Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Even if it is unmatched, it will burn all the battles.

Qin Xuan's body rushed into the endless darkness.

This is already out of the immortal world, if the ancestors can kill him, he should be inevitable.

There was a touch of surprise in the eyes of the **** ancestor, "I lost the weapon and burned the source."

"Even if you enter the nine emperor realms, what about!?"

In his eyes, the outcome is already doomed.

Even if Qin Xuan had burnt out his source, his strength was enough to match the nine emperors, but in his eyes, it was still not enough.

He looked at Qin Xuan, with a thought, roaming the dragon and roaring to kill Qin Xuan.

Just as the dragon was moving, a flute sounded softly, in the darkness, it was like a peerless song.

Under the sound of this flute, there was a roar of roar, resounding in the world, covering the roar of the dragon.

But seeing the nine evil spirits roaring in this endless darkness, those pairs of eyes containing endless evil spirits, at this moment, they recovered their clarity.

In each pair of eyes, there seemed to be a figure.

Among the nine evil spirits, a woman held a bone flute and played softly.

The sixth still water looked at the ancestor in the distance, her eyes were no longer in awe.

Some, but it is a ray of murder.

When the nine evil spirits came out in darkness, they slew towards that dragon.

"Jingshui, you..."

The shackles on Sixth Yunli's body gradually shattered. She looked at Sixth Still Water holding a bone flute. In her eyes, the 170,000-year resentment was shattering.

The sixth still water looked back softly, as if there was a slight ridicule in the corner of his eyes.

"You are still as stupid as that"

The sixth Yunli was stunned in the darkness, her lips trembled, and if she choked, she didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, the flute sounded.

Above the nine evil spirits, there is a true spirit, nine ancestors, immortal posture like madness, standing on the nine evil spirits.

They have never spoken, but they are like mountains, in the immortal world as if they are eternal.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, there is a realm of great avenues, such as the shackles of transformation, Hongmeng, reincarnation, and heaven... the nine realms penetrate the darkness.

"Roar!"

That roaring dragon was roaring and roaring, but after all, it was the power of the ancestor incarnation. The nine evil spirits were at the peak of the nine emperor realm. Perhaps the nine evil spirits could not defeat the ancestor, but it might hinder the roaming dragon, but it might not be a problem.

The bone flute in the sixth still water slowly entered her waist, replacing it with a sword in her hand.

The three-foot sword's edge, but if it wants to split the endless darkness.

The realm of the gods was shaking, and within the Supreme Luo days, a series of terrifying sword auras rose into the sky and fell on the sea. The nine pillars of the gods were located, cutting off the endless river of great roads controlled by the incarnation of the **** ancestor.

The sixth still water held a sword, and she looked at the incarnation of the divine ancestor, "Sixth still water, I would like to send the end to my father with the sword in her hand!"

Yin Luo, in that pair of indifferent eyes, murderous intent.

The ancestor looked at the nine evil spirits, and even at the sixth still water, there was a touch of peace in his eyes.

"Sixth Still Water, you are still on the same path as the sixth Cangqing!" A faint word resounded in the darkness, "Unfortunately, even after preparing for 170,000 years, in my eyes, it is still this way. As weak and small."

"Just like the sixth Cangqing."

The ancestor chuckled, "Do you really think, I don't know if you saved the sixth Cangqing?"

"I can endure it for 170,000 years, not as stupid as the sixth Cangqing, who thought he had climbed to the peak of the nine emperors, so he dared to provoke me!"

"Unfortunately, you put your hope in the fairy world, but you saw an opportunity to beat me?"

In the eyes of the sixth still water, a faint blood-colored pattern of the avenue appeared, and at the center of the eyebrow, the origin of the big qi was transformed into a mysterious pattern.

"Unfortunately, it was the mayfly shaking the tree after all!" The ancestor sighed softly, "Well, this drama should also be the end!"

"I am too kind, the price of kindness..."

In the pair of golden pupils, there is a faint icy cold, "But you are waiting to challenge my authority again and again, and you are worthy of challenging God with the wild spirits of the lower realms!?"

Before the words fell, the sword in the sixth still water's hand was out.

A snow-white sword light, like full of stars, is condensed by the avenue.

Qi controls thousands of paths, and those stars are condensed by the realm of the Dao.

Seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, the supreme, only the sixth still water knows, she has never relaxed for a moment.

boom!

The ancestor moved, and he seemed to use his true strength for the first time.

Just a palm, a touch of vast divine power almost made the entire fairy channel tremble, facing the sword of the sixth still water.

In an instant, the sword qi shattered, and all the ways were annihilated.

That palm is just like unmatched, and the power of a palm is more like destroying dryness.

Even the full blow of the Sixth Still Water never caused him any damage.

This is just an incarnation.

The sixth still water smiled coldly, "Oh? Really!?"

When the sound fell, the sixth still water had already stepped across the wilderness, and there was a faint power on the sword in her hand.

She looked at the divine ancestor with a palm, and the sword in her hand slowly fell.

Rumble...

With this sword, the passage of the fairy gods was cut through, and the power of that palm was even annihilated under the sword of the sixth still water.

The face of the divine ancestor became more and more cold, "I look down at you, are you about to surpass the nine emperors?"

That was a height that even the sixth Cangqing had never reached, but now, the sixth still water is already standing on it.

She has surpassed the sixth Cangqing, but she still hasn't done anything.

This touch of forbearance gave the **** ancestors murderous intent for the first time.

"Do you think this incarnation is the same as 170,000 years ago?" The ancestor said indifferently, his palm shook, and his divine power flowed into his hand like mud, turning into a seven-foot spear.

The sixth still water had already crossed the chaotic place, and she came with a sword and looked at the ancestor.

"Same and different, is it important?"

"This day, I have been waiting for too long!"

"Even if you really are God, I will cut it down to sacrifice him for death!"

The coldness in the voice of the sixth still water seemed to freeze the entire passage of the fairy gods.

She stepped on her feet suddenly, and the divine body disappeared.

The incarnation of the **** ancestor shook his arm, and in the darkness, among the spears and swords, it seemed like endless darkness burst out.

The passages are all shattering, and endless turbulence is rolling in. This turbulence is different from the chaos outside the immortal realms.

It was an endless avenue, space fragments, and the power of emptiness and darkness, which seemed to be power outside the two realms.

Even Qin Xuan couldn't help but feel a terrifying aftermath that would shatter him as he approached.

Qin Xuan was shocked with both fists, and the ink was mad.

"Is this the true strength of the sixth still water?"

"Have endured for 170,000 years, but do it now!"

Qin Xuan grinned, chest raised, and laughed, "I, Qin Changqing, stand by your side!"

"Just one person..."

Qin Xuan's fists shook, and he directly plunged into the endless turbulence, leaving the eight characters in the world.

"Kill it, what a fear!"