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Main Text Final Chapter 165 Influence of the Disaster Lord in the Present World

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    Everything is a matter of course, Wang Xuan became more and more profound, and he broke into this field under the general environment where it is impossible to give birth to a disaster lord.

    He didn't reveal the mysterious method, after crossing the catastrophe, he returned to the ordinary, diligently and simply cleaned the land medicine for crossing the catastrophe, and put away the dark "medicine dregs"

    Putting these to the outside world, they can be called the most rare enlightenment medicine. Let alone the saints, the real king will be envious. Wang Xuan restores those destroyed universes.

    Afterwards, he set foot on the return journey, taking out the skull lamp on the way.

    "The five of you turned into lamp oil, which lasted for a long time, and have not yet completely disappeared. Among the snow-white skulls, there are only five wicks left of the five true kings." Wang Xuan looked down at the lamp.

    "you¡­"

    Lianhuang trembled, she felt more pressure than when facing the faint phantom of prison through a special crack.

    Wang Xuan's lingering aura after crossing the catastrophe has not completely dissipated, and there is still a trace of catastrophe overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows, as well as in the realm of the primordial spirit.

    Xu, Yu and other five true kings, even in this state, are keenly aware that the Wang Xuan in front of him is different from before.

    "This is the aftertaste of the catastrophe, don't you?" They petrified, although they had some guesses in their hearts, it was difficult for them to accept such a fact.

    "Well, I have crossed the catastrophe." Wang Xuan nodded, and then, the natural disaster remnants extracted from the skull lamp originally belonged to the five true kings, but now they are almost ownerless.

    He didn't touch these broken natural disaster wonders earlier, mainly because he didn't want to be swayed by them, and firmly took his own path in this world.

    On the contrary, now that he has succeeded, he can start to study it carefully.

    "You took that unprecedented step in this world?" Ye Wang's heart was trembling, the fiery red long-haired Lianhuang, and Yu, who was covered in torn golden battle clothes, were two female true kings.  They all exclaimed, what kind of monster are they fighting against?

    If they were asked to choose again, even if they were forced by the disaster lord, they would not agree. Wang Xuan has already reached this level in this world. In the future, when he sets foot in the land of returning to the truth, what height will he transform to?

    Both Xu and Wu are dull and silent, but their hearts are collapsing. To be an enemy of this kind of monster is really the worst decision in this life. If you pay an unbearable price, you will be ruined for a hundred years and your fame.

    "Everyone go well." Wang Xuan said, and adjusted himself, absorbing all the remnants of the catastrophe, etc., he became more peaceful and returned to his innocence.

    "We can serve you and swear to the Tao that we will never betray you. I really don't want to die." Lianhuang said.

    She has just returned to the strongest peak state, but immediately stepped into the abyss of eternal doom. Life has ups and downs, and the bumps are too violent.

    "No, I don't need it." Wang Xuan shook his head and refused. He is not a bad person, and some things can be laughed off, but they are blocked and hunted, so there is no need to forgive them generously.

    "I used to be the real king, so I died like this, and now I am in the lamp, turning into fly ash, lighter than a feather!" Yu's golden hair was scattered and burned, and she sighed weakly.

    After a while, the five great true kings were destroyed in form and spirit, burned out the last lamp oil, and died forever in the skull lamp.

    The five natural disaster residual rhymes are worth analyzing. They don't need to be complete. It is enough to figure out their number and general direction from point to point.

    Wang Xuan's return directly descends on the 36th heaven of the No. 1 source.

    When the news came out, his dojo immediately became the center of the source. I don't know how many strong people want to get close and understand, but they dare not pry into it.

    Members of the blood-blooded senior day group such as Ma, Wu, and the first generation of beast emperors came. Wang Zesheng and his wife, as well as acquaintances from Huaguoshan, as well as the current Lao Chen and Qingmu, and old friends from Black Peacock Mountain all went.

    Wang Xuan smiled and said he was safe.

    When all the horses retreated and calmed down, Wang Xuan took out a ticket medicine bottle and handed it to the first generation of beast emperors, hemp, and things who could spy on the true king's road in this era.

    At this moment, the three strong men had strange eyes and complex expressions. They already knew what it was, and felt that this kid was a bit bad, but they really couldn't refuse.

    In the following time, the true kings waited quietly, carefully observing around the 36th heaven of No. 1 source.

    Fortunately, Wang Xuan sat in the dojo, visited friends occasionally, and spent most of his time in his own three-acre land, mostly with his acquaintances.

    People can't help but let out a sigh of relief. They are afraid that he is young and hot-blooded, and he will focus on the true king of all sources. If that is the case, it will be too dangerous.

    "Has he improved?" This is the question everyone wants to know.

    Now even if it is just to visit Wang Xuan.

    This move undoubtedly attracted everyone's hearts.There was even a real king ball who came to the door in person.

    150 years later, the Giant True King contacted Wang Xuan and confirmed that the buds of the Dao under the No. 1 source were completely dead and could not be revived. He was going to pick them.

    Moreover, the same is true of the buds of the Tao from other sources.

    "You don't need to keep it for me, you can take it yourself." Wang Xuan responded

    Almost at the same time, on the 6th, the local mechanical king also sent a message: "Boss, what kind of battleship do you want me to transform into to pick you up? The buds of the Tao have matured and fallen off."

    It invites Wang Qiu to enjoy it together.

    Back then, the 6 living germinations of Dao he discovered also died.

    This made his heart heavy and his brows furrowed.

    However, what made him heave a sigh of relief was that the endless ocean of mythology was overlapping, with undiminished vitality, and the extraordinary factor was still strong and inseparable.

    200 years later, Wang Xuan's Taoism deepened, mainly to study the remnants of natural disasters and wonders of the kings, and he gained a lot, which accelerated his progress in practice.

    350 years later, Wang Xuan had a feeling and walked out of the retreat. He looked up at the sky and stared at the deep space for a long time.

    A few years later, other superpowers realized that the heaven and earth were a little abnormal and became oppressive and dull, and the main root of the six yin realms stopped growing and no longer emitted good fortune.

    "It's time to come." The real kings got up one after another and looked into the deep space. Soon, there was a big black umbrella with no bounds, covering the Yin six realms, and other sources.

    When sporadic black snowflakes fall, it means that the myth is about to be frozen, and this time is no exception, and a large number of extraordinary people will fall into myth hibernation.

    Wang Xuan was not worried about acquaintances, he stood on the 36th floor, facing the black snowflakes, experiencing his own changes, and felt that the accumulation of Taoism was almost the same.

    His eyes flow out mysterious textures, which are the spiritual eyes of the disaster master, looking to the end of the heavens and worlds, and tracing back with the causal fate line.

    It is said that it is a myriad of worlds, but that is just a false finger. The real big universe can be said to be endless and endless.

    "I found it. The mother universe has been away for a long time, and it has been too long since I left you." He whispered, and all the familiar people and things came to mind.
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