Beyond Deep Space

Everything indicates that this is the last era of the extraordinary.

"If the big black umbrella is gone, will the Yin six realms recover early and shine the glory of the last life? Is it a flash in the pan, extremely short-lived, or a long-lasting, final struggle?" Wang Xuan doesn't know either. Unclear, completely submerged in fog.

He took out the skull lamp. In this era, it is still covered with light mist. If you look back, you can see the vague phantom, which has not disappeared, which indicates that the opponent is very strong, and this is still separated from the real world.

"Speaking of which, it's a pity. I swept away the five true kings, including Yewang and Lianhuang. In the end, they all died in the skull lamp. It seemed that there was no karmic resentment to entangle me. In the end, I still didn't experience that feeling. Did it fall on the head of 'prison'?" Wang Xuan said to himself.

He looked at the phantom in the depths of the mist behind the skull lamp, which seemed to be much dimmer than before, and was about to be broken.

"I want to try it myself, who used you to carry it? It's troublesome!" Wang Xuan threw the skull lamp aside.

Now that he has become a disaster lord, he probably won't be able to experience it even if he tries.

Two years later, many extraordinary people fell into mythical hibernation, and the world was covered with black snow.

"Ju, come here." Wang Xuan shouted to the real king under the No. 1 source.

The giant appeared immediately, with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'll introduce you to a brother." Wang Xuan took out the stone lamp, and first released the "Nuan Nan" from Guizhen's ancient vessel, followed by Xiao Jinren, Gou Sheng, Bai Li, Huo, and "Chong" back to the source of No. 6 up.

Then, he took action himself, and captured the "mad king". He was also a giant with a huge and boundless body, standing upright, and the stars were not as good as dust in front of him.

"Hiss, this is part of my real body that I lost back then!" The giant real king under the No. 1 source exclaimed, and then he was extremely happy.

"Take him away." Wang Xuan waved his hand. As for the other six-breaking powers, Xiaojinren, Gousheng, etc., feel free to go where they want.

"Thank you, True King." Bai Li, Huo, Nuan Nan and others immediately saluted.

"It's time to call the disaster lord." The giant reminded him there, holding his sealed body - the mad king.

"What? The legend shines into the world, and even this kind of creature has appeared?!" Several people felt extremely shocked!

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In the Age of Eternal Silence, Wang Xuan was refining weapons. He fused the wild king's spear and the fragments of Yu's golden bow into the stone tripod.

It's not for himself, he doesn't need it anymore, he is trying to improve the quality of Shi Ding, and in the end it will be handed over to Ma, Wu, the first Beast Emperor and others.

The so-called tripod may be a rescue capsule at a critical moment.

In the future, what he wants to do, just like what he told Zhao Qinghan, is to go to the place of returning to the truth alone with a sword, and one person is enough.

He had a premonition that there was a big problem in the land of returning to the true world, and it would be difficult for the real king to survive if he entered, and even the disaster lord would wither and stain the secret land with blood.

At the very least, it will be difficult for him to be kind to some disaster victims.

"In addition to the prison, there is another disaster lord—Breaking Calamity." He said to himself, this time through the intervention of the five true kings, there are two disaster lords.

Yu, who is dressed in a golden battle suit, has the smelted remnants of natural disasters with the attribute of destruction, invincible, and behind her is suspected to be the disaster lord—Po Jie.

"When that day comes, let me see what the Land of Guizhen looks like. All the disaster lords want to take that step, who can rise? It's the last chance. If those disaster lords fail, will they go crazy?"

In the process of Wang Xuan's enlightenment and crafting, in the next hundred years, there were 15 more origins, a very subtle number.

This moved him, he didn't know the origin of the source at all, it was hard to tell what age the ancient land was, and there were still abnormalities left!

The 15 sources, some are a little ashes, some are broken cosmic vortexes, and generally speaking, they have all been destroyed long ago.

Moreover, among these origins, there are only eight true kings, and seven of them are fragmented origins, and the creatures have long been extinct.

"This is the source that left little traces, and it can still come. And how many of the supernatural source realms that have completely dissipated and nothing is left? It is impossible to tell." Wang Xuan said to himself, briefly lost in thought, thinking about his fate Those mythical things behind the earth.

When the eight new true kings learned that there was a disaster lord here, they all petrified, and finally came to 36 Chongtian to visit Wang Xuan one after another.

Wang Xuan took this opportunity to watch more remnants of natural disasters.At the same time, he also learned from these true kings that the shortest duration of their source was more than hundreds of centuries.

There are 36 source lands in the Mythological Great Unification Territory, all of which are covered by heavy snow.

After 300 years, Wang Xuan realized that there will be no source of appearance anymore, and everything else should be completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

When the myth was frozen for 500 years, Wang Xuan left behind an avatar, left the mythical realm by himself, and marched into the unknown deep space.

Based on the known information, he wanted to travel through all the old universes abandoned by the extraordinary source, learn the rhyme of the Tao, and collect scriptures.

It's like when the black snow fell in the last century, he was alone on the road.

"In the era that just ended, it has been more than 6000 years, and the tortoise still hasn't caught up." On the way, Wang Xuan thought of the strange tortoise he met in the past.

It is strange not only because it is alive in the decadent age like a strange person, but also because it is so strange that it overslept every time and missed the last extraordinary migration.

"Maybe it's because the journey is too far this time, and it can't catch up with all its strength." After thinking of this, Wang Xuan used his calamity-level ability, and the causal fate line extended. Finally, he saw the big turtle lying on the ground. Fell asleep on the way.

Wang Xuan's right fingertips dropped out of the "fishing line", and then hooked the turtle, swung it violently, and sent him into the No. 1 source.

This is the strength of the disaster master level, across the vast ocean of the universe, he can do it directly. If it was before, he didn't know how many years it would take him to travel.

"Who...who?!" The old turtle woke up startled, stuttering, who is fishing for turtles at the end of the deep space?

With a bang, it hit the alien sea that was migrating with the extraordinary source, and the big waves submerged a special island.

"Turtle, you're finally here!" The island revived. It was a stone turtle. When it saw the old turtle, it didn't say a word, it was more agile than a tiger and leopard.

"I made you late, I overslept every time, I beat you to death!"

The old tortoise's slough, the stone tortoise, has been psychic, and it has not dissipated until now. In the era of eternal silence with heavy snow, it fought with the main body.

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In this special era, Wang Xuan traveled all over the abandoned lands of the six former sources of the Yin six lands. Now he does not need to use the paper of the Tao. When he passes by, countless papers will appear, and the scriptures will fill the sky.In the central universe of the previous era, Taoism was transpiring, and taboos appeared.

This time on a long trip, because his strength and Taoism far surpassed that of the previous century, his speed also surpassed the standard by a large margin!

Although all kinds of scriptures are far away from the realm of the disaster master, those ideas and the direction of those wonderful methods can enlighten him.

The boat in the mist, accompanied by a large amount of scripture paper, sailed into the distance, and he was going to the Yangjiu realm.In the last century, he had explored some of them, but he hadn't gained much, and he couldn't even manifest the true meaning of the immortal scriptures.Now he is the disaster lord, ready to try again.

Before he had completely driven out of Yinliu, when he looked up, a large black umbrella fell down and turned into a large area of ​​ashes.

"The edge of the big umbrella can no longer bear it."

With a sound of swiping, Wang Xuan disappeared and went to the top of the big umbrella, approaching the core of the entire Umbrella of Eternal Silence. He wanted to find out its essence and confirm part of the speculation in his heart.

As the disaster lord, he didn't fail this time.

"Born from nothingness, spread from endless time and space, and manifested, its essence is... a special super natural disaster!"

Wang Xuan stared, and the spiritual eyes of the disaster master saw the essence.

Tracing back to the Umbrella of Eternal Silence, at the end of it, there is a slight gap in the back, and an inexplicable substance is passed through, and finally manifested as this umbrella.

"Sure enough, there is a big problem in the real land, even this super natural disaster spectacle is decaying!"

Natural disasters are radiated from the only "Tao", a phantom belonging to the Tao, and a priceless real substance.

"Could it be that there are creatures breaking through the level and swallowing the Tao, or is everything just the opposite, or are there unfathomable and bad events happening?"

Wang Xuan stopped here for a long time, thinking for a long time.

Afterwards, he traveled all over the world of Yangjiu. As a disaster lord, he was really different from the past.He manifested scriptures all over the sky, one after another, hanging in the decayed sky, and the old land, which had only had extraordinary manifestations for many years, began to have a grand sound of chanting scriptures.

In the end, Wang Xuan traveled all over the remnants corresponding to the source of 36, and the harvest was huge!

He traveled alone in a small boat in the mist, haunted the end of the universe ocean, comprehended various methods, and even found other sources of annihilation.

Thousands of years have passed, and more and more scriptures are floating beside him. He is enlightening the Tao and studying the forbidden law every day, and the Taoism is growing slowly.

In the Eternal Silence period, time is the cheapest, and Wang Xuan retreats all the year round. He didn't calculate it carefully. If he roughly measures it with the soul, it is estimated that tens of thousands of years will pass.

"Is the disaster lord the limit of this world?" During this period, Wang Xuan tried various ways to break through, but the effect was not obvious.

Tens of thousands of years of hard work have allowed him to raise his Taoism to the late stage of the disaster lord. He has analyzed the Great Umbrella of Eternal Silence and penetrated into the world after the life soil, but it is difficult to help him.

When the myth was frozen for about 15 years, Wang Xuan woke up from the deepest retreat.Tens of thousands of years ago, he had already reached the end of the disaster lord, and he could no longer improve.

At this level, his perception was stronger than imagined, and he felt it all, and set off on his way home.

In the world of Yin Liu, the big umbrella of eternal silence is falling down, black ashes are all over the sky, and it is completely decayed.

Boom!

Like a terrible and huge thunder, in the area that the big umbrella can cover, a dazzling light rises, tearing the entire eternal silence big umbrella, making it explode and dissipate completely.

"It's over. It's only 10,000+ years. The mythical frozen age will come to an end. Is the supernatural also over? Or will it be a flash in the pan, and after it shines, it will be completely extinguished?" Wang Xuan couldn't calm down. , this time was exceptionally short.

Chapter 1428

Above the overlapping cosmic sea, the endless black umbrella collapsed overnight, and the surface of the umbrella turned into a large area of ​​black ash, falling down with rustle.

This scene shocked the world!

Many people were awakened and raised their heads suddenly. Among the falling ashes, dazzling lightning runes were everywhere, splitting the end of the deep space.

Outside the endless universe, above all worlds, it seems that there is a vast and unpredictable extraordinary power that intensified the demise of the Umbrella of Eternal Silence, and a magnificent and boundless thunder flashed across, turning it into ashes in one blow.

The black and snow-covered Yin Liu Realm was disturbed by this breathtaking spectacle, and a large number of extraordinary people were awakened and ended their "hibernation".

The lightning rune tore open the big umbrella, as if splitting the heavens and worlds in one day, forcibly interrupting the Eternal Silence Era.

It disturbed everyone's dreams, and also hurt the souls of many creatures.

In the past, the end of the mythical freeze was gradual, and all the supernatural beings slowly recovered, just like the arrival of the Waking of Insects, the yang qi surged, the spring thunder moved, and everything started!

"Is this a natural disaster?" Some 6-breaking powers couldn't help but have this association.

Not to mention the true king, all of them frowned deeply, and this terrifying blow completely wiped out the umbrella of eternal silence.

Black ash fell on people's hair and clothes, and the six Yin realms were fully revived.

"What's the matter? I feel that it's not as long as the last century. Eternal silence is over? My head hurts a little. The damn lightning seemed to flash across my heart, hurting my spirit."

The 36 sources, from the real king to the ordinary transcendent, all looked up at the sky, and they all woke up from the stupor, and soon there was a lot of people talking.

Under the Yin Six Realm, the main root revived, and the huge roots intertwined and spread in the stratum, and then rushed into boundless good fortune.

For a moment, all the creatures felt that they had benefited a lot, and the slightly injured soul had been nourished, so there was no big problem.

At this special time node, quite a group of people have loosened their own realm barriers, and they will go to a higher level, and they will start to overcome the catastrophe.

"The old era ends, and the new era begins!" Someone shouted.

The young transcendents are very excited, because of the new beginning and the arrival of the new era, a large amount of good luck surges, and people with low strength seem to be receiving holy baptism, and they are prone to transformation.

The alien-level masters are all concerned, worried that this is the flashback, the extraordinary last madness.

"What's that?" The saints stared at the deep space, feeling uncomfortable, but Lu Po Da Neng's expression changed suddenly.

As for the true king, he has already come out from the source of the extraordinary, staring at the end of the lightning rune that defeated the eternal silence umbrella, feeling an unspeakable depression.

"The six realms of Yin are unified, and when the good fortune boils, the real land will approach and reappear. Is it... coming?" The voices of some real kings are unnatural.

"Perhaps, it's not the time yet. This is just the beginning of a new era. Mythology will unify all things in the land and everything will be revived. Now it's the normal tidal surge of good fortune." Insect-shaped true king Heitian said.

Soon, its face was solemn, and a new change appeared at the end of the lightning rune, with an unparalleled sense of oppression approaching.

Outside the boundary of Yin Liu, at the end of the misty void, tiny cracks appear, and infinite light flows, as if there are far more than 36 sources

Headland is slowly approaching.

It was devouring the natural gas, the speed was too fast, and the name world of the Yin six land project was swept up in a frenzy of extraordinary factors, like a dragon absorbing water, forming huge passages one after another.

"No!" Some true saints exclaimed.

Wang Pao rushed to the boundary of Yin Liu, and through the tiny cracks at the end of the Thunder Text, he discovered the hazy scene over there, with a large area of ​​shadows approaching, and dazzling bright text intertwined.

"Sure enough, whether it is the Umbrella of Eternal Silence or the Mysterious Talisman

Wen, are super natural disasters. "He murmured to himself, and started to cut off those dragon-like water-absorbing channels with a light swipe, and it stopped suddenly before the frenzy of the extraordinary factor reached its peak.

Above the world, at the end of the void, behind the lightning rune, there is an unpredictable will, and there is a majestic and terrifying figure in the text, and there is a large area of ​​shadows.

At this moment, the true kings have sensed, and in their spirits

A hazy scene appeared in the field, and it could be regarded as an indirect glimpse of part of the "horror silhouette" behind the tiny cracks.

There are several unbelievably huge beings looking down on the Yin six realms. Compared with them, the decaying universe is like dust.

That sense of oppression made even the real king feel uncomfortable, and his body tensed up.

"The land of truth...appeared, there are supreme existences over there, are they disaster lords one after another?" Lu Po Da Neng also felt it, and even the primordial spirit was trembling.

Then came the saints, the outline of that figure appeared in the light of their hearts, squeezing their hearts and sea worlds, their bodies and spirits trembled, and mysterious substances overflowed from their hearts.

Then there are ordinary creatures, all of them pale, and countless people directly slumped on the ground. They didn't see it directly, but the substances overflowing from the hearts of the saints, the shadows constructed, crossed their hearts.

Otherwise, in the real land, if those creatures in full bloom spread a little ripple through the tiny gaps, it is equivalent to destroying the world and killing all major ethnic groups.