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Chapter 300 Twelve Murals (Subscribe)
- too easy

——Heaven and earth have not yet opened, the strongest in the chaos, the Supreme Court of God.

——God name: Haotian
- in the beginning

——The world was first opened, the one who destroyed chaos, the creator of all puzzles, and the smasher of history.Eyes hidden behind the curtain.

——The battle with Taiyi ended the rule of the gods, and the post-world was initially established in the power of the two, and light and darkness were born.

—— Taishi

——All things are born, the universe is established, born in endless light.The opposite of evil, the witness of the mist, the god who walks on the earth.

——Referred to as the king of Taishi.
Wu Hao only chatted and recorded three messages.The latter two are Tai Su and Tai Chi.These two words were recorded during these two nights, and everything else is unknown.

As for the last two pages, they were left blank.

He is not going to record it anymore, but wants the book of Revelation to automatically evolve new content based on the previous five pages.

It's not that he doesn't want to write down carefully, but he feels that after writing the fifth page, an extreme resistance has formed, the sense of repulsion is strong, and even the input energy is rapidly dissipating.

Even with the blessing of Taiji characters, it won't work.

The sixth page and the seventh page cannot be written at all.

This is Revelation resisting.

It forbids Wu Hao to continue writing.

Even the previous content can only be briefly written, and the content setting is too complete to be carried out.

Wu Hao tried many times, but he couldn't open the sixth and seventh pages.

Do not know why!

The first three pages are a little more specific, and these three pages correspond to his three identities.

Taiyi: Haotian!
In the beginning: In the beginning!

Taishi: An angel in the world!
Taiyi represents the chaotic and unknown state of the universe.In the beginning, it represents the beginning of the world and the state of the birth of all things.Taishi represents the master of light and the king of the world.

"never mind!"

"If you don't want to write, don't write."

Withdrawing the energy in his hand, Wu Hao sighed.

Anyway, as long as five are enough for him to open the barrier between light and darkness, and enter the interior to explore the hidden secrets of light and darkness.

Looking at the huge apocalypse, he showed a pensive expression.

This book is mysterious and extraordinary.Don't look at just recording some information now, but Wu Hao always feels that these information seem to be affecting something in the dark.

At the very least, it is incredible that he can resist the dual power of him and the angel of the world.

You know, even those taboo items, Wu Hao can destroy them.

Using divine eyes to observe, what I saw was nothingness, as if this book did not exist.

Perhaps the apocalypse is not yet fully developed?
What would happen to the book if all seven pages were recorded?
After thinking for a moment, Wu Hao restrained his own strength, the black and white wings slowly retracted behind him, and flew into the void again.

Only then did I realize that the huge book had moved a little bit at some point, and in that vacant position, the black and white barrier formed a huge vortex with a diameter of tens of meters.

The vortex exudes a faint luster, and you can faintly see countless fragmented images like photos rotating in it.

Can I go in?
This is the channel?

Wu Hao pondered, and the next moment his figure flickered and disappeared into the passage.

He went in.

The Book of Revelation shone with a slight luster. Long after Wu Hao had disappeared, the sixth page was quietly opened, and a line of words was slowly written down.

——Fate has started its cycle again.Everything is about to begin.

This is a very dark sky.

Sparse, rancid acid rain is constantly falling from the sky.

The sun was dim, and one could see Nuoda's sun, half of which had turned into darkness, while the other half exuded almost invisible gloomy sunlight.

This ray of light cannot even illuminate the entire world.

In the sun, there is no trace of temperature, it is extremely cold.But the darkness of the other half is still eating away at the remaining light at a rapid speed.

Similar to the sound of sirens, the sound of wind chimes came from far away from the sun.

On the other side, under the endlessly distant horizon, a huge blood moon half-wrapped the incomplete bright moon, forming a strange and distorted appearance.

It is like deformed twins, half crawling on the horizon, the blood color and the brilliance of the bright moon are entangled, and the horizon is completely dyed blood red.

In the void on the left, piles of half-collapsed buildings are floating there out of thin air. The endless sea water comes from nowhere, completely submerging that void into a sea of ​​water.

In the void on the right, the space is torn apart, forming lines like broken mirrors. Drops of blood are dripping onto the ground along these broken lines.

The earth, the tall and short houses, the city without a trace of human habitation, the scorched land, no plants, no creatures, no breath of life.

In the air, there is a faint smell of sulfur, a restless atmosphere that seems to be born in it.

Obviously it is raining acid, the sun is dim and there is no warmth, but it will make people who are in it feel a little hot in their hearts.

All of this seems to indicate that this is a world that is about to be destroyed and has completely sunk.

Wu Hao shook his head with a solemn expression.

At this moment, he is in a huge black corridor.

In front of him, inside the corridor, were hung twelve huge murals, each of which was hundreds of square meters in size.The pictures I saw before are the patterns recorded on these murals.

These murals, just looking at them, seem to pull themselves into that shattered world.

Strong emotional impact, contagious, almost irrepressible.Even Wu Hao himself, who is so powerful and grotesque, couldn't help but immerse himself in these murals after seeing them, unable to extricate himself.

It seems to have magic power.

After entering the interior of the black and white enchantment, the place he came to was this huge black corridor.

A promenade that can't be seen at a glance.

And these twelve murals are the only objects in this corridor.

He originally thought that he would enter the world of the Holy See that was being conceived, or the original main city of the Holy See, but he did not expect to appear in this corridor.

"Wait, it seems to say that if you want to enter the world of the Holy See inside the black and white barrier, you need to unlock the secrets of light and darkness."

"So, the vortex I entered when I wrote the text in the Book of Revelation was not the passage to enter the world of the Holy See, but to send myself to the place where the secrets of light and darkness are unraveled?"

"This black corridor contains dark secrets?"

"Only by untying it can we move on?"

"So...there is an all-white corridor of light?"

Wu Hao rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Anyway, as long as it comes, it will be safe.

The dark secret is probably hidden in the huge twelve murals, so it is necessary for him to study it again.

Look at the first mural again, that is, the mural of the black pollution eroding the sun.

Observing carefully this time, Wu Hao suddenly discovered that the hidden patterns of this mural are somewhat special. Those patterns, those tiny protrusions, upon careful inspection, actually contain some special fluctuations and rhythms.

"This is."

Wu Hao stretched out his hand and stroked it, feeling it carefully.

It's fonts!
It is information!
——The beginning of the cataclysm

——The loss of the sun, the transfer of authority.

——Since the combination of 'root' and 'source', everything has been predestined.

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