Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

"Hahaha!"

Among the mountains, the crowd laughed.

"Old guy, if he is not the demon master, who is the demon master?"

"Is it possible, did you fail? Or, you have seen the demon master, not this one?"

"At the end of your life, you are no different from an idiot. You dare to comment on the demon lord?"

A pair of eyes stared at the old figure, sneered and fooled.

Even if Qin Xuan's words seemed to be insulting, no one of the strong would care.

Who cares about this candle in the wind?

The young man suddenly raised his head and smiled faintly, "You should have been hit hard by the King of Forbidden City. I don't care about it. I won’t care about it until my cultivation base is restored. Before the King of Forbidden City, whether I am the demon lord, I am It's clear."

He didn't want to pay attention to Qin Xuan, all the strong, and no one had ever believed in this old man, so this young man was at ease.

Qin Xuan looked at the young man quietly, suddenly, as if angry, "You shouldn't fake him, and you can't fake him!"

"Even a trace of what he is carrying is enough to crush you!"

When the sound fell, Qin Xuan coughed suddenly, he wanted to turn around and walk towards the young man.

"presumptuous!"

The demon sovereign was furious, and when even his feet shook, his energy was like a tide, and it hit the Eternal Sword.

In an instant, Qin Xuan rolled backwards.

If it were not for the protection of the eternal sword, he would be annihilated by this energy.

Under the black robe, there was a frost in Tu Xian's eyes, and the black robe was faintly swollen with devilish energy overflowing.

Qin Xuan was a little embarrassed, his clothes were stained with soil, and his white hair was even scattered.

He supported his body trembling from the ground, his rotten hands grasping the soil.

"This sword embryo, something!" The human monk looked at the Eternal Sword quietly, thoughtfully.

"You shouldn't..." Qin Xuan coughed violently, and there was an angry roar around his waist.

On Xuanguang Slashing the Dragon Gourd, Bianqin appeared, and his black body carried Qin Xuan on his back.

Qin Xuan was scattered like this, embarrassed on this back.

"Old guy, there is no end?"

A Demon King yelled, very impatient, and looked at the Mo Ling.

There was also a human monk who spoke with his sleeves, "The two magic weapons in your hand seem to be good. It's time for your death to come, so if you leave it to me."

Biao's voice rumbled, "Wait, dare to be disrespectful!"

"It's a mere smart, dare to be presumptuous!"

You Yaozun's eyes are cold, and in an instant, he has appeared on Binqian.

When he stepped on it, the eternal sword buzzed and blocked the front.

boom!

In the mountains below, a huge crack spread, and the Eternal Sword couldn't help but utter a whine.

It was not used by Qin Xuan, but controlled by the sword spirit. Without the support of Qin Xuan's mana, it could not move the sword at all.

Feng Wei roared, and he suddenly opened his mouth, spouting a mysterious light.

"It's ridiculous!"

The Yaozun sneered, and shook out the profound light casually.

Bianqian roared, looking up to the demon lord to kill.

"roll!"

The demon sovereign kicked suddenly, and kicked the Eternal Sword into the air directly with Bianqian.

"Enough, a piece of rotten wood, why bully, after all, I am a strong person in the realm of cultivation, but now I am just a little confused, just drive out of this mountain." When the demon venerable had to do it again, the young man slowly spoke. Now, his eyes are compassionate, "Am I a demon master? What he said is not counted. How can he mess with me?"

"Everyone, now that the Lord of the Forbidden Kingdom is forbidden, the Lord of the Forbidden Land is a powerful enemy. It is too boring to insult such old and weak!"

Numerous demon gods turned their heads and looked at the young man.

"The demon lord's words are reasonable, Jiaolong, you are also the Mahayana Dragon Blood Demon Venerable, and you are a little bit out of your status if you act on a dying old fellow!"

"The demon lord is merciful. No wonder I thought of the monster blood creatures as food, but the demon lord saved the monster blood creatures and did not hesitate to fight!"

"Rotten Wood, let him decay, don't let your blood stain my hands."

A demon king, a demon king, and a human monk spoke, causing the demon king in the sky to frown.

"Humph!"

The demon sovereign turned around, no longer paying attention to the fangs and sword embryos in the air.

Below, Tu Xian raised his head slightly, his lips were red, but a faint smile was outlined.

"You are not him, you should not pretend to be him!"

"You shouldn't fake him!"

"You shouldn't..."

Qin Xuan was mad, with unkempt hair and babbling.

Except for Tuxian, everyone no longer paid attention to Qin Xuan.

A crazy person, a candle in the wind, why make them care.

The youth frowned slightly, but he felt a little uneasy, feeling that Qin Xuan was a little unusual.

"It's best not to ruin my major things, otherwise, you will never die!"

As soon as he waved his sleeves, he was about to set up a large array, ready to start to swallow the many treasures and elixir.

At this moment, a voice of anger suddenly sounded above Bianqian.

"You shouldn't fake him."

"There is no end!" You Yaozun couldn't help the noise in his ears, his eyes bloomed with murderous intent, "I'm looking for death!"

A demon veteran shook his hand slightly, and a giant hammer emerged, condensing with Dao power, directly blasted towards the sky and the eternal sword.

Biao's pupils shook slightly, roared, and collided with the giant hammer.

Amidst the roar, the aftermath of the sky filled the sky.

"Hey, Jiaolong, did you really kill him?"

"Flies are annoying, even if you die!"

Many strong men coldly glanced at the aftermath, only the hands-on Flood Dragon Demon Venerable, his eyes trembling slightly.

"wrong!"

He suddenly spoke and looked at the aftermath.

I saw the aftermath gradually dissipating, and Bianqian, unharmed, covered everything with a faint green light.

Above Fengwei, the gray-haired gray figure, like a candle in the wind before, was sitting cross-legged on Fengwei's back at this moment.

Qin Xuan's eyes closed slightly, his mouth still murmured.

"What? The vitality in him... this person is not decayed!"

Numerous Demon Lords and Demon Kings also found out. They all sensed the terrifying vitality in Qin Xuan's body, as if it was rising in this person's body during a star burst.

This vitality is too majestic, and even makes the space unbearable.

The Eternal Sword screamed suddenly, like endless ecstasy.

After Bianqian raised his head to the sky and roared, his head hung into the void and kneeled on all fours.

Tu Xian smiled softly, "It's almost a year, and it's finally over."

It was the young man who couldn't help turning his head abruptly and looked at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan was still chattering above Bianqin.

"You are not him, you should not impersonate him."

In the next moment, those eyes suddenly opened, as if they were a universe.

Qin Xuan looked at the strong and the young man, his voice indifferent.

"You are not me, you should not pretend to be me!"

"The mere ants, dare to disrespect, fake my name Qin Xuan!?"

The sound fell, creaked, and above the green hair, as if the ice and snow melted, from the heart of Qin Xuan, if there was a roar of a heavenly drum, shaking around 100,000 miles.

Born from the catastrophe, rotten wood recovers.

Qin Xuan's indifferent gaze fell on the Jiaolong Demon Venerable, and his thin lips that were restored to his blood color slightly opened, with only one word.

"dead!"

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