Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Seven thousand meters of spiritual veins, nine blood locks are like a dragon.

Xuanguang Slashing Dragon Gourd is more like a black hole, swallowing heaven and earth.

Until the 7,000-meter spiritual veins entered the mouth of the gourd, the Xuanguang Slashing Dragon Gourd returned to Qin Xuan's waist.

The world seemed to be calm, the Kunlun peaks split open, and a huge 7,000-meter gap like a dragon appeared in the world.

Qing Xu and the others were all sluggish, they stared at the gap blankly, as if it was the gap between them and the figure standing in the sky, Ruoxian Linchen.

It will be difficult for them to cultivate for a lifetime.

Qingdi!

Qingxu's eyes were dull, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Qin Xuan put away the mysterious light and cut the dragon gourd, and this time he received the West King's spirit veins, and even consumed all the green wood in his body, like withered and rotten wood, waiting for winter and spring to regenerate.

"After all, it is the Qi Refining Realm!" Qin Xuan shook his head. Even though he is invincible on this star, he is still only the Qi Refining Realm. For the Eight Realms of Cultivation, he is just getting started.

Qin Xuan fell on the ground, as if a feather fell, lifting the weight lightly.

He and Qin Yan'er walked to the Kunlun disciples of Qingxu, and looked at the Kunlun Sect disciples who seemed to be lost in their souls, and Qin Xuan paused slightly.

Qin Xuan glanced at the Qingxu faintly, "So, I will take away the Xiwang Lingmai!"

Qing Xu's face was pale, and his body suddenly shook.

Without the West King's spiritual veins, Kunlun Sect is like a treasure. Looking at Kunlun, although there are some spiritual veins, how can those spiritual veins compare with the West King's spiritual veins?

But at this moment, how dare Qingxu say anything? I was so frightened that I didn't even dare to spit out a word.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, he naturally knew that Qing Xu was unwilling.

However, he took the spirit veins as the golden pill, and the West King's spirit veins had seven ranks, so he naturally couldn't let it go.

The most important thing is that Kunlun had been disrespectful for one or two. If it hadn't been for Qin Xuan's love, he would have wiped out Kunlun Sect.

Taking its spiritual pulse can also be regarded as punishment.

"However, I and you Kunlun Sect can be regarded as having that touch of affection, and nothing will be done, otherwise, there will be no Kunlun Sect in the world." Qin Xuan said indifferently, he took out a note from Xuanguang Slashing Dragon Gourd.

Throw it to Qingxu at will, like throwing garbage.

"This is the Xiwang Jue, Shenger and other exercises hundreds of times."

Qin Xuan walked with his hand with his hand, the words made the Kunlun Sect disciples stupefied and sluggish.

Xiwang Jue?

West King’s Spiritual Vessel?

What is the connection?

Qingxu caught the notebook in his hand, her face blank.

The Kunlun Sect has been cultivated since ancient times, and it is rare in the world. Is there any exercise that is hundreds of times stronger than the Kunlun Sect?

Could it be that the Azure Emperor gifted his own cultivation technique to Kunlun Sect?

As soon as this thought came up, Qingxu wiped it out of his mind. How could it be possible!

With endless doubts, Qingxu opened the note.

Immediately, he saw that word by word, line by line.

Qingxu was sluggish for an instant, as if he was addicted to it, flipping through the notebook, frowning from time to time, shocked and excited.

The entire Kunlun Sect disciples looked at them, the Taoist ancestor at this moment, like a lunatic, staying on this mountain for a whole night.

Until the end of the night, the emotions suddenly closed the notebook, and the eyes were full of endless ecstasy and shock.

"Tao Ancestor!" The little Dao Tong who kept the iron lock could not help asking, "What are we going to do?"

Qingxu then eased from the turmoil in the turbulent waves, turned his head and looked at the little Dao Tong, "What to do? Although the West Wangfeng is destroyed, my Kunlun Sect disciple is still there, and there are many more in Kunlun. Spiritual veins, it's enough to settle down!"

There was a faint ** in his voice, and he looked at the notebook in his hand.

"With this technique, my Kunlun Sect will be dozens of times better than before, even if there is no West King Spiritual Vessel!"

Endless excitement agitated in the Qing Xu's voice. The mystery and magical powers written in this volume of exercises seemed to open up a new world for him.

Even more, it makes Qingxu feel that he was in the past, but four characters.

Frog at the bottom of the well!

With endless ecstasy, Qingxu reluctantly calmed his mind. He turned and looked at the direction Qin Xuan was leaving. Even though the night was full, but Qingxu had no hatred for the Qing emperor in his heart. In awe.

"Qing Xu dynasty Kunlun, thank you Qingdi!" The voice came out slowly, staying on the edge of Kunlun for a long time.

...

Qin Xuan was sitting in a car with his eyes calm. He had already left. He didn't care much about Qingxu and Kunlun Sect.

The volume of exercises he left was just the first three levels of the old deceased's sect exercises, enough to cultivate to transform the gods.

But speaking of the old ancestor, Qin Xuan glanced at the sky outside the window, as if he could see through the endless starry sky, among the vast stars, the woman who had been drunk with him.

The woman once occupied Kunlun on this star and became the **** of Kunlun with a strange posture.

On this star, ancient and modern respect it, call it... Queen Mother!

Western Queen!

Qin Xuan sighed softly, "It's a pity! Time is not merciful, this Kunlun is destined to be annihilated in that long river."

When the mountains are rotten, the rivers and seas have an end.

There is no wood road forever, no one can live forever.

Therefore, the world seeks longevity and goes against the sky.

Qin Xuan smiled. In his previous life, he was on the road of immortality. On the way to long life, in this life...

He retracted his gaze and murmured softly.

"If there is everlasting life in the world, I shall be the first person!"

...

Kyoto, a mountain shrouded in mist all day long.

This mountain was once the ancestral land of the Chen family. A year ago, it was suddenly a military restricted area.

Below this mountain, there was a monument broken by nine points, leaving only one point revealing the ruthlessness of the years. The monuments of the past are now all broken.

Down the mountain, a car drove slowly in, and as soon as it approached, it was stopped.

"Military restricted area, please stay away!"

Soldiers stopped and looked at the luxury car with full alertness.

Although he did not believe that anyone would dare to make trouble in Kyoto or even trespass into this restricted military zone, as a soldier, he had to be vigilant.

Even though the body is as flat as the sea, the heart is like a knife in the body.

Qin Xuan glanced at the soldier as the window slowly rolled down.

"Who is this mountain?"

"Sorry, no comment. This is a military restricted zone. If there is no order, you can't let it go!" The soldier frowned and said slowly.

At this moment, someone came from a distance.

The body is like a phantom, crossing a kilometer in just a few steps.

Ning Ziyang was almost in a cold sweat. He looked at the soldier and suddenly shouted, "Presumptuous!"

He appeared in front of the soldier, then looked back at Qin Xuan, smirking.

"Qingdi!"

The soldier was startled, and immediately backed away, disapproving of Ning Ziyang's shout.

"I have seen the chief!"

Ning Ziyang's identity in China is a general, and it is convenient for some time, these soldiers have also met, this King Power Mountain, there are often many big people, so the soldiers know Ning Ziyang.

Where would Ning Ziyang pay attention to the soldier, but looked at Qin Xuan nervously.

At this moment, there was another voice behind him.

"Head, if there is no order from the peak, you can't let it go!"

The soldiers looked calm and saluted, but their shouts were louder than before, like thunder.