In the Moon Palace Dojo, many people were moved. How could a true immortal dare to perform such a great scroll? He was really too bold.
That is the birth and death of myths, the extraordinary changes!
Every time the extraordinary center changes, even the supreme beings bleed, and terrible holy deaths occur.
Some topics are so scary that people turn pale and become taboo, but he is actually evolving.
Wu Lindao's heart was lifted up, but fortunately, he did not imagine the scene of the True Saint's demise, otherwise he would be terrified and probably could not bear it.
However, the concept of this picture is too lofty. Is it possible for a true immortal like him to control it?
The extraordinary waves hit the sky, century after century, and those extraordinary people who crossed the sea were all heroes of the universe, but they all withered like fallen flowers, died, and turned into Tao in the sea of light.
There are also precious treasures that sink and are thrown into the vortex, never to be seen again.
Ren Ran, Jing Zhongyue, and Mu Wuya's bodies were crackling. They were suppressed and could not struggle out of the grand Dao Yun scroll. Not to mention fighting back, they couldn't even escape.
Boom!
The waves are crystal clear, like lightning shooting straight into the sky, the roaring waves crash towards the new universe, and the heroes from the outer universe who are struggling in the sea are reduced to ashes!
Renran, Jingzhongyue and Muwuya just stood up, but their bodies were suppressed and trembling again, and their spines were about to break.
Wang Xuan's form and spirit were both wonderful, and he was immersed in it.
Now, he wasn't targeting any three people.
This is related to the True Saint of Kujiling. He was suppressed for 32 years, between life and death, and was squeezed to the limit. He meditated on the scriptures to the point of vomiting, and accumulated too many insights.
The three people did not cause him any pressure, but were just a "trigger" to bring out the "spirit" and "perception" that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.
Although the old zombie from the outer world almost killed him, it also "whipped" him and made him practice hard for decades.
The tribulation of life and death made him diligent, and the blood of rules entangled him, making him feel like he was being chased and bitten by a mechanical dog. He had to run every day, madly understanding the truth and the law. Now, after years of accumulation, he wanted to vent.
Ren Ran used the secret method of time to support himself, trying to escape from the range of the Dao Rhythm Diagram.
Jing Zhongyue also felt a rare sense of humiliation. This was a joint attack by the three true saint disciples, but now he had to bend down, and his head was suppressed by the Great World Map and he couldn't lift it up. The flames of the extraordinary civilization he had mobilized were about to be extinguished.
Mu Wuya practiced the "Wanjie Sutra", but even his so-called immortal body could not resist it. He either bent his waist and lowered his head, or his body collapsed.
With a loud bang, the waves receded, like lightning tearing through the dark and boundless universe. In the subsequent silence, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky, freezing the myth and the human soul.
Renran screamed, and the time magic was broken and she could do nothing. She seemed to have come to the extraordinary end of the world as described by the ancients. The myths were corrupted and her magic was ineffective.
With a thud, she could not stand and fell to the ground. She tried her best to raise her head, but it was a futile struggle.
The fire of the extraordinary civilization performed by Jing Zhongyue went out, and he fell down. He wanted to get up and tried again and again.
Mu Wuya's body is tough, and after practicing the sect's true sacred skills to the extreme, he can become immortal. After he fell down, he used all his strength to kneel on one knee on the ground, trying to stand up again.
Wang Xuan was expressing the Tao rhythm in his heart, and it was almost enough after reaching this step, because he had no more pressure. He only vented and splashed ink to this point.
There was silence between heaven and earth. Renran, Jingzhongyue and Muwuya took this opportunity to stand up.
Wang Xuan's body shook for the last time, and he looked at the painting with endless Taoist charm and sighed softly. These were his real experiences with his old friend, and he was inspired by them.
This time, the initial performance ended here, but the final aftertaste was even longer because of the expression of his true emotions and that sigh.
In that scene, the universe was pitch black, the falling snowflakes were all black, the whole world fell into a severe winter, all things withered, and darkness shrouded the countryside.
Ren Ran, Jing Zhongyue and Mu Wuya were about to stand up, but they were shocked by the dark winter in the realm of extreme mythological decay. They were frozen, as if everything was decayed, even the law of time no longer existed. They were suppressed and knelt on one knee, their bodies stiff and unable to move.
That dark and extraordinary winter seemed to have completely frozen their extraordinary bodies and souls.
As for what happened later, Wang Xuan really couldn’t evolve any further. He had not experienced it, not that kind of unforgettable experience. After a moment of silence, he came back to his senses.
"You all knelt down. Are you admitting defeat and surrendering? Did you call me Master? Sorry, I was so engrossed in the conversation that I didn't hear you."
Wang Xuan looked at the three of them with a surprised look.
Such words and such looks made the three of them so angry that their chests seemed to be burning. This was really unbearable.
"Call you Nuliang!" As a beautiful and cool woman, Renran wanted to respond to him like this.
"Call you father!" Jing Zhongyue also wanted to curse like this, but he realized in an instant that even if he cursed inwardly, he would still suffer a great loss.
There is no doubt that the battle is over. The three men were suppressed in an undignified manner and pinned to the ground, some kneeling on one knee or touching the ground with their heads, just like wild beasts expressing their submission to the king of beasts who has arrived.
“I have to say, you are really weak. The power of three ruins is not as good as one true one.” Wang Xuan looked down at them. Should he kill them?
In fact, not far away, Wu Lindao was surprised and regretful when he saw Wang Xuan's performance. This was a good seedling. He had seen grass vines and hourglass in his soul, but it was a pity that he missed it!
A young man with the potential to be a true saint!
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