Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Heavenly Dao collapsed, the Great Fallen!

Above the sky, the blood rain was pouring.

That was the omen of the emperor's fall. Looking at the end of the great age, Qin Xuan seemed to have seen the end of this era.

The woman's peerless, headless corpse at the Seventeenth National Congress followed, and eventually disappeared from Qin Xuan's vision.

Afterwards, all the pictures in front of Qin Xuan were fragmented.

I don't know if it is because of the catastrophe or the meaning of this word has come to an end.

In this broken world, a figure seemed to walk out from the end of this broken world.

This is a saint, with a middle-aged face, without any gloss in his eyes.

"The predestined one comes here, but someone will come here?"

The voice of the saint seemed to contain endless vicissitudes, and those eyes seemed to have seen endless years, and it seemed that no head could be seen.

He was born with eye problems and couldn't see everything in this world.

Even if it is sanctification, he does not seem to heal this congenital deficiency.

"Don't ask where the comer comes from, don't ask where the goer is going!"

"I have already fallen, drowned in the long river of years!"

"No name, no surname, just a blind man!"

A faint voice came from the mouth of this saint.

Qin Xuan looked at this saint quietly, this saint only left a touch of will.

The origin of this will has long been submerged in that era.

Perhaps it was submerged in the battle with the emperor, or perhaps it was submerged in the end of that era.

"If you can get here, you should have read the seven characters!"

"Holy by fate, holy by fate!"

The blind saint slowly said, "These seven characters are left by me on my deathbed!"

"I have fallen. After death, the world is flooded with great floods, but it has nothing to do with me."

"just……"

"I can't worry about her!"

His voice suddenly became very soft, "She has been reincarnated one after another, died for the catastrophe, and fought for the catastrophe."

"But she, only in that era, came out of the tomb of the burial emperor, enlightened the seventeen people including me, and sanctified at the end of the era to wait for the catastrophe!"

"I'm afraid, after I wait for the fall of the seventeen people, she won't even be able to get out of the Burial Tomb, right?"

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "Reincarnation one era after another?"

He looked at the headless saint, his pupils condensed slightly.

That woman, a former emperor, proclaimed herself in the buried emperor's mausoleum.

For it is to cross the end of this era.

"Reincarnation, self-proclaimed, awakening, is a catastrophe!"

"is her?"

In Qin Xuan's heart, there was a wave of waves. He remembered that at the beginning of the tribulation of the previous life, Qin Changqing had been in retreat for a hundred years when the half-emperor was critical.

When he breaks through the emperor's success, the fairy world has fallen more than half.

He had heard that at the beginning of the Great Tribulation, the sages were terrified, the emperors were not supported, and even Xu Wushang was broken up several times.

In the centuries of the immortal calendar, the immortal world is almost desperate.

In the buried emperor's mausoleum, an ancient emperor walked out.

With one hand, the three emperor creatures were smashed, and they entered the calamity alone.

In the end, no one saw her return, but she was struggling for the immortal realm with a breath of breath until he Qin Changqing left.

When Qin Xuan's heart was turbulent, Blind Sage spoke again and said to himself.

"She shouldn't be like this!"

"The first emperor, but for all beings in the immortal realm, has fought for one life, another life!"

"She has no home, no way forward!"

"Death in the great calamity, life in the great disaster, in the end, even the immortal world will betray her!"

The Blind Saint's voice was gentle, but there was that kind of anger.

The voice gradually fell silent.

After a hundred breaths, the saint spoke.

"The predestined person, good or evil, right or wrong!"

"Maybe I don't know which era it is, or whether the fairy world still exists!"

"I don't know if she is still reincarnating."

"I have a request. If she is still there, can she take another look at the prosperity!"

"At that glance, all beings are suffering, but they also make fun of suffering!"

"People are not old, but there is still light!"

"It's not the end of that epoch, the collapse of the land that day, it's not the endless calamity, it's not the endless road to ruin."

The blind sage dropped his arms, as if he wanted to see through the years, as if he wanted to take a look, at this moment, what about her!

However, he could not see anything.

"I, have fallen!"

"But I still can't rest assured of her, she is too kind, even if it is a betrayal, she has never made her feel resentful against this world again and again!"

"I am blind, but my ears and eyes are clever. She once told me that all beings are evil by nature, but a little good is a miracle. I fight for this miracle, even if there is only one strand, what does it matter?"

"Sooner or later, this immortal world will not have a catastrophe again, and she will finally be free from this endless reincarnation, endless battlefield!"

"Perhaps, she can't see this scene anymore, but if she doesn't keep going, who can know the result."

The Blind Saint was smiling, but that smile seemed to admire him.

"Perhaps, as she said, there should be miracles in this world."

"I can't see it!"

"But she can still do it!"

"The fate, I..."

The sleeves of the blind saint moved slightly, and he bowed with both hands and bowed deeply.

"There is only this thought. If you wish to carry this thought, you can take my heart to pave the holy road!"

In this worship, the saint bowed his head, and the existence that stood high in the immortal world, looking over at one side, is now more like a poor old man who hasn't lost his thoughts.

Qin Xuan looked at the saint bowing his head and let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at the saint deeply and left the seventh character. Behind him, the saint was still giving salutes, as if he was worshipping Qin Xuan, asking for something, also worshiping the woman, respecting his grace, and also worshiping this future generation. , No more catastrophe.

Consciousness, returned to the body.

The seven characters on the wall, like wind and sand, slowly scattered and blurred.

The headless saint, at this moment, stands quietly behind Qin Xuan.

Qingming was restored in Qin Xuan's eyes, and he looked at the fuzzy seven characters.

"Dust-covered the emperor, fingerprints become holy."

Qin Xuan's voice was calm as still water, as if the scenes before that, the words of the Blind Saint before that, were not enough to make his mood fluctuate.

"Sages, there are too many unknown people in this world. In the pre-Ancient Era, how many saints have fallen into it."

"You can't worry about her, why can't you worry about it!?"

"This is what she asks for. This way is for her, not misery, but a great way!"

"What about the dusty hundred centuries? What about fighting for the centuries?"

Qin Xuan said softly: "This is her way, her ambition, and she is willing to do so, so how can the word grief come from?"

"She is not pitiful! No need, no one is pitiful!"

He slowly turned around and looked at the headless saint.

"Fine!"

"I, Qin Changqing, is not a benevolent saint. You can regard me as a greedy and unrighteous person!"

Qin Xuan probed his hand and landed on the chest of the headless saint.

Immediately, the headless saint shook slightly, and in Qin Xuan's palm, a pale golden fruit quietly appeared in his hand.

This is the heart of a sage, a sacred heart that has been sealed for 300 billion years and has never decayed.

Within the sacred fruit, what seems to be hidden is the endless golden sea and endless holy aggregates.

Qin Xuan looked at the headless saint, gently holding the holy fruit.

His thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was slow.

"But I, Qin Changqing, have a madness!"

"The words must be practiced!"

"Since you take your heart, take it as your wish!"

"In this life, you can rest at ease with me, she doesn't have to wait for the next era!"

Qin Xuan looked at the headless and heartless saint, holding a glass of Yuanding Black Ant Wine in his hand.

"This glass of wine is treated as a toast to you!"

"Blind and heartbroken!"

I have no view of the world in my whole life, one heart but one worry.

Qin Xuan seemed to see it again, that was by the stream, the girl playing in the water.

On that shore, the boy with a basket!