Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

With endless darkness, Qin Xuan quietly retracted the Eternal Sword.

His eyes were leisurely, and he cut three immortals in succession.

The fairy gate, at this moment, seems to have collapsed.

It seemed as if an endless roar came from it, and there was a hand poked out of it, and then turned into windy sand as if it was rotten.

The three immortals, according to the principles of that day, are already the limit.

Qin Xuan looked at the broken Wind and Thunder Realm, and dispersed all his magical powers.

"A man who knocks the four heavens in the courtyard must use the Azure Emperor Sword!"

Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, he was thinking of his past life.

In the previous life, he entered the court without roots, duckweed, and only one sword. He traveled from the north to the south and spent thousands of years in the fairyland.

All the way, one hundred and eight thousand battles, are all knocked out.

In more than eighty-seven thousand nine hundred battles, he Qin Changqing lost, sixty-three thousand two hundred and seventy-three times, half-step life and death.

For the second time, he entered the Western Regions from the Southern Territories, and has gone through three hundred years.

All the way, 75,000 battles, only more than 10,000 defeats.

For the third time, traveling east from the Western Regions, for two hundred years, knocking on the Nine Heavens of the Tingting Immortal, no one lost.

The Qingdi Sword was thus made.

For him, Qing Emperor Qin Changqing, beat the court invincible!

He shook his wings and walked out of the shattered wind and thunder world, only the hazy sword intent, as if immortal, as if imprinted in the endless darkness, congealed and not scattered.

...

Outside of Broken Wind and Thunder, many immortal masters, many old people, and a group of strong men looked at the broken world, all in a dead silence.

Everyone looked at it, and they couldn't even see what happened in it.

Who wins, who loses! ?

Who lives and who dies?

"Amitabha Buddha." The master of the Immortal Zen Temple murmured at this moment.

There is a sense of awe in his eyes, regardless of life or death, victory or defeat, this Qing Emperor is enough to crush the star sky.

"Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!"

Many people are even more complex to the extreme.

They hope that the wind and thunder will disappear, but they are worried about it.

That is the immortal vein, if the three celestial beings of Fenglei are lost, then in this cultivation world, who can stop him Qin Changqing! ?

The fifteen great immortal veins have been on the top for too long, who can tolerate someone stepping on the fifteen great immortal veins! ?

When the wind and thunder are gone, the fifteen great star realms will be divided by their fourteen great immortal veins, but there is one person who crushes the fourteen great immortal veins.

like? worry! ?

A master of immortal veins is extremely complex, and in the distance, the remaining Mahayana supreme of Fenglei Wanwu Sect, at this moment, is in endless fear.

"Hope my Fenglei Xianzu can kill this person!"

"It must be killed, he Qin Changqing, after all, is just a mortal!"

"Two immortals have fallen. If the third immortal falls, I will die soon!"

"Won't die, Hugh is so nonsense, he Qin Changqing has the power against the sky, how can he kill three immortal ancestors in a row!?"

Numerous Fenglei Supreme looked at the broken Fenglei Realm, one of the eight ancient realms of cultivation, the foundation of his Fenglei Everything Sect, but now it is completely broken.

The destructive power is simply too terrifying. There are more than millions of stars in the wind and thunder world, but at this moment, they are all broken.

At this moment, a figure shook its wings out of the broken wind and thunder world.

White clothes, Cangfa!

"Qin Changqing!"

"Qin Changqing, Emperor Qing!"

"He is still alive!"

There was an uproar throughout the entire star firmament. At this moment, many powerful men and many creatures looked at the white hair, and the heart seemed to have stopped beating at this moment.

Qing Emperor Qin Changqing is alive!

Doesn't that mean... Wind and Thunder All Things Sect, the third immortal, died! ?

The third fairy is gone!

Qing Emperor Qin Changqing, shattered the world of wind and thunder, and cut three immortals in succession! ! !

Nian is like a river, almost swallowing everyone's minds.

Those Immortal Vein Supremes of Fenglei Wanwu Sect, at this moment, are even more like a concubine.

"How is it possible, my Fenglei Xianzu, how could I die!?"

"Impossible! This is impossible! This must be an illusion, an illusion!"

"It's over, everything has results, I'll wait..."

"Flee, run away!"

At this moment, dozens of immortal masters of Fenglei Wanwu Sect had expressions in every way.

Some of them looked at Qin Xuan like falling into hell, but some looked at Qin Xuan and fled frantically.

Qin Xuan looked at the various expressions, the crowds of wind and thunder were supreme, his eyes calm.

"Feng Lei, punish you!"

His thin lips opened slightly, and he slowly exhaled four characters.

Every word is like a starry sky.

In his body, the immortal essence and chaos mana had been emptied by that Zhan Luo sword.

However, his spiritual thoughts did not move the slightest.

Twelve tactics of evergreen, cover the sun and the moon with one thought!

In an instant, a palace of the Azure Emperor flew out of Qin Xuan's eyebrows, disappeared suddenly, and appeared in the supreme supreme immortal vein of the many wind thunder and all things sect.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm and his voice was faint, "Fall!"

Zhanggao Qingdi Hall, in this star dome, is like dust, with a radius of a million miles, but at this moment, it seems to be stagnant.

The space is solid and unbreakable.

No matter how the Xianmai supreme struggles and how to use the power of the Mahayana, it is difficult to shake this supreme thought.

Immediately, with the lightly turning of the Qingdi Palace, the entire universe seemed to be distorted, and dozens of supreme princes were almost crushed.

Even, they never even screamed.

The masters of many immortal veins, endless creatures, at this moment, almost shudder.

Dozens of Xianmai supreme were directly destroyed under the palace transformed by this supreme mind.

That is the supreme Mahayana Immortal Vessel, the pinnacle of the realm of cultivation, even the Immortal Vein War, and it may not die. Now, under the white clothes, like an ant, it is easily shaken out.

"The wind and thunder are punishable! The wind and thunder everything is over!"

"It's completely over, the wind and thunder are gone, the Profound Sky Sect, the Misty Immortal Sect, can they still exist?"

"Qin Changqing, he... which immortal is he actually reincarnated? It's impossible, impossible!"

All beings are in various states, there are joys and worries.

Happy for Qin Xuan's former deceased, the three emperors, fighting against the Buddha, looking at the white figure, as if to congratulate him.

"Little monk congratulations, little friend, punish the enemy!"

"Congratulations, Chi You, little friend, this cultivation world, the vast star sky, should be invincible!"

"Congratulations to Emperor Qing, punish all things sect of wind and thunder!"

The seven shouted loudly, looked at Qin Xuan, and slowly worshipped.

The sound, Ruuo, resounded in this star dome, Ruuo made the many bewildered, shocked, and chaotic creatures awake.

Qin Xuan turned slightly, his hands shook, and in the broken wind and thunder world, a thousand-meter-long immortal veins floated like an island.

Qin Xuan moved his mind slightly, turning his palm into his hand.

He looked indifferently, looked at the seven old friends, and nodded slightly.

As for the others, as far as he can see, they are all bowing their heads.

"Congratulations, the wind and thunder are gone, the world is invincible!"

A soft voice sounded, Tuxian eyes with microwaves, watching Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan shook his head and smiled. He glanced at the Demon Venerable Blood Coagulation, his eyes gleaming, and he didn't stay longer.

Until, he glanced over the sentient beings, his thin lips opened slightly.

"From now on, there will be no more wind, thunder and all things in the world of cultivation!"

Faint words, but as if shaking the starry sky.

One of the fifteen immortal veins, the Wind and Thunder Sect of All Things, no longer exists in the world!

And there is one person standing on top of the realm of cultivation.

Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!

Evergreen Supreme!