Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

There was deathly silence in the entire courtyard.

There are fragments of magic treasure reflecting the moonlight on the ground, but it looks even more terrifying.

The ten great guardians of the Demon Shadow Sect were pale, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding. They were all shocked to the extreme.

They had never seen such a terrible existence, only by relying on their bodies, they shattered the sixth-rank magic weapon.

"Yingzun, what kind of monster is this guy!?" The guardian swallowed his saliva and looked at the magic shadow.

Mo Ying's face was extremely solemn, and he had never seen it before.

Even Zhentian Xuantian Sect's body cultivation had never had such a terrifying existence.

"No wonder it's so rampant!" Mo Ying took a deep breath. He looked at Qin Xuan and slowly said, "Unfortunately, you still have to die here today."

"Sixth-Rank Magic Treasure can hardly hurt you, is it impossible, and fifth-Rank Heavy Treasure, also hard to hurt you?" The demon shadow's body was shocked, and a silver light appeared in his hand, tearing the night, and came straight to Qin Xuan.

"Five-Rank Breaking Yuan Demon Needle!"

Among the ten great guardians, someone spoke, and there was a burst of excitement in his eyes.

The Demon Needle of Breaking the Origin can easily penetrate the Void Returning Realm Protecting the True Origin. Not only that, this needle penetrates the bloodline and can directly penetrate the Dantian.

"As expected to be the Shadow Venerable, I would like to see if this person can block these five-rank heavy treasures!"

"Yingzun does it, this person will definitely die!"

Voices sounded one after another, but Mo Ying did not dare to be careless.

The magic in his body rolled, pouring out to Qin Xuan.

The silver needle fell, and Qin Xuan looked at the silver needle. This time, he had never shaken his body hard.

It's not that it can't be stopped, but... his clothes are the last one, and if it is damaged, it will be very troublesome.

The dignified Qing emperor, unclothed, would be laughable and generous.

Quietly, Qin Xuan palms the sword, and the Eternal Sword falls into Qin Xuan's hand.

Hum!

With a sword chant, I saw that the hair-thin silver needle just collided with the tip of the Eternal Sword.

There were ripples, like a knife slashing around, and the ground was quietly torn into a crack.

Mo Ying's complexion changed suddenly, his mind moved, and the silver needle suddenly turned, as if forming a thread in the night, avoiding the edge of the eternal sword, and heading around Qin Xuan.

At this moment, beside Qin Xuan, there seemed to be countless lines of light, which were all traces of the Demon Needle.

Every time, the Devil's Needle was blocked by the Eternal Sword, as if that sword was a barrier between heaven and earth, unbreakable.

"If it hadn't been burned, this person would undoubtedly die, why should it be so hard!" Mo Ying squinted, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

A roll of anger already appeared in his heart, and a layer of icy suffocation spread across his face.

Suddenly, Mo Ying's eyes changed slightly, and there was a voice of doubt behind him.

"It's raining!?"

"What's the matter, Haoyue is in the sky, there is no cloud in the sky, how can raindrops fall?"

The top ten guardians of the Demon Shadow Sect are all in a cloudless sky, but it rains down.

The body protector's true essence is propped up, and drops of drizzle fall from its body protector's true essence, wetting the earth.

Mo Ying couldn't help but frown. He looked at Qin Xuan, and the Po Yuan Mo Needle suddenly retracted.

The sky is cloudless, but it rains drizzle, which is too weird.

"You're fucking!?"

The Po Yuan Demon Needle was suspended in front of the Demon Shadow, and he looked at Qin Xuan solemnly.

Qin Xuan stood with the sword, smiled faintly, but never responded.

Quietly, the sound of wind swept again, and Qin Xuan's body suddenly raised a breeze, and the surrounding drizzle was swaying.

In this courtyard, it was a cloudless place, but wind and rain appeared.

There was a slight throbbing in Mo Ying's heart, and he became more disturbed.

"court death!"

He made a cold voice, and saw the Demon Needle of Pouring Origin come out again. Not only that, a skeleton appeared in front of the Demon Shadow.

The purple-black skull seemed to swallow everything, and his eyes were burning like blood-like flames.

Five-Rank Heavy Treasure, Soul Calming Skull Seal!

For a moment, the drizzle around, the sound of the wind seemed to freeze in the air, forming a domain.

Not only that, the repressive power of this soul-suppressing skeleton seal swept across, seeming to stop the drizzle and breeze in this world.

Including Qin Xuan's body, in Qin Xuan's body, the void seems to be freezing, and the surrounding air is like steel.

Qin Xuan's eyes remained as usual, the Po Yuan Demon Needle was already present, and Qin Xuan suffered from his body, and the body protector's true essence emerged.

The Essence Essence Demon Needle, which was enough to easily break into the Void Realm Protector's True Essence, this time, as if hitting the copper wall and iron wall, Qin Xuan's protector's True Essence was slightly turbulent, and nothing happened.

"what!?"

A horror flashed in Mo Ying's eyes, and immediately, a faint drop of rain sounded.

Tick!

The drizzle and the breeze, which were originally imprinted by the soul-suppressing skeleton, were actually moving, as if the force of suppression could hardly move the slightest.

"what happened!?"

"Where did the wind and rain come from!?"

"It's weird, Yingzun!"

Voices rang from the mouths of the ten great guardians, and they also felt uneasy.

As a demon monk, playing with the soul is commonplace, but now he feels a little creepy.

Gradually, the wind and rain became stronger and stronger, the drizzle had melted down, and the breeze had screamed fiercely.

In the midst of this turbulent wind and rain, Qin Xuan finally spoke, and his voice came through the wind and rain and fell into the ears of eleven people including the Demon Shadow.

"It just so happens that I just broke through, the generation of dust, it is already honored to be able to fall into this way!"

Qin Xuan was indifferent, amidst the wind and rain covering the ears, the Eternal Sword moved lightly.

"Be careful!"

The Demon Shadow shouted, at this moment, the anxiety in his heart had been condensed to the extreme.

Immediately, he put away the Demon Needle, the soul calming skull print exuding magic light, enveloped him.

Suddenly, the violent storm stagnated, and then, in this world, all the wind and rain, even the raindrops that had wetted the ground, condensed on the Eternal Sword.

Qin Xuan held the sword, the ground broke open, raindrops were endless, and the wind swept through, all of them merged into the eternal sword.

The body of the Eternal Sword was covered with a hazy green light under the wind and rain.

Qin Xuan held the sword, looked at the eleven people, and smiled softly.

The next moment, he stepped out.

The whole person seems to disappear in this wind and rain.

Mo Ying's pupils shrank to the extreme, but he couldn't even see Qin Xuan's trace.

Not only that, but the top ten guardians behind him are even more dazed.

Until, Qin Xuan appeared behind these eleven people.

He still held the sword and stood quietly in the air.

The wind and rain behind him have long since disappeared, leaving only the messy ground.

I saw the Eleven Demon Shadows, headed by the top ten guardians behind them, and quietly, one person was annihilated into a blood mist, and as a breeze passed by, the blood mist dispersed, and there was no bones left.

After that, the other nine guardians turned into blood fog and annihilated in the air.

Demon Shadow's pupils trembled, and his body was also collapsing, even he didn't know where the sword came from, and when it hit him.

His body is also quietly disintegrating, but his body has not turned into a blood mist, and on his broken clothes, there are purple crystals that turned out to be a puppet.

But the purple puppet gradually disappeared into nothingness.

Qin Xuan slowly put away the Eternal Sword, looked up at Haoyue that day, and smiled faintly.

I came from the wind and rain, sweeping the dust with my sword.

In his dantian, the wind and rain Daozhong lit up a dim brilliance.

The eleven princes behind him, except for the magic shadow, are all dead, like dust.

Vanished!