Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

On the Tongyang flyover, Qin Xuan was still walking slowly.

He didn't walk fast, and the distance between Hengyang and Xianhuangxing had not yet traveled one third.

The surrounding temperature seems to be getting more terrifying, and every step seems to be stepping in a fire.

As if the path of cultivation, disaster is like fire, burning my body.

Boring, boring, burning, painful...

All kinds of feelings, such as entering the heart, a short step, will cause the surrounding constant sun to invade the body, burn the body and die.

On the sky bridge, it seems that it has completely turned into a road of catastrophe.

Every step is a catastrophe, and if you are careless, you will fall into it.

Qin Xuan also saw more and more bones, and the magic weapon was so smelted that it was embedded on the crimson sky bridge.

He looked calm and his heart was still in water, still walking slowly.

He has walked this path in his previous life, and he has been walking for three full years, and he has cultivated the Dao Heart over the bridge.

But now, the sky bridge cast by the flames of Hengyang is nothing but Qin Changqing's slightest shake?

On this sky bridge, he walked for about five days.

There has never been a broken bridge ahead, and occasionally Hengyang tides swept across, but for Qin Xuan, who refines the blood of the Phoenix, it is not even the slightest obstruction.

He drove hundreds of tides, walked most of the sky bridges, and was almost at the end.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's eyes stopped.

He looked forward, and saw many figures, hundreds of people, gathered in one place.

"Are you here?"

Qin Xuan muttered to himself and smiled faintly.

He naturally knew where he was ahead, and saw that the sky bridge in front seemed to be broken again, and replaced by the vast starry sky, dark, cold, and terrible, with a turbulent flow condensing around and turning into a storm, if everything would be destroyed.

It's just that the place where this bridge is broken is not decadent.

In the center of countless turbulent storms, there is a mountain.

The whole body of this mountain is full of stars, and on it, there are more restraints shining, and the beautiful colors are intertwined.

There is a pavilion on the mountain, and there are treasures in the pavilion, hundreds of thousands, like stars, shining with the light of the sun.

Phoenix Blood Mountain!

Tens of millions of years ago, a spectacle in the Divine Kingdom of Xianhuang.

Refining a mountain with thousands of discarded treasures into a mountain, it stands in front of the entrance of the Immortal Phoenix Imperial City.

There are thousands of treasures in this mountain, and every treasure is extraordinary.

Visitors can climb this mountain, if they can reach a certain height, they can keep their name and pick a treasure of the same height at will.

It can be seen how arrogant the Immortal Phoenix Divine Kingdom was at the beginning. Every piece of treasure on this Phoenix Blood Mountain was not easily available. Most of them were five-rank heavy treasures, which were specially prepared for visitors.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago, there were very few people who could obtain valuable treasures on this Phoenix Blood Mountain.

Everyone who left a name was a generation of amazing talents, and even at the time in the fairy phoenix gods, many cultivators were honored to stay on the Phoenix Blood Mountain.

Except for the treasure, this is the highest glory.

Even if there is a Dao Sovereign below the He Dao realm who gets a treasure, it will be received by the Emperor of the Divine Phoenix Kingdom.

And at the top of the Phoenix Blood Mountain, there was even a drop of true Phoenix blood.

It was not the blood of the fairy phoenix, but the blood of a true phoenix in the Mahayana realm, the mount of the ancestor of the fairy phoenix kingdom.

Even if this drop of blood is not the blood of the fairy phoenix, it is definitely an existence that makes people jealous for the cultivator.

If he could swallow the phoenix blood, the mana and body benefits of the cultivator would be as good as taking a half-immortal medicine.

That's why the hundreds of Dao Monarchs gathered.

Qin Xuan approached, and even the Taoists had never noticed him.

Most of the Dao Monarchs present are the top grade of returning to the virtual, and they can walk through the Tongyang flyover, and their strength is beyond doubt.

Even Qin Xuan saw Feng Bao and others here.

Feng Bao's four were here, looking at the Huangxue Mountain and frowning.

They were obviously not satisfied with the results of their climbing, and there were never the names of Feng Bao and others.

"Tongbaoge's fat man, you have only climbed seven hundred and sixty zhang, it would be too shameful to Evergreen!" Wuxian sneered and mocked.

Feng Bao was not embarrassed either, and said with a smile: "The Saintess without a fairy is right. Feng Bao is not strong enough, so naturally he can't climb too high!"

Tianxu's complexion on the side also turned pale, and he obviously suffered a lot.

"Wuxian girl, or else, you go up and try?" Tian Xu snorted, "Although your bones are strong, you may not be close enough to climb this mountain."

As he said, Tianxu's gaze fell on the Huangxue Mountain, and said weirdly: "Look at Su Xuan, but he left his name at 1,700 feet and got a bottle of Phoenix Bone Pill. If you can't even beat Su Xuan, tut ..."

"Old Taoist, shut up!" Wuxian raised her eyebrows, and said with a charming and charming voice: "How can this saint be better than Su Xuan that fool? This saint just doesn't want to be so eager to climb the mountain."

At this moment, there was a roar, which surprised the three of them.

When they turned their heads and looked around, they saw that the unscrupulous was silent, and they were already climbing.

Such actions not only surprised the Wuxian trio, but also the monks who were onlookers, their expressions shocked.

"The eminent monk in the Qingdi Palace has climbed the mountain!"

"I remember this monk's title is unscrupulous, he is a high monk from the Da Zizai Temple, and his strength is unfathomable. I wonder how high he can climb this mountain?"

"The tallest person at the moment is the Su Xuan saint of the Holy Heaven Zhenzong. She has double cultivation of law and body, and she is blessed with a thousand and seven hundred feet."

The surrounding monks talked a lot, looking at the Phoenix Blood Mountain, which was shining with stars.

This mountain is 5,400 feet high, which is less than one-third of 1,700 feet high.

I saw unscrupulous mountaineering. The mountain is almost a cliff with only a slight arc. The mountain surface is even more glorious like a mirror, and you can't stop.

Unscrupulous boarding, but a hundred meters, his speed is obviously slow.

Suddenly, his unscrupulous body shook. There was golden Buddha's light, rising from the sky, his sluggish figure was unexpectedly lifted up, his feet as if stepping in the void, like a Buddha's light, straight up the mountain.

The speed is staggering.

Every inch of this mountain's pressure will increase, which is equivalent to going upstream. Under such circumstances, unscrupulous people can even explode.

"Three hundred feet, only a few breaths?"

"Before the saint Su Xuan, it took more than 30 breaths to enter three hundred zhang, and she deserves to be a member of the Qing Emperor Palace!"

As everyone discussed, unscrupulousness has turned into a bit of golden light in everyone's eyes, and its momentum has not stopped, and the speed has never been slow.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the unscrupulous neck and the top of the head without hair have blue veins.

There is even a trace of blood in his eyes, like a mad monk.

"Seven hundred feet, surpassing Feng Bao of Tongbao Pavilion!"

"Eight hundred feet..."

"It's over a thousand feet!"

Thousands of feet, under the Huangxue Mountain, there was a sensation, and Wuxian and the others couldn't help but shrink their pupils.

On this Tongyang bridge, among the monks, there is no one who can climb thousands of feet. Su Xuan alone.

Tianxu and Feng Bao are sidetracks, and the disadvantage of mountaineering is too great, and they have never exceeded a thousand feet.

One thousand and one hundred feet, one thousand and two hundred feet...

Fifteen hundred feet!

Under the Huangxue Mountain, there was a dead silence, and Tian Xu, Feng Bao and the others couldn't help but stunned.

They don't know the pressure above a thousand meters, but they understand that it is absolutely unimaginable.

Fifteen hundred feet, almost surpassing their height almost doubled.

"This monk is crazy!" Tianxu Taoist muttered, his eyes were filled with formations, and he looked as high as 1,500 feet in front of him.

He could clearly see that the unscrupulous Qiqiao was bleeding, and his bones seemed to be broken.

"If this goes on, he will definitely suffer heavy losses!" Wuxian's expression also changed slightly.

"Damn it, what the monk is suddenly going crazy!" Feng Bao's mouth was also twitching.

I saw a hint of brilliance in his unscrupulous pupils, and he looked up to the top of the mountain, as if looking at the end of his Buddhist path.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​He folded his hands together, and behind him, a Dharma image suddenly appeared.

That was his Buddhist way. I saw that Qianzhang Dharma suddenly stepped on the ground, supporting him with one hand, and even under this situation, the body that abruptly supported him rose again.

One thousand six hundred feet!

The terrifying pressure almost made Wuliang sound of broken bones, and the skin was blue.

His appearance at the moment is not like a Buddha like a demon.

Only those eyes are peaceful and firm, like the heart of Buddha.

Suddenly, the thousand-zhang dharma image shattered and was crushed by its pressure. Even so, in the smashing dharma image, the big Buddha clasped his palms together and slammed into the unscrupulous feet.

Bang bang bang...

There was almost a sound of cracking flesh and blood, and his flesh and blood seemed to be crushed.

The monks below were all dumbfounded.

"This monk is mad!"

"No, if this goes on, he might fall into this mountain."

Tianxu and Feng Bao's complexion changed suddenly, frowning.

"As for? It's just a mountain, those precious treasures are not necessary!" Wuxian was also a little confused, she had never seen Wuliang like this.

One thousand seven hundred zhang, unscrupulous holding the Buddha's ceremony, he even saw Su Xuan's name, but his eyes were already a little blurred.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a laugh in his ear, a chuckle like a silver bell.

"Little monk, I am afraid it will be difficult to cross me!"

"Little monk, what's so good about becoming a Buddha? It's not as good as me. The heaven and the earth are the bed, and the sun and the moon are friends!"

"Little monk, I'm leaving, goodbye bye!"

The unscrupulous teeth trembled slightly, and suddenly burst into tears.

"The little monk is not talented and has dull talent. You can't climb this mountain, and you can't cross it!" There were blood and tears in his eyes.

"So what? If you can't climb this mountain, you'll end up until you are exhausted. If you can't get past you, you'll end up with your life!"

He spouted a mouthful of blood, but there was an infinite Buddha light on his body, vaguely, as if a shackle was broken.

boom!

At this moment, he seemed to be trapped in ethereal, vaguely, as if touching the edge of Hedao.

In the ear, there seemed to be another sound.

"No, the people who steal the fairy mountain are here!"

"Go, if you don't leave, I will be buried here!"

Vaguely, Wuliang seemed to see the overwhelming bandits in that city, and saw the figure of the bandit who gave orders.

"This guy is my friend. Go and play next to you!"

"Little monk, meet again! Tsk tsk, but why are you still in the Transcendent Realm."

"Tell you a secret, my grandpa nominated me to the immortal list."

"Little monk, I'm leaving, next time I meet you, be careful I rob you!"

The monk in the city moved his lips, but did not speak.

On the mountain, Wuliang suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers like a knife, writing a line on the Phoenix Blood Mountain.

He missed the line that he said, "Congratulations!"

"Congratulations, you are on the celestial list, ranking 71!"

Unscrupulous smile, blood is like a stream, and the figure is like sand falling.

Xianbang seventy-one!

Little monk, I'm afraid his life will be over.