Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the world, Qin Xuan used the ten suns to refine the art of war and refine this star.

This is almost a long time, these weapons are too many, among which there are more than one kind of materials, at least tens of millions.

It is almost a huge project if you want to refine it all and extract a trace of the golden spirit from it.

However, for the innate treasure of Wanjin Mother Qi, Qin Xuan still consumes this time.

Wanjin mother qi, known as a kind of innate qi separated from chaos.

This Qi can be reused in all things, especially for refining tools, it is almost the supreme treasure.

Even above some imperial soldiers, there was never such a golden spirit.

In Qin Xuan's previous life, there had never been a Qingdi sword covered by the mother's spirit of ten thousand gold, but there was one in the hand of Hongyi.

A samsara emperor sword contains a trace of the motherhood of all things, but it is not obtained from here.

Before the red dress entered this place, this level had already been broken. The person who cracked this level was not someone else but Luo Hetian.

He melted the mother energy of all things into the heavenly chakra, one heaven chakra, almost swept the entire underworld group.

Even Luo Heitian beheaded half the emperor, and even became the emperor, all have this maternal energy of all things.

Qin Xuan refined the stars while turning his mind.

Luo Heitian is afraid that now he doesn't know how to break through these six levels. He has just entered the sacred and stabilized his realm. It is the key to touch the first level, but this is also a great opportunity.

"Unfortunately, the eternal age is not there. If the eternal sword is there, you can swallow it into the sacred treasure and even enter the sacred soldier with this ten thousand golden mother spirit." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, "I used to abandon it mercilessly, I am afraid it may not It feels good!"

He remembered when he abandoned his sword in the Southern Territory, but he never felt that he was wrong.

In the past, he lost his seven souls, even though he has been with him today, but if it is in his hands, it will be broken sooner or later, even if it will not be broken, it will just be idle.

It was precisely because he lost his seven souls that he could cruelly let Wangu practice alone.

When a weapon becomes a spirit, it may not be lost to ordinary creatures.

From the realm of comprehension to the mortal world, he reworked the Eternal Sword again and again, and he was reluctant to give up. Otherwise, he would not know how many weapons in his hand, how much he would kill a powerful enemy, and without the love that accompanied him to this day. Hard to compare.

"Well, I will find it in the future, how many years, I hope it can live up to the eternal name!"

Qin Xuan shook his head secretly.

Even he is hard to predict.

But he teaches eternal inheritance, and there is more than one way of cultivating Taoism with swords.

There is also the Northern Territory of the Immortal Realm, Qin Lei, Ning Wuqian, don’t know what it is now?

Perhaps, it has fallen, perhaps, is in disaster.

Qin Xuan's heart was calm. He had granted enough. As for how he walked, he was not up to him.

...

Immortal realm, southern realm, desperate deep sea.

A middle-aged man looked at this place quietly.

His posture is like a mortal, and his eyes are somewhat complicated.

"Aura, here, here, it should be the passage of the fairy and the dark!"

"Master, have you entered the fairyland?"

He gritted his teeth slightly, there was no bit of resentment in his eyes, and immediately, his body rolled into a ray of sword light, and he rushed into this desperate abyss.

In this desperate dark abyss, the holy Buddha ape opened his eyes slightly.

"The weapon is in the dark, that's it, owe humanity, why stop it!"

Its eyes slowly closed again, indifferent to the sword light that escaped into the underworld.

...

In the Northern Territory of the Immortal Realm, a figure looked at the sea of ​​blood behind him.

Behind him, there are seven hundred former Gu Da Luo Tianjiao, all dead.

Ning Wuque carried a spear on his back, leaving a trace of murder in his eyes.

"Predecessors, die!"

If the voice is full of resentment, it is more like a hunter walking in this northern region.

Also in the Northern Region, in front of the fairy city where the Ning family was located.

Thunder light filled, and a unicorn with white jade-like scales appeared here.

From the surface of his body, he could see the golden blood veins flowing slowly. Qin Lei looked at the ruins, it was a little silent.

"That guy, it's time to go crazy!"

"Unfortunately, the general trend is approaching, and you have to find him. Otherwise, once he is enchanted, I will not be able to explain to the master!"

Qin Lei sighed with a slight sigh. It changed a lot. He walked out of the buried emperor's mausoleum not long ago, but he heard about the destruction of the city and came here to take a look.

It could see that Ning Wuque had already been here, but there was a huge monument standing in the ruins of Nuo Da. Before the huge monument, the corpses of the ancient Tianjiao three thousand years ago were piled up like a mountain, as if to sacrifice to the Ning family.

Immediately, Qin Lei stepped forward and left the place directly.

...

In the Southern Territory, on top of a sacred car, Zhen Yuan drove, Luo Fuxian sat in it, and opened the sacred car.

"Miss Luo, he is afraid that he has left the Southern Region, otherwise, the Southern Region could not be so quiet!" Zhen Yuan drove and couldn't help saying: "The Immortal World is too big, so when to find it!"

"No, let's go back!?"

Coming from the Northern Territory to the Southern Territory for decades, across the north and south, he and Luo Fuxian along the way, not to mention a lot of disasters, but also encountered a lot of trouble.

Even these troubles are not exaggerated.

He grew a lot, and Luo Fuxian did the same.

In this troubled world, anyone who doesn't change will be proud of the entire immortal world, or they will only die and fall.

Luo Fuxian was silent, and she gently lowered the curtain.

"Go to the Eastern Region, we have all walked through the Southern Region Kyushu!"

"Even if you haven't found her, you should have experienced it, Luo's line is too young!"

Zhen Yuan sighed slightly, he drove the sacred car, and immediately, the sacred car changed direction and moved eastward.

...

Western Regions, a grand event of Buddhism and Taoism.

The ancient Tianjiao came together nearly a thousand years ago. This should have been the place where the Buddha's light was majestic, but at this moment, it was full of blood.

In this grand event of Buddhism and Taoism, a figure slowly walked from a distance, closed his eyes and walked, until he came to this place, a former Gu Tianjiao acted and killed him.

boom!

Suddenly, the white-clothed monk opened his eyes, and the surrounding space collapsed suddenly, turning into a void.

It's just that, in this void, there is a vast Buddha's light, the void that shines like a pure land.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in white just spit out four characters.

The folded hands slowly spread out, and the right palm was extremely slow, shaking towards the former Gu Tianjiao in the first Hunyuan realm.

boom!

In an instant, the former Gu Tianjiao seemed to be shattered and disintegrated.

On the arm of the monk in white, there was a blood-colored scale, but only a blood dragon with the thickness of a thumb opened his mouth, swallowing the blood mist into his abdomen in one mouthful.

"Monk, more, just with this little flesh and blood, it is not enough to restore this emperor's cultivation!"

The blood transmitted to the white monk, causing the white monk's eyes to move slightly.

He looked at the blood dragon, but made the blood dragon body slightly stiff.

"Fine, don't swallow it!"

The blood dragon snorted dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything.

The monk in white couldn't help sighing as he watched this furious event.

"In such troubled times, where can be a pure land!?"