Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Tong Yuxian, the oldest living emperor in this era.

From the beginning of the era to the present, there has been reincarnation again and again, reincarnated time and time again, looking for people in this world.

No one knows who she is looking for, but every time she has her figure.

The emperor of the fairy world, the saint, the supreme of the cultivation world...

Qin Xuan's gaze was leisurely. He was able to reincarnate as the daughter of the great emperor. He was born with such a vision in the fairy world, and it happened that after he soared into the fairyland, he had a causal bond with him.

He smiled lightly and looked at Tong Yuxian, "Perhaps, you shouldn't enter the fairyland!"

Tong Yuxian shook his head slightly, "I have searched one place after another in the realm of cultivation, maybe, that person is in Xiantu this life!"

"The catastrophe is more than seven hundred years away. You said it, so I will come to watch it!"

"The upper body can't help it, but I am different!"

Tong Yuxian looked at Qin Xuan quietly, and said through the sound transmission: "Perhaps, I don't know what you saw to Xu Wushang, and the emperor of which life you are, can shake my emperor with a trivial thought. Soldiers."

"Living for too long, maybe, the last person has no chance with me!"

Tong Yuxian smiled suddenly, she looked at Qin Xuan, "You are not curious, who are you in your previous life?"

She looked at Qin Xuan with a faint look. The first time she saw Qin Xuan, she couldn't find out Qin Xuan's past and present life, a chaos.

She has searched all over the fairy world, once searched all over the mortal world, but still could not find the last person.

But Qin Xuan faintly made her feel a glimmer of hope.

If you can't see it through, maybe it's possible.

Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, "No, if you pin the hope of the last person on me, I'm afraid it is wrong!"

His eyes were calm. In his previous life, he had fought against Tong Yuxian in the realm of comprehension. In his previous life, he had never lived in chaos and couldn't help but heaven.

If he is really the last reincarnated person that Tong Yuxian seeks, I am afraid that Tong Yuxian will find out about it in the previous life.

Tong Yuxian looked at Qin Xuan quietly and sighed softly.

"Where is that person!"

Tong Yuxian shook his head slightly, looking at the golden clouds and the many arrogances.

But so many arrogances, how can they come into her eyes.

Like Qin Xuan, they once stood at the top of the world, overlooking the Five Realms.

Some Tianjiao, whether it is in the past or in the present, there are a few people who can enter their words.

The singing and dancing gradually subsided, and the music gradually dispersed.

Some people stared at Qin Xuan and Tong Yuxian, they had already noticed that Qin Xuan and Tong Yuxian were talking.

Of course, they had never heard the sound transmission between the two, but some people felt that Qin Xuan and this Tong Yuxian had great cause and effect.

"Who is this person? How come I have never seen it before!?"

"This person can talk to the emperor, I am afraid that he is also the descendant of the emperor, and he is above me, he should be the first, his identity...I am afraid it is unexpectedly noble."

"Cangfa in white clothes, when will there be such arrogance in the Northern Territory?"

Many people looked at Qin Xuan, frowning.

A few people looked at Qin Xuan, but they couldn't calm down for a long time.

Such as Ji Xuantian in the middle reaches under these hundred and thirty-three golden clouds.

On top of those thirty thousand golden clouds, some Tianjiao from the Great Desolate State.

They had viewed Qin Xuan proudly facing the Holy Tower of Ten Thousand Realms, and they naturally recognized who Qin Xuan was.

...

After this world, in the imperial palace.

A figure sits high on the highest position, beside the Great Emperor Motian, there is also a great old man on the left and right.

All around, a saint sits upright.

"Great Emperor, what you said is true?"

A saint opened his mouth, hiding in the holy khandha, but there was a hint of shock in his voice.

Talking about it before is tantamount to Sheng Jingdi moving.

The Emperor Tianlun was shrouded in godless power, and ordinary people would directly destroy their eyesight if they saw it.

Only a sage, or some top Hunyuan Immortal Venerable, can intuitively resist this emperor's accumulation.

"Tian Yin is here, fake?"

Every word of Tianlun Great Emperor was as thick as a Yue, making the saint's holy aggregate disordered, and it seemed that he had received some warnings.

On the side, Emperor Motian who was in the purple mist slowly spoke.

"This matter depends on this!"

"Sage of the Northern Territory, half emperor, has done everything!"

"After that, those little guys will compete for this world!"

His eyes were calm and he looked at the Great Emperor that day.

"Heaven Wheel, an old woman who can be regarded as an old lady, after the emperor, she still cares about his children!"

"Aren't you afraid, your daughter, is which bone at your feet reincarnated?"

Emperor Motian had a faint ridicule, and the purple mist rolled.

The Emperor Tianlun was not angry, but smiled: "Motian, those corpses, dare someone reincarnate into my blood!?"

"But Tong Yu..."

He laughed, but said no more.

Emperor Motian seemed to be a little confused, but he didn't ask much.

After all, they are relatives, and there are even more saints here.

"Little guys, I'm afraid I can't help it!"

"Sky Wheel, if you want to make a way for your daughter, are you not afraid of hurting your daughter?"

The sound of decay rose slowly, and in a gray mist, the third emperor of the Northern Territory spoke.

This great emperor is also the oldest emperor in the Northern Territory, with a life span of more than 900,000 years.

The emperor's life was a million years, more than a million years. If he could live, his strength would be limited.

"Broken!?"

The Great Emperor Tianlun chuckled and said no more. In front of the three emperors, in the eyes of many saints, the void changed, reflecting the scene of the banquet.

At this moment, the singing and dancing are calm, and the music is quiet.

More than 30,000 Tianjiao, almost gathered here.

A figure had already walked out of the golden cloud.

"It seems that there are some little guys in Qiangu who can't help it!"

The Great Emperor Motian faintly said, "Also, in the past sixty years, they have been too active."

"Let's lose it!"

"It should be!"

The three emperors spoke one after another, watching the saints, but they didn't even dare to speak.

This is the majesty of the great emperor, as a saying in the fairy world, under the saints are all ants.

But in the eyes of the emperor, what about a saint?

...

At this moment, in the event, someone has slowly walked out.

"Princess, on such a birthday, although singing and dancing are good, it is less interesting!"

"The fairy world always respects the strong, and all those present are the arrogant talents of the heavens. How about a fight?"

This person is a former ancient Tianjiao, with faint sharpness in his eyes, passing some people in the world.

There are too many talents gathered here, all of them are the talents of the Northern Territory.

The ancient creatures walked out of the forbidden land for sixty years, and went through hundreds of battles and thousands of battles for Xuntianjiao, but even if they are famous, they are still famous.

Such a grand event, although it is the birthday of the emperor, but in their eyes, what about the birthday of the emperor?

What they care about is the way forward, the sanctification in this life, the way of their own, the way of invincibility.

Many people around agreed, and some people in the world also sneered.

"Princess, I think what this person said is pretty good!"

"All the arrogances are present, it is better to fight for it!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that everyone of the past will feel that I am no one in this world!"

On one hundred and thirty-three high-hanging golden clouds, one person slowly got up, and it was the son of Emperor Motian, Zhao Rusheng.

Tong Yuxian smiled softly, she took a sip of the fairy stuff without rush.

Zhu's lips are moisturized, and a word is slowly spit out.

"quasi!"