Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Yuan Jinhong sat on the ground helplessly. He couldn't figure out how crazy that young man was.

Twelve terrifying souls formed by the gathering of two hundred thousand resentful souls. Didn't he know how much impact these souls would have on China if they really reappeared?

"He is simply a madman!" Yuan Jinhong cursed in his heart. His apprentice was injured, and the great array guarded by his lineage was broken. His hatred for Qin Xuan was almost extreme.

Qin Xuan, on the other hand, looked at the twelve souls calmly with a faint smile on his lips.

"Twelve, it would be great if there were more!"

Qin Xuan shook his head gently. He looked at the twelve fierce and evil souls with different appearances, and the smile on his lips seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"This madman is still laughing?"

Yuan Jinhong was dumbfounded, and then thought bitterly: "He will probably be killed by these souls in a while, how can he still laugh?"

Just then, the mountain suddenly shook, and the stars standing around the mountain suddenly shone brightly.

A majestic and vast force emanated from the various stars, filling the entire top of Longchi Mountain. In broad daylight, it attracted the power of the outer stars and descended into the top of Longchi Mountain.

Everything seemed invisible. For ordinary people, it seemed that the weather was a little cloudy and nothing else could be seen.

This vast power of the stars instantly turned into a barrier, and the evil spirit on the top of Longchi Mountain was almost blocked.

Before, Qin Xuan's sword cut the spirit tablet, but the stars did not move. Now the evil spirit in Longchi Mountain has exploded, and it has also triggered the star barrier.

These star statues were originally created to suppress evil spirits. Now the evil spirit is everywhere, and the entire barrier seems to separate the mountaintop and the outside world into two worlds.

"Does the formation of Taoist Haoran want to stop us?" One of the souls roared. He held a large bow, bent the bow to a full moon, and shot a sharp arrow condensed by evil spirits like a meteor, shooting at one of the star statues.

This arrow was extremely terrifying, and the evil spirit almost condensed into blood color, breaking through the air.

If this arrow fell, the star statue would definitely be blown to pieces even with the power of the stars in the sky.

Boom!

Suddenly, a sword chant sounded, and the sharp light burst out from Qin Xuan's waist in a moment, directly cutting the arrow of resentment.

Just a collision, the air wave was like a cloud, almost blowing the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees all over the sky.

When the air wave subsided, the Eternal Sword turned back leisurely in the air, lingering around Qin Xuan, and the sword light was flickering slightly.

The arrow of resentment shot by the soul had already disappeared into thin air. Yuan Jinhong was suddenly stunned and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

"He... actually blocked the attack of the soul?" Yuan Jinhong widened his eyes. He had seen the strength of these souls. He tried his best, but couldn't even block a knife.

This young man actually blocked it so easily and casually?

No... Yuan Jinhong stared at the Eternal Sword lingering around Qin Xuan and took a breath.

"Could it be that this is the legendary sword-controlling technique?"

There are many legends about the sword-controlling technique in China, but Yuan Jinhong is very clear about one fact. In modern times, he has never heard of anyone who can master the sword-controlling technique and drive the sword to kill people thousands of miles away.

"Ant, you dare to stop me?" The soul was furious, and a pair of blood-red eyes seemed to be filled with endless murderous aura, staring directly at Qin Xuan.

Eyes like blood lamps, if it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would be scared to death and faint after being looked at.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Ant?"

He looked calm, "A mere soul dares to call me an ant? It's really ignorant, ridiculous and pitiful."

"Just a few ghosts, in my eyes, they are just like dust, why do you have to act so rampant in front of me."

"It's just to make you die faster!"

Qin Xuan's words were very light, but they made the twelve souls furious.

Yuan Jinhong looked at Qin Xuan in horror. How powerful were these twelve souls, and they were actually called dust by this young man? Just now he was amazed at Qin Xuan's sword control technique, but now he had to sigh helplessly again.

This man is indeed a madman.

Even if he is an innate being, he will die under these twelve souls. Do you really think that you can be invincible in the world just by mastering a little sword control technique?

Under Yuan Jinhong's slightly mocking gaze, Qin Xuan patted his waist lightly.

"Are you still not coming out?"

Qin Xuan shouted softly, and the black soul stone on his waist instantly made a loud dragon roar.

A subtle light rushed out from the black soul stone like a pendant on Qin Xuan's waist. In just a blink of an eye, the subtle light had already soared into the air.In the middle, it turned into a seven-zhang-long dragon.

Roar!

The dragon roared and shook the sky. Yun Yu lay in the dragon body in the air, looking down at the twelve ten-zhang-tall souls.

"Don't worry, senior. I'll leave these twelve ghosts to you!"

Yun Yu's dragon eyes glowed with excitement, as if he saw delicious food.

It was the soul of a dragon. These twelve souls were a great tonic for him.

"Is that... a dragon?"

Yuan Jinhong was stunned, looking at the majestic and unparalleled dragon in the air, which existed like the Chinese dragon in mythology and legend.

Not only Yuan Jinhong, but also the twelve souls were as if they were facing a great enemy.

They were transformed into souls by the 200,000 soldiers who devoured each other seven hundred years ago, but even for them seven hundred years ago, dragons... were unattainable creatures. They belonged to the emperor and were the supreme ruler.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and he held up something again in his hand, the Bixi inkstone.

"Mo Ling, why don't you come out?"

He smiled lightly, his eyes were calm.

"I will obey the decree of the Immortal Lord!"

On the inkstone, the eyes of the Bixi statue lit up like light.

In an instant, the majestic ink gas emanated from the inkstone and filled the air.

Yun Yu looked at it in the air, feeling dissatisfied that this Mo Ling was sharing a piece of the pie with him, but in front of Qin Xuan, he did not dare to show it at all.

In just a few blinks, the ink gas turned into a huge Bixi statue three feet high in the air.

The tortoise shell was like a mountain, and the limbs were like towering trees, as if it was walking on the sky, and a pair of majestic eyes looked down at the twelve souls below.

Yuan Jinhong was completely dumbfounded. Looking at the dragon soul in the sky, which looked like a legend, and the giant black turtle, his mind was completely blank.

The twelve souls were also horrified and felt a sense of crisis. They all lit up their weapons and were no longer as rampant as before.

Qin Xuan stood there calmly, with the dragon and the bixi lying in the air on the left and right.

He then looked quietly at the twelve souls whose faces had changed greatly, and smiled gently.

"I don't know, who is the ant?"

His tone was very light, but it seemed as if he had seen a huge joke.