Rebirth of the Urban Madman

There are nine underworlds in the underworld, one underworld and one layer. The depth of the nine underworlds is the bottom of the fairy world and the location of the nine underworld forbidden burial ground.

And together with the passage to the nine underworlds, there are nine huge gates.

It is the magical power of the emperor of the Nine Underworld Family, one of the three great imperial clans.

The Nine Underworld Luotian Gate!

Qin Xuan exhausted his immortal essence and held the great emperor's magical power, the Nine Underworld Luotian Gate. Immediately, the nine layers of Luotian Gate, representing nine different underworld meanings, swept towards the Quanming Luotian Gate.

Boom!

In an instant, the Quanming Luotian Gate was like a small witch meeting a big witch, and it was instantly shattered.

In the middle of it, there was the unbelievable roar of the Quanming Saint Son, which was suppressed by the Nine Underworld Luotian Gate.

In this mountain range, nine huge gates stood horizontally, and a crack spread from here to under the mountain range.

Qin Xuan reached out and took back the Spiritless Holy Sword, looking at the bloodstained Son of Quanming under the Jiuyou Luotian Gate.

"Ant, do you think you are the only one who can take advantage of the holy death energy of this place!?"

"Ignorance!"

When the Son of Quanming moved the holy weapon, the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate was about to kill Qin Xuan, but unfortunately, Qin Xuan's sword was faster.

He looked at the head of the Son of Quanming and cut it off with one sword.

Puff!

The severed head rolled to the ground like a stone, and finally sank into the huge crack.

Qin Xuan looked at the headless corpse coldly, put away the sword and stood up. He turned his palm and took the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate and the storage fairy treasure of the Son of Quanming into his pocket.

As the nine-layer giant gate dissipated, Qin Xuan stepped forward.

Invincible in the fourth realm of Hunyuan, the son of the Quanming Saint.

Die!

...

A huge corpse of a saint appeared, which was a saint of the Nanmanling tribe, a foreign race in the fairy world. It was buried here.

This tribe has now become extinct in the world. It was born at the beginning of this era, but was eventually submerged in the years of the southern region.

Even from the beginning of this era to now, more than 36 billion years have passed. Too many races have been annihilated in that dark and turbulent era.

A hundred miles away, Qin Xuan looked at the huge saint corpse from a distance and slowly turned his head.

He walked to the top of a mountain, moved his immortal power slightly, cut the stone like a chair, and sat on it quietly.

At his waist, Bixi spit out a scroll. This scroll was not like something from this era. It seemed to be made of the skin of some saintly creatures, and it was slightly rough to the touch.

"Is this, the method of refining saints!?"

Qin Xuan looked at the scroll, and the method was reflected in his indifferent pupils.

This is a kind of immortal method, or a forbidden technique. It is to refine the holy corpse, extract the remaining holy essence, and turn it into a pool of water, so as to temper the body and even use it for cultivation.

Moreover, in this method, seventeen holy corpses can be used to refine a pool of holy water.

Qin Xuan seemed to understand why the Holy Son Quan Ming came to the Nine-Layered Mountain of Meteorite Saint. He wanted to use the holy corpses here to practice this method and help him become a saint.

Qin Xuan shook his palm, and the scroll disappeared in his palm.

"It reminds me that although the Yuan force is difficult to practice, there are many holy corpses here!"

"There are still some that have not been eroded by resentment and become strange demons!"

Qin Xuan murmured to himself, "Unfortunately, this method is too clumsy, far inferior to what I have."

He pondered slightly. In his previous life, he had obtained a similar method in a forbidden area, called Refining the Holy Heavenly Pool.

Although it seems righteous, it is actually using the corpse of a saint, with great disrespect, to refine the corpse of the saint to extract the remaining holy essence and holy essence, and form a dead air pool, which can be used to break through, greatly increase cultivation, and even become a saint.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "If it were before, I would never use it!"

"Losing the seven souls is still good! These saints, that's all, they are the stones under my feet, Qin Changqing, as for the rest... I will compensate myself after I find the seven souls!"

He was as clear as a mirror, and entrusted the trouble to himself after he found the seven souls.

As for now, he should focus on cultivation. In his eyes, what respect do those so-called saints have? In his eyes now, all things in the world are just stones under his feet, carrying him to the road ahead.

Before the Holy Soul Lotus was refined, Qin Xuan had already moved. He had stepped into the Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saints before and felt some holy corpses scattered in various places in the Nine-Layered Mountain. Some of them had not yet become spirits and had not been eroded by the dead air, which happened to be useful to him.

On the top of a mountain, Qin Xuan chopped off a corpse comparable to the fourth level of Hunyuan.

Qin Xuan disassembled the corpse and took one of the holy bones.

Qin Xuan continued to move forward and stepped forward. He was at the top of another mountain and looked at a holy corpse.

The power of the saint was like a mountain, looming over the world.

Qin Xuan looked at the corpse of the saint with wings on his back and said lightly: "The Fallen Wing Clan no longer exists in this world. It is better to be the stone under my feet, Qin Changqing, and help me. It is much better than turning into a holy corpse here and destroying all merits."

QinXuan looked at the holy corpse, and the holy sword appeared in his hand. Suddenly, the holy sword suppressed the power of the holy corpse. Qin Xuan directly condensed the holy corpse into his palm, turning it into a palm-sized one, hanging it on his waist.

Qin Xuan walked alone in the Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saints. He used the holy weapon to counter the holy power and suppressed the corpses of saints one by one.

Until his waist was almost full of holy corpses and some scattered holy bones.

"I can barely get twenty-one, and there are still seventy-nine left before I can start the Holy Heavenly Pond!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he began the long journey of searching for bones in the Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saints.

Refining the Holy Heavenly Pond is an ancient forbidden method, and its requirements are also extremely harsh.

At least a hundred saints' corpses are needed to refine a square of heavenly pond.

Qin Xuan didn't remember how many saints' corpses there were in the Nine-fold Mountain of Fallen Saints. In his previous life, the seven forbidden areas had not been suppressed, and he mostly looked at the seven forbidden areas. Places like the Nine-fold Mountain of Fallen Saints had few opportunities and were extremely dangerous, so he naturally wouldn't get involved too much.

"Forget it, let's stay here for a while!"

"The Bone-Transforming Nether Pool of the Hundred Saints, combined with the Emperor's Yuan Refining Method, should be able to refine a kind of Saint Dao Nether Yuan!"

Qin Xuan looked at the gray Nine-fold Mountain of Fallen Saints, and the Five Elements Mysterious Wings behind him shook, and he went to the places he had never touched.

The Nine-fold Mountain of Fallen Saints is very large. If you want to walk all over this place, you have to avoid some saints and semi-saints, which may take time.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan still has 56 years of life left, so he is not too anxious to prolong his life.

In the South Region, there is still a holy medicine that can extend his life by about 30 years.

Time passed, and the southern region was like a surging wave. Qin Xuan spent more than nine years searching alone in this dark and dangerous place with nine layers of mountains.

In these nine years, Qin Xuan almost walked through the Nine-Layered Saint Meteorite Mountain.

He probably knew how many saints were buried in the Nine-Layered Saint Meteorite Mountain. According to the saints' corpses he sensed, the saint bones he collected on his waist, and the saints who had turned into saints.

Qin Xuan's waist was almost full of saint bones, and he looked quietly at the dark Nine-Layered Saint Meteorite Mountain.

"During the turmoil of this era, more than 300 saints have fallen in just this southern region?"

"It deserves the name of the dark turmoil!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He had never experienced the dark turmoil, but he had experienced the great calamity. Even in the great calamity of the previous life, the saints of the southern region and the ancient times, the total number of saints never exceeded 200, which was not as good as the nine mountains of fallen saints.

Xu Wushang once said that the previous era was more than ten times stronger than it is now. She gathered the Heavenly Dao at the beginning, but only gathered a small part. Until now, after a long period of accumulation, the power of the Heavenly Dao is difficult to compare with the previous era!

Qin Xuan put aside these distracting thoughts, he walked to a mountain, cut the mountain and leveled the land, and opened a square pool of ten feet in size.

"Open the Heavenly Pool!"

"I wonder what kind of Saint Yuan is refined and integrated!"