Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

What is death, in this world, there are still traces of you, but you can only enter the earth and rocks, not participate.

The sight is full of darkness, that kind of boundless loneliness, sadness, and even all kinds of memories, all like a knife, tearing you.

How many times Qin Xuan had passed by death before, he originally thought that with his state of mind and strength, there shouldn't be too much problem in the face of this absolute power.

But at this moment, he noticed the difference.

All the feelings he experienced made him feel that this was not an illusion, but that he had fallen into real death.

Even in his mind, a large number of memories constantly shuttled in front of him.

Not only memories, but these memories are also chaotic, like nightmares.

The catastrophes that he had survived, once again reappeared in front of him.

It's just that, this time, he has never gone through those catastrophes, nor has he ever gone through those catastrophes.

Yes, only the pressing feeling of pressure is suffocating and powerless.

Unlike once in the long river of time, this time, he is shuttled in the long river of time.

From returning to China, and now, the pain that once made him also piercing, the scenes that made him angry, once again surfaced in front of him.

Even so, Qin Xuan had not been lost, and knew that all of this was false and did not happen in reality, but that kind of emotions were all affecting him.

Because of these emotions, they belong to him.

He even saw the deaths of Jun Wushuang and others, Qin Hao, and Qin Qinglan.

Chen Zixiao, Feng Lei Wanwu Sect, the ancestor of prison guard...

Anger, sadness, unwillingness, grief... countless emotions, like a knife, pierced into Qin Xuan's heart.

Moreover, the endless loneliness and indifference, he can only be a spectator, he has to be a spectator.

Even if he tried his best, he couldn't move a finger.

After the memories were like a knife and made Qin Xuan feel the terrible power of this absolute, Qin Xuan saw the future.

In this future, he did not wake up, but really died under this ancient monument.

Xia Zu occupies his body, and his Qin Changqing disappears forever.

Within nine days and ten places, Huang Xie never waited for anyone to return again.

At the end of the five-hundred years, the Shinto line was furious, and Prison led the Shinto line of troops to enter the Luogutian.

The immortal city of longevity, like a colony of ants, decayed in the contemptuous sneer of the jailbreaker.

He seemed to have seen the scenes that he had seen in the burial ground. The old deceased died one by one, and he could only watch because he was already dead.

In the scenes before him, the people he valued the most, with terrible resentment, turned their grievances into the dust of the nine heavens and ten earth.

But Qin Changqing was no longer the savior of the Everlasting City, but the chief culprit in the destruction of the Everlasting City.

The immortal city of longevity was established because of him and died because of him.

Qin Xuan watched the scenes, his heart was more than a sword, like a thousand tribulations.

Even Qin Xuan felt a kind of suffocation, all kinds of things in front of him, even if he still kept clear and knew that everything was false and everything was illusory, but he was extremely uncomfortable.

The state of mind is still there, not moving like a mountain, but the feeling of death and powerlessness in his heart makes Qin Xuan as if struggling in a hell.

No silence, no peace.

"I have died once, and I was buried in a long river of time."

"But it was a desperate move, and it was an eye-opening in a flash, back to high school."

"Now, it's more like a real death."

Qin Xuan muttered to himself that the scenes before him did not make him completely degenerate.

However, the suffocation is real.

What he sees now is all speculations in his mind, and Qin Changqing's speculations are also speculations and facts.

It is possible that Xia Zu will lose his life and replace him as before.

The ancestor of the prison guard enters Luo Gutian, who can stop it! ?

Without him, Qin Changqing, Emperor Bai, or Emperor Yao, which ancient emperor would care about the scene of longevity? Not to mention, if you want to be an enemy of the Shinto, it is a real behemoth in the nine heavens and ten earth, only under the immortal Tao.

The strength of Xu Shan and Langtian is low, and the immortal Dao family also has to plan for themselves.

If his Qin Changqing is dead, the various things in front of him are definitely not just Qin Changqing's guesses.

It was reality, a reality that was almost destined to happen after Qin Changqing's death.

Many details may be different, but the result will not change.

In the burial ground of the industry, he saw his tomb.

Qin Xuan kept his memories here, and the world he was thinking of was ups and downs.

He has seen too much, hallucinations! ? No, if he really died, these will become real.

And he is truly powerless.

...

In the Primordial Continent, the human race, the holy imperial city.

"Peerless Dragon Yan broke through the cage and smashed through the Holy Imperial City, causing the entire Holy Imperial City to fall into ruins.

Outside the Holy Emperor City, there is even more chaos.

Fortunately, the Holy Emperor of the Human Race used the ancient artifact, the Seal of the Holy Emperor, to forcibly destroy the Dragon Yan, behead the existence of the Primordial Level, and be famous in the Primordial Continent..."

In a tavern of Human Race, someone held a heavy wood and knocked it on the table.

He was talking about the great events that took place in the Holy Imperial City. This event shook the eight realms of the Primordial Continent, the spiders of the Heavenly Devil Mountain, the true ancient Buddha, the Immortal Lord of the Supreme Profound, the Lord of Longevity, and so on. All come personally.

The entire Taikoo Continent is also full of turmoil, but now it has been a long time, most living beings don't care anymore, only some people use these to eat and make a living.

In this tavern, a person suddenly dropped a few human coins, which were similar to some kind of jade, square, falling on the table and clinking.

"How long ago did this happen!?"

I saw a woman holding a wine gourd and asked drunkly.

"Thank you, thank you sir!"

"Twenty-seven years ago!"

The person who told the story looked at the woman with surprise on his face.

"Twenty-seven years ago, a Primordial existence was born!" The woman murmured, and she looked at the person again, "About this matter, you can tell me more. If there is something I want to know, you will not be missing. the benefits of."

"Okay, my lord, listen carefully!"

After a full stick of incense, the woman walked out of the tavern.

Quickly walked out of the city, and flung away a few secretly spying people, and then rose into the air.

Here, a thousand and a hundred miles southward, the woman fell slowly in a mountain.

There was ripples in the sky, and the woman entered it and disappeared.

In this world, Luo Yan looked at Wuxin and Tianblind, "Twenty-seven years ago, the Holy Imperial City of the Human Race was born with a Primordial Existence. The Primordial Rank should be equivalent to an ancient emperor."

"That fellow Qin Changqing, wouldn't he really get involved, right?"

There was a rare worry on Luo Yan's face. Wuxin squatted with his knees hugged, and the carving knife in his hand carved a wooden figure.

"The place where Qin Changqing Muren last disappeared was near the Holy Imperial City."

"The Sky Blind found out that there was a person who was similar to Qin Changqing and met with the holy emperor of the human race."

"Before the human race's holy imperial city encountered the Taigu Longyan catastrophe, he Qin Changqing entered the holy imperial palace, but never came out again."

"My wooden man can explore the vitality of the holder, the last message left by the wooden man, he..."

Unintentionally raised his head, there was a trace of sadness on his face.

"It should have fallen!"

Qin Changqing, the first ancestral realm of nine heavens and ten earths, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and who often speaks wildly...

dead!