Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The wind was howling and the evil ghosts were howling.

Outside the boundary bead, Ye Youhuang had a proud and confident smile on his face, as if he would be the winner of this battle.

Ye Youding's eyes watched the transformation from a beautiful woman to a demon-like enchantress, with worry hidden in her eyes.

"Illusionary Sound Ghost Evil Art!"

She slowly uttered five words, and her eyes swept across Ye Youhuang's face, with a chill.

Illusionary Sound Ghost Evil Art was once the core practice of a major sect in the Middle Earth, but was eventually destroyed by the Great Qian Kingdom.

This practice includes many methods such as illusion, sound, soul refining, and evil cultivation. The conditions for practice are extremely harsh. Ye Youding remembered it very clearly because this volume of practice is now hidden in the treasury of the Great Qian Kingdom.

What she never thought was that the enchantress next to Ye Youhuang was actually practicing this kind of practice.

The eight black banners behind the enchantress, when combined, are the sixth-grade magic weapon Black Cloud Ghost Banner. Even if they are separated, each piece is no weaker than the seventh-grade peak magic weapon.

A strong man at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, with superb skills, coupled with the unpredictable Black Cloud Ghost Banner.

In the entire Middle Earth, there are no more than ten people in the Nascent Soul stage who can beat this enchantress.

Not only Ye Youding, but also a few strong men present recognized it and were surprised.

"This time, the monk has met a strong enemy!" A powerful Taoist said with regret: "After all, he is only a lower-grade Nascent Soul. If they were at the same realm, he might be able to fight with the woman under Ye Youhuang."

"No wonder Ye Youhuang took out the treasure again. This guy had already calculated it and was determined to get it."

"Using a peak Nascent Soul to bully a monk of the lower Nascent Soul? Does Ye Youhuang really have no face?"

A group of Taoists were dissatisfied, and they looked at the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night in the boundary bead with even more regret.

In their eyes, Qin Xuan's chance of winning this battle was too low. The difference in realm, the good skills, and the sixth-grade magic weapon echoed with the demon girl. Not to mention Qin Xuan's lower-grade Nascent Soul, even if he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul and at the same realm as the demon girl, he would lose more than he won.

In the boundary bead, evil ghosts rushed in front of him. Every sound of evil ghosts seemed to shake the soul apart. Qin Xuan was in it, and the sound of hundreds of ghosts crying and wailing entered his ears, which made his ears feel like needles piercing, and his sea of ​​consciousness was in turmoil.

If he did not have the emperor's thoughts to suppress his sea of ​​consciousness, he would be affected by his great Yang God.

The horror of the evil wind exerted by the black flag was so terrifying that it could even annihilate the great Buddha's hand. It whistled and fell on Qin Xuan's body protection true essence, like a thousand swords fell, and the body protection true essence kept trembling, as if it would break at any time.

Everything seemed to be almost in danger.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. If he could use all his strength, he would not take the Eternal Sword, the Mysterious Light Dragon Slaying Gourd, the evil wind and the black flag seriously.

It was a pity that he could not use them at all now. Even in this fifth-grade boundary bead controlled by Feng Bao, if he moved his Golden Peng body, Feng Bao would find out.

Qin Xuan didn't care about revealing his identity. At worst, he would be hunted down by the Wu Family. With Feng Mo's Supreme Mind Mark, even the Wu Family couldn't do anything to him.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and looked at the enchantress.

However, a True Lord at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm could force Qin Changqing to reveal his identity?

It's ridiculous!

Qin Xuan's eyes flickered slightly. In this night parade of hundreds of ghosts, he actually did something that shocked everyone.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with his body-protecting True Yuan like a bell, covering his body, allowing the evil wind to blow down and the hundreds of ghosts to attack.

Even after Qin Xuan sat cross-legged, he even closed his eyes.

This move shocked countless people.

"Is this monk crazy? What is he doing?"

"At this time, is he still practicing?"

"Interesting, this monk is really arrogant. He ignores the powerful enemy in front of him!"

Voices rang out from the Wanbao Festival, and many Daojuns were surprised.

Ye Youhuang looked at Qin Xuan who was sitting cross-legged in the boundary bead, and his smile froze slightly.

Zhou Lianyun was even more stunned, looking at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Ye Youding looked a little confused, not knowing what Qin Xuan was going to do.

In the boundary bead, Yao Ji looked at Qin Xuan who was sitting cross-legged and surrounded by the evil wind of hundreds of ghosts, and her eyes seemed to be cold.

"What a monk, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me!" Yao Ji was angry. She had never been humiliated so much since she started practicing. When she took action, the enemy actually ignored her and sat cross-legged.

Such an act was a great insult to Yao Ji.

On the other hand, Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, like a rock, his body was constantly vibrating with the protective true energy, but he seemed to be unaware.

His mind was calm, and many magical powers emerged in his mind.

He knew very little about the magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism in his previous life, and most of them were the magical powers of immortals and Buddhas, which he could not cultivate now.

In the world of cultivation, there are only a few magical powers that he can use now, and soon, Qin Xuan decided on a magical power.

Fighting Buddhist Temple, Three Thousand Thunder Pupils!

This is a third-grade magical power, born from the Fighting Buddhist Temple, and is a Buddhist magical power created by the monk in white after entering the world of cultivation.

Pupils produce three thousand thunders, breaking millions of demons!

Three thousand thunder pupils, a third-grade magical power, is extremely complicated to practice even in the Fighting Buddhist Temple. It is necessary to use one's own magic power to condense three thousand thunder patterns in the pupils. After condensation, the three thousand thunder patterns must form a formation, which is cumbersome and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Qin Xuan closed his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be dead silent. Only the body-protecting true essence, under the continuous rotation of the golden lotus in his body, still stood tall.

"Monk!" The enchantress suddenly gave a delicate shout, and there was even more anger in her eyes. She shook her hands suddenly, and the eight black banners behind her actually merged into one, turning into a giant banner several feet in size, covering the sky and the sun.

On this giant banner, the eerie gem light circulated, like a pair of evil ghost faces.

As the giant banner emerged, the hundreds of ghosts actually made sounds of fear and retreated one after another. The enchantress held the giant banner and looked at Qin Xuan with anger.

"I want to see how much you are going to ignore me!"

As the giant banner swayed, the dark evil spirit condensed and turned into a storm, like a black dragon, rushing straight to Qin Xuan.

Wherever it passed, the earth was quietly annihilated in this evil spirit, and the void was trembling faintly.

In the blink of an eye, this dark evil spirit storm hit Qin Xuan's body protection essence.

Boom!

Like the sound of a huge bell hitting a big drum, like the sound of thousands of soldiers fighting and colliding, Qin Xuan's body protection essence only lasted for a few breaths before it was broken.

The terrifying evil wind submerged Qin Xuan in it. From the time Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground to the time when his body protection essence was broken, it was less than a hundred breaths.

The enchantress smiled, "It's a pity for you, monk. If you didn't want to die, why would you do this..."

Before she finished speaking, her face suddenly changed slightly, and a little lightning flashed in the evil wind.

Boom!

In an instant, three thousand thunders penetrated the evil wind, and the evil wind was hit and riddled with holes.

When the evil wind dissipated, Qin Xuan stood quietly, and his figure holding a Buddhist ritual emerged, and his eyes seemed to contain three thousand stars, and thunders kept bursting out from them.

"Donor, I just cultivated a magical power."

Qin Xuan smiled, and three thousand thunders burst out of his eyes, bursting out in all directions, and hundreds of ghosts were touched and instantly broken, and then three thousand thunders rushed towards the enchantress from all directions.

In the enchantress's suddenly changing eyes, the giant banner waved, and the evil spirit collided with the three thousand thunders.

Qin Xuan stood tall, holding a Buddhist salute, and smiled faintly.

"I can easily defeat you!"

As the voice fell, the giant banner rumbled loudly, but it was no match for three thousand thunderbolts.

In the lightning, the enchantress's mask was shattered, the corners of her mouth were stained with blood, and she retreated thirteen miles in the black banner.

Yuanying peak, defeated!