Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the underground city, Qin Xuan is in a stone house.

In front of him, seven drops of ancestral blood lined up quietly.

The longevity pupil is like peeking into all things, in Qin Xuan's eyes, the seven drops of ancestral blood are like infinitely enlarged, like a piece of universe.

Among them are the principles, supernatural power, and mysticism that make up seven completely different star maps.

Each star map represents a large protoss.

Ordinary gods swallow it, then they can transform and possess all kinds of incredible divine powers.

But if Qin Xuan had a good view, he found a trace of contact in these seven drops of blood.

In these seven drops of blood, even if there is no matter how mysterious and different, their essence is the same. They are all based on the blood of the eternal ancestor, as a derivative.

The immortal ancestor was eight feet tall, with a graceful posture, blue hair and green eyes, and a human appearance.

This is the same for the Shenqi Clan. Even the Shenqi Clan’s natal supernatural powers can produce a thing in the body, comparable to the divine soldiers of the same realm, just like the black cloth that Shi Ying suffered from. Shi Ying was born inside.

Qin Xuan looked at these seven drops of ancestral blood, and with his power, if the connection of these seven drops of blood was merged together, even if they were mixed together, they were slightly changed, and turned into a drop of surpassing the gods and abandoned race. A drop of ancestral blood.

This drop of ancestral blood can give birth to more powerful magical powers, and its bloodline is more similar to the immortal ancestor.

Qin Xuan was extremely bold, and it was easier for him to create an existence beyond the seven drops of ancestral blood left by the immortal ancestor.

Such actions are no less difficult than the immortal ancestors, creating a new race, and even more difficult than that.

However, Qin Xuan has his own measures. His longevity is originally beyond the power of life, and there is a kind of suppression of the power of life.

If you ask anyone in the immortal world who can do it, Qin Xuan can speak wildly, no one can do it except him.

Even if the Ninth Patriarch is resurrected, it may not be able to do it.

In the stone house, Qin Xuan pinched the emperor tactic, and in this emperor tactic, eternal dili power spread from it.

This Changsheng Dili was so tiny that it was hard to see with the naked eye, and it was in these seven drops of ancestral blood.

Qin Xuan's brows were also almost firmly locked, and Changsheng pupil, at this moment, seemed to be opened to the extreme.

In the pair of bright white pupils, there seemed to be endless whirlpools, and there were some shadows in them, which seemed to be like Qin Xuan. In every attempt and deduction, there were more endless principles that changed.

Sometimes the phantom is shattered, and sometimes the phantom is reborn.

But those seven drops of ancestral blood hadn't changed in front of Qin Xuan.

This sign lasted for seven hours, until, seven hours later, the first drop of blood suddenly dispersed, as if it had completely dissipated and merged into the world.

In fact, this drop of blood has turned into countless existences that are difficult to see with the naked eye, and is independent of heaven and earth in the Qin Xuan Changsheng Dili package.

Then, the second drop of blood, the third drop of blood...

At the time of the sixth drop of blood, Qin Xuan's twin pupils already had emperor blood spreading, and each drop of blood was extremely heavy, but it was constantly flowing.

All the seven drops of blood dispersed, Qin Xuan suddenly closed his eyes, and when they opened them again, they were already covered with imperial blood.

But Qin Xuan suddenly opened a gap between his eyebrows, and immediately, a brilliant red emperor's blood flew out of his forehead.

Eighth drop of blood!

I saw that the drop of Qin Xuan's blood was quietly suspended in this stone house, while the seven drops of ancestral blood scattered in the world seemed to be attracted by this drop of blood, slowly gathering and blending into Qin Xuan's sacrifice. In that drop of blood.

Then the blood of the seven great ancestors entered, and that drop of emperor blood also changed.

From blood red to jet black, from jet black to purple blue, ice blue, brilliant white, and finally, from brilliant golden to red emperor blood.

After doing all this, Qin Xuan suddenly probed his hand and put this drop of ancestral blood into his palm.

But in his mouth, a large amount of imperial blood was spit out.

The emperor's blood entered the stone house, and in an instant, the entire stone house collapsed.

Qin Xuan's imperial blood condensed so much energy, a mouthful of blood was enough to shake this underground city.

Outside the stone house, Mo Xiang and the others were waiting. When they noticed such a vision, they shook the rocks and saw Qin Xuan with blood on his clothes.

Mo Xiang stretched out his hand and wanted to help Qin Xuan to ask.

When Mo Xiang's palm fell on Qin Xuan's arm, his expression changed slightly.

Qin Xuan's body is like an immortal Emperor Yue, she has never lifted Qin Xuan half a point with great force.

"It's okay, it's just that it consumes too much!"

Qin Xuan's voice was hoarse, and the blood-stained eyes slowly closed, "The emperor can cultivate for a while!"

After that, Qin Xuan dropped his hands on his knees, silent.

There was solemnness in Mo Xiang's pure eyes. She didn't know what Qin Xuan did. Judging from the deeds that Qin Xuan was able to escape from the ancestor of Wuling Emperor, what Qin Xuan did is absolutely incredible.

She immediately deployed Dili to isolate Shi Ying and the great priest.

Qin Xuan was in it and recovered for fifteen hours before he walked out.

Mo Xiang, who had been guarding outside Dili, opened her eyes first. She looked at Qin Xuan and asked, "How?"

"Slightly accomplished!" Qin Xuan said lightly: "It's just too expensive. After all, I'm only the second emperor realm, so I won't be able to avoid it!"

"Yes, you are the second emperor realm!" Mo Xiang nodded, and immediately she jumped up and looked at Qin Xuan, "You are the second emperor realm!?"

Raze the Tianyu God City, fight fiercely against the Eight Great God Emperors, slaughter the Giant God King City, the fourth emperor realm Qin Xuan faces, and even the Wuling Emperor ancestor who is known as the first person of the Eight God Races, can't kill Qin Xuan, Qin Xuancai The second emperor world! ?

She is already in the third emperor world!

Let alone do anything Qin Xuan did, she couldn't even think about it.

But Mo Xiang changed his mind, "It's also ha, when the catastrophe comes, you are only the first emperor realm, this has only been more than ten years, and it is already very fast!"

She recalled what Qin Xuan had done in the immortal realm, and she felt the shock of even being as simple as she was, and suddenly disappeared, and it was extremely natural, as if it had never happened.

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind, he quietly looked at the Shi Ying and the great priest.

"Assemble the clansmen of the Shenqi Clan, I have prepared the ancestral blood, so that the Shenqi Clan will have no regrets, and it can surpass the eight gods!"

Qin Xuan's words stunned both Shi Ying and the great priest.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the meaning in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything.

Naturally, they can't believe it, and they are a little doubtful.

Surpassing the eight gods, this is not just talking about it.

"Qin Xuan, what exactly did you do to Eternal Ancestor!?" Mo Xiang looked at Qin Xuan's palm curiously.

Qin Xuan knocked Mo Xiang on the head, "I didn't do anything to Eternal Ancestor!"

"Oh, I mean your blood to her!"

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, and there was a rare smile in his eyes.

"Eight blood is unified, creating a drop of ancestral blood!"

"I think it will be very interesting after seeing the results!"

Mo Xiang tilted his head, "Eight blood is unified, isn't the seven drops of blood left by the immortal ancestor?"

Qin Xuan stepped forward, watching the gathering of the gods and abandoning clan, and whispered: "My original blood..."

"For the eighth drop of blood!"