Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

On Longchi Mountain, the clouds are long.

Green hills and trees, flowers and grasses, a waterfall of spirits rising from heaven and earth, watering on Qin Xuan's body.

He slowly closed his eyes, bathed in the spirit waterfall, and recovered the severe damage to his back and shoulders.

The power of Xuansu Yinming is as piercing as ice, and the power of Sanwei real fire is as scorching of lava.

The power of the Void Returning Puppet is too terrifying. Qin Xuan was only touched lightly. If all the power of the Void Puppet is activated, I am afraid that he will be the true monarch, and even the true Void Returning Daoist will face these seven war puppets. Also to fall.

At the top of Longchi Mountain, a figure suddenly walked down the mountain.

Jun Wushuang!

She came slowly and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Qin Xuan!"

The soft voice was like calling the bottom of his heart, but Qin Xuan still closed his eyes and never opened.

Jun Wushuang frowned, "Qin Xuan, you have been retreating in this Longchi Mountain for a long time, and Hao'er has been training your mind in the Red Dust Furnace. When he chooses the way, do you still have to retreat?"

Jun Wushuang's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and she looked at Qin Xuan's still indifferent appearance, with a trace of irritation in her eyes.

"Qin Xuan, what do you mean!"

"At first you traded with me for a hundred years, I have done it, but Haoer, Haoer is innocent! You..."

Before the words fell, another voice came from the foot of the mountain.

"Qin Xuan!"

There was only one person in white clothes with a face like snow.

Her eyes were filled with killing intent and grief, "I have worked hard for a hundred years, and today is when you repay what you owe me!"

"Amitabha!" There was a Buddha's voice flying into the sky, and a woman came wearing a Buddha's clothing, like a Bodhisattva lowering her eyebrows and her eyes like a vajra anger.

"Qin Xuan, the lord of Hai Qing is your great-grandfather, and you are also my enemy!"

"I stayed in Puluo Temple for a hundred years, just to kill you!"

There was a killing intent, and if a glacial river was pouring, even Qin Xuan's heart would not have ripples.

It's a pity that it was just a ripple, and then disappeared.

He is like a dead wood Buddha, never half-wire movements.

"Xuan!" Suddenly, there was another voice, and Qin Wende had gray hair, "I want to live forever, Xuan, I don't want to die!"

"Xuan, save me, I don't want to leave you!" Shen Xinxiu pity, pale head.

"Dad!" There was another mountain climbing, Qin Hao was full of hatred, his eyes were bloody, "I am obviously the Qing Emperor, the pride of heaven, why do you want to seal my cultivation base, why do you want me to suffer like this? Humiliation, why do you want me to refine my heart!"

"You gave birth to me, just let me be your puppet, controlled by you for a lifetime!"

Qin Hao's voice full of resentment sounded, as if shocking this Longchi Heaven and Earth.

Even more, Da Jiner, showing his fierceness again, roars in the air, desiring to bite the Lord back to freedom.

"Senior, you let me enter the dragon pond spiritual veins and recast my true body, just for my own selfish desires, to help senior guard the dragon pond?" Dragon Soul ** was full of grief and anger, overlooking Qin Xuan's voice.

Queen Mother Bear roared and roared, Ning Ziyang, Su Qiao'er and others all came together, wanting to impose sanctions.

"This person should die!"

"Qin Xuan, you **** it!"

"Qin Xuan, you don't deserve to be a man, you don't deserve to be a father!"

"I want to kill you to sacrifice my grief!"

The sound of the sound, like a magic sound, even if the ears are blocked, it is still difficult to stop the slightest.

Suddenly, Jun Wushuang started, Huo Luan appeared in her hand, and Qin Xuan was enveloped in it.

Luan Huo scorched his body, and along with Jun Wushuang's wanton laughter, Qin Xuan's skin gradually dried up, and the pain of burning flesh was no different from reality.

"Qin Xuan!" Mo Qinglian's pupils were stained with blood, like a demon head, sacrificing swords.

"I won't kill you, I want you to taste the pain of Ling Chi, let you taste the grief in my heart, so that you can't survive, and you can't die!" She roared, sword, through Qin Xuan's shoulders, that kind The real pain of the bone, even the pain of the meridian being cut, even the Eternal Evergreen Art can't work, as if the meridian no longer exists.

"Qin Xuan, the hatred of parents, don't share the sky!" Xiao Wu's eyes were full of hatred, and the Bodhisattva Buddha appeared behind him. His sword fell like a thousand mountains, and Qin Xuan's mouth was full of blood.

"Qin Xuan, my son, Dad doesn't want to die!"

"My son, save me!"

The elderly parents were rotted in front of Qin Xuan, their skin and flesh scattered, and withered bones turned into sand.

"You, don't deserve to be a father!" Qin Hao hated like a knife, and cut Qin Xuan Qin Xuan's arm straight. In an instant, Qin Xuan's arm had been cut off, and the blood was like a fountain.

"Qin Xuan, you destroy the Holy See of Guangming, destroy my former residence, such a hatred, go to **** and confess!" Qin Yaner's eyes were dense, the blazing white flames fell, and Qin Xuan's flesh and blood were burnt as if dried up, piece by piece. The flesh and blood disappeared, exposing the bones of the organs.

A series of roars, killing intent, grief, sanctions sounded at the top of Longchi Mountain.

Unconsciously, Longchi Mountain seemed to have collapsed, and only those resentful faces were still in front of Qin Xuan.

Only Qin Xuan, except for this full head of gray hair, is already inhumane.

As if there were only bones left in the body, it was full of holes, and it was almost on the verge of extinction.

"Qin Changqing, you can't live forever, you think you are supreme, in fact, you are no different from the dog that lost the family!"

"Why do you live forever? Why do you become Qingdi!"

It seemed that there was a voice rising from the bottom of my heart, into my mind, swaying the last trace of life.

Finally, Qin Xuan opened his eyes, he looked at the terrifying faces in front of him, and at the destroyed Longchi Mountain.

He stood up leisurely, like a skeleton, and looked at the crowd.

Those pains are engraved in the heart, burning flesh, broken bones, losing arms, sad...

Qin Xuan didn't know anything, he just glanced at the sky faintly.

"Wanfajia, taste all the pain!"

"This mental state of refining has a level of one or two, but it is a pity that compared to the eighteen hells, compared to the ten palaces of Yama, it is more than a little different!"

"Huantian, with your lingering strength, it is not easy to be able to do this step with this mental state!"

"But you look at me too much!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, looking at the faces that he never forgot in his heart.

"I, Qin Changqing, have no fear if I have no shame, and my heart is calm."

"Compared to those three thousand fantasy worlds and illusions, this so-called illusion is simply as gravel than a fairy mountain."

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand a little, his fingers had withered bones, like coke, lightly tapped in the void in front of him.

Along with him, knowing the sea, there is a wisp of breeze coming out, coming into the fingertips, all kinds of prosperity, the world of Longchi...

Vanished!

His shoulders and back were restored as before, and his body was the same, but his face was slightly flushed, and then, blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

"I moved a bit of Di Nian to hurt his Supreme Nian, you should come out too?"

Qin Xuan's body shook, shaking the blood of the seven orifices into nothingness.

His eyes were calm, and in front of him, a thousand rays of light suddenly gathered.

"Tianxiao Pavilion Artifact!"