The extraordinary is fading away, the mythical soul has left the body, and officially left the old universe!
Hundreds of millions of tribes compete to cross the river, it is a magnificent scene, this kind of epic scale can only be seen once in an era.
It is inevitable that some people will fall behind, unable to keep up with the distant mythological center, and will remain forever in this familiar universe.
There was blood and bones on the road, and there were many injured people. Accompanied by crying, they looked into the sky, their faces pale and full of despair.
Wang Xuan was overwhelmed with emotions after seeing this scene. He had experienced the end of the mythology and had the most say. Different universes have their own tragedies.
Back then, in the mother universe, the immortals had no way out.
Now, all the extraordinary beings in the mythical central universe are fighting to cross, even though blood and chaos have broken out.
But at least many people have set out on the journey, and the extraordinary people left behind in the temple will gradually decay and become ordinary, just as Wang Xuan had seen and experienced in the past. Birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable.
Wang Xuan once saw off a generation of people, and he still finds it hard to forget it and never wants to experience such separation of life and death again.
He took one last look, then rushed into the distance, resolutely leaving this vast universe.
Even after he rushed far away, he could still hear the cries and shouts of some extraordinary people, as well as some people going crazy.
"Why? This era has ended in less than two thousand years. What I cursed to last forever is not brilliant and will eventually decay!"
After hearing this, Wang Xuan also wondered why this era in the village was so short?
Looking back into the past, during the Age of Gods and the Dynasty of Behemoths, the longest era of the True Saint Era alone was an astonishing 1.05 million years.
The shortest era is more than 5,000 years, but it is too short in this era.
"Boom!" The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Lorraine followed the venue and moved during the process, chasing the extraordinary center.
Wang Xuan's face turned green. In the mythical tide of Dao rhyme and supernatural factors mixed together, a group of supreme spirits had no time to catch up at the end. The atmosphere was tense and a conflict broke out.
At the end of each era, there would be saint deaths, followed by great battles between supreme beings. However, the migration process in this era was relatively peaceful.
The old wolf said, "I speak from the bottom of my heart, but you humiliate me like this." Huang Shang, the great god with a fairy-like appearance, looked like an angry old god.
They are shifting along with the Myth Center, but are lagging behind.
"Just a yellow-skinned man, like an ant." The supreme being in the sky spoke coldly and slapped him down.
"Huang Shangdai is really a man of few words. He directly confronted him head-on and fired a chaotic thunder at the enemy. The lightning was huge and dense, piercing through the sky and the ground."
The two big hands were indeed very powerful. They didn't care at all. They were even more powerful than the True Saint Tribulation, and they were destroyed by endless thunder.
Huang Shang had white hair and a childlike face. Although he was angry, he looked more and more like an immortal. The next moment, he shot out 180,000 lightning bolts, each of which was even more violent.
Moreover, he loosened the cloth bag, and out flew out the copper furnace, silver tripod, treasure vase and other utensils, which also carried the terrifying lightning and were sacrificed.
“How dare the light of a firefly compete with the bright sun?” The owner of the big hand reached down and grabbed it.
The Kacha copper furnace, silver tripod, treasure vase and other utensils all cracked and then exploded, unable to withstand his supreme holy power.
However, this time it was different. The broken objects were still bursting with thunder, but this lightning was boiling with the extraordinary factor of light, which covered the big hand and spread to the arm, trying to cover the whole body.
“You are not worthy of using such a shabby holy method that causes no pain or oxygen!” This supreme being looked down upon Huang Shang, but now he suddenly screamed.
He simply couldn't bear it, the thunder and light fog made him dizzy and he had an urge to faint. This was thunder with a smell, it did not act on the body at all but directly targeted the soul. That special smell was the greatest blasphemy to a true saint who was untainted by the dust and hung high above the world.
"Weasel!" The figure in the sky was furious. "Take another hit from me." Huang Shang said calmly, urging the bag to release dozens of treasures including various vases and gourds.
In an instant, the big hand surpassed the speed of light and shrank back. I really didn't dare to touch it. This thing
Even the true saints couldn't stand the smell of the child.
In an instant, he purified himself, but the strong smell lingered, causing the supreme beings around him to stay away, obviously disgusted.
The two female saints in particular showed undisguised disgust.
"Ah!" With a loud roar, the supreme creature revealed his true identity. He was really furious and couldn't bear it. He was actually a huge golden lion.
His name is Mirage Lion and he comes from the Age of Giant Beasts. He was tossed around by a yellow-skinned creature and his body was staggering. He let out a lion's roar to induce vomiting and purify his entire body.
"You are looking for death." The Mirage Lion banished all the bottles and jars into the void and bombarded Huang Shang again.
The other party directly pointed at him with the mouth of the cloth bag and said jokingly: "I still have a bag of aged wine, which has been accumulated for several epochs. After a long period of accumulation and fermentation, the quality has been greatly improved. Please taste it."
Originally there were a small group of supreme creatures in the sky, but they all ran away, not because they couldn't defeat the old weasel, but because they were afraid of being contaminated by bad luck.
The strongest people at this level are all holy and flawless. No one wants to be overwhelmed by that "old bag of sourness". They really can't stand that kind of filth.
Even so, the mirage lion was very strong and its roar was deafening, but in the end it just ran away.
However, this is Lao Huang’s signature skill, which allows him to lock onto his prey, manifest himself directly on the target, and attack its spirit.
Therefore, this bag of forbidden thunder all hit the back of the Mirage Lion. As powerful as he was, he didn't even dodge it even when he rushed to the end of the deep space.
"I..., roar!" His body was extremely strong, with thick lion mane, and he looked extremely powerful, but he staggered and was knocked down by an old weasel that was a mortal beast that had become a saint.
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