Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

The land of the black nest, the great battle among the golden crows.

Do not!

A massacre!

The edge of the black nest land, all fell into a dead silence.

On the beach, Emperor Xunyang looked dull, and suddenly two lines of clear tears fell slowly from his eyes.

He had never looked at Qin Xuan's battle before, and his body suddenly trembled, as if choking.

It is hard to imagine that once a great emperor, once proud to be in the world, once crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, suppressing the existence in the forbidden land, now it seems like a teenager.

He was sobbing, and in the end, it turned into a bitter cry, hissing.

This voice made the numerous golden crows bewildered.

In the distance, Qin Hongyi seemed to be aware of it, and looked back at the figure in the sky and earth, like a small dust.

"Big Brother Evergreen!"

Qin Xuan appeared in front of Qin Hongyi, and Qin Hongyi couldn't help but speak out.

"Why is he crying? Isn't he the emperor?"

Qin Hongyi frowned, "What the **** is that lingering thought?"

Qin Xuan glanced faintly at the edge of the black nest land, around his waist, Hun Yuan Tuntian Gourd had already collected the magic weapon of several great arrogances, fairy soldiers.

"The great emperor is nothing but one of the sentient beings. The magical way suffers from love. Brother Changqing is not him, but I think that he will be holy by this way and become the emperor. The bitterness and bitterness in his heart may be enough to move the world. "Qin Xuan gently stroked the red hair.

"Let's go, what the rest of the thought is, it has nothing to do with you or me, he... there is not much time left, why bother!"

Qin Hongyi turned around and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Then Changqing brother, what is the red-robed Tao?" She was a little dazed, at the fifth stage of Hunyuan, very close to Sainthood.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but chuckle and said, "The way of the red clothes, ask the red clothes! You will understand when you enter the holy!"

Qin Hongyi nodded blankly. For some reason, looking at Xunyang, she was supposed to be the great emperor, but now she is a painful and childish teenager. She felt a little sad.

The emperor, shouldn't it be superior? How can it be a love, a person, so embarrassed.

Is this also the emperor?

Qin Hongyi asked herself, she couldn't help holding Qin Xuan's palm, it seemed that only the palm that was not generous could make her feel a little calmer.

...

In the land of Wuchao, Xunyang's tears were almost dry when he cried here.

He slowly got up and looked at the world, except for the disappearing giant island, as if it had not been different from usual.

Xunyang turned around numbly and headed in the direction of Wuchao Dimu.

Along the way, many golden crows couldn't help but wonder when seeing his numb figure.

You can find the sun, but it seems that you don't care about anything.

Until, he walked under the emperor wood, quietly leaning on the edge of the emperor wood, and sat there paralyzed.

A pair of eyes are flushed like congestion.

"Dimu, you said that she has been in the world in this life, why did she choose me?"

"I'm just in that wilderness, someone who is ordinary and never ordinary again."

Xunyang spoke softly, but his voice trembled a bit in his hoarseness.

Di Mu didn't answer, but Xunyang was a bit mocking.

"My name is Xunyang, I have slaughtered the world all my life, sinful, reincarnation, and betting on heaven. I just want to see her again and ask her if she really cares about me in those short years!"

"I was young, I dare not ask this question, for fear that if you ask, everything will be in vain. But knowing that she is Xianyang, the high Emperor Xianyang, I just understand why she is with me, but they are all indifferent Like water."

"No great joy, no great sadness, no laughter, no anger..." Xunyang smiled, "But in the end, I still don't know. That day, I went to fetch flowers. I stood in front of the wooden house for a long time. I know, she should have been waiting for a long time, but in the end, I never asked!"

Xunyang laughed endlessly, his hands gripped the ground, and some dust in his palms slowly drifted away.

Suddenly, a leaf fell quietly in front of him.

The leaf is as big as an elephant, spreading out in front of Xunyang. Soon, the leaf changes, transforming into the size of an ordinary leaf, with gleaming light, transforming into a golden crow with red gold.

"Xunyang, you already have the answer! You have searched for a lifetime, but you don't know it. As early as the moment you went to fetch the flowers, you already had the answer!"

"I taught Xianyang that it is arrogant throughout its life, but the world has its own yin and yang, and under its arrogance, it is a bit sad and lonely. How many times has it been here, overlooking the world, lonely and sad."

"The Golden Crow family is afraid of her, God is supreme in her, I, respected by her, in her life for eight hundred and seventy thousand years, singing and frantically, but it is nothing but the end."

In the emperor wood, the sound of Cang Mai sounded.

"As early as the moment you saw me before your reincarnation, I finally understood why Xianyang did not return to Wuchao until death. For her, it exists like home. The Wuchao clan is the place where she was born and raised, but In her eyes, it may not be like that poor country."

"I am happy for her!"

The Emperor Xunyang couldn't help laughing out loud, "As early as in the old days, you should have told me, I won't find a life!"

"Until I die, I can't let go of this thought, Dimu, you are too much!"

Di Mu never responded, and the Emperor Xunyang smiled softly.

"That's right, you are her teacher and understand her. Since she taught me the cultivation method, you should know what she expects me to be."

Xunyang leaned on the emperor wood, his palm slowly raised, and the golden crow leaf quietly landed on his palm.

In his ears, it seemed that the thought remaining in the bones of the Xianyang Emperor sounded again.

The voice was soft, like a low groan, and like a sigh.

"Human, one hundred years, immortal, one hundred years.

My prince is not born, my prince is old, I sigh that this world cannot be controlled by others, but at this twilight moment, there is still a lingering thought, there is still one person, who is heart-to-heart, and is not thankful for the great kindness. Xu, old with the emperor, the only immortal heart, reflecting on the emperor, there is nothing else, no regrets in this life. "

He grinned, a bit sad, a bit lucky.

The place of the black nest, the nest of the golden crow.

And he is the place of her black nest.

"The only fairy heart, reflecting on Junrong!"

"Xianyang!"

There were tears in the eyes of Emperor Xunyang, and he looked at the golden crow in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a low groan, and it slowly filled the emperor wood.

"It's just a ridiculous thing, a life of madness, fairy ghosts and devil Buddha!"

"The dust and smoke in the desert, the golden crow will not return home, the saint of the emperor is nothing but..."

"One dream yellow beam!"

In his hand, the Golden Crow slowly dispersed, Xunyang gave a low laugh.

"When I seek the sun and meet you, I have no regrets in this life!"

In his eyes, the land of that oasis again appeared, looking at the simple wooden house in that oasis.

He seemed to see the old woman standing by the door in the wooden house, muttering softly.

"Human, one hundred years, immortal, one hundred years..."

Like a dream back to the past!