Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the fighting Buddhist temple, Qin Xuan fell under a bodhi tree.

There are tables and chairs here, and he often stayed here with the monk in white in his previous life.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and Taiqing Lao Dao and the white-clothed monk soon appeared here.

Xiao Wu supported Duanian, which was almost bloody, like a puddle of mud.

"Little friend is cruel!" Taiqing veteran shuddered while looking at Duanian's miserable appearance.

"It's kindness to spare her life. If he weren't the teacher of Xiao Wu, how can he kill him?" Qin Xuan said calmly, "If you don't accept a Buddhist temple, then destroy the temple."

With the madness of his voice, the white-clothed monk and Taiqing veteran shook their heads slightly.

"Are you recovering from your injury?" The white-clothed monk stared at Qin Xuan.

"Never!" Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, his injuries were too serious, and now he is only recovering from his spiritual thoughts.

The ink-colored shirt on his chest was faintly empty.

"However, sooner or later!" Qin Xuan's eyes passed a touch of indifference.

Taixuan Shengzong, he will be destroyed sooner or later.

"You haven't recovered from your injury?" Jun Wushuang said, "I have a pill in my hand..."

"No, it's because the pill can heal the injury." Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, his waist shook slightly, and pots and cups appeared.

"Sit down!" Qin Xuan said faintly, as if the guest was overwhelmed.

But the monk in white didn't care, and took a seat directly.

"The pill can't heal, is there something I can help?" The white-clothed monk slowly said, "All come from the homeland, you are welcome!"

"I won't be polite." Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and his light passed by Jun Wushuang's still standing figure.

"When did you become so hesitant, unlike you!"

"Between you and me..."

"If you divide it so clearly, you won't stay!" Qin Xuan said, then ignored him, and looked at Xiao Wu faintly, "You take your master to heal your injuries."

Xiao Wu nodded lightly and Yu Hong left.

Jun Wushuang sighed and slowly took his seat.

She likes to control everything, and this has been true since she entered the realm of cultivation.

Now, she suddenly discovered that two hundred years later, from Huaxia to this vast sky of stars, nothing seemed to have changed.

Under the linden tree, there seemed to be a slight silence.

Only the heat is like a thread, permeating the void.

"Little friend, what are your plans next?" Old Tai Qing said, and he shook his head slightly, "This time, the little friend is making too much trouble, Tai Xuan Shengzong, and five old monsters of crossing the tribulation realm."

"There should be only four!" Qin Xuan took a sip of tea and said lightly: "A thousand saints must die!"

The sound made the eyes of all three present slightly tremble, Qian Sheng must die? But Qian Sheng is still in Taixuan Shengzong.

Qin Xuan seemed to see through the three people's thoughts, and said lightly: "He is just preparing for the funeral. Before he completely triggered the catastrophe, even if it was delayed, it would not exceed two years."

"Fighting with me, he is not unscathed!"

"The horror of Heavenly Tribulation can be killed in the slightest, not to mention his delay in crossing the Tribulation Realm to the limit."

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "What's more, when he crosses the catastrophe, I will give him a big gift!"

Amidst the voice, Qin Xuan's gaze flashed across the ice.

Qin Changqing, his chest is still hit hard, how can he live?

Taiqing Lao Dao took a breath, as if he knew what Qin Xuan was planning to do again.

The white-clothed monk folded his hands together and bowed his eyebrows and said, "I can go and cross the Tribulation Realm.

Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, "You can do it alone, but behind you is the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, and your three thousand disciples are still there."

The white-clothed monk sighed lightly, and he slowly said: "You have to be careful, Tai Xuan Shengzong, it's not just the old monsters who cross the Tribulation Realm. It is said that the immortal veins can lead immortals into the world, and you must not forget, Tai Xuan Shengzong will return There is a Tianjiao who ranks eleventh on the immortal list but has not yet appeared."

Qin Xuan smiled nonchalantly, if he didn't agree.

The white-clothed monk slowly said: "One more thing, there are rumors in the realm of comprehension. It is said that your demon lord Qin Xuan is the Qing Emperor Qin Changqing, the wind and thunder sect of all things, not to be underestimated."

Although he knew it, Qin Xuan was Qin Changqing.

But the world is not clear, nor is it clear to the Wind and Thunder All Things Sect.

"Xianmai, I can kill Tianxuan, but I can't kill him Bai Qingtu?" Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, "I want to see, he Bai Qingtu has the heart to die!"

The monk in white shook his head slightly, he was once as arrogant as Qin Xuan.

But in the end, the prison locks up and the red face is killed. He realizes that he is a monk, and he walks thousands of miles.

He seemed to be on Qin Xuan, seeing his shadow in the past.

"The long-term deeds will be regarded as disasters." The white-clothed monk murmured softly, no longer persuading each other.

Qin Xuan's eyes were light, he naturally knew the past of the monk in white clothes.

But unlike the monk in white clothes, he has already overlooked all beings.

Xianmai might be terrible, but it can be the peak in the realm of cultivation, but in front of him, Qin Changqing, it is not enough to even enter the hall.

"Qin Xuan, what the Fighting Buddha said is reasonable." Jun Wushuang whispered: "You can only bear everything yourself, and no one can help you. That is Xianmai, we are all powerless!"

Qin Xuan let out a laugh, he looked at Jun Wushuang, "Do you think I need help?"

"But you are hurt!" Jun Wushuang frowned.

"Small injuries, why don't you hang your teeth!"

"What if you are killed next time?" Jun Wushuang's eyes trembled slightly, and Yu's hand clenched a fist.

"will not!"

"The vast sky of stars changes rapidly." Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Xuan, "You can't die, Haoer can't be without a father."

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, he looked at Jun Wushuang, and said lightly: "I won't die, even if the fifteen great immortal veins are exhausted, and I want to kill me, there is nothing more like a mayfly shaking a tree."

"Jun Wushuang, the sea of ​​stars is floating and sinking, whether you are on the shore or Xiao Wu, you are all like people on the bank, and I must also sail against the current. The boat travels so fast that Feier and others can catch up. Drown."

"Everything, I am Qin Changqing."

Qin Xuan took a sip of tea, "This is why I married you in the first place, not Mo Qinglian, and why you can sit in front of me, if you change to Mo Qinglian, or..."

Qin Xuan's gaze paused slightly, "I have already driven people out!"

"Neither you nor Xiao Wu are reckless people, let alone fire-fighting moths."

Jun Wushuang pursed her lips, she trembled faintly.

"If one day, you really fall..."

"Then watch me fall and take good care of Haoer."

Qin Xuan said lightly: "It won't be that day, don't forget, you are no longer my Qin Xuan's wife, but you are still Haoer's mother."

"Qin Xuan!" Jun Wushuang's eyes flushed, "You really are so cruel?"

What she was referring to was to her, to Haoer, and to Qin Xuan to herself.

"Say so impatient, why bother."

Qin Xuan sighed softly, and patted Jun Wushuang on the shoulder gently, wiping his tears.

"It's the cultivation world, want to bury me Qin Changqing?"

"Not enough!"