Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the city, Qin Xuan walked alone.

Lin Que'er followed Qin Xuan uncomfortably. She didn't know why Qin Xuan was looking for her.

But one sword can kill Gu Tianjiao before the seventh round of Daluo, enough to prove that Qin Xuan is extraordinary.

With such strength, how could she allow her to refuse.

"Where is your residence?"

Qin Xuan paused slightly and looked at Lin Que'er.

Lin Que'er panicked a little, and said quickly: "Senior, please come with me!"

Immediately, Lin Que'er walked to the fairly elegant courtyard, surrounded by flowers and trees, not to mention the atmosphere.

Qin Xuan looked at Lin Que'er with calm eyes, and said lightly: "Sage of the Lin Family, whether you choose this woman or not is up to you!"

As the sound fell, another bone bead appeared in Qin Xuan's wrist, directly submerged in the center of his eyebrows in Lin Que'er's slightly panic gaze.

Lin Que'er was never unconscious, but she was surrounded by a hazy golden glow.

Qin Xuan raised his hand and looked at the sixteen bone beads remaining in his wrist.

"I can't leave the Northern Territory yet, I will send you back to your place in the future!"

Afterwards, Qin Xuan spread his wings and disappeared in place.

...

Northern Territory, Tianlun Emperor City.

This city occupies a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and is known as the largest city in the Northern Region. Its master is the Great Emperor of the Northern Region, the Great Emperor.

Even if it is a giant city in the north of the sky, it is different from this city.

Just under this city, there are ten third-class saints.

The third-class saints represent a saint in the world. What's more, there are more than ten saints in this city?

After two months, Qin Xuan traveled a long distance from the northern region to the western edge of the land to arrive here.

He dropped the celestial coin into the city and walked into the city.

There were crowds around, Qin Xuan walked here quietly and alone.

Until, he walked to a long street, surrounded by pavilions shining brightly, and in front of each pavilion, there were business characters hanging high, representing a large shop.

Qin Xuan looked at these many shops, looking for the Xuanxiao Holy Workshop.

In the end, Qin Xuan stared at the most magnificent palace in the middle of this long street.

He stepped into this Xuanxiao Saint Fang. In the entire Xuanxiao Saint Fang, I don't know how many creatures, true immortals, golden immortals, and immortals are all floating here.

In the center of this palace, a sacred pillar as high as a thousand feet appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

Around this sacred pillar, thousands of disciples dressed in the costumes of Xuanxiao Holy Workshop were all smiles, solving various Wendys one by one for those who came.

Behind the sacred pillar, there is also a place for pawns, with long queues waiting to sell some items.

Qin Xuan looked at this place, stepped towards the long dragon land, quietly waiting in line.

He waited for about a stick of incense, and suddenly, there was a faint mess behind him.

I saw a former ancient creature with a height of eight feet, a tiger-backed waist, and a fiercely angry face coming towards this long dragon.

"Go away!"

Its voice hummed, and three or five Immortal Venerables flew directly towards the place of the pawn.

Qin Xuan took a look, then looked back.

"That is the Tianjiao of the Silver-Blood Clan, the first realm fairy of Hunyuan!"

"Before, he slaughtered hundreds of immortals in the Northern Territory, and he came to this Heavenly Wheel Emperor City!?"

"It seems that I was attracted by that banquet!"

Voices sounded one after another, talking on the side, and the people in the line were all changed, and under the Immortal Venerable, they all retreated to both sides.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Silver-blooded creatures, are you in this world, or when your silver-blooded family was alive?"

In this Xuanxiao holy workshop, a young man hung his hair in a bun, and with a golden dress, he faintly looked at this silver-blooded creature.

The silver-blooded creatures suddenly turned their heads, their eyes faintly covered with evil spirits.

"court death!"

He roared, and a long knife appeared in his hand, slashing directly at the golden-robed youth.

In an instant, a gourd appeared in the hands of the young man in Jinyi, and then, a spout of brilliant gold flying knives spouted out of the gourd, and a faint chaotic air lingered around the knives.

Immediately, flying knives swept the air, and in an instant, the creatures of the silver-blood clan froze.

A blood line appeared on his neck, and even the long knife in his hand was divided into two.

boom!

The head was separated, and the man in gold was snapped into flames, burned out, and took advantage of the trend to put away his storage fairy treasure.

There was an uproar in the entire Xuanxiao Holy Workshop, and many people looked at the man in gold with awe.

"Emperor Motian!?"

"Hi! The Emperor Motian is here too, to participate in this grand event!"

"The creatures of the silver-blood clan are too ignorant, dare to be presumptuous in the Heavenly Wheel Emperor City!"

Those present, well-informed people, recognized the identity of this man in gold.

The heir of Emperor Motian, Emperor Motian became the Emperor of the Northern Territory more than 200,000 years ago, and only gave birth to a son 7,000 years ago.

This son has become a Hunyuan for seven thousand years, and he is rarely born, but there are faint rumors that this person has a peerless posture.

In just an instant, a former ancient Tianjiao in the first realm of Hunyuan was slain, showing its horror.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Zhao Rusheng!"

In this Xuanxiao Holy Workshop, a faint voice sounded.

There was a woman, in the silver mist, faintly silhouetted, as if talking to the Emperor Demon.

Zhao Rusheng raised his eyes slightly and looked at the silver mist woman.

"Since I was born, I will abide by the rules of this life!"

"Don't deceive no one in this world, your servant, too presumptuous!"

Zhao Rusheng's eyes were indifferent, looking towards the place shrouded in silver mist.

That was the Tianjiao of the Silver Blood Clan, and was also the first realm of Hunyuan. The person he had killed before was incomparable with this woman.

This is the daughter of the saint of the silver-blood saint, a true saint's direct line.

In the silver mist, the woman seemed to be watching Zhao Rusheng.

"If you want to do something with me, please wait any time!"

Zhao Rusheng smiled indifferently, and walked directly with his hands behind him, no longer paying attention to the silver mist woman.

It has been almost sixty years since the forbidden land was born.

Some true direct descendants have already begun to emerge gradually.

It is not the first time that he has dealt with the daughter of the saint of the silver blood clan.

Don't look at the chaos of the Northern Territory now, the 18 states are all famous for the former ancient Tianjiao, but only the son of the great emperor like Zhao Rusheng, the son of the saint, and the true direct lineage know.

Those people, in their eyes, are nothing but trivial.

The true Tianjiao has not yet started, waiting for the forbidden land to be born.

"These are sold!"

At this moment, Qin Xuan had already arrived at the place of pawn, looking at the old man in charge of the matter, slowly said.

As a result, the old man thought what Qin Xuan held, "130 million cents!"

He handed the celestial coin to Qin Xuan, and Qin Xuan collected it at will.

He walked into the sacred pillar, Xian Nian penetrated into the sacred pillar.

Immediately, Qin Xuan refines the storage of immortal coins into this **** pillar.

After a few breaths, this storage fairy treasure was already in Qin Xuan's hands.

Among them, the cents are no longer stored, and replaced by bottles of pills.

Qin Xuan then took it, and he walked out of this Xuanxiao holy workshop, looking for a palace as a retreat.

The retreat is like mist.

"A holy medicine, plus these medicinal pills, should be able to enter the fifth round of Da Luo!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly, and then slowly closed his eyes and began to retreat.