Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Above Long Desert, a figure slowly walked out of it.

Behind him, a large swath of fairy ants became corpses, nearly a thousand, and fell here.

"Bengquan!"

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, and the mysterious dragon vacated from the big Luo Xuanlong gourd around his waist, sweeping away the body of the thousands of immortal ants.

The wind and thunder wings, the golden wings vibrated, and disappeared above the dragon desert like a golden rainbow.

Seven hours later, at the edge of Dragon Valley, Qin Xuan stepped into the clouds and returned to the hall.

"These thousand immortal ants can almost make ten thousand cups of Yuanding Black Ant Wine!"

"With your ninth rank, you can refine it in three days, right?"

Qin Xuan slowly said in this hall.

"Emperor Qing, it doesn't take three days, two and a half days is enough!"

Feng Wei responded, and Qin Xuan nodded slightly.

He had already swallowed the Yuanding Black Ant Wine before.

After he returned, he simply refined some more.

Now Yuanding Black Ant Wine has only a meager effect on his breakthrough, but it might as well accumulate less.

Almost nine months have passed since cutting off the star.

In the past nine months, Qin Xuan has been preparing to break through the third round of Da Luo, but unfortunately, the advancement was too slow.

For him now, unless it is a Hunyuan Immortal Medicine, or even a pill, ordinary Da Luo things are insignificant to him.

According to Qin Xuan's estimation, if it is Da Luo's thing to break through to Rank 3, he is afraid that he will swallow a million plants of immortal medicine, even if it is Rank 8 of Da Luo, at least more than 10,000.

Such a terrifying consumption, I am afraid that even those former ancient creatures will be stunned.

Hunyuan is Hunyuan after all, and Ronaldo is also Ronaldo after all.

Entering the third rank, with the help of the sacred heart, he also needs at least the elixir of the first realm of more than fifty Hunyuan.

This is a huge fortune, I am afraid that he will be able to enter the third revolution by pouring out all his belongings.

The three turns are still so, above, and there are four turns, five turns, and even nine turns of heaven jealousy.

Qin Xuan sat quietly, "I'm afraid that I will destroy the clan, and at least be a clan of the sixth rank or above, or swallow a whole sixth-class mineral vein, which will allow me to enter the third rank, and there will be ten sixth-class mineral veins, which can enter the fourth. turn."

"If it becomes Rank Nine, it is not grade 5, or even grade 4 Hunyuan veins!"

"A whole vein is the foundation of a clan, and no clan can easily give it away!"

The wanton slaughter, Qin Changqing has always dismissed it, and the rest of the veins are probably only in the depths of the buried emperor's tomb.

In the outskirts of the buried emperor’s mausoleum, after this epoch, the immortals who entered this place competed, whether it was mineral veins or immortal medicines, there were few pitiful.

There are only some immortal medicines that grow in a short period of time. The longer the age, the higher the effectiveness of the immortal medicine, or the more mineral veins that accumulate, the less likely it is to exist in the periphery of this buried emperor tomb.

And in the depths, the saint will also fall into it, and the Hunyuan will enter it, and he will die forever.

Qin Xuan's eyes slowly closed, "If the Thunder Blood Clan Tianjiao doesn't come again, then leave!"

"It's nothing more than ants, not enough I am waiting here!"

Half a month later, outside of Bianlonggu.

Someone walked alone, overlooking the cloud-shrouded land.

Lei Shaoji quietly looked at the lingering Bianlong Valley, and in his eyes, a faint light of thunder passed by.

In an instant, his figure had disappeared.

The white mist hides the thunder shadow, and there is no trace in a moment.

In the Bianlong Valley, Lei Mansions were scattered, and Lei Shaoji overlooked the deep valley.

This was his second visit, and for the first time, he swept the three great immortals in this valley, suppressed this valley, and made him a temporary residence.

At the moment when Lei Shaoji appeared, Xuan Jiyou, including the purple-clothed boy, had seven figures, all from the past, looking towards Lei Shaoji.

They all walked out of the ban, and they were all too familiar with the banned breath.

This is how they can clearly distinguish who is in this world and who is from the past.

But now, Lei Shaoji never concealed it, as if proudly telling the sentient beings here in Longgu, he Lei Shaoji returned.

In the main hall, Qin Xuan held a glass of Yuanding Black Ant Wine and took a sip.

"Are you here?"

At the sound of the sound, a thunder light penetrated thousands of miles and went straight to the top of the hall.

"It's you, kill my servant and seize my valley!?"

Lei Shaoji stood on the main hall, and those pupils seemed to hide the endless sea of ​​thunder, like the pupil of Thunder God.

Its voice is even more contemplative and arrogant.

A glass of wine in Qin Xuan's hand fell gently, and held it on his chest, as if seeing the ancient Tianjiao as nothing.

"Thunderblood clan, the former ancient saint clan, why Aozhi?"

Qin Xuan raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lei Shaoji.

On Lei Shao's body, a vast pressure, even faintly evoked a vision of heaven and earth, above the hall, the wind and clouds changed, turned into a huge whirlpool, and thunder light flickered.

"Arrogant!"

"I'm so young, I won't kill the unknown!"

"Daluo's second round, have you broken through? If you can cut Hunyuan, you can be regarded as the world's arrogant!"

"Sue to my name, I must be in the Holy Way!"

His words are equally unreasonable, as if sanctification is right before his eyes.

How many people have such confidence in the world?

Even Hunyuan Immortal Venerable did not dare to believe in the holy road so deeply.

Qin Xuan laughed dumbly, he drank the glass of wine in one fell swoop.

Immediately, he stood up slowly, his eyes long.

"The mere ants, don't you deserve to hear my name?"

"This wine, I will sacrifice to you..."

In Qin Xuan's body, Di Chen turned, the longevity wood swayed, and a faint spirit lingered around his body.

His thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was like wind.

"Death!"

"Live and die!" Lei Shaoji's voice was cold, like thunder.

In an instant, Fenglei Xianyi appeared behind Qin Xuan, and the three-foot eternal front in his hand was already cold.

The power of a hundred meters of heaven and earth, instantly submerged in it.

Qingdi sword, cut down!

Jian Yu Tiandi!

A sword light violently rises from this hall and runs through the sky thousands of feet.

Thousands of feet away from the hall, a figure's hands are covered with thunder like ink.

"A mere kendo, how can you move the thunder!"

"If you are nothing more than this, dare to be an enemy of me!?"

A vast voice rang at the end of this sword light.

His hands clasped together, imprisoning and cutting Luo Jiangong, and immediately, a series of ink-colored thunders spread from his palms to the sword.

Boom boom boom...

Thunder and sword light intertwined, and if there were huge explosions and roars in the air.

Qin Xuan looked at it and smiled nonchalantly.

In the past, he slashed Luo with a single sword, and he could still be considered full.

At that time, he was nothing but a real immortal, but now, he is already in the second round.

On the Eternal Sword, Piyi Jin Leili fell into it.

Immediately, Qin Xuan took a step forward.

Palace of the Qing Emperor, Da Luo Sword Art of Dao Ting, No Light Sword of Punishing Evil!

At this moment, those many ink-colored thunders suddenly burst into pieces, an invisible sword aura, tearing the ink thunder thousands of feet, and slashing towards that Lei Shaoji.

A touch of contempt flashed in Lei Shaoji's eyes. He pinched a finger to make a decision. Thunder was a sword in front of him, all purple.

There are seven handles, and each handle is as solid as the essence.

Thunder blood clan, Da Luo Nine Turns Immortal Art.

Seven Swords of Destroying the World!

Seven swords came out and collided with that Xie Xie Wuguangjian.

Boom boom boom...

Above the sky, above the clearly invisible sword aura, a golden thunder arc burst out, intertwined with the seven purple long swords.

Under the confrontation, the earth burst apart.

The entire Bianlong Valley was roaring and shaking.

A ten thousand zhang crack appeared here in the Dragon Valley.

One person in white clothes, one person in Tsing Yi, each has its own side.

If Tianjiao fights for the front, all living beings are left in fear!