Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saint, a great formation was formed.

There were more than eighty holy bones standing on the sky.

There were also some scattered holy bones, all of which were debris, scattered and falling over the sky pool.

Around these holy bones, there were faint wisps of gray flames burning.

The burning bones produced various colors of smoke, which fell into the ten-foot sky pool.

This was the method of refining the holy sky pool. Qin Xuan was burning the holy bones to obtain the remaining power of the holy bones and the holy essence.

Qin Xuan sat cross-legged in the sky pool, which was shrouded in various colors of smoke, as if he was in a sea of ​​different colors of fog, which looked quite magical.

The Eternal Evergreen Art turned and condensed between his hands. Qin Xuan formed a art with his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and quietly appeared and disappeared in the sea of ​​fog.

Here, Qin Xuan refined the holy bones for almost three months.

Some of the remains of the holy bones have disappeared. In this Tianchi, the smoke of the holy bones of various colors has gradually condensed into substance.

Drops of different-colored holy bone liquids floated under this Tianchi.

One drop, two drops, gradually gathered.

Until, the many holy bone liquids gradually gathered more and more, and the holy bones above gradually dissipated a part.

It took Qin Xuan four years to refine this holy bone here.

In four years, Qin Xuan seemed to be tireless, refining the holy bones here, and finally filled this Shifang Tianchi.

A terrifying glow of light hit the formation, and the smoke collided, making a series of roaring sounds.

This is the remains of hundreds of saints' bones, and each color of smoke represents the holy essence of a saint.

In this pool of water, Qin Xuan's eyes opened suddenly.

He saw his hands condensed, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth moved faintly, gathering between his hands.

From his hand, an imperial text slowly emerged.

A single word seemed to distort the void and make the universe tremble faintly.

Refining Yuan Emperor Method!

Once in the ancient era, it was called the method created by Emperor Tianyuan.

This emperor melted the heaven and earth, many Dao rules, and created a unique way.

It combined all the Dao into one, but it was different from the chaos. This emperor named it Tianyuan.

This was the secret method that Qin Xuan had obtained from the forbidden land of the Taishi clan. In the past, he entered the forbidden land of the Taishi clan and killed many saints who were ready to move with the posture of entering the saint. He also seized the foundations of some saints and various secret treasures.

Then, he found an emperor coffin hidden in the purple emperor's essence in a chaotic place.

Qin Xuan had spent a lot of effort to open this coffin.

In the coffin, there was only a piece of clothing left, as if the clothing was used as a tomb.

This coffin is the coffin of Emperor Tianyuan. He had fought for one era after another and walked out of the forbidden land, wanting to break through the catastrophe of heaven and earth to see who could be superior and destroy this world.

In the end, he left only his clothes in the coffin, and his corpse was probably left in the catastrophe of an unknown era.

The method Qin Xuan obtained from it was the Lianyuan Emperor Method.

Refining all the ways for oneself, refining heaven and earth as one, can integrate all the power in the world and turn it into one's own use.

The emperor text in Qin Xuan's hand was shaking, and the power of the saints in the surrounding Tianchi slowly entered Qin Xuan's palm.

A stream of different colors gathered in Qin Xuan's hand, constantly suppressed, and finally turned into a vortex.

In the vortex, it seemed that there were hundreds of colors, colliding fiercely.

In Qin Xuan Lianyuan Emperor Method, some colors merged, as if colliding, and as if swallowing.

It took Qin Xuan three months to refine the power of the Hundred Saints.

Until, a purple energy quietly appeared in his hand.

Qin Xuan's indifferent pupils reflected the purple energy.

"This energy... contains the six paths of immortals, the underworld, Buddhas, demons, and ghosts!"

Qin Xuan looked at the purple energy and pondered for a moment. He felt that this energy was somewhat familiar and should have been seen in an ancient scroll.

"At the beginning of the era, the Great Emperor Cangtian quelled the unrest, the daughter of the Xu family integrated the way of heaven, and the Jiuyou clan regained control of the reincarnation of the underworld!"

Qin Xuan said to himself, "The underworld is in chaos, with resentful souls, evil spirits, and almost saints. Someone came from the immortal land, entered the underworld and became a saint, cut off his body, and used the six ways of Buddha, demon, demon, and ghost to swear a great oath to rebuild the underworld, kill 126 saints of resentful ghosts, and work together with the Jiuyou clan to kill three emperors of chaos and pacify the underworld!"

"In the end, when the emperor was killed, this saint fell in the underworld. Even so, his corpse is still preserved in the underworld imperial city. Looking at this corpse is like looking at the great saint."

"The Nine-Layered Mountain of the Fallen Saint, so that's it!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly, as if he knew something.

Once 30 billion years ago, the corpse of this saint disappeared in the underworld.

No one knew where he went, but he appeared in the Nine-Layered Mountain of the Fallen Saint.

In the Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saint, the corpse of the Saint was rampant. That corpse should have been left here.Suppress the many saint corpses.

Until the Heavenly Dao was perfected, the saint corpses here were imprisoned in the Nine-Layered Mountain. The saint's bones, I'm afraid, were not taken back by the Jiuyou family. They were left here, but were obtained by him, melted in the Tianchi, and swallowed the other hundred saints' immortal essence.

With the power of that saint, his bones have the power to suppress the saints here.

"No!"

Qin Xuan's eyebrows moved slightly, "It should be only a part of the corpse. If it was a complete corpse, I should have noticed it. Is it in those debris?"

He had a vague guess that in the dark turmoil, there were too many forbidden places for dead souls in the fairy world. The saint's bones should have been left in these places to suppress the places of resentful souls and bloody evils to stabilize the fairy land.

Qin Xuan looked at the saint in his palm, "If the six-treasure saint had not died, he should have become a great emperor."

Qin Xuan's eyes slowly closed. In this world, even if the world collapsed, there would always be some people who would stand up.

Emperor Tianyuan and the Six-Tibet Saint are just one of them.

Unfortunately, looking at the immortal land today, who remembers them? Who... remembers that someone risked his life for this great world, sacrificed his life and Tao, and was willing to scatter his bones and blood in the world.

"Just a bunch of idiots!"

Qin Xuan opened his thin lips slightly, his voice ruthless, "However, if it weren't for your stupidity, how could there be the dawn of the great world? Looking at those guys who have made all the schemes in the forbidden land, what can compare to you!"

The voice gradually spread around the Tianchi.

Qin Xuan began to swallow and refine this side of the holy essence, the Six-Tibet Holy Essence.

The Eternal Evergreen Art was running, and a vortex slowly emerged in the vortex of the two immortal Yuan forces under the heart and under the abdomen.

As Qin Xuan refined the Six-Tibet Holy Essence, wisps of purple holy essence emerged in the vortex.

After Qin Xuan completely refined it, he did not stop, but continued to practice.

Six-Fa Immortal Body!

With the immortal power, he could cultivate the four great powers of the holy way into a method. During this time, Qin Xuan cultivated it.

As time passed, two years later, the nine-layer mountain of the Fallen Saint was still shrouded in gray fog.

At the edge of the gray fog, a figure walked out slowly.

White clothes, black hair, eight turns of Daluo, indifferent eyes.

Qin Xuan looked at the world of the southern region, and the five elements of the mysterious wings behind him slowly spread out.

The wings shook, and his figure disappeared here.