Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

The big formation suddenly rose, and the expressions of the four major transformation gods changed slightly.

"Not good!" Chang Xu yelled, fully alert.

He looked around at the big array, like an enemy.

The same was true for the other three, but soon, the four of them discovered that the big formation floated, but there was no wave.

The four of them frowned, and one of them stared at Qin Xuan, a little annoyed: "Boy, what the **** are you doing?"

His eyes were murderous, and the other three could not help but regain their senses, staring at Qin Xuan.

I saw that Qin Xuan couldn't afford to wear grey clothes, and Cang Fa was floating in the vast blood.

The pupils of the four of them shrunk slightly, and some sneered: "No wonder you dare to show up, but unfortunately, you are just looking for death!"

Qin Xuan's body was full of blood, almost no less than the way of refining the body, the great cultivator of God, that majestic blood, could actually block their four spirits?

Just when the four were about to continue their hands, suddenly, Qin Xuan faded out.

"court death?"

His eyes were calm, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "Once, too many people said that to me!"

"Among them, there are great monks, true monarchs, and powerful, supreme!"

Suddenly, a cold glow appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes.

"Unfortunately, even through the ages, those who once said that I am looking for death do not know how many reincarnations are."

"I alone..."

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, and suddenly jumped under his feet, like a mad dragon out of the abyss.

"On the top of all beings!"

At this moment, the ground under Qin Xuan's feet was shattered and sunken, cracks spreading in all directions, as if a dragon elephant stepped on the ground, cracking in all directions.

Qin Xuan's speed is even more unimaginable, that is, Chang Xu's spiritual sense can only capture a vague figure.

"Be careful!"

There was a great cultivator who roared, but as for Qin Xuan's wild words, they ignored it.

One of the high-ranking cultivators suddenly burst out, and a white cloud pattern appeared in his hand.

He consecrated the banner and rolled it in the air, and in that moment, an endless gust of wind appeared in front of him head-on.

In the void, Qin Xuan was not visible, and the endless gust of wind was pierced through at this moment.

If there is a shadow that is unstoppable, it will come straight to the great cultivator of transforming God.

"what?"

The great cultivator was shocked, and his seventh-rank magic weapon, the wind and cloud banner was broken in an instant.

This person is indeed a great cultivator of God Transformation. He reacted in just a moment. His face was extremely solemn. Qin Xuan's speed was so fast that he did not even have the time to condense the tactics. Hong Tao swept.

boom!

The vast mana was like a river and rushed towards Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan stepped on Qingze, and the corners of his mouth lit up slightly.

"How can the power of transforming the gods stop me from both fists?"

"dead!"

Qin Xuan's voice came out slowly, and his fists fell like a dragon breaking through the sea. In just an instant, the double fists filled with the Eight Desolation War patterns smashed the power of transforming gods.

After that, Qin Xuan slammed a punch on the body guard of this great monk, like a thin mirror.

Along with a roar, Qin Xuan stopped shortly afterwards. He appeared behind the great cultivator, his right hand stood horizontally, and there was a head in his palm.

The other three great cultivators were almost dead, without the slightest arrogance and confidence before, "How is it possible!"

"Junior Brother!"

There was horror in their voices, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

This is a high-grade cultivator of the God Transformation High Grade, but the head of the high-grade Tianyun Sect disciple of the golden core in front of him was removed for a moment, and the spot was wiped out instantly.

Qin Xuan slowly turned around, holding his head like a demon.

The palm of his hand shook slightly, and the head turned into a **** mist. Qin Xuan's expression never changed a little, as if killing a great cultivator of the **** of transformation was like an ant grinding to him.

"Phantom Cloud Sect!?"

"In this secret realm where the true monarch is absent, I have never troubled you, but I want to round up me!"

Qin Xuan slowly said, looking at the three panic-stricken gods.

"Unfortunately, you have made a mistake from beginning to end!"

"In this Tianxiao Pavilion, who is the prey!"

At the sound of the sound, Qin Xuan abruptly violent, and before the three major transformation gods came back, Qin Xuan had already appeared in front of one of them.

The high-ranking monk who turned the gods was terrified, and even when he roared, a scroll of magic weapons like a paper crane flew out.

As the paper crane flew out, the mysterious pattern of its debut appeared on it.

The paper crane broke through the sky and came straight to Qin Xuan.

boom!

Qin Xuan's right fist collided with the paper crane, and his body was intertwined with the light of the seventh rank magic weapon.

Immediately, Qin Xuan took a step forward suddenly.

The seven hundred and twenty nine-inch gold leaves in the body trembled crazily at this moment. In the acupuncture points of the whole body, light golden blood flowed into the right arm. At this moment, the blood-colored Eight Desolation War Pattern appeared faintly. Jinhui.

"Seven-Rank Magic Weapon, how can it stop me?"

From the interweaving of blood and precious light, a faint voice sounded.

boom!

I saw the paper crane flying upside down unexpectedly, and the light was dim, and the great cultivator couldn't help bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his expression was pale.

"This guy is a monster! Quickly, send the message to the other brothers!" The great cultivator roared, even more frightened. The golden core is top grade? Can Jindan High-Rank break his seventh-Rank magic weapon with his body?

If this child really only has the Golden Core Realm, it is definitely an evildoer, a real evildoer!

Chang Xu and the others were also full of horror, but the two of them did not hesitate to do it. A heart-protecting mirror appeared in the air, and a beam of light suddenly burst from the heart-protecting mirror and enveloped Qin Xuan.

In this light, the air that Qin Xuan was facing was like a copper wall and an iron wall, and it was difficult to shake.

Chang Xu started even more, and a seventh-rank flying sword burst out of his hand and rushed straight towards his dantian.

"Extremely ridiculous!"

Qin Xuan smiled indifferently. Suddenly, his body shook, and his blood was like a dragon, suddenly shattering the precious light.

After that, Qin Xuan stepped on Qingze, Jin Peng used his body and passed the great monk in front of him.

boom!

The body protector's true essence is like a moon in the water, and it breaks when touched.

From the chest of the great cultivator, a fist mark fell into it, and only heard the sound of the scalp tingling bone cracks. In a bang, there were countless phantom Yunzong costumes bursting into the city, and the blood mist spread. .

Qin Xuan turned around slightly from the blood mist, raised his palm, and clamped the seventh-rank flying sword with his two fingers. The sound of the sword sounded into his ears, like a beast wailing.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you running away?"

The two of Chang Xu were terrified and looked at the figure in the blood mist like hell.

Immediately, the two of them ran away frantically outside the formation, as Qin Xuan said. Chang Xu ignored even the magic weapon. The speed was so fast that he could not wait to double his internal cultivation.

As these two people flee for their lives, Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

Suddenly, the Eternal Sword and Xuanguang Dragon Slashing Gourd appeared on his waist.

I saw a ray of sword light breaking thousands of branches, and a mysterious light flying across the sky.

A few miles away from Qin Xuan, a cave appeared in each of the two scattered figures.

With a faint smile on his face, Qin Xuan looked at the two fallen gods, and stored the magic treasures of the four gods into the Dragon Gourd of Xuanguang.

Qin Xuan played with the sound-transmitting jade slips in his hand, with vicissitudes in his eyes.

"It's been a long time, but I miss it!"

Qin Xuan knew about these four people's information to the other great cultivators of Illusory Cloud Sect, but he didn't care.

What about Magic Cloud Sect?

If he doesn't know the life or death, he Qin Changqing doesn't mind...

Hunting alone!