In outer space near the moon, there are quite a few steel battleships and small spacecraft.
There are three piles here, there is a spiritual world, and there are fire piles that remain from the super mythical civilization. Recently, the laboratory of the old earth is cooperating with the Immortals to develop foreign lands.
"Wang Xuan is here." Someone said.
In a small spaceship, Wang Xuan's figure appeared and walked out.
Suddenly, a hazy light shrouded Wang Xuan and disappeared, and the small spaceship was also swallowed up. Even nearby extraordinary beings and spaceships were also affected.
Several of the spaceships disintegrated, leaving behind some wreckage that was cut off by inexplicable forces. In addition, there were also remains of the limbs and blood of extraordinary beings.
"what's the situation?!"
The news spread back to the ground, causing quite a stir.
In Ancheng, Qingmu looked serious and informed Zhang Daoling and the Netherblood Sect Ancestor immediately, as well as Wang Xuan's true identity.
"The people in the big curtain can't wait. This is to make it clear that they won't let me go..." Wang Xuan said in a deep voice. The robot that was swallowed was a robot modeled after him. As soon as he saw his figure, the other party killed him.
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Without even thinking about it, that should be Zheng Yuantian's camp. Thinking about his body is almost going crazy.
These days, Wang Xuan has been studying armor and trying to smelt it. Various materials are mixed together, including not only the roots of the magic flower that are between real and illusory, but also the rust on the iron drill, and the true crystal of creation.
Of course, there is also the rust stain on the old bronze mirror, which spreads on the outside of the armor. It is very useful and is equivalent to making it look old.
"It's almost done. It's time for me to get on my way. Zheng Yuantian, as a dog, I didn't take the initiative to smash you to death. Instead, I was attacked by you again and again!"
This time, innocent people were also injured. Seven or eight extraordinary beings died tragically in outer space.
That night, a curtain of light appeared in the mid-air, and Zheng Yuantian, whose whole body was covered in black armor, paid the price, shot out a ray of light, and landed in the manor.
Wang Xuan's residence, the house was torn apart, disintegrated, and sank. A dark pit appeared on the ground, and the reed lake was evaporated.
Unfortunately, this place is empty, Wang Xuan is not here, and he left Ancheng a few days ago.
"Old Zheng, do you want to drink? Do you want to come over?" Zhang Daoling said outside Ancheng, walking on the moon, holding a bronze mirror in his hand and looking at him eagerly.
He openly invites, but secretly warns, don't go too far, don't hurt mortals!
Zheng Yuantian glanced at him indifferently, then disappeared, and the light curtain went out.
"Old Chen, guard my body!" The next day, Wang Xuan set off. He was about to officially enter the fairy world. It was time to take the initiative and stir up trouble against the enemy.
In the fateful land, Wang Xuan wore armor, wore the most popular clothes behind the scenes, put on the God-killing flag, furnace cover, etc., took a deep breath and set out on the road.
The faint mist was steaming, and he floated up with it. Along the direction of the mist, he moved forward, time and space blurred, and the road was extremely silent.
Finally, he stepped through the silent and dim area, and followed the whirlpool of mist into the world behind the scenes.
It was still an inn, dilapidated and desolate, with red lanterns hanging at the door. He had already adapted to this familiar sight, and he strode forward.
He quickly passed through the dark area and entered the fairyland corresponding to the old land. He was far further than the previous times and what he saw was more magnificent.
Two days later, Wang Xuan entered the fairyland full of vitality.
At this time, he was standing in a mountain range. What he saw were magnificent mountains and rivers, fresh vegetation, and a clear blue sky. Occasionally, there were huge birds of prey flying across the sky, casting large shadows.
This is a large-scale village, and the whole village is digging pits, choosing graves, and preparing for collective burial, or sleep.
"When the curtain goes out and the world dies, we will also fall into the cold winter like our ancestors, waiting for rebirth in the darkness."
Among the indigenous people, some old men are presiding over ceremonies and making various arrangements. They know that the fairy world is about to be destroyed. According to their ancestors, they are waiting for resurrection in death.
Wang Xuan thought about what Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling and others said, and combined with what he saw and heard, he was also thinking about these things.
Some curtains were extinguished more than once, and after the long cold winter night passed, some finally revived, but the so-called natives were not reborn.
It can only be said that these aboriginal people and villagers are indeed seeing them off and burying them.
There are many immortals and even more natives, but it is impossible for all the people included in them to enter the real world. The base number is too large. In addition, the consumption of crossing boundaries is staggering, and the spiritual marks will be broken easily. Even the disciples of the immortals are paying the price.
Go through the curtain.
Wang Xuan sighed and looked up at the sky. It seemed that the sky was not so blue anymore. He felt a bit of twilight, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy and depressing.
Especially when he looked at the profound fairy world with his spiritual eyes, he felt its essence. This is indeed a corrupt world. The half-material and half-energy plane will eventually collapse, and all living creatures in the world will die!
"It's not easy to live." He felt heavy in his heart. Everything he saw now would dim and die in less than a year.
Even if this fairyland is lucky enough to have a second or third chance of recovery, we don't know how long it will be until the real changes of time, like clouds and smoke, and the stars in the universe are destined to be gone.
And every time it revives, the fairy world needs to be brewed and takes a long time, and it appears many years before the mythical creatures.
When passing by a larger town, Wang Xuan stopped. He felt a special kind of fluctuation here. The people in the town were praying and offering sacrifices, and their emotions resonated.
Then, he saw an incredible sight. Yellow paper was falling from the sky and burning. It seemed to be incomparable with the mood of the people in the town. It was resonating, and a kind of sadness was spreading.
"Look, our prayers are effective. We are sleeping today. After endless years, we will all be reborn in the form of seeds. We may forget everything, but our life marks have been passed down. There will always be someone there when the time comes.
Others will wake up and remember what they saw today."
Among the aborigines, the old priest was extremely excited. He led the people in the village to kneel down, pray, and murmured with tears in his eyes.
Wang Xuan was surprised and watched from a distance.
Then, light rain began to fall from the sky and fell into the town.
"Not all villages and towns can see the burning of yellow paper. What is even rarer is that we are lucky to be watered by the spiritual rain. Our future recovery is the seed of the new fairyland!" An old man said with tears.
Then, Wang Xuan saw many people running towards the distance, rushing to the cemetery and beginning to bury themselves. There were also people in villages and towns, in the courtyards, and on the streets, soaking in the light and rain, laughing.
Wang Xuan was horrified. He felt that his soul was under great threat, so he directly took out the furnace cover, activated it, and placed it above his head. He even used the God-Slaying Flag to protect himself, wrapping himself up to stay away from this area and away from the light rain.
"This kind of mysterious event has not been thoroughly studied by Lao Zhang and others, and almost none of them have seen it with their own eyes. It can only be seen occasionally when the aborigines begin to die out at the end of the decay of mythology." Wang Xuan looked solemn.
He saw that many villagers fell down immediately and became motionless. Some of them had rotted away, as if they had gone through hundreds or even thousands of years.
It can be seen that some people have seed-like light spots appearing in their bodies, flying out, and suddenly sinking into the ground with the light rain, as if they are really going to sleep, and they have to survive the dark winter and the eternal night.
"Are some legends credible? When the New Immortal Realm appears again, those spiritual substances will multiply and be alive, and even half-matter and half-energy "seeds" will automatically emerge?"
Then, Wang Xuan heard the cry. His hair stood on end, and it felt a little familiar. He raised his head and saw the end of the light rain, the highest point of the sky. It was very blurry, as if there was a boundary wall, and there were a little hazy lights.
appeared, as if someone was burning paper, and the fire was about to go out.
Wang Xuan was greatly shocked and wanted to rush forward. This was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. He had vaguely seen and heard it in the deepest part of his own special interior.