion platform, the scriptures turned into waves, covering the sky and the earth, and rushed towards Wang Xuan. Li Dao was like a sword unsheathed from the sky, cutting off time and space, and said: "No. 1 extraordinary source, what is there to wait for the Tao to be empty? The strong ones are all gone, and only a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled are left. Do you dare to argue with me?"
In an instant, in front of him, 36 layers of heaven fell, hell collapsed, the Sea of Origin dried up, gods and demons disappeared, and the Tao rhyme turned to ashes and fell towards Wang Xuan.
Those are the important places of the No. 1 supernatural source, which were manifested by Li Dao, with an overbearing posture as if he wanted to extinguish all laws and destroy the supernatural source.
Wang Xuan shook his head, picked up a piece of paper from the pile of scriptures, recited the scriptures, and threw the paper. With a swish sound, it seemed to carry the ordinary wonders of the world. All kinds of human life were common scenes.
However, its victory lies in its reality. The common people, all races and species, and the life planets from all over the universe, full of the smell of human life, all turn into flames and burn, destroying the kingly way and cutting off the holy temple. The so-called Holy Emperor is like a small boat in the waves, and will be overturned.
All around Li Dao, those wonders were dimming and extinguishing, and the magnificent altar under his feet was cut off piece by piece by the mundane world of human beings.
"Your foundation is unstable. Even the saints are decaying." Wang Xuan said.
Li Dao shook his body, and countless fragments of the avenue and the rules of the sky intertwined together to form a holy temple and shrine hanging high above the world, suppressing the situation together.
However, the mundane atmosphere of the world below became more and more terrifying, and finally swept across all the worlds.
"Thank you for borrowing the karmic fire of the mortal world to refine my future body as an immortal saint emperor." Li Dao said, and behind him, an immortal treasure furnace appeared.
He began to absorb the endless fireworks of the world with his treasure furnace.
Wang Xuan recognized at a glance that this was the magic furnace that he had stolen and used to make tea. It was made of dozens of prohibited main materials and was indeed outstanding.
He smiled and chanted the mantra, and suddenly, above the wonders of the mortal world, a teapot appeared and hung above the stove.
"Acting on impulse and using your own weakness to attack the enemy's strength?" The aliens from the No. 3 Extraordinary Source all showed indifferent expressions, thinking that Wang Xuan was courting death.
However, what surprised them was that Li Dao, who was discussing the Dao in the middle of the discussion, had a serious expression on his face. Then, his face turned blue and red, as if he was angry.
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