Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan stood with a Buddhist salute in his hand. More and more monks gathered around him.

"Someone dared to fight in the Demon Control Pass. Where did this monk come from? How dare he be so bold!"

"Isn't that the third son of Marquis Wende? He was seriously injured. Oh my God!"

"This monk really doesn't know how to live or die. He dared to hurt the son of Marquis Wende in the Demon Control Pass."

The young man's face was slightly ferocious, and he roared, "You are looking for death!"

He was furious. He had never been humiliated like this before. Every look around made him feel humiliated.

Qin Xuan looked calmly at the furious son of the prince.

"You are a Yuanying, and you dare to say the word "looking for death" in front of me?"

"I am from the Dazizai Temple, practicing Mahayana Buddhism. Let alone you, a mere son of a prince, even if all the Yuanying cultivators in the entire Demon Control Pass come, I can suppress them with one palm."

Qin Xuan's words were like the wind, and they sounded slowly.

In a moment, the expressions of the cultivators around froze. Among the onlookers, there were more than dozens of Yuanying Realm cultivators. After hearing Qin Xuan's words, they could not help but get angry.

"Monk, what did you say?"

"You thief bald, are you looking for death?"

"Come, this True Lord wants to see how you can suppress me with one palm!"

Some True Lords were furious. They were suddenly humiliated and wanted to teach Qin Xuan a lesson.

Before they could continue to speak, Qin Xuan had already taken action, not giving the young man Wendehou a chance to gloat over his misfortune.

His palm was like a huge pagoda, and it fell with a bang.

"You..." The young man's face was shocked. Before he could roar, the green black tortoise armor shield had been sacrificed.

Boom!

With one palm, the light of the black tortoise armor shield dimmed, and the young man bleed again and was blown away like a meteor.

Qin Xuan did not hesitate and fell again.

Boom!

The palm print crushed the young man, and the young man's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly moved the black tortoise armor shield again.

With a loud bang, the young man was shaken by the golden palm print, as if all his bones were shattered, and the body's true essence was embedded in the ground, and cracks spread in all directions.

"Dead bald donkey!" The young man's voice was hoarse, but blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

Qin Xuan's palm fell again, and this time, the young man didn't even have the strength to speak, and the whole person fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, only the black tortoise armor shield glowed faintly.

This time, the surrounding cultivators shut up, especially the many Yuanying cultivators, who looked at Qin Xuan with horror.

It was too terrifying. The three sons of Wendehou were middle-grade Zhenjun, and the black tortoise armor shield was a relatively superior existence among the six-grade magic weapons. Under the hands of this monk, they had no power to resist. If another palm fell, I'm afraid the three sons of Wendehou would definitely die.

The several Yuanying Zhenjuns who had shouted before could not help but take a few steps back, frightened by Qin Xuan's fierce power.

While everyone was shocked, Qin Xuan had already landed the fourth palm.

His eyes were calm, and he didn't care about the life or death of the young man. His palm turned up.

"How dare you!"

A cold shout sounded in the void.

Suddenly, a spiritual light broke through the air. Qin Xuan turned his head slightly, and the big Buddha hand still fell.

This spiritual light was too fast. In just a moment, it fell on the big Buddha hand. The wind and waves were like raging waves, and suddenly swept in all directions.

The big Buddha hand that Qin Xuan used paused for two breaths, and then, as Qin Xuan withdrew his hand, it disappeared.

A middle-aged man in purple and gold-patterned clothes appeared above the young man, and Qin Xuan's eyes paused slightly.

Fanxu Daojun!

The middle-aged man looked like frost and looked at Qin Xuan unkindly.

The fallen young man looked at the middle-aged man with a look of surviving a disaster, and his voice was extremely weak, "Uncle Ling!"

The faces of the surrounding cultivators were shocked, looking at the middle-aged man in extraordinary clothes, "The general guarding the pass of the Daqian Empire!"

"General Ling!"

Many people's faces changed suddenly. The Yuyao Pass was where the three major divine kingdoms deployed troops. It has never changed for many years to prevent the demons from the Great Wilderness Mountains and prevent the demons from entering the Middle Earth and causing bloody storms.

Ling Ang was one of them. He belonged to the Daqian Divine Kingdom and guarded this pass for nearly ten thousand years. From a small soldier, he killed countless big demons and made many achievements. He became the general guarding the pass today, and even a Taoist master who returned to the realm of emptiness.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and there was even more murderous aura on him, which made people shudder.

He glanced at the extremely miserable young man and was secretly shocked.

He knew the young man's strength. He was a genius who could fight against the peak of the Nascent Soul in the middle level. The whole Daqian Divine Kingdom had heard of him. But now he was beaten into such a miserable state in the Demon Control Pass?

Ling Ang stared at Qin Xuan, looking at Qin Xuan's Buddhist clothes.

"Do you know your crime?" Ling Ang said, his voice was like a knife, and the murderous aura pressed directly towards Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan stood in the murderous aura, unmoved, and smiled indifferently: "General, why do you say that?"

Ling Ang's eyes became colder, "No fighting is allowed in the Demon Control Pass. This is the rule set by the princes of the three major divine kingdoms. You are now committing a heinous crime in this Demon Control Pass, and injuring the son of Marquis Wende is an even greater crime!"

Hearing this, Qin Xuan couldn't help but laugh softly and said, "Heinous crime? I came from the outer space, but I encountered injustice. This so-called son of the prince took the lead in taking action. Can I just sit there and wait for death?"

"The three major divine kingdoms are so powerful!"

Ling Ang's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward. Behind him, there was a mountain of souls pressing towards Qin Xuan.

The souls of the Nascent Soul Realm and the Return to Void Realm were enough to affect real objects. Under the pressure of this soul, even Qin Xuan felt as if he was carrying a divine mountain on his body and was imprisoned.

"Rights and wrongs, this general will make his own judgment!" Ling Ang said coldly: "Today, you will be arrested and imprisoned! "

At this moment, Ling Ang's eyes moved slightly.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes, watching Qin Xuan take a step forward under the pressure of his soul.

"What a great official power, with a mere general like you, it is probably not enough to arrest this poor monk, right?" Qin Xuan smiled lightly, looking at Ling Ang with a calm look, "I advise the general to curb his prestige, I am from the Great Freedom Temple, if Mo Yunxing does not want to see the three thousand Buddhas of my Great Freedom Temple descend here! "

Ling Ang was shocked. Three thousand Buddhas?

In Buddhism, only those who are above the Return to Void Realm can be called Buddhas.

Three thousand Return to Void Realm strongmen!?

His eyes moved slightly, staring at Qin Xuan. Dazizai Temple?

Ling Ang had heard of this temple. It is a Buddhist temple outside the ten star fields. It is a second-grade Buddhist temple. It is said that it has the potential to be promoted to the first-grade Buddhist sect.

Just when Ling Ang's emotions were fluctuating, suddenly, a treasure chariot appeared in the sky.

Silver-armored soldiers guarded the treasure chariot in it. , beside this precious chariot, there is a demon wolf with silver hair on its back, and a young man is riding on the demon wolf. This young man is somewhat similar to the third son of Wende Hou who was seriously injured by Qin Xuan. The only difference is their aura.

One is cold and arrogant, and the other is gentle as jade, but this young man is already a half-step Taoist, and has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Ling Ang turned his head, and his pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the precious chariot. His murderous aura suddenly gathered, and he suddenly knelt on one knee.

"General Ling Ang, I pay my respects to the Third Princess!"