Chapter 340? The scriptures are the firewood, and the civilization is the flame
This kind of interlacing time, meeting in a different way, traveling through time and space in the fire, wandering through the lost mythical world, communicating silently, and realizing silently, are of great benefit to Wang Xuan's practice.
Once, twice...
Ten times, twenty times...
He looked at the scenes of joys and sorrows, and the lives of others in the past world. He worried about them, sighed for them, and bid them farewell silently.
Those were all incomparable and earth-shattering creatures, but unfortunately, they fell in the past.
In front of the big universe, when the extraordinary is exhausted, no matter how strong an individual is, it is just a stream of light illuminating a starry sky, fleeting.
They are too humble in the endless darkness of the universe. Those people with amazing talents are eventually knocked down to earth, without exception, and die of old age, leaving endless regrets.
Wang Xuan was silent, and the firelight danced, illuminating his face and vaguely illuminating his bleak future. He was abandoned in the process of understanding time and was considered a useless "waste method".
"Useless methods, misleading people, wasted time, no matter what, burn them all!" The old voice echoed, and in the rough and aging hands, the last stack of scriptures was thrown into the firelight, two
The palms also fell into the fire and burned together.
It was a sign of extreme disappointment. I didn't want to talk about it anymore, I didn't want to struggle anymore, I simply burned it all on fire and let Chaofan completely sink into ashes.
"Woooo..."
Wang Xuan heard the cries. Someone sat cross-legged on the scriptures that fell in the fire, crying loudly. He was a peerless strong man who he had seen in the past. He could break the sky with one hand and penetrate the earth.
But now it's so out of control.
Why?
He stayed behind with the last few people and personally burned all the books of this extraordinary civilization!
After all, there was too much reluctance. This was their life's hard work, but they had to sacrifice it like this, lighting it and burying it themselves.
A white-haired man also cried and laughed. After coughing up blood, he lowered his head and looked at the paper stained with his real blood on the floor. He let out a low roar and exploded himself, engulfed in fire.
"It's almost burned. We can't hold on to the extraordinary eternal silence. Even if there is a latecomer, it's just another similar meteor that appears by chance. Goodbye." Another person disappeared.
"Don't forget, we still have to work hard. We use all the scriptures as firewood and a mythical civilization as flames to build a treasure boat. We don't know if we can cross it and get closer to reality..."
Under the fire, a lone boat emerged and leapt into the light of the fire. This was a treasure nourished by countless scriptures and forged from the accumulation of a mythical and Taoist civilization.
Inside, there is the true blood of all races, carrying their hopes, breaking through the fire, cutting through time and space, and then disappearing.
"Go ahead. If you succeed, don't look back. If it happens again, it proves that you have failed. We are falling. I wonder if our last efforts are just in vain, and we have let down the quiet and good years."
It was a kind of sustenance. With their hope, the treasure flying boat disappeared into the boundless dark end of the universe.
Wang Xuan was shocked, that was Xiaoyao Zhou? It had such an origin!
"I advise those who come after you not to let down the good times and struggle in nothingness, which is meaningless. Let's live peacefully in the ordinary world in the real world."
This is desolation and helplessness in despair. The most powerful person in mythology advises people to stay away from the transcendence of nothingness and never set foot in such a field again.
The fire dimmed and was about to go out. Only the last old man was left in front of the embers, his hands were burned. Finally, he looked back and looked at Wang Xuan and Xiao Baihu, who were approaching.
"Xuan Ling, die." His eyes showed the last glimmer of light, and he disintegrated, both body and soul were destroyed. However, the light in his eyes flew to strangle Wang Xuan and the round-faced girl.
This time, Wang Xuan felt something was wrong. Across time and space, he seemed to be in danger and felt that he would be killed.
The old man's eyes were like the last flicker of the fire of mythical civilization, it was so terrifying.
He waved the God-Slaying Flag without hesitation and escaped at high speed with the little white tiger.
boom!
The flag was scorched black and a corner was set on fire. This situation shocked Wang Xuan. This was something he had never seen before. The flag was actually burning?
Even in front of the crater close to the real place, the flag was hit by the gushing red light, and only scorch marks appeared. Here, people who are not in the same time and space after an unknown number of eras actually damaged Zhan Shen
flag.
After being blocked by the God-Slaying Flag, Wang Xuan and the round-faced girl quickly retreated, but they still exploded above the embers of fire on the avenue, turning into a rain of light.
This time, Wang Xuan felt as if he had been waiting for a long time. He was trapped in the darkness, unable to gather all his consciousness, and almost thought he was going to die.
Finally, his scattered consciousness gradually became clear, and his spiritual body condensed in the remaining firelight and reappeared.
The girl with a round face also formed a soul body from blur to clarity, and there was light and rain. She immediately screamed and was really frightened.
"It's not like the Demon Lord and I have never experienced this kind of fire, but why is it different this time? Who is this old man? It's so terrifying, it almost killed me!"
She ran back to her physical body with a whoosh, and was really frightened. She felt that she had really died just now, and was wiped out by someone's eyes in the chaotic time and space.
Wang Xuan's spiritual body stood in front of the fire and was lost in thought for a long time. If it were not for the God-killing Flag, he felt that he and Little White Tiger would really be obliterated!
This is a bit scary. Although they are not in the same dimension, time and space are intertwined, the last person left behind is actually so strong?
He quickly looked at the God-Slaying Flag. The burning corner was extinguished and part of it was damaged, but the golden lines were intertwined and it slowly recovered.
"Okay!" He grabbed the flag tightly.
Wang Xuan calmed down, and the old man finally said that he was an evil spirit. This was a bit surprising. Did the evil spirit really need to be redefined?
If this is the case, the astronauts he and Lao Zhang saw in the bar can be understood. It makes sense. They are creatures that are scattered in time and space, observing this mythical world?
However, the ancient-looking astronauts he found in the city where the Sun family was located were somewhat unexplainable.
Especially when he thought of the dead spirits, his head grew even bigger. In the vast ocean, there were densely packed animals with scarlet eyes, ranging from the size of a lantern to the size of a mountain. How many monsters were they?
If they are also caused by the confusion of time and space, then how many people must be observing him, all of them addicted to voyeurism? It’s almost like... they all have voyeuristic psychology.
He shook his head, that was definitely not the case. The form of the evil spirit was very complicated and was not just one situation.
With his kind of chaos in time and space, it is indeed worth pondering and vigilance to observe that the latecomers of the last mythical civilization are also considered to be evil spirits.
"Next time, I need to catch a few and study them!"
The fire is about to go out. It really emits energy material that is close to reality. The amount is not very large, but Wang Xuan feels it is very valuable. It is of great significance to find this kind of super material in the real world!
Soon, Wang Xuan discovered that the so-called real energy matter originating from the real world was somewhat inaccurate. It seemed that the scriptures of the mythical god were burned and dispersed.
The fire gradually extinguished. In the process, Wang Xuan's physical body and his spirit were slowly getting stronger. This was an alternative kind of practice.
He is expected to break through. If he keeps accumulating like this, he will be able to improve his realm in this world without entering the land of nothingness.
He is infinitely close to the seventh level!
With a flash of fire, the entire fire was extinguished, and a mythical civilization was completely dimmed, but the surrounding squares, buildings, ancient streets, etc. were still there.
At this time, the God-Slaying Flag was completely restored and intact as before. It had to be said that it was very magical. Wang Xuan stood up, holding the flag and rummaging through the ashes to see if there was anything left.
A golden bamboo slip was found among the ashes of other avenues.
"Let me help you!" The little white tiger ran over with a whoosh, very positive, with a fake smile on its fleshy round face, and quickly stretched out its paws.
As a result, she screamed in pain and backed away. There was still fire under the ashes. Even her body, which was as powerful as her, couldn't bear it and was almost roasted to death.
No need to think too much, this kind of fire is so special!
Fortunately, she didn't really penetrate into the remaining fire below, otherwise, Wang Xuan thought, she would turn into a round-faced white tiger with missing arms.
Under the fire, there was... something really left behind!
This made Wang Xuan's eyes suddenly light up. The fire was about to die. Is there still a supreme divine object or supreme scripture?
A faint white light flickered. It was a page of scripture, which he pulled out with the God-Slaying Flag. It was just this one page and nothing else, which made him both excited and a little regretful.
Why is there only one page left? It should be one.
Soon, the white light dissipated, leaving only an ordinary piece of paper, yellow and dull, with dense ghost symbols written on the front and back.
Wang Xuan looked at it again and again. It was really ordinary paper with a very ordinary material. It was a miracle that it could be preserved. If its material was extraordinary enough, the entire scripture should be preserved, right?
This is really regrettable. Who left the scripture? There is only one page left. The words on it are probably not simple. The fire has a spirit and doesn't want it to be completely burned.
Wang Xuan looked at it again and again, but didn't recognize a single word. He asked Xiao Baihu, "Have you done any research on ancient characters?"
"Ah, haha... you don't know?" The round-faced girl suddenly became energetic, raised her chin proudly, and said: "Please, I am very proficient in prehistoric civilization, and I have no origins in the magic of immortality. Let's study each of them carefully.
Period writing!”
Seeing that she was so arrogant and proud, Wang Xuan directly pressed down on her tiger head, rubbed it hard again and again, and said: "Why are you talking so much, translate!"
"Ouch... stay away from me!" The little white tiger bared its teeth and claws. If it weren't for the vast number of buildings still there, she would be worried about being "hanged". She would probably be so angry that she would turn against him and fight him desperately, but now she can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
She pushed his hand away in disgust.
"What kind of crappy writing and scribblings are these? Why don't I recognize any of them!" She was angry and looked at it again and again. She could only stare and couldn't translate it.
Wang Xuan snatched it away and didn't want to talk to her anymore. He tried to communicate spiritually to see if he could resonate with her.
Unfortunately, the paper did not respond.
He thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and threw the paper into the remaining fire under the ashes until it glowed faintly white again. Wang Xuan immediately protected himself with the God-Destroying Flag and communed with it spiritually.
This communication was successful and the two resonated!
"What is reality and what is illusion? I often think about it. The only one who is real is myself..."