Chapter 1620
Yang Jian's body shattered, and the true spirit flew out of his body, but it was very illusory, as if it would disappear when the breeze blows. He stared at the front, and when Wang Sheng's body was directly crushed to disappear, his expression was complicated, but After all, he looks relaxed, no matter if he is right or not, but the last obstacle is over, and no one can stop the recovery of the mythical world.
"I, Yang Jian, have nothing to repay for the kindness of others. I can only repay it with my life." Yang Jian's illusory true spirit murmured to himself.
A figure descended from a high altitude, crossed countless spatial distances, crossed the Zixiao Palace that had just released its power in the sky, and crossed the prehistoric realm in one step. Passing over, Wang Sheng's body entered the prehistoric realm.
A ray of divine light reached in front of Yang Jian and hit Yang Jian's body. Yang Jian's fetish suddenly became extremely cohesive, as if his real body had appeared.
"Such a personality doesn't look like Erlang God Yang Jian."
Yang Jian turned around abruptly, looked shocked at Wang Sheng who was strolling towards Xianting, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It turns out that this is the level of Dao Zun, and it was Yang Jian's wishful thinking." But only for a moment, the aura on his body was extremely sharp , as if to penetrate the sky.
Wang Sheng shook his head lightly, waved his sleeves, and Yang Jian, who was extremely eager to do something, was thrown aside by him, and the momentum between him and the table was suddenly cut off. Wang Sheng stepped forward and lightly pointed out his fingers, and the table in front suddenly It was shattered into nothingness, only the Zhuxian sword on it was not shattered, but it also wailed. The sword light on it flashed, but before it could attack, it was taken away again by Wang Sheng with a flick of his sleeve without any resistance.
Yang Jian's face was withered, but his body's aura rose, and he appeared directly as a celestial phenomenon. A mortal with such a true spirit level is more powerful and has an indomitable momentum, but the price is Yang Jian's complete demise.
Wang Sheng popped out a finger wind, stepped forward, and flicked it lightly again, Yang Jian's dharma sky was swept away, and the true spirit shrank, and then with a light tap of a finger, a series of Taoist words appeared on Yang Jian's true spirit The pattern directly blocked Yang Jian in place.
Wang Sheng didn't talk to Yang Jian any more. He put Yang Jian away and looked at the prehistoric realm without saying a word. He nodded slowly after a while. This is a truly chaotic realm, but the rules in it It still exists, which is why it can be manipulated by Yang Jian and Yun Neutron.
But the more reason is that this realm seems to have many connections with the mythical world. Under the protection of the realm of the wild road, Yang Jian and Yun Zhongzi have been connected together with a unique connection. This is the prehistoric realm. The reason for being drawn.
Up to now, this connection was cut off by Wang Sheng first, and then Yun Zhongzi and others all disappeared, and there is no possibility of being drawn in this prehistoric realm.
Wang Sheng already understood in his heart that this prehistoric realm will not exist here for a longer period of time, they will gradually return to their original positions over time, and will never appear again, completely cutting off their connection with the material world.
Wang Sheng stepped out of the prehistoric realm, raised his hand, and a ray of light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then Wang Sheng felt that the awkward feeling in the material world in front of him no longer existed, and he had truly merged with the world One, integrated with the entire Chaos Realm.
So far, the waves caused by cloud neutrons have disappeared, of course, the threat of the world-destroying hive still exists.
Wang Sheng raised his eyes to look at the last trace of the sky. The Zixiao Palace was trembling in the sky, the light was dim, and the road on it had completely disappeared. When Wang Sheng looked up, the Zixiao Palace was completely shattered, only a crisp The bell rang, fell to the sky, and was picked up by Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng held the golden bell in his hand, and it was full of brilliance without the slightest grain. Even the shattering of Zixiao Palace did not bring him any harm.
Wang Sheng's eyes flickered. This was the last trace left by a ruler, and it belonged to Zixiao Palace, and the existence of the previous field all relied on this golden bell. Now even if Zixiao Palace is destroyed, the existence of Jinzhong will not It can be regarded as the legacy of Dao Zun.
Simply looking at it from the outside, there is no trace of the golden bell, and there is no trace of the mythical world left in it, but in the end, Wang Sheng's consciousness and Daowen continued to draw on the golden bell, and immediately sealed the golden bell stand up.
The prehistoric realm existed before the material world. At this time, the connection was broken. I don’t know if it was because of the separation between the realms. The prehistoric realm suddenly moved towards the distance, and the action was very slow. After all, this is a realm. It was powerful at the time, but leaving without this power now is destined to take too much time.
Wang Sheng's heart moved slightly. No one can ignore a land without an owner, especially for those masters who can grow by devouring the world. In other words, it is the best food to feed Dao.
It seems very stupid for Wang Sheng to let a realm go away like this, but Wang Sheng knows that this is the most important thing to do at this moment, he is powerless to refine a huge realm.
And the movement here can no longer be hidden too much, the real place, his realm has been flickering for too long, if these masters have insight and set off at the first time, then until now, there should be some of these masters who will The eyes really focused on here.
Facing these masters, Wang Sheng has already prepared for the worst.
Wang Sheng stepped back into the world. At this moment, the material world is in chaos, with countless breaths intertwined. Under the protection of the countless creatures in that world, they cannot detect greater fluctuations. This is the world. The last seed.
Wang Sheng looked around from a high altitude. The so-called fellow disciples may be indulging in this world. Yuxu Palace was not really destroyed. Judging from the actions of Yang Jian and Yun Zhongzi, those people may be in this world.
And in the chaotic realm at this moment, there are still a total of ten light spots, which are ten big worlds. Wang Sheng does not think that there will be no traces of these ten big worlds. These should be the leftover traces of the mythical world. .
However, the current Chaos Realm has become a closed realm. Even if there are traces of the ten worlds in it, they will not be able to reveal their connection again. Being controlled by Wang Sheng, there will be no future troubles, but if Wang Sheng needs it, then Ready to play.
Wang Sheng glanced at this material world for the last time, and his body gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared in this world.
High above the sky, Wang Sheng opened his eyes, and the phantom body returned to his body, but this did not bring the slightest sense of fulfillment.