Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Wuxian looked at the old man in front of him. He was in the coffin, gray-haired, wrinkled, and his skin was loose, wrapped on the bones, skinny, as if he had never had flesh and blood.

She looked at the old man and knew the identity of the old man.

The father of Bai Niangu, the previous Supreme Emperor of the Kingdom of Youxuan, was said to have been buried three thousand years ago, and the Kingdom of Youxuan was mourned throughout the country.

Wuxian felt that her pores were standing upside down, and there was a cool air constantly infiltrating into the skin.

This is not the first time she has come to this sacred mountain. In two years, this is almost the seventh time she has been to this sacred mountain.

There are more than a hundred supreme Dao bones in Wuxian View and Enlightenment, but before this old man, the previous generation of Youxuan Divine Emperor, Bai Cangyang, could not feel the slightest Dao bone aura.

However, as long as the Ten Thousand Bone Killing Techniques that Wuxian cultivated, as long as it was a corpse, she could feel the aura and enlighten her.

But in Bai Cangyang, Wuxian couldn't notice the slightest corpse aura.

The white Cangyang in front of him was obviously lifeless and had fallen.

But there was a horrible thought in Wuxian's heart that made her feel that this white Cangyang was still alive.

Alive! ?

It is not the first time Wuxian has such a thought, but every time she rises, she is dispersed.

How can it be!

How can a dead supreme be still alive?

Could it be the secret method of the Youxuan God's resurrection? This is even more impossible, even more incredible than Bai Cangyang is still alive.

Wuxian looked at Bai Cangyang, with a trace of doubt in his eyes and even more confusion.

She had an urge to open the coffin, so she wanted to probe her hand.

"Girl, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice sounded, Wuxian's palm paused, and he immediately retracted, holding his hand behind him.

She turned her head to look at Tianxu Lao Dao, "Old Taoist, what are you doing here?"

The old Taoist looked at Wuxian with a weird face, "I said, you witch, are you planning to dig someone's coffin? Tsk tsk tsk, old Taoist I often hear that although the Holy Demon Temple is a demon, demon also has a way. This kind of digging of people’s graves is truly utterly conscience and goes against the magic ways of the Holy Demon Temple."

Wuxian's charming face was cold at the moment, she was not polite to this old Taoist priest, "A liar, dare to say the four words of utter conscience?"

"I think, the old Taoist priest, you stayed in the law-forbidden heaven prison for too short time. How about this saint asking you to stay in the prison of ten thousand demons in my holy demon palace for a while after you leave the Youxuan Ancestral Mausoleum? "Wuxian sneered, his eyes overflowing with coldness.

The old Taoist's complexion changed slightly, he waved his hand quickly, and said with a smile: "The saint is polite, I don't like entering the Holy Demon Palace, the old Taoist."

As he said, his gaze also fell on Bai Cangyang.

"This is the father of Bai Niangu, the supreme of the previous generation of Youxuan Divine Kingdom." He stared at the coffin and said, "Old Taoist, I want to realize the restriction, girl, don't disturb me!"

Wu Xian snorted coldly and said no more.

She looked at the coffin of Bai Cangyang, still lingering in her heart.

The old Taoist priest has evolved a kind of magical power in his eyes, peeking at the restriction on the white Cangyang coffin.

Wuxian stepped back 100 meters and made a real battle. He gathered stones into a bed and sat on it.

The more than two hundred supreme Dao bones in the Ten Thousand Bone Diagrams have not yet fully realized the success, but are branded in her heart.

When Wuxian was practicing, a vision appeared behind her, and behind her, more than sixty bones appeared.

There are more than two hundred supreme bones, but now there are more than sixty left.

The Ten Thousand Bone Killing Immortal Secret Art that she cultivated was originally extraordinary. It could be understood that the bones of the world, and the path of white bones is not a weak way. It is almost impossible for ordinary monks to cultivate.

These more than sixty virtual images of white bones are formed by Wuxian's insight into the present, more than two hundred supreme bones, plus the previous nine thousand bones and nine thousand two hundred white bones.

When there was only one bone left in the virtual image behind her, she had already crossed the edge of the Dao.

After all, how can he be compared with a supreme being a true monarch Yuan Ying?

Although the Ten Thousand Bone Killing Technique is called Ten Thousand Bone, in fact, people who practice this technique almost choose to make the ten thousand bones into one in the Hedao realm, and then they melt into the white bone realm and touch the great reincarnation.

When Wuxian cultivated, Tianxu glanced at him and didn't care.

He has grown older than Wuxian, and he was originally a thick-skinned person. He would not be angry with Wuxian.

Tianxu turned his head and looked at the white Cangyang, "I don't know what kind of restrictions this predecessor Youxuan Divine Emperor placed!"

During this period of time, he looked at too many restrictions, but as his inheritance said, he is always inseparable from his ancestry, and he is looking at the prosperous and core of so many restrictions and formations.

His formation cultivation base is now advancing by leaps and bounds, and his realm has even reached the threshold of breakthrough within these three years.

But Tianxu always felt something was wrong, so he didn't dare to slack off.

If he could break through the Tomb of the Emperor Xuan Ancestor, it would be worthwhile for him to venture into the Tomb of the Emperor Xuan Angu and his death.

He comprehended the restriction, and his hands continued to condense. There was a dim light in his hand, but within this dim light, there were a series of patterns. These patterns were unstructured, let alone a large formation, and the sky seemed to be laid casually. .

However, if Qin Xuan observed it, he would definitely find that Tianxu's actions... turned out to be creating an array.

Tianxu is the descendant of the formation immortal, and he knows more than thousands of great formations, but now, he wants to take the initiative to create formations.

Tianxu knows very well that the formations passed down by the Immortal Formation are not a big formation created for him after all.

Every master of formation, who has reached the pinnacle in the way of formation, does not have a large formation created by himself in his hands, it is unique.

Others, after all, belong to others, that is, they are inherited from the immortals, and they may not be as handy as the great arrays they have created.

The most important thing is that Tianxu was awakened by Qin Xuan's actions to break the big formation before, that the formations left by his master, in today's cultivation world, there are many formations that can be solved, although he does not know Qin Xuan How did he learn about the formation he had cultivated before, but if there really were enemies like Qin Xuan, then how could he survive?

Array repair's formation was broken instantly, what power could the array repair use?

Compared with mana and supernatural powers, how can he compare with the arrogances of the cultivation world?

Tianxu had already felt it, and after Qin Xuan broke through the big formation, the idea of ​​creating a new formation has already arisen.

He has ambitions in his heart, wanting to create a unique formation, like his master, leaving a big formation, even if he becomes a fairy, the future generations will still be unbreakable.

It's a pity that it's easy to learn, but difficult to create.

For a full two years, Tianxu has seen and enlightened it for a long time, but it is still just an outline, and even the shadow of the formation has never appeared.

Tianxu retracted his pupil technique, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pointed it on the white Cangyang coffin for restraint.

"This prohibition, if it touches this point, it shouldn't touch anything." Tian Xu smiled, somewhat confident, he already has some experience, not the first time.

A little spiritual light fell on the restriction, and in an instant, the restriction roared, awakening Wuxian and looking towards the sky.

"Old Taoist, what the **** are you doing!" Wuxian glared a little annoyed.

Tian Xu turned his head and said quickly: "It's okay, it's nothing more than testing the perception, there is only sound, and it will not touch the power of prohibition!"

While he was talking, Tianxu seemed to see Wuxian's sluggish expression, especially those pupils, which gave birth to fear, as if he had seen a ghost. In fact, even if he really saw the soul, Wuxian would not. So pale.

Tian Xu turned his head blankly with some doubts, and followed Wuxian's gaze.

Suddenly, the blood on his face faded away in an instant, Tianxu looked at Bai Cangyang and opened his mouth slightly, cold sweat bursting out on his forehead.

Inside the coffin, Bai Cangyang's wrinkled face and closed eyes had opened a gap for some time. After that, the gap grew wider and wider, revealing Bai Cangyang's complete eyes.

This has been buried, there is no life, the entire Mo Yunxing knows the last supreme emperor of the Youxuan Kingdom.

Alive!

In the Tomb of Emperor Youxuan Ancestor, there is a...

Live supreme!