“No wonder you dare to go crazy and act so recklessly, and there’s an old guy to clean up your mess.” Wang Xuan wiped him out.
In an instant, the huge figure in the fog disappeared from the starry sky.
Where Wang Xuan's real body was, there was a thick fog. He instantly went away and headed straight for the strange man and came to a mythical planet.
On that day, people felt a slight earthquake, but it was actually a slight tremor in the void. Wang Xuan forcefully brought this strange man to the sea of stars.
The middle-aged man Zhuo Han said, "Daoyou, we are both extraordinary people. It is not easy for us to cultivate to this level, especially in this era. Why do we need to kill again? We are all fighting for salvation."
Wang Xuan nodded and said, "That's true. However, if you leave your disciple alone and I kill him, I won't feel at ease if I don't come to see you."
At the level of an alien, his spiritual perception is naturally extremely sharp. Zhuo Han realized that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, so he took the initiative to attack, and his strength as an alien at the 5th level was undoubtedly revealed.
However, his magic automatically slid away when it landed on the opponent, and the young man was just like the legendary body that was invulnerable to all kinds of attacks.
“You are only two levels higher than me, you can’t do it.” Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent’s dazzling fist that was coming at him at high speed. The terrifying blow that could have blown up the sea of stars dimmed in an instant.
Zhuo Han's fist was covered, the Yu Dao rune went out, and then blood exploded, followed by his arm exploding, and then half of his body disintegrated.
What kind of monster did he encounter?
"It turns out that you have some disciples, but they are not very good. Like Fu Hai, they have given up on themselves, partying in the apocalypse, and numb themselves. However, you did not disappoint me after all." Wang Xuan got the coordinates of the other side from Zhuo Han.
The place on the other side is very mysterious. It is surrounded by darkness and eternal silence all year round, but it has strong radiation. In the past, there were an old God Lord and an old Beast King who, when they had no way out, ran there to receive strong radiation in order to mutate themselves.
Whether he goes or not, this is extremely valuable information for Wang Xuan.
Ordinary people naturally cannot penetrate that unimaginable area of eternal silence, which is dark all the time and is larger than the imagination of extraordinary people, but Wang Xuan feels that he may be able to cross it.
On that day, the other disciples of the strange man Zhuohan were also destroyed.
"Alas, back when I was in the old land of the mother universe, I couldn't bear to kill the people who attacked me. I just wanted to send them to prison. Now I raise my hand to kill super peerless and aliens without even frowning. Have I become cold-blooded?"
Wang Xuan shook his head. After entering the supernatural world for more than 1,500 years, everything has changed and he can never go back to the past.
Next, he officially began to collect the immortal heritage left over from the entire era of the Extraordinary Central World. Many textures appeared on the withered yellow paper, and occasionally even scriptures flashed directly.
Wang Xuan discovered that paper was indeed magical. Even if it stood still, it would actively condense Taoist patterns and absorb the true charm left over from the old times.
He cooperated with the paper to take the initiative, and followed it wherever it flew. When necessary, he isolated and imprisoned it with fog, because the paper almost escaped several times.
Soon, he entered the "dark side" of a mythical planet and left the real world. This was the fairyland, but it had long been extinguished. It was dark, cold, and empty, like a ghost town.
The Dao-carrying paper was like a fish in water here, especially as it went deeper, it was illuminated by a cluster of fire, and then the virtual images of a vast amount of scriptures were like fireflies flying in, covering the sky and drowning the paper. It stopped struggling and no longer escaped, emitting endless brilliance, carrying the passing era, and embodying all kinds of wonderful methods and scriptures that had appeared in this world.
Wang Xuan sat cross-legged, using the fog as a guard to prevent it from suddenly breaking through the air and flying away. Looking at the increasingly brighter flames, he pondered deeply.
The withered yellow paper is immortal. In the flames of the vast amount of scriptures, it extracts the essence, absorbs the rhyme of Tao, and presents various mysterious symbols, giving a sense of unity and the simplicity of the great way.
"You have survived many eras and are immortal. Each era opens a new page, and just one page embodies the essence of an entire extraordinary cosmic civilization. When did you originate and where did you come from?"
In the firelight of the avenue, Wang Xuan's expression flickered as he stared at the paper. His full range of 6-broken perception was stretched to the limit as he explored and traced the past of this page of paper.
Unfortunately, the thick fog cuts off the ancient times and makes it inaccessible.
"Why does it seem less and less like a real object the more I observe it?" He stared at the papers floating in the firelight.
Then, he took out the flower of vision behind the life soil, this time not materializing it, but pulling it out in reality. It was still so bright and brilliant, with the meaning of eternal immortality. It was rooted beside the fire formed by countless phantoms of scriptures, swaying here, sacred and flawless, with countless rains of light, as if it had aroused some kind of resonance, and the rhyme of Tao and the light of the scriptures also began to revolve around it.
6 The mist was broken, and ripples appeared on the deeper lakes and boats. Even the light sources in the deepest parts became brighter than ever before, as if illuminating a tangible road leading to the unknown.
Wang Xuan looked at the characters on the paper one by one, and also at the fireworks of scriptures that were like fireflies and stars in the sky. He felt an unprecedented peace.
Unconsciously, in this peculiar state of clarity, he had found himself sitting at the rear end of the boat, though his knees and below were still in the water.
He sat quietly, the flower of vision swaying not far away, which could not confuse his mind, and sent waves of fragrance that calmed his soul, and drops of light rain.
Wang Xuan raised his hand naturally. For a moment, the teapot with white mist coming out of the coffee table in front of the boat flew up and poured tea into an empty cup.
He calmly reached out his hand to receive it. Everything was so natural, peaceful, and harmonious. The small teacup, only two inches high, was simple and quaint. It floated over and landed in his right hand. The tea fragrance inside and the texture of the bottom of the cup, like the universe and the sea of stars, rotated and lingered together, like an extraordinary central world, condensed in a cup of tea.
Wang Xuan's eyes were clear as he held the cup and drank tea. The moment he took a sip, everything about himself and the world became different.
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