Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 68 Rebirth
"It seems that I was still careless." Xiao Xuan couldn't help thinking when his consciousness was dying.

Withdrawing the spear, the Lei Jie warrior remained expressionless, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

As Xiao Xuan's soul gradually dissipated, the figures of the Lei Jie warriors also gradually disappeared, the person who responded to the robbery was dead, the Heavenly Tribulation also began to dissipate, and the entire sky began to gradually recover.

"The anchor is dead?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't believe it and couldn't accept this fact.

"No, right now, he shouldn't be dead. Although I don't know why, I think we can connect to the live broadcast room if the host is still alive."

"In other words, the studio will disappear only if the host dies."

"But he has already been pierced by a spear. There is a big hole in his chest!"

Some people said that in the simulation system, they were not affected, and ran to Xiao Xuan's side one after another, watching his injuries.

Although many people were worried, it still didn't help. They couldn't touch Xiao Xuan's body at all, and could only watch helplessly as his injuries continued to worsen. Even if he didn't die, he was on the verge of dying. From time to time, there are thunder lights flashing on the edge of the hole, preventing the body from regenerating.

Countless gray curses poured in, and all the mana in Xiao Xuan's body was swallowed up by the curses, and he couldn't even move his body, let alone recover from his injuries.

"What should I do?"

Feeling the passing of vitality in his body, Xiao Xuan felt an indescribable panic in his heart, which was a natural fear of death.

In the live broadcast room, due to the lack of Xiao Xuan's support, the live broadcast also began to appear abnormal. Everyone only felt that the picture was fleeting, and their hearts that had just settled down suddenly began to worry again.

"What should I do?" Someone asked, he was very anxious, and the connection between the live broadcast room became unstable.

"Is the anchor dying soon?" Someone asked a reality that no one wanted to admit.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could the anchor die?" Suddenly someone scolded him, still harboring a glimmer of hope for Xiao Xuan.

"Swish"

Before he finished speaking, everyone in the live broadcast room felt a flash of the screen, which was a sign that Xiao Xuan's life was about to die completely.

"What should I do? Who can save him? What about Houtu, Immortal Yang Mei? Where are those great supernatural beings? Now, where have you been?" Someone was shouting crazily, unable to believe that Xiao Xuan would die completely. .I am shouting the names of those ancient great supernatural powers, hoping that they can lend a helping hand.

In a great hall of the witch clan, the twelve ancestor witches all sat together.

"I said, sister Houtu, today is little friend Xiao Xuan crossing the immortal tribulation, why don't you go and have a look?" Zhu Rong picked up a fruit, took a bite, and said to Houtu with a smile.

"Brother Zhu Rong, you are making fun of me again." Mentioning Xiao Xuan, Houtu blushed slightly, "He will definitely survive the catastrophe, I have confidence in him."

Speaking of Xiao Xuan, Houtu's face was filled with a bright smile.

"Okay then, let's see how he survived the tribulation here. Anyway, the distance is so close, and at our speed, it only takes a stick of incense. Even if something happens, we can still make it in time." The worker propped up a water curtain with his hands, and nodded in the same way.

In this Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches can directly observe what happened in the various Wu clan tribes. If they can arrive within 30 seconds, everyone is naturally not in a hurry.

Through the water curtain, Xiao Xuan was using his sword to resist the ball of light in the picture. As soon as he saw the current situation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches realized something was wrong, and Hou Tu felt heartaches.

"Brother Dijiang, use space to teleport, hurry up!"

Hou Tu anxiously shouted, they had extraordinary eyesight, they could clearly see the movement of the thunder warrior, and they were attacking Xiao Xuan who was resisting the ball of light.

Dijiang didn't talk nonsense, he waved his hand to draw a space passage, and stepped straight in.Behind him, other ancestral witches also stepped in one after another, and quickly rushed to Xiao Xuan's location through the space channel.

"Xiao Xuan, you must not be in trouble."

On the way, Hou Tuxiu frowned, clutched her chest, and said softly.

But in the chaos outside the sky, Immortal Yang Mei, who felt that Xiao Xuan's vitality was rapidly disappearing, immediately traveled through space and rushed to where Xiao Xuan was.His space comprehension is higher, in the chaotic place outside the sky, it is much farther than the positions of the ancestor witches, and he even arrived one step earlier.

San Qing was also rushing over, but when they arrived, the Twelve Ancestral Witch and Immortal Yang Mei had already arrived and were treating Xiao Xuan.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of death."

The moment he saw Immortal Yang Mei, Xiao Xuan's last consciousness also dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Swish"

Everyone in the live broadcast room felt a burst of white light, and then realized that they had returned to the real world.

"Do not!!!"

Someone shouted in despair, and the disconnection of the live broadcast also meant that Xiao Xuan was completely dead.

People were devastated, even though it was only a few days, Xiao Xuan brought them countless profound memories.I don't know when, people discovered that they could not do without this live broadcast room, which is full of mysterious novelty in the world, the joy of witnessing the ancient legends with their own eyes, and finally leaving the single for the anchor Xiao Xuan, no longer a single Blessing of the dog, everything that has been experienced in these few days has brought great shock to people.

In spare time, even if there is no broadcast here, people can chat, laugh and play with their friends in the real world, everything is very real, like a second world.

But now, with Xiao Xuan's death, all of this is like a dream, and when he wakes up from the dream, it disappears.

People are sad, have nostalgia for that world, and memories of themselves, but more of it is a life, the sadness when someone like themselves dies in front of their own eyes, the irresistible, powerless hatred.

People who were born in peaceful times, apart from the elderly in their own families and professional needs, how many people have experienced many times of dying alone in front of their own eyes, and most of them were even sleeping or working when they got the news? .

With the disappearance of consciousness, Xiao Xuan's soul is also dissipating, without the restraint of consciousness, this kind of dissipation is only a momentary thing.

In a blur, Xiao Xuan felt that he was so insignificant. In the endless world, he was like a speck of dust, moving with the wind, unable to control himself at all.

Just watching quietly like this, time goes by, the universe changes, he is still that dust, but there is more breath of time on him.

Time brought him endless vicissitudes, the changes of the universe brought him endless insights, the cycle of life and death, the repetition of flowers blooming and withering, from the birth of life, growth, to old age, the sigh of death.

People are like this, flowers are like this, plants and everything are like this, even the universe born from chaos will eventually perish again and return to chaos.

"It turns out that chaos is all-inclusive."

In a daze, Xiao Xuan seemed to realize something. When the soul was about to disappear, the system took action to preserve the last bit of Xiao Xuan's soul origin.

And it was precisely this initial, most original bit of soul that gave Xiao Xuan time to recover.

His consciousness is gradually waking up, and with the waking up of his consciousness, the Hunyuan Huaxian Jue that has been restored to one also begins to work again.

The soul began to recover, the origin continued to expand, and everything was getting better little by little.

"Chaos is all-encompassing. It turns out that this is the ultimate point of the Hunyuan Transformation Immortal Art."

Xiao Xuanruo realized something, before he just turned ninety-nine into one, but he forgot that one is not chaos, but is born from chaos, and only by discarding the last one, can one cultivate the true Hunyuan Transformation Immortal Art.Otherwise, even if he survives the catastrophe, he will not become a fairy.

"This time, thank you even more."

Feeling the Lei Jie soldier who was about to leave but reappeared and the slight fluctuation on his face, Xiao Xuan thought in his heart.

The soul already had a rudimentary form, and as soon as the rudimentary form appeared, it burst out with immeasurable divine light, illuminating the whole world.

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