Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

"what!"

Screaming, howling, in this mountain, like skyrocketing.

Hong Luo's figure retreats for an unknown number of meters at this moment. She looked at the **** mist of her arm, her face resembling the evil spirit Shura.

"How dare you!"

Hong Luo was completely crazy, and his eyes suddenly became extremely red.

A series of terrifying blood and demonic energy haunted her body, like a witch in hell.

"Magic!?"

Ling He's complexion changed suddenly. He looked at the figure of Hong Luo and lost his voice: "Blood-swallowing magic power?"

He cultivated by himself and knew that the blood-swallowing magic skill was a volume of exercises in the realm of cultivation, which was said to be able to swallow human blood for his own use.

This Hong Luo actually practiced the blood-swallowing magic power?

The Bahuang Zhanzong is not the Demon Sect!

The master of the Eight Desolate Zhanzong Sect is even the outcast of the master of the Douzhan Buddhist Temple.

"I will kill you!"

If Hong Luo’s voice was full of madness at this moment, the disciple of the dignified Bahuang Zhanzong’s inner sect, the descendant of the dignified Yuan Ying Zhenjun, was so severely injured on this mortal star, his arms turned into blood fog, unless his limbs were regenerated, it would not be at all. May be cured again.

Hong Luo imagined that he was missing an arm, and the whole person was completely mad.

She doesn't care who Qin Xuan is, let alone the opponent's strength.

There was only one thought in Hong Luo's mind, and Qin Xuan's figure was reflected in her pupils.

"Kill him, draw his soul, let him endure endless suffering!"

Qin Xuan's expression was still calm, calm and terrifying, facing Hong Luo's madness, he seemed to be looking at an ant that had lost his mind.

Blood qi is like a demon python, and devil qi is like a dragon.

Amidst the purple-black blood and devil qi, Hong Luo's figure came like a demon and appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

The blood lines of the Eight Desolate Fighting Body were permeated, and at this moment they were more like Shura, curious and bright red.

Fist is like a violent wave, enough to destroy mountains and mountains.

Hong Luoyi had one arm left, and the magic power of condensing blood and energy all over his body exploded.

With the punch out, the ground behind Qin Xuan was already split inch by inch, and the fist wind bombarded the ground, unexpectedly blasting the ground into a huge depression.

Qin Xuan's soles were suspended in the air, never sinking, facing Hong Luo's punch.

He just reached out his palm, as if holding a breeze.

boom!

The air wave soared ten thousand feet into the sky, breaking away the sky clouds.

But Hong Luo was sluggish, she looked at Qin Xuan crazy but incredible.

"This is impossible!"

She yelled, hitting with all her strength, and the other side stood still.

It is as if she shakes the tree like a mayfly, doing her best, not as good as a breeze.

In Qin Xuan's palm, wisps of blood lines quietly lit up. It was the Eight Desolation War lines, just permeating the palm.

The blood lines are like a real dragon, intertwined vertically and horizontally, more like a large array, like the heavens.

In contrast, the Eight Desolate War Patterns on Hong Luo's body were like faint hair.

Qin Xuan's palm pressed slightly, and saw the sound of broken bones ringing one after another, and Hong Luo hissing in pain was like a heart-piercing noise.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the war patterns permeating Hong Luo's fist burst, and even the palm of the fist was squeezed into powder like a bubble at this moment.

boom!

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's palm shook, and Hong Luo's other arm was shaken into powder and turned into blood mist.

Hong Luo's figure is more like a meteor, falling to the ground for more than a kilometer, his body almost tore a huge gully on the ground, and the sound of bone cracks is endless.

"That's... the Eight Desolate Combat Body?"

Hu Qing lost his voice. Although Qin Xuan displayed a palm of the Eight Desolation War Patterns, how could they fail to notice when the two focused their attention?

This Azure Emperor actually possesses the Eight Desolation Battle Body?

"How could he know the Eight Desolation Battle Body? This Bahuang Battle Body is the secret of the Fighting Buddhist Temple, and the Eight Desolation Battle Sect is not a disciple of the Inner Sect and cannot practice." Ling He was also extremely shocked.

At the foot of Longchi Mountain in the past, those three thousand three-inch pills had already shaken them like dragons and phoenixes.

Now, they suddenly realized that the former Qing emperor under the mountain was just a drop in the ocean. How secret is this Qing emperor's body?

Facing the Red Luo of the Eight Desolate Zhanzong, the Qing emperor never used half of his mana from beginning to end, only relying on his body.

Like grinding ants!

The two of them were dumbfounded, and there was confusion in their minds.

In the gully thousands of meters away, Hong Luo broke both arms, and she looked at Qin Xuan with trepidation.

At this moment, she was no longer crazy, but completely full of fear.

escape!

The other party is definitely not her opponent, even if she is extremely unwilling to believe that her dignified cultivator, half-step cultivator of God, will be so miserably defeated in the hands of this monk.

"When I return to the realm of cultivation, I will let you die without a place to bury you!" Hong Luo roared in her heart, and she turned and stepped on the distance.

With all arms destroyed, nothingness is lost.

At this moment, she has been completely hit hard, how dare she hesitate.

Qin Xuan stood still from the same place. He looked at the leaping Red Luo. Suddenly, he flexed his fingers slightly and his fingers popped out.

Whizzing!

The two lines of blood flow, just like the full moon of the divine bow, and two lines of Zhuxian appearing from his fingertips.

Kowloon Teng!

Although it was this way, at this moment, Qin Xuan only used two traces of blood qi, as if the half-step transformation of the gods, the golden core of Hong Luo, did not even have the qualifications to give him a half more power.

In an instant, those two blood lines had already shot out, and only two red glows glided past the sky and the earth.

Hong Luo's body suddenly stopped in midair, and she lowered her head. The originally charming but now hideous face was almost full of terror.

I saw the two blood lines coming out through her legs, and her legs had turned into nothingness in just a moment.

boom!

The explosion sounded almost at the same time, and the blood mist rose from the sky. Hong Luo's body almost flipped several times in the air, falling to the ground weakly.

Hong Luo looked at that day in horror, and his mind was almost blank.

Her limbs... all turned into nothingness?

Ling He and Hu Qing were even more sluggish, and the two of them fell on the unmoving Qin Xuan. The fear was imprinted on the bottom of their hearts, as if they were not a cultivator of the golden core at all, but A true monarch of Yuanying, who is capable of harmony.

There was no emotion in Qin Xuan's eyes either. He spread his hands and saw that the void was pulling a huge force. A thousand meters away, Hong Luo's broken figure was like a rag, accompanied by blood coming from the sky.

"Emperor Qing!" Ling He suddenly reacted, saying with horror and awe: "This Hong Luo's grandfather is a true primordial soul, Emperor Qing, are you really going to kill?"

Hu Qing's complexion also changed suddenly. If Hong Luo died, the True Sovereign Yuan Ying of the Eight Desolation Zhanzong would never give up, and would even involve them.

"Emperor Qing, think twice!" Hu Qing lowered his head and said cautiously.

"My grandfather is True Monarch Yuan Ying, if you dare to kill me, my grandfather will kill this star!"

"Let me go, I promise to leave, I dare not trouble you any more!"

Not to mention that it was Hu Qing and Ling He. At this moment, Hong Luo was mixed with tears and blood of fear, and his hideous faces became more terrifying.

Qin Xuan glanced faintly at Hu Qing and Linghe, and Hong Luo was lingering in his ears begging for mercy, and the threatening words never came out.

Afterwards, he just flicked his fingers slightly, and a ray of blood fell from his fingertips.

boom!

In an instant, Hong Luo's head had already turned into blood mist.

Eight Desolate Zongzong Hong Luo!

No dead body!

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