Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the Tongtian Pagoda, the old man's shadow sitting cross-legged suddenly raised his eyes.

His eyes lifted very slowly, and those blank eyes seemed to have forgotten everything.

"Where is this!?"

He was trembling even in his voice, he looked at the lonely world, and he was the only one left.

There was no sound in the surroundings, and he was alone here.

Qin Xuan was getting up, he was already old and unworthy.

Suddenly Qin Xuan coughed violently in the wrinkles on his face.

On the lips, even blood.

Qin Xuan looked at the blood in his hand, the bright red blood, sliding down his fingertips.

Qin Xuan quietly looked at the blood in his hand, he had forgotten everything, and even the last few figures in his mind did not remember who it was.

Even his own memory began to blur.

The three plagues, years, memories, and illnesses all came out almost at the same time, descending on this white body.

Qin Xuan rubbed the palm of his hand against his white clothes, and he looked around.

Vaguely, what he still has a trace of obsession is that he seems to be looking for something.

It seems that someone is waiting for him.

It seems that he still has something to do.

But he couldn't remember everything.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's hand grasped his fist, and there was anger in his eyes.

He looked at the world around him, wandering constantly, sometimes, when he went to one place, he was in a daze.

It was almost a stick of incense. Qin Xuan was alone in this quiet world. He once shouted and asked, if it was like a child looking for a way out, even fear appeared in those eyes.

Having lost all his memories, he now doesn't remember at all, he once stood high above the ground.

Even his body is suffering from illness.

Sometimes, Qin Xuan even fell directly to the ground, convulsing.

It was almost the time for a stick of incense, and there were almost a lot of blood stains around the ground.

But Qin Xuan could get up every time.

He never remembered anything, but he felt that someone should be waiting for him.

He still can't die!

Even if he had forgotten everything, he never fell.

Bang!

Qin Xuan fell to the ground again. This time, his body was exhausted. He vaguely felt that his life had come to an end.

The eyelids seem to be getting heavier.

If you can close your eyes, why bother with such pain.

He is so tired!

There is no way out and no one is with him.

Just as Qin Xuan's eyes were about to close, there seemed to be a faint voice in the darkness.

"Longevity..."

This seemed like a whisper, but Qin Xuan's eyes that were about to close suddenly opened.

This sound is like a dawn piercing the darkness, like a star that warms the glacier.

In his two lives, various figures returned to his mind.

"These three plagues are really interesting!"

Qin Xuan's old lips and teeth slowly spoke.

I saw it on Qin Xuan, as if time goes back, the hair turns green.

He stood up from the ground and forgot everything, which was almost a great horror.

Even if there is the most affection, if it is forgotten, it is nothing but nothing.

Qin Xuan repeated Qingming in his eyes, if it weren't for the last moment, the instinctive call, this disaster, I was afraid that he would lose.

He looked at the bloodstains around him, and with the breaking of these three plagues, his emperor body also recovered.

It's just that Qin Xuan seems to have a little thought.

In Wang's soil, there are three plagues that can make him forget everything. Doesn't it mean that if someone can control this power, perhaps they can also fall into the same situation.

Even if it made him forget his memory for only ten breaths, life and death could be settled within ten breaths.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's ear suddenly heard a faint piercing sound.

Qin Xuan raised his eyes, but saw a blade of sword light, as small as a needle, straight into his brow.

Hum!

This sword stopped abruptly in front of him.

There was a woman who was surprised and looked at the mysterious light in front of Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan glanced at the woman faintly, then waved.

"Roar!"

If there is Dragon Yin...

Heaven and Hell of the Fifth Emperor Realm, in the Tongtian Tower.

Seeing the divine light like a rainbow, Qin Xuan stepped out of it.

"The Great!"

Xiang Liu and Xiao Ling had joy in their eyes. This time, Qin Xuan entered the Tongtian Pagoda for three hours, which made them worried.

Qin Xuan nodded lightly, before saying anything, he turned around and opened the magic scroll again.

"It's broken five layers!" There was even sweat on the forehead of the king of the tower king. Does this guy want to break the five layers of Tongtian Tower?

Was it possible that the kyogan he said before had to be turned into reality?

How can it be! ?

How can someone break the Tongtian Tower and enter the Supreme Luotian! ?

Even he has never heard of it.

In his shocking gaze, Qin Xuan had already entered the Tongtian Tower again.

In the fourth-tier Luo Tian's Tongtian Pagoda, this time, Qin Xuan restrained his mind.

He quietly looked at this piece of heaven and earth, but found that the heavy sky-passing tower was covered by clouds and mist, as if he was in a sea of ​​fog, he couldn't see clearly around him.

The fifth Luotian Tower, the three plagues in it are already good.

With his eternal immortal heart, he almost fell into it, how good is this fourth-tier Luotian Tower! ?

In Qin Xuan's gaze, a cloud of mist slowly broke apart.

"Qin Xuan!" In Qin Xuan's gaze, a woman walked from the misty sea.

"Love robbery?" Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and he seemed to have spent a lot of this illusion.

If these three plagues were just that, he would be disappointed.

The woman in front of her was indeed Jun Wushuang, and she looked at Qin Xuan quietly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, when will you return?" Jun Wushuang's expression and tone didn't seem like an illusion at all, just like the real Jun Wushuang standing in front of Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan never responded, but Jun Wushuang frowned slightly.

"I know, you never fell!"

"But since you haven't fallen, why don't you come back!?"

Jun Wushuang's eyes were faintly sharp, "Qin Xuan, what are you looking for in this life!?"

"Longevity? It's too illusory. Maybe you can do it. But if you live forever, what can you do if you come to the end?"

"One day, you will regret your longevity!"

"Perhaps, compared with the longevity in your mouth, I also..."

"Not worth mentioning!"

After Jun Wushuang finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the sea of ​​fog, disappearing without a trace.

Qin Xuan never spoke from beginning to end.

Compared with the various illusions in the past, this time, Qin Xuan's eyes changed a little.

After Jun Wushuang, it was Mo Qinglian who walked out of this sea of ​​clouds.

"Qin Xuan, I was crazy for you, but you know me!?"

Mo Qinglian came over, left a word, and turned and left.

"Qin Xuan, if there is no desire, there is no demand, and if there is no demand, there is peace of mind!"

"I asked the Buddha, can the world be crossed!? The Buddha asked with all his heart, regardless of the world!"

"Your Tao may come true one day, but on the day your Tao becomes true, you look sideways, but there is no one!"

"Does this fruit win your heart?"

Xiao Wu held the Buddha's gift and wore a monk's clothes, and she smiled.

"I will be with you, even to the end of these years, but I am not you after all!"

"You can get me through, but you can't get me to become you!"

"After all, there is only one Qin Changqing in this world!"

Xiao Wu turned around, and just when she was about to be swallowed by the sea of ​​fog, she paused slightly under her feet.

"Looking at the end of the years, you must not regret yourself before my grave!"

As the sound fell, Qin Xuan's robe suddenly moved.

Its fairy heart, at this moment, is faintly turbulent.

Qin Xuan let out a breath, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

Although the words of the three women are not sharp, these soft voices are...

Every sentence punishes the heart.