"It has been 235 years since I last broke through the barrier. This is the longest time I have ever taken." Wang Xuan said to himself. This was the longest time he had ever taken to break through the barrier, surpassing all the previous times. He stood in the depths of hell, looking at the dead cities.
All Wanderers are in a state of decay, their consciousness has been completely erased, and they have undergone a rigorous myth formatting, with no exceptions.
"My dear city lords, old friends came to visit, but no one came out to reminisce about the past. It's sad and lamentable. There is no one to talk about the sadness."
It is so sad and desolate that there is no place to express it. Wang Xuan walked on the earth and passed by many huge cities. No matter how famous their names were, such as Tianzun and Dihuang, they had all said goodbye to the last era forever, and the city lords from all places had returned to a state of rotting corpses.
In fact, almost all the city lords he knew had been sent to the Twilight Wonder. If those who escaped saw him and were still conscious, they would probably either flee or fight to the death.
"It's been a long time since I saw towering mountains and dense jungles." Wang Xuan said to himself, "Not to mention the sunset over the Chang River."
The ice and snow scene, the mythical tide, and the real universe were all gone. He looked at the lush forests and felt particularly at home.
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and prepared to endure the tribulation in the depths of hell.
His top bone began to glow, so dazzling that it overwhelmed the sky illuminated by the red sun of hell, and the nearby huge city, the majestic mountains, and the magnificent Chang River were all stained with a layer of sacred light. In his flesh and blood, densely packed Dao patterns swam, like little dragons vying to be the first, swimming towards the Yu Dao Source Pool on his head and exploring deep into his bones.
All of those and the internal organs resonated with each other, and the Yu Dao runes everywhere were like Kunpeng spreading its wings and leaping up, pouncing on the top bone of the Yu Dao source pool. With a loud bang, the top bone was filled with hundreds of rivers and seas, and a huge amount of textures belonging to him were like the turning of a page in the heavenly book, and the great Dao roared continuously, penetrating the bones and sinking into the soul.
The transformation of the soul into a master is a symbolic manifestation of entering the realm of extraordinary people. It is a qualitative change. Wang Xuan's spiritual realm expands, interpreting the real past. In the brightly lit city, he sees Zhao Qinghan, Qin Cheng, Zhou Kun, Su Chan, Kong Yi and a group of familiar classmates.
It seemed as if it was just yesterday, when he began his practice. The fairyland was ethereal, with white clouds lingering as the curtain of the Mother Universe darkened. He was walking alone on the road, with all the birth and death of the universe passing through him. All the past events had become smoke.
There is only one imperial road paved ahead.
Wang Xuan's soul strode powerfully across the layers of wonders in this boundless spiritual realm, with some traces of weathering and marks of imperial power on his body.
Boom! A huge thunderbolt descended from the sky, which was about to drill through the end of the entire hell and completely destroy it. The chaotic lightning accompanied by the order runes densely penetrated the sky and the earth. After Wang Xuan officially stepped into the realm of the Imperial Dao, various auspicious signs followed. This was an auspicious sign of the manifestation of heaven and earth.
For example, the purple air was so vast and endless that it completely submerged the place where he was crossing. Regarding leading people to disaster, there are various interpretations in ancient books that this wonder is invaluable.
Wang Xuan opened his mouth and swallowed them all. Since the material of good fortune had descended upon him, there was no way he could escape. He accepted it all with a smile.
The heaven and earth seemed to have not recovered from their shock. All the auspicious signs and omens disappeared just after they appeared. It was not as if all of them were given to the one who survived the tribulation. They all disappeared. Then, endless crimson light came down like a dragon, covering the sky and earth and greeting Wang Xuan. It even turned into blood-red arrow feathers and pierced through the hell, shooting endlessly and fiercely.
This was not a calamity from heaven, but auspicious signs suddenly turned into disastrous ones, as if it was a punishment for him.
Wang Xuan's 6 domains were broken, and brilliant imperial light rose from his body. First it was 9 layers, then 6 more terrifying layers began to stack up, and then 15 layers of protective divine light blocked all the bloody knives, crimson arrow feathers, etc.
No killing energy could invade. Then, he simply used his power to guide the condensed blood light, and smelted the killing runes towards his fists, feet, and body surface to become a part of his own body protection and attacking light.
The void in hell was in violent turmoil, and the faint aura of blood and calamity began to collapse, trying to dissipate and escape.
"Take it here." Wang Xuan came down and bit the endless light fog. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed the rolling red cloud. The wonders outside the body were even more locked and trapped back in the pond.
The mysterious mechanism operating in hell seemed to be a little distracted, and then another strange phenomenon that was supposed to descend, endless holy flowers, slowly and reluctantly fell down.
At the same time, a large area of black light seemed to cover the sky with bad luck. Although the falling darkness was a good sign, it was also accompanied by his vision of punishment.
Wang Xuan refined the brilliant holy flowers in the void. Now that he was here, he had to intercept them all. Don’t even think about leaving.
He tried the black light and found that it was not a good thing. It foreshadowed disaster, malignant change, etc. It no longer washed and absorbed the body like before.
This is what Lu Po, Wei Luo, Qing Niu and others have high-level alien bodies. If I don't improve, how can I be their leader?
Wang Xuanzhuo has accumulated a certain level of Taoism and can have a good chat with their high-level alien bodies and get closer to them. It is definitely not possible now.
After all, those are old monsters that came out of the Jedi, and the top Inhuman clones are all preparing to become saints again.
Soon his face changed and he began to concentrate, because the heavenly calamity that led to people was extremely terrifying, and for many people it was equivalent to death.
"It really looks like it wants to kill me." The mythological interpretation was actually interpreting the rules and magic during that day's calamity.
The heavenly calamity transformed into a sword wheel and smashed down, as if it was going to fight with him and completely destroy him.
"I have read many scriptures, from the Age of Gods to the Dynasty of Giant Beasts to the years ruled by the saints. Can you, my God, fight me in a different way?" Wang Xuan said to himself. He really wanted to try it out to see if the heavenly tribulation could reveal the magic of the scriptures.
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