In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 641 The Ship of the End
'Shh, that hurts.'

Wang Jixuan took a breath of cold air.

Then he found that he seemed unable to breathe cool air.

He sat up suddenly and found himself in the starry sky. There was nothing around him except a faint gray starlight floating in front of him.

He subconsciously touched his chest.

There was a wound running diagonally upwards, which tore his immortal body apart, and the sword pierced his soul.

The worst thing is that he never thought that the power of heaven could actually be used as a special magic power to directly act on his soul.

If it were in the past, Wang Jixuan would probably have cursed her.

Now, the first thing he thought of was his own death, which seemed to have a certain meaning.

At the very least, it proved to other creatures in the fairy world that the method used by the Heavenly Dao Worm can be used on him as well as on others.

Every expert feels insecure, which provides the basis for resisting the Heavenly Worm.

'Am I dead? '

Wang Jixuan thought so.

He recalled the feelings of the previous two 'deaths', which were obviously different from this time.

The first time he died was when he could not withstand the ninth heavenly tribulation. He did not feel too much pain when he died, but was filled with reluctance. His soul floated in the darkness for a while before being picked up by the Ina civilization.

The second death was more "comfortable". At that time, he was unable to withstand the finger of the immortal and was knocked down from the immortal gate. A wisp of lonely soul was taken away by the honeycomb-shaped Stone of Time.

Then there are the wandering ghosts in the ruins of the Ina civilization.

The third death is now.

This time it seemed that there was no lonely soul left, his soul was directly torn apart.

Even if he was a true Golden Immortal, facing Zhihui's fatal blow, even if he had the power of Heaven to seal his own Taoism and magic power, there was no chance of survival.

Not to mention him, who is half a step away from becoming a golden immortal.

He should be dead.

Even after death, I can still think and feel my own faint shape, which is a little bit inexplicable.

What is going on here?

Wang Jixuan began to feel some doubts in his heart. He floated up lightly and looked around carefully.

This place is like a black box. No one knows where the boundaries of the box are, but there is a kind of "limited" that Wang Jixuan can understand.

The only thing he could see was the gray starlight band floating in front of him. He didn't know where this light band was extending to, and it had a hazy beauty.

"This way~"

Wang Jixuan was stunned for a moment and looked up to the left.

It was empty there, as if someone was calling.

"Don't follow the light. The light will lead you to the resting place... Are you the Daluo who just fell?"

Taoist Wang shook his head numbly.

He asked, "Where are you?"

"Eh? You can't see me?"

Wang Jixuan became more curious about the source of the voice, and then he heard several people whispering.

"Good fellow, this isn't Daluo, it seems to be just a Golden Immortal, or a ninth-grade one?"

"Why did the Ninth Rank Golden Immortal come to our side?"

"Yes, if he had just become a Golden Immortal, he would definitely not understand what the Dao Spirit Dao Root is, and he would not be able to have a deep resonance with the Great Dao of Nature. Otherwise, his cultivation would definitely not be just the lowest ninth-grade Golden Immortal."

Wang Jixuan blinked and whispered, "It may be related to the fact that I have mastered some supreme avenues."

"Some? The Highest Road?"

"How ridiculous! The comprehension of living beings is limited, and they are restricted by their own talents. It is amazing that they can comprehend two supreme avenues at the ninth-grade golden immortal stage! Tell me, how many do you have!"

"Nine, but they are all minor achievements."

Wang Jixuan made amends for himself.

"what?"

"Nine?"

"Look! Look!"

Wang Jixuan vaguely felt that a group of figures appeared around him.

But he just couldn't see it clearly or touch it.

It was as if they were talking from another dimension.

The voices just now include both male and female, but most of them are relatively old.

The situation was a bit weird now, and Master Wang didn't know what to do, so he chose to stay put and smiled kindly.

Suddenly, a voice was heard: "The Holy Body of the Human King!"

"Damn it! How disgusting! I actually watched a human king's sacred body for such a long time!"

"Watch your words! If you disrespect the Human King, I will fight you to death!"

The transparent figures around seemed to be fighting in a ball.

Taoist Wang was even more confused.

The surrounding voices became more excited, and were clearly divided into three factions:
1. The Holy Body of the Human King is really disgusting;

Second, this is actually the candidate king of our human race;
3. It’s none of my business.

There are obviously more people from the third faction, and they are all concerned about why a ninth-grade golden immortal could come to such a place.

Wang Jixuan suddenly understood.

He should now be considered to have crossed the threshold of the Golden Immortal.

What is this?

The Heavenly Dao took away the threshold of Kata's progress, and he successfully broke into the realm of immortality. Before he could trigger the visions of heaven and earth, he was killed by Zhihui sent by Pola.

The fastest dying Golden Immortal in history?

Taoist Wang was depressed. He suddenly felt that his life was full of failures. Apart from having two lovely and charming girlfriends, a loyal maid, a group of like-minded buddies, and a female disciple who sang beautifully...

Seems pretty good.

Wang Jixuan adjusted his mentality at the speed of light.

He let his shadow sit cross-legged, looking around curiously, waiting for the 'seniors' around him to finish their discussion.

By the way, Wang Jixuan was also guessing where this place was.

Without Mudan's help in calculations, Wang Jixuan finally started to use his own brain.

From the words around him, he could conclude that this was not a place where a Golden Immortal like him could enter. The voices around him were full of disdain for a 'Ninth Rank Golden Immortal' like him.

Is it possible that all those around are first or second rank Golden Immortals? Or even Daluo Golden Immortals?
The Daluo Jinxian is the ruler of the Great Dao. If the Daluo Jinxian dies, his soul will remain on the Great Dao.

Wang Jixuan has been traveling in the Sea of ​​Dao for ten thousand years and has become familiar with many of the remaining spirits.

The Sea of ​​Dao also has the concept of time, but there is none here, and apart from the gray ribbon, there are no other traces.

Therefore, this is not the Sea of ​​Tao.

Wang Jixuan suddenly thought of something.

He had heard several times before about how in ancient times, a large number of Golden Immortals from the Immortal Realm simultaneously entered the Chaos Sea, and then there was no news of them ever again...

"My dear seniors, could it be that he is the Daluo Jinxian who broke into the Chaos Sea in ancient times to find some secret?"

Wang Jixuan asked directly.

The noise around suddenly stopped.

A voice sighed, "Alas... Has the era we live in become what future generations will call the ancient times?"

"Boy, let me ask you, has the Feather Tribe been swallowed up by the Human Tribe?"

Wang Jixuan shook his head: "The Feather Clan is still there, and they have established the Feather Palace, one of the eight great palaces between heaven and earth. They are above average in strength, and now they are mainly following the Heavenly Dao."

"Now you're hanging out with the Heavenly Dao? Humph! Do these unworthy descendants of yours want to be eaten up? The Heavenly Dao was the one who plotted against me!"

"Kid, how is my Beast God Palace? Just tell me what happened in the last million years." "The Beast Clan is the same as the Feather Clan. They mainly follow the Heavenly Dao."

Wang Jixuan added:
“The Heavenly Dao took advantage of the conflict between the Beast Tribe, the Feather Tribe, and the Human Tribe.

“Because the human race is more powerful, the beast and feather tribes have no choice but to become the running dogs of the Heavenly Worm, Po Luo.

“Over the years, Bola has trained a large number of golden immortals and placed them in the Feather God Palace and the Beast God Palace.

"Now, although these two families still exist in name, their souls have become like Pala... Do you know who Pala is?"

The surrounding voices answered:

"Of course we know."

"When we were plotted against, we already knew about the existence of Bola, but we didn't expect... Never mind, let's not talk about it."

"Bora is a big trouble."

"Yes, we trusted the wrong person, otherwise we wouldn't be in such a bleak situation now."

"We must kill this bastard!"

"Yes! Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

Shouts came one after another all around.

Wang Jixuan grinned, and when the shouting stopped, he said, "That's great, I also want to kill Polo... To be precise, Polo killed me."

Now it is necessary to attract the curiosity of the owners of these sounds.

Therefore, Wang Jixuan shamelessly said:

"In order to kill me, Bola killed and injured over a million immortal soldiers, lost hundreds of masters, and even personally attacked the Golden Immortal of the Avenue of Time, leaving me without anyone to protect me.

"Alas, Huang Jiuling of the Phoenix Clan. The Fire God Palace she founded was just destroyed by Bola. Huang Jiuling even went to my base to join me, but she didn't show up in this battle.

"I thought she would show up to give me a hand."

Two old voices came from far away.

One asked: "The Fire God Palace was destroyed? How is that possible!"

Another asked: "Why did the Palace Master surrender to you?"

Wang Jixuan spread his hands and said, "It can't be because I'm handsome. Something went wrong in your Fire God Palace. Two Golden Immortals attacked Huang Jiuling, but the reason why Huang Jiuling was defeated was because Po Luo directly suppressed her."

"Bora!"

"Kill it! I must kill it!"

"enough."

A powerful voice suddenly sounded.

Wang Jixuan subconsciously looked up, and this time, he vaguely saw a mountain moving in the darkness.

It looked like a humanoid monster sitting down, and its limbs, torso and head could be vaguely seen.

Then, the monster raised his hand and pointed at Wang Jixuan. Wang Jixuan felt a lot of insights in his heart, and suddenly he could see the source of the voices around him.

Dozens of monsters of various shapes and appearances were surrounding him.

There were also dozens of human figures interspersed here. These figures were somewhat similar to the spirit of Mr. Luoshan. They all had only a vague outline, and some human figures could be roughly seen, with some abnormalities in their body contours.

Wang Jixuan looked down at himself and nodded with satisfaction.

Still the same.

Wang Jixuan looked up at the "mountain" diagonally above him and asked, "I am Wang Jixuan, a junior, and I have strayed into this place by mistake. I would like to ask the seniors to show me a way out! What should I address you as, seniors?"

The huge monster shadow nodded slowly and said in a low voice:

“We are all souls abandoned by the world. This is a ship made of the dark sand at the edge of nothingness, and it is heading to the fairyland.

“We will destroy Bharat, not only for revenge, but also to protect our respective peoples.

“You should have heard our story, or our story was tampered with by the Heavenly Dao and hidden by the Bharata.

"And now, we all have a common name, we are..."

The hundreds of 'spirits' around shouted in unison:
"The end."

……

In the fairyland, above the sea near the headquarters of the Thousand Worlds Alliance.

Mudan rushed to Wang Jixuan's side, her eyes full of surprise, as if she was about to cry for joy.

The slight tremor of Wang Jixuan's fingers made her realize that her boss was definitely not dead. After all, this was the fairyland. If the boss's spirit was destroyed, his body would have no life.

And now, the vitality of the boss's immortal body is actually recovering.

But when Mudan rushed to Wang Jixuan's side, she discovered a problem...

"Where did Ji Xuan's spirit go?"

The old golden immortal from the Sword God Palace asked quickly:

“I clearly saw that after his soul was shattered by the power of Heaven, the remaining light escaped into his body, and the power of the Great Dao was still fluctuating. He must have a remnant soul left!
"As long as we find the remaining soul, even if it hurts the root, we can still find a way to reincarnate!"

"Strange soul..."

Amina, whose eyes were red from crying, suddenly thought of this and turned to look at Mudan.

Mudan shook her head slightly: "The boss's spirit is still there, but it is asleep... like it's dead, without any fluctuations."

"Don't talk here! Quick! Go to your place!"

The old golden immortal of the Sword God Palace directly threw out a barrier of immortal power.

Wang Jixuan was attacked just now, and the old Golden Immortal felt quite guilty. The Sword Dance Palace Master entrusted him with such a big task, but he failed to do it well. If he could rescue Wang Jixuan, it would make up for the sense of debt in his heart.

Xiaohua Ting and Amina picked up Wang Jixuan with great effort. The old Golden Immortal waved his sleeves and led everyone back to the whirlpool.

As soon as they left, a crack appeared in the distant sky, and rays of light shot out. Some of them rushed towards Wang Jixuan, and the rest rushed towards the battlefield where the battle was still going on, or to be more precise, where the enemy was being chased.

The news of Wang Jixuan's death was spreading quickly.

Although Jianwu really wanted to start a fight at this moment, she was still restraining herself and trying hard to hold back.

Wang Jixuan's alien soul had previously been sleeping inside a bionic mechanical body, making it convenient for him to communicate with Mudan remotely.

At this moment, his body was lying on the ground with the mechanical body. The alien soul was carefully pulled out by Jin Xian, who looked at it from left to right and examined it carefully.

The Dragon Python Swallowing the Sky Art is also a first-rate magic skill, but in the eyes of these old scholars in the fairy world, it is not too mysterious, it just has good ingenuity.

They looked at it carefully for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Not long after, Jian Jiu and Luo Shan Jushi arrived here together, watching from a few feet away, not daring to move forward rashly.

"Dead, but not all dead."

"What's going on?"

"Very strange," Jian Wu whispered, "There aren't many masters who practice the Avenue of Death, and ancient books record some strange things happening there. There's a saying that there's a void between life and death, and that void can help you find your way home."

Mudan immediately asked, "Do you need to be called?"

"You can try it."

Mudan flashed and picked up Xiaohua Ting. Xiaohua Ting wiped her tears, used her magic power to protect her throat, lowered her head and began to hum softly.

She hummed for about a few minutes, and Wang Jixuan's fingers trembled slightly again.

"Alive!"

"Not dead, not dead!"

"Where's the soul? Why isn't the soul here?!"

Wang Jixuan's fingers trembled again. He seemed to want to express something but couldn't.

Everyone was confused.

Zheng Shiduo in the corner suddenly had his eyes light up, and without wiping his tears, he shouted:

"Peony! Brainwave analysis! Quick!"

Mudan woke up as if from a dream. She immediately raised her left hand and pressed it in front of Wang Jixuan. Then, rays of light shot out from her eyes, forming a screen on which two lines of large characters quickly appeared:
[Fuck, there is a big problem. ]

[I have joined the army of the Great Tribulation! ]

(End of this chapter)