Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

The endless profound Yin heavy water hit Qin Xuan's body.

Every time Qin Xuan scored, he was almost under the pressure of breaking his muscles and bones.

But he seemed indifferent.

Unscrupulous as he looked at Qin Xuan, he couldn't even imagine how Qin Xuan did it.

With such pressure, no one can keep his face unchanged.

But Qin Changqing did it!

At a height of four thousand feet, surpassing the ten major star regions tens of millions of years ago, there were not many heavenly arrogances in the Immortal Phoenix Kingdom, and no one in the Return to Void Realm was here, not to mention the Nascent Soul Realm.

But Qin Changqing did it!

The profound Yin heavy water, the pressure of the Phoenix Blood Mountain, if you are someone else, even if you have the heart, you are powerless. Being able to reach this height is definitely not perseverance, Dao Xin can do it, and it represents true strength.

But he, Qin Changqing, is still climbing.

This is enough to prove that his Qin Changqing's strength has long surpassed the many arrogances of the Immortal Phoenix Divine Kingdom and the Ten Great Star Regions tens of millions of years ago.

A cultivator in the Yuan Ying realm, but tens of millions of years ago, the fairy phoenix divine kingdom and the immortal vein great nation were in harmony with each other.

It's too incredible and too shocking.

Even if it is the Divine Phoenix Kingdom, how can you think that after thousands of years, the Divine Phoenix Kingdom will be destroyed and become a relic, but there is one person stepping on the Phoenix Blood Mountain in the Divine Phoenix Kingdom where no one has ever climbed before. Like the many arrogances that swept the era.

Four thousand one hundred feet, four thousand two hundred feet...

Unscrupulous eyes fell on Qin Xuan. In the vast water of profound Yin, Qin Xuan's body seemed to have cracks faintly.

Essence surging in the cracks, overflowing from it, every strand of essence seems to be burning like a flame.

"Donor, it's just a mountain, why bother?" He inevitably worried, "This level is enough for all living beings to look up, and it is enough to make the cultivators of the Immortal Phoenix Relic look daunted."

"Even if you climb the peak, what's the point? Just put it below it's true."

He sighed bitterly, unscrupulous has never seen such a firm mind, or even more so, a person who is obsessed with not understanding.

Cracks appeared on Qin Xuan's body, which proved that Qin Xuan had also reached the limit.

If you continue to climb the summit, you will face the collapse of your body.

How about reaching the summit? If the body collapses, it is meaningless.

As sentient beings think in their hearts, what about getting the treasure? If there is no life, it will not be nothing.

Unscrupulous words were heard, Qin Xuan remained indifferent.

He steps up the mountain, doing his best every step of the way.

"You can't climb a mountain, why ask the road!" Qin Xuan's indifferent voice sounded, but in the midst of the torrential waves, it seemed to be a little weak.

"All beings look up? How about looking awe? I, Qin Changqing, climbed over this mountain. That's because I, Qin Changqing, wanted to do with all beings?"

Qin Xuan looked at the front, as if under the pressure of ten thousand mountains, the heaven and the earth collapsed, and he was extremely calm: "The meaning of the summit is not in all beings, but in me..."

"Qin Changqing!"

As the sound fell, Qin Xuan's body suddenly burst into immeasurable brilliance.

The eight desolate war patterns are intertwined with the cracks on the body, and all the essence is as if covering the surface of his body at this moment.

"How can a mountain and a river stop me from Qin Changqing!"

Suddenly, under Qin Xuan's feet, like a billion-dollar force, the feather of the nine young chicks behind it seemed to disintegrate at this moment.

The Golden Wing Roc was wailing at its feet, and it had already withstood the limit.

Jinpeng is a strong body, but after all, it is also a magical power of the cultivation world, and it also has its limits.

There were more cracks on Qin Xuan's body, and the heavy water of Xuan Yin above it rolled over.

It seems as if all the generations ask the immortals, as if all the immortals ask the emperor to ask for longevity, only this world, but billions of years and trillions of years, remains unchanged.

Heaven and earth will not change their roots due to manpower. Beings, the strongest, are also as difficult as heaven and earth.

But after all, there are some people who don't respect the heaven and the earth, don't fear the heaven and the way, knowing that there is no life, and they go against the sky.

It seems that no matter how high and wide the world is, it is hard to limit, idealistic.

In a sudden, Qin Xuan braved the wind and waves, and it had already passed five thousand feet.

This height was almost unprecedented after the existence of Huangxue Mountain.

Tens of millions of years ago, among the ten major star regions, the name of the fairy phoenix was the real world of cultivation, and no one did it. After these tens of millions of years, there was one person who used magical powers, sacrificed magic weapons, and carried people. Go up and go against the mountain.

Five thousand and one hundred meters, Qin Xuan's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were calm.

Five thousand two hundred zhang, blood-stained clothes, his eyes were calm and motionless.

Five thousand three hundred zhang, blood was oozing all over his body, that robe and Tianyun clothes seemed to have been soaked in blood.

The blood even followed Qin Xuan's arm and poured onto the unscrupulous body.

Unscrupulous can feel the blood, as hot and hot as phoenix blood, as if it is the ruthlessness of heaven, and it is difficult for the temperature of this blood to drop by half.

Not only that, Wuliang was even more aware of the terrifying spirit contained in Qin Xuan's blood.

These blood, like dragons and phoenixes, are already a kind of treasure.

Until now, Wuliang understood the extent of Qin Xuan's body.

Body like a dragon and a phoenix!

The starry sky is supreme, the dragon and phoenix are the existence of millions of people who look up and awe. Looking at the cultivation world, some people often describe all kinds of terrible people with their bodies like dragons and phoenixes, but how many people can really do it?

This time, Wuliang stopped persuading him. He looked at Qin Xuan with awe in his eyes.

In such a state of mind, how could he be unscrupulous.

"There are people in the world who can do this, but the little monk is sad, thinking that he has done his best!"

"It seems that the little monk is really dull, and his life has not been lost, so how can he talk about exhaustion and life."

Wuliang murmured, and finally Wuliang felt that the surrounding pressure, as if at this moment, all disappeared.

His eyes paused slightly, he looked ahead, and in front of him, there was already the red sky bridge.

Climb!

Qin Xuan did it, five thousand four hundred zhang, on the top of Huangxue Mountain, but now there are two people, one covered in blood, and one holding Buddha's salute.

Qin Xuan stepped on this Huangxue Mountain, his eyes were calm, and the pressure on his body quietly disappeared.

Five thousand four hundred zhanghuang blood mountain, has blocked so many arrogances, the Buddha of Da Zizai Temple, Zhao Xunxian, and even tens of millions of years ago in the realm of amazing talents.

Including his previous life, Qin Xuan himself was still frustrated in this mountain.

"It's just a mountain. When it reaches the peak, it will..."

Qin Xuan's body shook slightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly provoked, as if endless arrogance.

"It's just that!"

The simple five-character, if you look at the vast sky of stars, look at the ten star regions, Mahayana is the supreme, it is not as good as it.

The unscrupulous person on the side looked at the infinite scenery on the top of the mountain, and he turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan.

Suddenly, he folded his hands together and bends down into a salute.

"The little monk took the liberty, still puzzled!"

"The way of a benefactor is not in all beings, not in others, or even in oneself!"

"Then the donor, what do you want?"

This puzzled him for too long, and Qin Xuan broke his Buddhist path with a single finger at the great dispute.

Now, Qin Xuan has given up his life and forgot to die, climbing the 5,400 zhang Huangxue Mountain.

He wondered, what exactly supported Qin Xuan?

For all beings, Qin Xuan said before, what to do with all beings.

If it is for others, for others, why is this so?

If it is for oneself...there is nothing to say about being oneself.

Qin Xuan faintly looked at Wuxin, standing in the blood, he chuckled.

"I asked Qin Changqing, immortal respect, devil fear, ghost horror, Buddha fear, demon shock... the emperor must bow his head."

His words were indifferent, scattered in the strong wind on the five thousand four hundred zhanghuang blood mountain.

The way of my Qing Emperor Qin Changqing is beyond comparison.

How can all beings understand?