Chapter four hundred and twentieth seventh self-seeking
Judging from the current stage, the level of the treasure is higher than that of all practitioners. Otherwise, the extraordinary world would not be afraid of the feathered banner, the human sword, etc.
The round-faced girl's words confirmed Wang Xuan's guess that there is still a great realm that living beings can no longer reach, and can only look into the deep universe and sigh.
"At the level of the treasure, it is the crystallization of a mythical civilization. For example, the supreme rule of the immortal world - the Old Testament, is used as firewood, and the texture of scriptures and meanings contained in the endless classics of extraordinary civilization can be conceived. Only then can the treasure be produced."
However, not all mythological civilizations can leave behind their brainchild in the end, and more often they end in failure.
According to speculation, up to now, a total of more than a dozen mythical civilizations have appeared in the eternal night, each of which is not very long, leaving only four or five treasures.
"The sixth great realm, which is the last realm, is called Yudao." The round-faced girl reminded that in the spiritual world adjacent to the alien land in outer space, that civilization once cast the Yudao flag, but it seemed to have fallen apart.
The treasure is gone.
Wang Xuan showed a strange look. Each great realm had a name similar to the treasure. This was interesting. He asked: "Could it be said that there is another treasure corresponding to Mutian?"
"It is reported that there once was a mirror called Mutian Mirror..." the ghost monk told Wang Xuan. This made Wang Xuan startled. Is there really such a thing?!
Even when she was serious, the round-faced girl had a sense of joy. She had a fleshy little round face and big eyes. She said: "However, some people say that it is still a hair short of being a treasure, and some people say that it is broken. In short, the big Mu Tian
There is no corresponding treasure in this realm now.”
"Is there any clue that the Sky Mirror once existed?" Wang Xuan wanted to know its whereabouts.
"It has been broken for a long time and cannot be found. There is a high probability that only a small piece of the broken mirror is in Zhang Daoling's hand." Little White Tiger said.
When Wang Xuan heard this, he was suddenly in a trance, and he also understood why Lao Zhang always held a rusty broken mirror. He liked to use it to peek when he had nothing to do, and he often used it to hit people. That thing was so powerful!
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Our extraordinary civilization is coming to an end. Will it give birth to a treasure and leave behind the brainchild of a myth?"
The ghost monk nodded and said: "Of course, any civilization wants to leave traces of itself to prove its existence before it is destroyed, but it is difficult. Most civilizations have failed."
According to what he said, before the curtain goes out and the light shines back, it is the time to refine the treasure, and he also mentioned the Old Testament and it was related to it.
"Before the myths die, the Old Testament turns into the firewood of the great road and the fire of civilization, which can leave traces unique to our civilization and breed treasures."
Having said this, the round-faced girls were a little sad. Powerful gods like them will eventually die in the future. No one can live for a long time. This means that the treasure can prove that they existed.
"I have some confidence. If I find a way out, a new myth will soon be opened up?" Wang Xuan said.
"Is there any way out? Even Fairy Fang only reached this level at the end of the myth. Even she has no way and no hope. Why don't you look for it?"
When it came to this point, the round-faced girl lost interest, and the ghost monk was about the same. He had no energy. Although they knew that Wang Xuan was extraordinary, it was too late after all. He had not yet reached the level of Xiaoyaoyou, and it was too late.
Already.
The round-faced girl said: "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era. A young tiger with great potential. Although he has the qualifications to be the king of beasts, he has no time to grow up."
"I suspect you are scolding me." Wang Xuan looked at her.
"Why did I scold you?" The round-faced girl glared at him.
"You are a tigress, why do you say I am a cub?" Wang Xuan questioned.
"Ouch..." The little white tiger was so angry that behind her girl, a white tiger phantom appeared, pretending to be ferocious, showing its teeth and claws.
Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and directly pulled her round face to the side, and then dimmed the white tiger body to prevent it from barking or making any noise.
Huang Ming came again. He originally wanted to add water and greet him in person, but he ran away after seeing this scene. It was better not to get involved, for fear of being silenced by the Demon Lord's number one henchman, Mr. Bai Hu.
"You dare to touch me?" The round-faced girl was angry, as if she was about to get angry and try to stop Wang Xuan.
The ghost monk kindly reminded him, "In this world, you can't beat him now."
Wang Xuan went downstairs humming a small tune and was in a happy mood. The round-faced girl behind him was extremely angry. However, he really couldn't beat her and could only stare.
After walking through the rain curtain and seeing the pitted and destroyed areas on the long street, Wang Xuan's heart became heavy again. Using extraordinary means, he almost shrunk into an inch, walked out of Ancheng and returned to Qingmu's manor. He was extremely serious along the way.
Start preparing hard.
Starting tonight, he will adjust himself, both physically and mentally, to reach the realm of flawless perfection. He will have to go to the misty land within two days at the latest.
"Try to shock you all!"
That night, he sat still, and all that came to his mind were battles at a peerless level, in order to touch himself and understand the path to a higher level.
He even went out early in the morning to look at the remaining traces of the battle outside An City in the drizzle.
In the next two days, his mind was filled with images of Fang Yuzhu, Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling, and others' Dharma and supernatural powers during the battle.
"It's no use thinking too much and looking too far ahead. I'd better use my feet to truly measure my own path!"
Late at night, Wang Xuan felt clear mentally and physically, and was ready to hit the road. For his personal safety, the environment in the final years of the myth was getting worse and worse, and he needed strong strength to change everything!
Wang Xuan has never paid so much attention to it as he does now. In the past, when he was almost ready, he went directly to the land of nothingness. This time, he was eager to succeed and was not allowed to fail. The main reason was that he was under too much pressure, so he paid great attention to details and had to perfect everything.
Perfect.
"What is that?" When his body and mind were at their clearest, his soul shone brightly, like a beacon in the dark night, illuminating the way forward. At the same time, he also saw light in the distance.
Faintly, there is a bloody chain, spreading from the depths of endless darkness, trying to get close to him. Is it trying to lock his soul?
He frowned, watching the blood-colored chain approach, emitting a faint light, and felt extremely uneasy, as the chain was actually trying to lock him and take him away.
At this time, he was breaking out in a cold sweat. It was like a terrible nightmare. He was awake, but his body seemed to be disobedient and there was no way to change anything.
However, after the blood-red chain approached him, it began to break, burn, and fade from the ends, but it could not completely approach him.
"Huh?" Wang Xuan was surprised and opened his eyes. What were those just now?
He meditated again, and in the clearest state, he felt again that in the endless darkness in the distance, there seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes peering out, and a chain dripping with blood, slowly approaching him, trying to lock away his soul.
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In the other direction, there was a hazy light, and two shadows were chanting. It was a weak voice at first, and then a majestic voice from heaven, which turned into an invisible force and cut off the bloody chain, making it impossible to get close.
Outside the endless void, in the darkness, there are two groups of light. Are they the mysterious shadows of the person who chained him with a chain of blood? Are the people chanting the sutra a man and a woman?
Wang Xuan was shocked. He thought the matter was over for the time being, but he didn't expect that the danger was never far away and was always there. Those scarlet eyes were so terrifying.
"What's wrong with you? You're restless. How can you break through in this state?" Chen Yongjie was surprised. He was helping him protect the law, but found that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
"I sensed something, somewhere in the dark, like someone coming from an endless and distant place to harm me!" Wang Xuan described that state.
"curse!"
"Ancient curse!"
The two of them spoke almost at the same time, thinking of the records in ancient books. People with extraordinary talents and beings who break limits can sometimes capture factors that are detrimental to them when they are in the most enlightened state.
In that kind of emptiness, what Wang Xuan saw and heard was very real, but he did not see the shadow, but noticed his method, which was an extremely powerful ancient curse.
"He did something to curse me?"
"The pair of shadow Taoists also did the same thing and cast another ancient spell to help you resolve it."
After thinking about it, the two deduced the truth.
"No wonder the two of them told me not to run around recently. The curse imposed on me by the shadow has not been completely resolved yet!"
Wang Xuan's face was gloomy, and his mood was suddenly not so good. He really wanted to kill that mysterious man. He was so overbearing and was everywhere.
He stopped, extremely serious, and thought about whether there would be any adverse effects if he continued to clear the level in this state.
"If it hadn't been for that man and woman, I might have been harmed..." Wang Xuan was frightened and angry. Being harvested as leeks again and again made him suffocate his anger.
In that person's eyes, he was just a prey, a small herbivorous beast that was in no danger and ready to kill with a butcher's knife at any time.
"Calm down, the best counterattack against him is that I keep getting stronger and he can't do anything to me, and sooner or later he will be killed by me!"
Wang Xuan reminded himself, don't be anxious, don't be afraid, walk the road ahead step by step, at least in this world, time is on his side!
He calmed down, and at the same time he felt more and more that it was extremely important to break the limits. In a state of emptiness, he could actually discover the powerful malice in the dark!
Lao Chen said: "I'm afraid it's not just as simple as breaking the limit, but also the factor of the spiritual eye. It is originally related to the perception and intuition of the soul. This kind of eye is too special!"
Wang Xuan nodded.
"The spirit, the inner self, can detect threats outside endless time and space, and can be keenly vigilant to extract the external dangerous factors."
Without the spiritual vision of ten levels of breaking through the limits, he would not be able to detect these at all. In the past, he did not pay attention to these, but now he feels that it is very necessary to constantly explore and seek within himself.
After waiting for a few more days, Wang Xuan became clear-minded again and found that the bleeding chain had become fainter and blurred, indicating that it was about to disappear completely.
And in the darkness, in the endless distance, those scarlet eyes began to slowly close.
"No, why is there a ball of golden light rising up, very bright in the darkness, revealing golden eyes, very cold, very vicious, who is this? There is no end, it is slowly approaching, and there will be new troubles?"
Wang Xuan's face looks ugly. Are there so many secret threats?
Until the next day, his hair stood on end, and he felt that the golden light was getting closer. He sent a message to Lao Chen and left immediately. Then he stared at it again and again, and ran away decisively.
At this time, he actually felt like the end of the world was coming.
boom!
A big curtain appeared on the spot, opened a gap, and actually swallowed his house. Someone strong suddenly took action and wanted to drag him into the fairy world.
Wang Xuan stood in the distance, his eyes were deep, the danger was never far away, it was always there, with a murderous look on his face, eager to give them the strongest counterattack.
That day, when he looked within himself again, he found that it was finally quiet, and there were no scary eyes prying in the darkness for the time being.
This time, he no longer hesitated. Taking advantage of this brief moment of peace, he rushed directly to the misty land to pass the pass. Chen Yongjie and Qingmu helped him protect the law.
"The eleventh paragraph is currently the most cutting-edge area of mythology. It is a taboo place that exists in theory. It is unknown how many people have set foot in it. Maybe they have never done so before. I... am here!"