Every once in a while, Cao Qingxun's hand knife would rise and fall. After repeating it seven or eight times in a row, he analyzed the last rune, which is also the last hexagram of the sixty-four hexagrams - Weiji hexagram.

Wang Jun followed his memory and said: "Wei Ji, Heng, the little fox is just Ji Ji, and it is useless to wet its tail."

The ancient book in Wang Jun's palm glowed with light and vibrated continuously.

He ignored it and continued: "The lower ridge and the upper ridge are separated, and water and fire have not been rescued. Things cannot be exhausted, so if they are received without help, they will end."

This hexagram uses the metaphor of failing to cross the river to illustrate the principle that "things are inexhaustible".

The more Wang Jun chanted, the more changes occurred in the first volume of the Book of Truth.

Flowers, flying catkins, stardust, dew drops, flames, broken gold, dust...

Many substances appeared out of thin air around the ancient book. Various substances resonated with each other, causing each other to merge into a ball, forming a special substance that could not be recognized.

Immediately afterwards, these substances formed a double door like a fluid.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were footsteps coming from all around, distant and grand, like a majestic being strolling through the void.

His goal is clear - the vast knowledge contained in the 72 runes.

The huge portal gradually solidified and finally became fixed. The background of the door was green, like bronze that had been buried for a long time.

Squeak~~~~~~

The door slowly opened, revealing the dark void inside.

Suddenly, bright white light flashed across, filling every inch of the surrounding space.

Immediately afterwards, the light turned to darkness, and a pure white human figure appeared in the center, completely composed of the light of truth.

He has no face and his body shape is similar to that of an ordinary person.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The pure white figure walked step by step, and the footsteps coming from the void became clearer and clearer.

Wang Jun felt great pressure, as if every cell in his body was trembling.

The pure white man walked closer, stretched out his right arm, and the light-condensed palm covered Wang Jun's forehead.

After being shrouded in black light, Wang Jun could not resist.

Cao Qingxun could not move, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in a specific time and space.

He could see, hear, and sense everything around him, but he couldn't make any response.

Strong, strong, strong...

It is impossible to know what the combat effectiveness of the pure white type is.

But that door is not an illusion, but a real thing!

A genuine void creature, coupled with this sense of oppression, is simply unbelievable.

Is our world always being watched by him or them?

Just like humans caring for livestock? He is also caring for humans...

Cao Qingxun's association fermented in his heart, and his eyes changed slightly.

From fear to worry, from worry to confusion, from confusion to calmness, from calmness to determination.

Today, whether alive or dead, He must be exposed to the world!

We are not without hope. Lao Sun is in City No. 36. He is the strongest lv5 warrior in the world and can crush all enemies.

So what about the cross-level challenge? It’s just that... I’m afraid that Old Sun’s life will have to be taken care of.

We are both 100-year-old old guys. If we can really eliminate him, it will be worthwhile.

Cao Qingxun's whole body was stiff and motionless, but Sun Lutang's smile appeared in his heart, as well as the words he heard the old man say countless times: "What's the point of fearing death?"

That’s right! Who the hell is a mere god-breaker? How dare he touch my closed disciple?

The energy in Cao Qingxun's body was floating, collapsing and shrinking inward, and the aura of life was compressing and re-compressing. He was quietly preparing to self-destruct.

The self-destruction of a top level 4 person is enough to arouse the vigilance of the outside world.

Ye Zhen and Su Qinjue are both waiting outside. They are not ordinary people, and they will definitely find the most appropriate way to deal with it.

Lao Sun's perception is sharp enough, and he will definitely feel it immediately.

Even the Zhao family, Lin family, Kobe, Leon, Red Umbrella Company... will all rush over.

His eyes were resolutely unafraid of death, but Cao Qingxun only felt sorry for Wang Jun.

Being so close, he self-destructed and could only slightly control the power of light, which could ensure Wang Jun's survival, but he would definitely be severely damaged, which would more or less affect his talent and potential.

However, this matter has to be done!

The pure white type in front of me must be the enemy of mankind.

Although He never expressed his position clearly, He was indifferent to life in his actions and regarded human beings as nothing more than grass.

He must be a great disaster in this world. The sooner we gather the power of many forces, the more likely it is to eliminate him.

The pure white palm fell, and Cao Qingxun decided to die. It only took a moment. It is a long story, but in fact it is very short.

Suddenly, 72 runes glowed with glimmering light.

Ripples of light enveloped Wang Jun, and his body surface seemed to be covered with a gemstone shell.

When the pure white palm touches the gem shell, it is quickly retracted as if it was electrocuted and set on fire.

"No!"

A shocking syllable came from the door.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the pure white type withdrew his hand and retreated back into the door.

The glimmer of colored glaze overflowed from the gem shell, pulling at the pure white man's hand, and intruding into the door.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jun thought of the sugar threads of the shredded taro, which can be thick or thin, but they are extremely sticky. Every time the dish is served, it is difficult to separate each shredded taro once it gets cold.

At this time, the situation faced by the pure white type is somewhat similar, but a hundred times stronger.

His palms, elbows, arms, shoulders...

His head, torso, thighs, calves...

The "sugar threads" were wrapped more and more, so much that He, who was supposed to symbolize "truth", roared irrationally: "Damn it!!!"

Inside the portal, the void is shattered, and traces are crisscrossed like a spider web.

His voice passed through the door and turned into unidentifiable symbols.

The symbol contains the breath of "truth" and flows upstream to form an invisible waterfall.

As a result, the thin "sugar threads" broke, and the thick "sugar threads" shook to pieces. The pure white figure broke free from the shackles of the glazed light threads and stretched out an arm and half of its head.

Pupilless eyes suddenly appeared on the blank face, and countless tentacle eyelashes extended outward, swallowing up the surrounding glazed light.

At this time, the 72 runes are divided into two groups. One group is the core 8 runes, arranged in eight directions, constructing the innate Bagua chart. The other group is the sixty-four hexagrams, which are combined to form a

The circle of the sky.

The two patterns emitted light at the same time, and the originally weak colored glaze gained the support of new power.

Bang bang bang...

After the continuous vibration, the colored glaze bloomed like a flower, like fireworks, and the light that had been reduced by more than half grew stronger again.

Before the door closed, the glazed light opened a gap as wide as a palm.

Immediately afterwards, the number of glazed light threads increased dramatically, covering the pure white form.

"Roar!!!"

Truth roars, and in its roar conveys His will.

"Since I am the truth, I was born in the cognitive ocean of all sentient beings in this world. I know what the general public knows, and I understand what the human elite understands. There should never be knowledge beyond me in the world."

The large circle formed by the innate Bagua diagram and the sixty-four hexagrams are combined with each other, nested inside and outside, and bloom again.

And this set of light did not point directly at Him, but rushed toward the sky.

The ceiling of the core control room quickly opened, and a round hole the size of a fist opened in the center of the dome, and the glazed light condensed after the 72 runes were reassembled shined through.

Rumble!

Outside the core control room, visible light pillars shot up, connecting the ground and the top of the rock.

Ye Zhen looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.

The rocks on the top were cracked piece by piece, and the winding gaps spread and cracked. The scattered gravel was smashed down in the air, but was controlled by a force and suspended in the air against gravity.

Immediately afterwards, the top of the rock seemed to be lit up with light, and metal lines were exposed inside the broken rocks, as if the tip of a pen were writing ink, drawing a huge pattern - equilateral eight points, subdivided into eight equal large trapezoidal areas.

, a rune is engraved in each area, and the runes shine brightly.

The ground shook violently, with a vague muffled roar, like a sign of an earth dragon turning over.
To be continued...