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Yang, his whole body was cold, and the deepest part of his heart was emitting chills. He had an illusion that he was really buried under the frozen soil and was about to sink.
He fought hard and felt horrified at the same time. He was the real king! How could he let someone decide his life or death with just one word?!
A True King could deal with other extraordinary beings or even True Saints with his words, but it would be outrageous to deal with a True King in the same field.
"Wake up and open your eyes. You are content with the current situation lying on the frozen earth. This is the beginning of death! You believe in the false world, but are unwilling to return to the reality? Your so-called path to the truth is just a detour. The truth is in the frozen earth, waiting for you to accept the reality!"
Wang Xuan’s words turned into a special light, cleansing his body and his spirit, explaining the essence of the world.
In fact, when he decided the fate of the True King with his words, even he believed it.
Because, in this process, he resonates and resonates with the only Tao, and materializes the real scene.
In a sense, this is neither a curse nor a prophecy. Rather, it is the creation of all things and the annihilation of all worlds, and between the two, the realm of the strongest true king is constructed.
For example, now he really created frozen soil, even the True King couldn't see the falsehood, it was filled with special power! He knocked Yang down and would use this to destroy him.
Yang was completely horrified by this strange scene. He resisted fiercely many times, but here, he obeyed the other party and lay down under the frozen soil where no grass grew.
"Yang, what are you doing!?" Xu was shouting from behind, and he felt that this was out of line.
Wu was more experienced and shouted, "To make the spiritual realm boil and break free from that wonder, you must change the trajectory of your current destiny, otherwise, the false will become true."
He had also dabbled in similar fields. Earlier, when he was fighting with Wang Xuan, he had used the strongest weapon of the True King - the stone tripod, to write sacrificial texts and write the fate of Wang Xuan.
But he failed, and he almost suffered a backlash. The opponent broke free. The means Wang Xuan used now seemed to belong to the "real" sublimation of that field, and even the reality scene appeared. It seemed to be an established fact that could not be changed.
Yang, of course, fought back with all his might, but he seemed to be held hostage by fate. It became increasingly difficult for him to move, as cold dirt fell on him. Was he being buried alive?
He was shocked and angry! This way of dying was too aggrieved! He was a true king, how could he tolerate others burying him with casual "bad words"?
No matter how hard he struggled, the trajectory of his fate seemed to be suppressed and unable to change. His mind was clouded with dust and he tended to sink into confusion.
"What the hell is this curse?"! He couldn't escape from the special horror scene. As the frozen ground fell, he felt weaker and weaker, and felt that he was really going to die.
His True King Realm was being corroded, and the Supreme Rune was extinguishing.
Although he tried his best to resist, he was defeated by the opponent's means. He was pressed under the frozen ground, and was almost forced to close his eyelids.
Wu attacked, and with a loud shout, his spiritual realm expanded and turned into a huge halberd. He walked forward, trying to break through the scene in front of him and pull Yang back from the so-called reality.
Xu also took action. As his name suggests, he was just a faint shadow, but there seemed to be infinite treasures in his body, bursting out with dazzling light.
The True King Rune spread out like a vast ocean, sweeping forward.
Wang Xuan quickly changed direction to alter the trajectory of the True King. The kite flying in the frozen soil also shook violently and turned rapidly, and the two True King tails behind the kite also changed direction.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The stone tripod glowed and blocked behind Wang Yi. Facing the attacks of the two True Kings, the stone tripod absorbed the residual waves and made a roaring sound. It was indeed extraordinary and resisted the rune waves of the True Kings.
"How could I possibly die!" Yang took a deep breath and crawled out from the frozen soil. His face was pale, blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, and his eyebrows were cracked.
The light of his soul was boiling, trying to tear apart this horrible spectacle and break free.
It would naturally be quite difficult for Wang Xuan to kill the True King, as a being of this level is not easy to destroy.
Every method he used was pushed to the highest peak without any reservation.
"Is it so difficult to kill?!" He was exhausted and constructed the Return to Nature frozen soil. It looked like an ordinary thing, but in fact, the icy air in the soil was the trace of the Great Dao and each one was not simple.
Then he moved again, and offered the stone tripod to block behind him. Crystal clear sand flowed on his fingertips, and then he splashed it into the void to carve words.
"Yang, you must hold on!" Wu shouted from behind and attacked again. Because he saw that the words engraved by the mysterious True King were more terrifying than the sacrificial text he had written, and would cost the True King his life.
That is the true Taoist text. One stroke of the left and right arrows can create things. One horizontal and one vertical stroke seem to reshape yin and yang. When the characters are formed, they resonate with the extraordinary source.
All the characters are shining brightly, lingering around the true form of the Avenue, and these words are arranged with real grains of sand to construct the text, and each grain of sand is like a universe, with endless galaxies rotating inside.
Wang Xuan's writing of the supreme chapter in the realm of the True King seemed particularly terrifying, and the chapter in the void released the light of the immortal avenue.
There is no doubt that the upper limit of this true Taoist text is astonishing, and the fate text that transcends martial arts fell into the frozen soil.
"Ah" Yang's spiritual realm was being burned, and he couldn't help but roar, unable to withstand the impact.
Soon his boiling soul light dimmed, and his body was splattered with the blood of the True King who was suppressed by those words.
This Taoist text freezes the real frozen earth scene and also suppresses the trajectory of Yang's fate, making him lie flat on the bitter cold land again, unable to escape.
And the words in this chapter are all composed of sand particles, which makes it even more terrifying to become the carrier of the traces of the avenue.
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