Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the darkness, Qin Xuan sighed softly as he looked at the old man who seemed to be tearful.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, producing and nurturing sentient beings, but sentient beings, every living being, are not the only protagonists in their lives.

Qin Xuan would not interpret the story or chapter behind everyone.

Dark, quietly resolved.

Qin Xuan Xiannian returned to his body, and the dissipated like a skeleton is now slowly growing flesh and blood.

Around him, there was a terrifying sacred aggregate surrounding him.

This kind of sacred aggregate is no less than an ordinary saint's full blow. It must be that the saint who fell here at the beginning was destroyed by this sacred aggregate because of the separation of the sacred concept.

Qin Xuan slowly sat cross-legged, and there were still more than four hundred steps ahead. What kind of risks lie in them would not be realized until he stepped on them himself.

The Eternal Evergreen Secret Art slowly revolves, repairing this body's severe damage.

The amazing things of the Evergreen Immortal Body are revealed at this moment.

In five hours, Qin Xuan's broken body had recovered.

Qin Xuan slowly got up, his eyes fell on a sacred bone on the side.

The flesh and blood on this bone had already turned into nothingness, and I was afraid that it had fallen for a long time, and even the residual holy thoughts in it were still there.

He was killed by this broken holy ladder, and even Can Nian didn't exist.

Qin Xuan Wangzhi, he condensed the tactics in his hand, penetrated into the sacred bone, and strands of the holy yuan flew out of it, like inextricably strands, gathering in Qin Xuan's palm.

"It hasn't been long since I became holy, and the first pass hasn't even arrived. It's barely enough."

Qin Xuan was slightly dissatisfied, this sacred power is not as good as the four great sacred powers in his body.

In the palm of his palm, the sacred powers gathered more and more, until all the sacred powers were extracted by him, and the sacred bones slowly deserted and dispersed in the world.

Qin Xuan stared at the blue sacred Dao Yuanli, his eyes paused.

In the end, he chose to swallow the refinement into the body.

There is no suppressive force pouring around, and there is no risk to swallow the Holy Path's vitality here.

"This Saint Yuan can probably be refined into the Takumi Kaitian Method, which is weaker, but barely enough!"

Qin Xuan secretly said in his heart, and immediately he started sitting cross-legged here.

It took about half a month before Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and an idol suddenly appeared behind him.

A faint ripple appeared around the idol, and these ripples could actually shake the space. The space seemed to break open to the surroundings like waves, exposing the void, like a hole in the sky.

Qin Xuan's eyes opened suddenly, and there were idols crying behind him, and the space caves around him spread out.

Immediately, the idol vision slowly slipped into Qin Xuan's body.

The fifth method!

Qin Xuan slowly got up, he looked at the still continuous stairs, and said lightly: "It's time to move forward!"

Immediately, Qin Xuan stepped on the next step, but there was no external force, as if he was walking on the ground.

Qin Xuan paused slightly before stepping forward again.

Stepping on hundreds of stairs, there has never been the test of this broken ladder.

But Qin Xuan never relaxes. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Until, after he entered the 800th ladder, a line of scripture appeared in front of him.

This scripture was obscure and difficult to understand, quietly drifting in front of Qin Xuan.

"This is... the Bible!"

"It turns out to be inheritance, so then you start to understand the inheritance and test your comprehension?"

Qin Xuan muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

He looked up and saw that there was a holy bone in the remaining stairs.

There are also saints who have fallen here, so why is it so easy to test their understanding?

Qin Xuan looked at this scripture and began to slowly realize it, but it was too easy for him.

He was once a great emperor, and he can't talk about all-encompassing, but the world is full of all things, but this is obscure in the Bible, and it is extremely easy for him to understand.

Along the way, he directly logged in to the eight hundred and sixtieth steps, and Qin Xuan realized that it was wrong.

"This is the Ancient Scroll of Sacred Disaster!"

"Buried the Ancient Scrolls of Sacred Calamity in this scripture, this fellow, deliberately!"

Qin Xuan's eyes shook slightly, and he sensed the secrets of the remaining steps.

The Ancient Scroll of Sacred Calamity came from the Forbidden Land of the Eastern Region, and it was left by a peerless demon in the former ancient era.

The reason why it is called the demon is that this ancient scroll once immersed 178 saints in it, and the holy thoughts and the holy yuan rioted and perished.

This volume can be a misfortune saint.

Qin Xuan had also seen this ancient scroll when he entered the sacred life, and he knew the horror of this scroll. However, Qin Xuan had never been immersed in it. Instead, he used the ancient scroll to trouble the Sacred Heart, Sacred Mind, and Sacred Yuan. The strength, sharpened oneself, obtained a lot of benefits.

"It seems that the saint does not want the other saints to get his inheritance!"

"This ancient scroll, only the sage of misfortune, under the sage, on the contrary, it will not hinder!"

Qin Xuan shook his head and smiled. He looked at the sacred bone not far in front with a slight regret.

This saint should be ignorant of this sacred scroll, so that it fell here.

After Qin Xuan realized the danger, he couldn't help stepping again.

He walked to the side of the saint, faintly watching the holy bone with twenty fingers in both hands, and the tooth bones were like saws.

This is the saint of the Ten-finger Demon Race in the Underworld, and he has been sanctified, has passed the first level, and has fallen here.

Qin Xuan began to refine Shengyuan, not rushing forward.

This time it took Qin Xuan a month to refine the Saint Yuan.

Until, he thoroughly extracted and practiced the sixth method.

Behind him, a terrifying magic moon appeared. The whole body was pale yellow this month. In this month, there seemed to be a spring that exuded the aura of burying everything. The moonlight shrouded everything and everything turned into death.

The sixth method, Huang Quanyue!

All six ways!

Qin Xuan put this method into his body, picking the corner of his mouth slightly.

He was able to enter Hunyuan with a sacred yuan.

"The sage of the Eastern Region, I don't know whether to repair the thunder road, if not, collect it and replace the Takumi Kaitian Method."

"If you can condense the Heavenly Tribulation Bone, you can almost enter the Hunyuan!"

"Although there are not many longevity, but one hundred years into the mixed yuan, three hundred years of holy hope!"

"Being sanctified for three hundred years, it would be interesting if you become an emperor before the catastrophe!"

Qin Xuan seemed to be a little bit pleased, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

There are still six hundred years before the Great Tribulation. In his previous life, as a saint, he almost crossed one side of the Great Tribulation and looked forward to it.

If it were Emperor Cheng, based on the background of his life, the so-called catastrophe would be like a car crushing an ant colony in front of him, Qin Changqing.

Naturally, Qin Xuan also understands that this road may not be so easy.

The calamity in this life is far more terrifying than the horror of the previous life. The Qing Emperor's inheritance has not been opened, and Xu Chutian is cultivating other creatures.

The cause and effect changes caused by the canonization of the emperor, and even the Hundred Saints of the Southern Territory, the younger generation Tianjiao was beheaded by him by Qin Changqing.

With some thoughts, Qin Xuan moved forward again. He felt the scriptures and finally reached the end of the nine hundred stairs.

The clouds are vast, the sacred cloud is shrouded, and a palace stands on the top of the mountain.

Among them, there is an old man with a pale face and eyes never closed. It is hard to imagine that this saint has fallen for 7.6 billion years.

Qin Xuan looked at this saint with calm eyes.

"Holy Dao Lei Yuan, or a replacement method!"

Qin Xuan stepped into the hall and condensed his hands with his hands. Immediately, on the center of the old man's eyebrows, a drop of black as ink slowly emerged.