Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

boom!

The sky is full of debris, full of smoke and dust. The entire shop almost turned into nothingness under Qin Xuan's spiritual power, revealing the nine-story underground pavilion.

Many disciples in the ink building were already stunned, and Aunt Ming was even more intent on killing in her eyes.

"You dare to do this!?"

She used to be a small shop woman with a trace of compassion, and suddenly that room turned into a murderous god.

Her pupils turned blood, and her finger nails turned blood red.

Ink Tower, Six-Rank Cultivation Technique, Blood River Jue!

Cultivating this tactic is based on the flesh and blood, and even the dead souls.

With this exercise alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that Aunt Ming is a demon, and her hands are even more corpses.

She stepped on these bones to cultivate to the realm of Nascent Soul.

"Aunt Ming!" Xu Shuangxuan whispered, causing that Aunt Ming's eyes full of killing intent to pause.

"Xu Shuangxuan, you are a sinner, and you lead someone to humiliate me on the lintel of the ink building, you should die!" Her voice was hoarse, and Xu Shuangxuan's voice was completely gone.

She felt pity in her heart, but she could tell the severity.

Xu Shuangxuan wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, her body trembled slightly and went silent, her head trembling and her eyelashes.

She didn't want to stop Aunt Ming, but to remind that Dao Jun was defeated by this predecessor of Evergreen, not to mention that Aunt Ming was a true monarch.

"Insult you to the lintel of the ink building?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "It's just an eyesore!"

At the sound of falling, he stepped on his feet suddenly, and Mo Lei condensed in his hands.

Inexhaustible, countless black thunder lights gathered, Qin Xuan shot like a breeze.

Mo Lei became a palm print and swept towards that Aunt Ming in an instant.

boom!

In just a moment, Aunt Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and he consecrated a magic weapon, which was a thin blood-colored needle, a small and exquisite thing, turned out to be a sixth-grade magic weapon, and in her hands, it played to the extreme.

The palm prints blasted down and collided with the blood needle, as if the needle fell into the ocean.

A little touch, Aunt Ming felt that the endless thunder sea would destroy everything.

boom!

Aunt Ming was backing away, just one step back, then another step back.

She retreated a dozen steps, and in the end, under this palm, she spurted blood suddenly, and there was too much disbelief in her blood-colored pupils.

Transforming the realm of the gods, merely transforming the realm of the gods, even hit her severely.

You know, it is the blood of the Nascent Infant Realm, and she doesn't know how much it gets in her hands.

Immediately, Aunt Ming let out a scream, like a ghost crying, trying to disturb Qin Xuan's soul, and even the primordial spirit evolved into a river of blood and came straight towards Qin Xuan.

The blood river of the soul rushed into Qin Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge, as if Qin Xuan was already in an endless sea of ​​blood.

In the next moment, all the rivers of blood were annihilated, and Aunt Ming's face suddenly turned pale, blood spurted from her mouth, and her breath completely wilted.

All the waves almost disappeared at this moment, Qin Xuan looked at the woman, "Just ants, get out!"

His voice was thunderous, and violent waves were set off in this world, directly bombarding the body of Aunt Ming.

Aunt Ming had been hit hard, and in this sound wave, she couldn't help spraying blood again, and if the wind fell leaves, she fell in front of the disciples of the ink building.

The disciples in the ink building, including those monks who followed Qin Xuan's watch, were once again dull at this moment.

"What the **** is this guy doing? That's the Ink Tower, right? He just offended the Yuan Palace, and now he's making a noise in the Ink Tower!"

"Is this person really the place under his feet as the Emperor Hong Dao? The Ink Tower, the three great kingdoms must be jealous, is this guy crazy?"

"He can beat Senior Styx, how could it be possible, he is just the pinnacle of transformation!"

One after another voices rang into Qin Xuan's ears, but Qin Xuan still didn't hear it.

In the ink building, a more majestic breath came from the ground.

From here near the ground, among the stairs from the ninth to the eighth floor, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was dull, and there was a sound, from the first faint sound to the end, it was thunderous.

It seemed as if a giant was stepping, until, the blood-colored hair that this person exposed from the stairs, the pale and snowy face, had eyes that were deep enough to swallow people's minds.

This is a blood-robed woman with red hair, like blood, like a demon who walked out of hell.

She walked out of the ink building in the huge red robe.

From the moment the woman walked out, the whole world was silent, and countless disciples of the ink building were kneeling, including the severely injured Aunt Ming.

Those monks who had watched Qin Xuan, at this moment, left directly.

There was fear in their eyes, and endless fear in their hearts.

It seems that the woman is like a **** of death, terrifying than the supreme.

Qin Xuan looked at the woman, his expression was indifferent, and he recognized the woman's identity.

The host of the ink house, five great abilities!

A true co-doing power, known as desperate, utter god, utter ghost, utter immortal, and utter soul. A great power who once killed the supreme, famous Mo Yunxing, the long years of cultivation world.

The identity of a woman is even more of a mystery. Brother Mo Yunxing only knows that the Five Great Powers are inextricably linked to the Holy Demon Temple.

The ink tower is under the control of this woman.

In Qin Xuan's previous life, he didn't know much about this woman. He only knew that when he was growing up, he came to Mo Yunxing and saw the strong...

There is one woman.

"The sky is evergreen!" The woman finally said, her voice calm as a puddle of stagnant water, "You are too arrogant, Wind Demon, it is impossible to keep you!"

She looked at Qin Xuan, her pair of blood pupils seemed to be the endless sea of ​​blood, she didn't care about the wind and devil.

The ink building is hidden in the darkness. It is Mo Yunxing's number one killer. Although there is no supreme, it has killed the supreme. It can be gathered into a building or divided into thousands.

In the history of Mo Yunxing, the Ink Tower has suffered more than one catastrophe, more than one encirclement and suppression. The three great kingdoms, thousands of sects, and millions of clans have all acted on this assassin organization, but in the end, they are making painful efforts. After the price, it was all compromises, and even a supreme was lost for this.

The three great kingdoms of God, the Wu Family, may be afraid of the Wind Demon, but the Ink Tower will not, because it has too many troubles, so I don't care about one more.

The wind demon is as strong as the ink tower.

What's more, no matter how strong the wind demon is, how can there be the supreme power of the holy demon palace?

Xu Shuangxuan's legs were trembling, and she had too much fear of Wujue. To her, Wujue was no different from a god.

"I'll give you a word to save your life." Wu Jue spoke again, hiding under the red robe, but like a real killer...

ready.

Qin Xuan looked at Wu Jue, his expression as calm as ever, as if what was in front of him was not a mighty power, not the Five Jue mighty power who once killed the supreme in harmony with the way, the original ink poster.

"A word to save your life?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "give you ten breaths time, get out!"

"Otherwise, I will level the ink house in the future!"

As the sound fell, the whole world was undergoing drastic changes. With the killing maneuvering world situation, Qin Xuan's body was suffering, and it seemed to be a battlefield.

Bleeding and drifting!