Rebirth of the Urban Madman

One thousand eight hundred and ninety-two feet!

The height of that line of words made all the monks look up.

Everyone was extremely shocked.

One thousand eight hundred and ninety-two feet, which was nearly two hundred feet higher than the height of Saint Su Xuan.

"As expected of a high monk of Da Zi Zai Temple, my God, if he can go one step further, he will be able to reach two thousand feet!"

"The 71st on the Immortal List, what does the word engraved by this person mean!"

"Not good, he has exhausted his strength. If he falls from the mountain, he will probably die or be injured!"

One voice after another sounded from everyone's ears, and they saw Wuliang falling powerlessly on the mountain.

Wuxian and others' faces suddenly changed, "Catch him quickly, the power on the mountain is too terrifying, if he falls like this, even a great demon will be reduced to meat paste!"

Tianxu shouted, he had already activated the formation, and a series of formation patterns appeared in his hands, and he wanted to climb the mountain to catch people.

Feng Bao also sacrificed a magic weapon, and behind Wuxian, a huge white bone emerged, with a bone palm as big as a mountain.

"What's wrong with this bald donkey!" Wuxian shouted angrily, moving the white bones, ready to catch Wuliang.

At this moment, a shadow quietly passed over everyone's head.

This sudden change shocked everyone and made them look at the shadow.

What caught their eyes was the golden wings, carrying a shadow, entering the Phoenix Blood Mountain, and soaring into the sky.

"Evergreen boy!"

"Isn't this guy waiting for the person on the Immortal List?"

"When did he come?"

Wuxian and the other two were even more shocked, with great surprise in their eyes.

Before, they still had worries in their hearts, after all, that was the existence of the Immortal List, and they didn't know whether Qin Xuan could win.

Now that Qin Xuan has returned safely, it's like a big stone has fallen from their hearts.

Qin Xuan climbed up, moved the golden roc body, shook the golden wings, soared into the sky, like a dragon out of the abyss, and directly crossed hundreds of feet.

Entering this mountain, the pressure of memories from the previous life swept over him crazily.

It seemed as if there were mountains all around, and he was breaking through the mountains, as if entering a quagmire.

In his previous life, he had climbed 864 feet on this mountain, but now...

The golden roc screamed, and its wings shook again.

Boom!

In just a dozen breaths, Qin Xuan seemed to be walking on the Phoenix Blood Mountain as if it were flat ground, soaring into the sky. In the extremely shocked eyes of everyone, Qin Xuan had already passed the names of Feng Bao, Tianxu and others, and entered 900 feet.

Above his head, Wuliang's body had also fallen, right in front of him.

Qin Xuan looked at Wuliang's extremely weak body with a calm look, his heart was flowing with the body infant, and his body seemed to have nine chicks chirping.

He stepped suddenly, and the whole Phoenix Blood Mountain seemed to tremble slightly.

In an instant, he approached Wuliang. Qin Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Wuliang's robe by the back of his neck.

Wuliang was exhausted and barely opened his eyes. Blood seeped from his eyes and he looked at Qin Xuan.

"Thank you for saving my life!" His voice was extremely weak, and his lips were pale without any blood color.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Why, is this all you know about Buddhism? You can't even cross a mountain?"

His words were calm, but they were like a thunderclap that entered Wuliang's heart.

Wuliang's eyes were shocked, "What do you mean, donor!"

"It's only the 71st on the Immortal List. You, Wuliang, have been practicing Buddhism for seven lifetimes. Your Buddha heart is too weak!" Qin Xuan said faintly, "The path of cultivation has endless possibilities, which is why all living beings yearn for it."

"A mountain and a person make you like this, and your Buddhism is just like this!"

Wuliang was silent after hearing this.

"Donor, human power is limited, it is important to know yourself!" He said slowly: "Everything in the world has a destiny. I am stupid, how dare I force it!"

Qin Xuan held Wuliang, looking at the top of the Phoenix Blood Mountain with a calm look.

"Everything in the world has a destiny?"

"It's ridiculous!"

"I, Qin Changqing, don't believe in destiny, I only know..."

"Destiny does not bind me, and the universe can't do anything to me!"

After the voice fell, Qin Xuan stepped again, stepping on the mirror-like cliffs of the Phoenix Blood Mountain.

"It's just a Phoenix Blood Mountain, don't say so, even if it's destiny, what does it matter? If I, Qin Changqing, want to turn it over like flat ground!"

The golden roc's body dissipated, and he walked as fast as flying, stepping on the cliffs as if they were flat ground, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

"What!?"

The people below were shocked when they saw this scene.

"What is this Qingdi Palace Master going to do? He doesn't even let go of Wuliang and continues to climb the mountain!"

"Is he planning to take Wuliang with him? The pressure he will bear is more than doubled!"

"Qin Changqing is too arrogant. He is already exhausted climbing the mountain alone. Now he is taking someone with him. How high can he go?"

Among the Taoists watching, everyone was shocked, and some were sarcastic.

They knew how strong Qin Xuan was, but that didn't mean that Qin Xuan was invincible and could do everything.

How terrible is Phoenix Blood Mountain? It is the most terrifying place in the Immortal Phoenix Divine Kingdom.The treasure was initially set aside, and even in the years of the existence of the Immortal Phoenix Kingdom, no one dared to take people to climb the mountain.

And now, this Qingdi Palace Master, Qin Changqing, is only a cultivator of the upper grade of the Nascent Soul, but he has done something that the entire Immortal Phoenix Kingdom and even the distinguished guests who come and go from the Immortal Phoenix Kingdom dare not do for tens of millions of years.

"I thought Wuliang was crazy enough, why did Changqing go crazy with Wuliang?"

"Is madness contagious? Damn it!"

Tianxu and Feng Bao looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Qin Xuan's behavior was too horrifying. Even if Qin Xuan was strong, the danger of taking people to climb the mountain was too great.

If Qin Xuan was exhausted and fell from the mountain, the danger would be almost enough to kill him.

But soon, the expressions of the Taoist Lords and Feng Bao and the other two who were watching changed from bitterness to astonishment, shock, and finally to dullness.

In just a hundred breaths, Qin Xuan climbed a thousand feet on the Phoenix Blood Mountain.

One thousand nine hundred feet, even surpassing Wuliang's previous record.

Qin Xuan was on the mountain, his body-protecting true energy enveloped the two of them, withstanding all the pressure.

His body was trembling slightly, only his eyes were extremely indifferent.

"Donor, why do you have to do such a crazy thing, let me go!" Wuliang sighed lightly, and in a hundred breaths, he recovered a little bit of strength, but unfortunately his body was still weak and difficult to move.

Qin Xuan smiled calmly, "A crazy move? In your eyes, it may be a crazy move, but in my eyes, it is just a piece of cake!"

"Wulian, your vision is too narrow. How can a mayfly know the height of a tree, and how can a frog in a well know the breadth of the sky."

"Whether it is the Immortal List or this Phoenix Blood Mountain, it may be insurmountable in your eyes, but in my eyes, Qin Changqing, it is nothing to mention!"

On Qin Xuan's body, the essence is condensed, as if it condensed into a layer of divine light on the surface of Qin Xuan's skin.

In this 1,900-foot Phoenix Blood Mountain, Qin Xuan's aura has not weakened, but has become stronger.

Wuliang's pupils shrank slightly, shocked by Qin Xuan's strength.

This guy is indeed a monster!

Wuliang sighed in his heart, and then said, "I am not as good as the donor."

Qin Xuan glanced at Wuliang calmly, "Wuliang, if you are so kind, why did you risk your life before?"

"You are just deceiving yourself!"

"Those who practice Buddhism in the world are said to save themselves, save others, and save all living beings."

"But in my eyes, Qin Changqing, it is the opposite. The Hinayana should save all living beings, so the road is the easiest. All living beings are infinitely good and evil, and they cannot be saved. The middle ones save others and save those who can be saved. All living beings may not be able to do good, but the good ones have their own blessings, and the evil ones have their own evil consequences. The Mahayana is to save oneself. All living beings can be saved, but it is the most difficult to save oneself."

Wuliang heard this and fell into deep thought.

Buddha!

He understood better than Qin Xuan. He practiced Buddhism for seven lifetimes, and what Qin Xuan said was not even a Zen saying.

However, Wuliang did not think that what Qin Xuan said was unreasonable. On the contrary, it made him feel enlightened.

All living beings, people's hearts change, one thought is good or evil, one thought is devil or Buddha, good and evil are endless, how to cross them?

Others, punish evil and promote good, this path has always been the practice of Buddhism in the cultivation world.

As for himself... In the past, Wuliang felt that everything could be let go, until he met that person, and then he found out.

If he could let go, then why would it be a disaster? If he couldn't let go, how could he become a Buddha?

Since they parted in that city, he has been trying his best to catch up for hundreds of years, but he couldn't even touch the edge of the Immortal List.

While Wuliang was thinking, Qin Xuan had stepped up again by hundreds of feet. On his body, a wisp of blue veins emerged, and Qin Xuan's speed gradually slowed down.

The pressure of Phoenix Blood Mountain is indeed extremely terrifying. Tens of millions of years ago, even the people of the great sects of the immortal veins had climbed this mountain, but they had never reached the top. Qin Xuan is now a top-grade Nascent Soul, and he has not even achieved the Return to Void stage, nor the Dao Lord. Climbing this mountain is like holding up the sky.

What's more, Qin Xuan is bringing someone with him.

The terrifying pressure makes the Eternal Evergreen Body seem to encounter obstacles.

The Nine-Colored Body Infant trembles wildly, and the rolling essence is like lava, engulfing every inch of Qin Xuan's flesh and blood.

"The words of the donor have made me gain a lot!"

"But let me go, it's too much of a burden."

Wuliang can't feel any pressure under Qin Xuan's protection, but how can he not know how terrifying the pressure Qin Xuan is under now.

At 1,900 feet, he was exhausted and almost died. Now, Qin Xuan has taken him to 2,400 feet and rushed straight to 2,500 feet.

It was terrifying enough for one person to climb the mountain, not to mention that Qin Xuan brought him with him.

Qin Xuan said nothing, his eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about the Phoenix Blood Mountain.

Wuliang was silent, and suddenly, QinXuan has stepped on the 2,500-foot mark.

Wuliang even saw a name around him.

Miaokong!

Wuliang's pupils shrank suddenly. Miaokong, the Buddha of Dazizai Temple, the one who founded Dazizai Temple and had already become a Buddha and an immortal, the master who entered the immortal land?

Is it a coincidence?

Wuliang was shocked. After tens of millions of years, he guessed that it might be true.

The founder of Dazizai Temple just climbed this mountain 2,500 feet?

Could it be that Qin Xuan has surpassed the founder of his Dazizai Temple?

"Donor, I would like to ask you a question. Since you have three kinds of Buddha in your eyes, is your way for all living beings, for others, or for yourself?" Wuliang opened his mouth and looked at Qin Xuan.

At that time, Qin Xuan's way crushed his Buddhist Dharma with just one finger.

Wuliang has been puzzled and curious about this for a long time.

At the Phoenix Blood Mountain, 2,500 feet high, Qin Xuan paused slightly, and he did not even look at Wuliang.

"How can my Qin Changqing's way be the same as Buddha's?"

After the voice fell, the Eight Desolate War Patterns quietly emerged on Qin Xuan's body.

In his body, there seemed to be a long chant of dragons and phoenixes, and his spirit was gushing out like divine light.

Qin Xuan stepped again and soared into the air.

One step of a hundred feet!