Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In front of the Ancestral Hall of Killing God, Shi Ying and the old **** emperor waited respectfully in front, standing in front of the Ancestral Hall like a horizontal sword.

The old God Emperor's face was a little nervous, and his body was trembling faintly.

If it weren't for the fierce name of the one behind him, he would never dare to appear so blatantly now that he was terrifying Godland.

The immortal of insects is standing in heaven and earth, and there are a few who can die well! ?

Shi Ying felt the fear of the old **** emperor and couldn't help but whispered: "The great priest, the **** abandoned clan, has been hiding in the dark for too long."

"It's okay to see the light occasionally!"

"You don't want to, I will wait for a clan and die silently in the dark!"

"Even if the blood is flowing into a river, even if it is stale in the years, but one day, standing in this world, facing the sun and the moon, the universe will be bright, even if it is extinct, it may not be so terrible!"

"What's more, if I abandon a clan, I may not perish!"

Shi Ying's words caused the old **** emperor to fall into silence.

Behind him, the unintelligible fairy sound made him silent.

Suddenly, the old **** emperor let out a breath, and he showed a smile.

That maiden body seemed to have taken off the endless burden.

"Perhaps, Shi Ying, you are right!"

"I'm old, and dormant in the dark for too long."

He looked at the Ancestral Hall of the Killing of Gods. Once upon a time, he was like Shi Ying. After seeing the light, he was ambitious.

But in the end, he was nothing but that, but it is today.

In the light, what I feel is the endless fear and deep cold.

Shi Ying was startled slightly, she took a deep look at the great priest, and said no more.

...

Behind the two, Mo Xiang's fingers touched his lips.

"The time difference between the two worlds?" She seemed to be perplexed. Then, she squatted down, and on her palm, Dili condensed and turned into ice branches.

A thin layer of frost formed on the ground of this **** city.

Mo Xiang sketched on this frost, still muttering.

"The last time I came here, the little scoundrel was only 281 years old and has not yet entered the emperor realm!"

"This time, the little scoundrel is 535 years old."

"Last time, the little scoundrel's grandpa is three hundred years old!"

"Last time..."

After a long time, Mo Xiang's forehead seemed to have faintly raised veins.

She crushed the ice branch, cracks filled.

"Forget it!"

She raised her head in anger, and looked at Qin Xuan angrily, "I can't figure it out!"

Qin Xuan looked at the sketch in front of Mo Xiang, "It's not much different from my guess!"

Qin Xuan took a light breath and exhaled slowly.

The two realms of immortals and gods are not the relationship between immortals and vanes, but the upper and lower realms.

It's like two completely different worlds. If you take an example, it's like two completely different water tanks. The years are the water in them rotating.

In one water tank, how fast the water flow rotates does not affect the other water tank at all.

But if the two water tanks are broken apart and connected to form a larger water tank, the rotation of the water flow in it will gradually be the same.

With the separation of the two worlds, the flow of time in these two worlds will return to its original state.

No, this one will naturally have some influences and perhaps some changes.

In the immortal realm, the flow of time is extremely fast, and it is coming soon. From the beginning of the immortal realm to now, it has only been tens of thousands of years in the gods.

An era, for the God Realm, is only a few hundred years.

The destruction of an era, for the God Realm, is not even as good as the life span of a **** emperor.

There is a **** emperor, and even participated in more than one great calamity, the road to becoming a **** emperor, looking back, maybe it is the sentient beings of the vast immortal world, the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"I haven't figured it out, what do you think of it!?"

Mo Xiang raised his head and asked curiously.

Qin Xuan smiled silently, his gaze turned towards the Hall of the Ancestor of Killing God, and he stepped slowly.

In the Great Tribulation, the time of the two realms is the same, but after the Great Tribulation, the flow of time in the Immortal Realm is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, and even millions, ten thousand times that of the God Realm.

But even so, so what?

The immortal world has a long time, but after all, generations of outstanding people have fallen, and generations of lives have been shattered.

It's like a cage. In a hundred years, if you have a successful cultivation, you can get longevity, and it will be immortal.

But for hundreds of millions of years, trapped in a cage, there is only one dead end ahead, which is nothing but a tragedy.

Qin Xuan seemed to be above these two realms, looking at the creatures of these two realms... some gods entered the land of the king and found a way forward.

Some people are trapped in the bottom of the well forever, not seeing the vastness of the world.

Moreover, there will be slaughter from time to time.

The smile on Qin Xuan's face suddenly became richer and somewhat sad.

There is no fairness in this world.

He should have been used to it a long time ago, but it was his turn to endure these fairness, even in the best mood, he would have to be angry.

The heart is like a mirror, but it does not mean that the heart is like water.

"Mo Xiang, in this era, you don't have to go back to the forbidden ground!"

Qin Xuan answered the question, "Isn't it good that a fairy city is a hometown?"

Mo Xiang jumped up from the ground, put his hands behind him, and followed Qin Xuan, "Okay!"

"You just believe this emperor's words!?"

Mo Xiang laughed, she patted Qin Xuan on the shoulder, "Dignified Emperor Changsheng, don't just deceive me!"

"I believe you!"

Qin Xuan's feet paused slightly, and then he strode into the Hall of Killing Gods Ancestor.

There are nine palaces and sixteen courtyards in the Ancestral Hall of Killing Gods, most of which have been completely explored.

Like a locust crossing the border, everything that can be taken is taken away.

"Only the last ancestral hall is left, where a large number of gods gather!" Mo Xiang muttered, "Qin Xuan, you came a bit late!"

"It's okay!"

Qin Xuan took a step, he went directly to the ancestral hall.

The gods around the ancestral hall had already received news.

When they saw Qin Xuan's arrival, they all showed fear, and before the white clothes arrived, the gods had already retreated extremely.

There were even the gods of the giant gods, looking at Qin Xuan, not daring to approach.

There are still restrictions in this **** city. If the gods of the giant tribe want to enter it, they must condense their bodies, otherwise, touching the restrictions will cause an attack.

Even so, the gods of these giant tribes also moved thousands of feet, almost the same height as the Hall of the Ancestors of the Killing of Gods.

Qin Xuan saw the gods as nothing, and went to the Hall of Killing Gods Ancestor.

A **** emperor wanted to speak, but in the end, he was afraid and silent.

Qin Xuan walked to the front of this ancestral hall in front of many gods.

It can be seen that in front of this ancestral hall, there is prohibition shining light, and there are some traces on it.

These gods wanted to open this ancestral hall for a long time, but in the end, they all returned without success.

Qin Xuan looked at the gate of the ancestral hall, and in the eyes of many gods, his hands fell on the gate of the temple.

"What does Changshengxian want to do!?"

"Does he want to push the door of the ancestral hall with both hands!?"

"It's ridiculous, I would like to see how this longevity immortal is so self-righteous, how he was hurt by the prohibition of the Temple of Killing Gods!"

"I thought that this longevity immortal was also a generation of heroes, but now, it's nothing more than that. This kind of move is too overwhelming!"

In the whispers in the hearts of many gods, Qin Xuan's white shirt with sleeves was slowly shocked.

Changsheng Dili, enter the gate of that palace.

boom!

The door of the main hall was roaring, white Dili, entering the restriction, as if blending together.

Qin Xuan exerted a slight force, the gate of the ancestral hall that blocked many gods...

Started impressively!