Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Unparalleled figure covers the world!

At this moment, all the warriors were as if they had seen a ghost.

"What kind of magical power is this? That is death energy, the death energy of the Nether Dragon!"

"Could it be that this person is the real demon master!"

"Damn it, we were deceived by that person before, the treasure..."

A series of low murmurs came from the mouths of the warriors.

They were respectful, angry, fearful, and sad...

In the sky, Qin Xuan's Nether Immortal Pupils between his eyebrows slowly closed.

He looked at the place where the death energy condensed and buried all things, and he never left.

"Huh!?" Tu Xian's eyes shook slightly, looking at the place where the death energy was.

Qin Xuan had not left, which meant that the fake person was not dead yet.

"How is it possible!?"

Tu Xian was surprised. If she wanted to resist this Nether Immortal Pupil, she would have to pay a price.

Qin Xuan entered the forbidden area of ​​Heaven's Jealousy in the Return to Void Realm, and his physique was extraordinary to the extreme. Although the grade of this Nether Immortal Pupil Divine Power was not high, it was condensed with the death energy of the Nether Dragon, which was enough to bury everything.

Boom!

Suddenly, the world shook and the space collapsed.

In the midst of the death energy, a ray of light shone from it.

Among them, there was a roar, "Break it for me!"

A dazzling sword light tore through the many death energy, and a figure suddenly rose up and rushed straight to Qin Xuan to kill.

The sword tip, at this moment, seemed to be on Qin Xuan's brow.

Quietly, the sword tip had stopped, Qin Xuan trapped the long sword with two fingers, and put one hand behind his back, like a child playing.

In front of him, the young man was wrapped in a gorgeous lavender dress at this moment, and there was a wisp of breath around the purple clothes.

Even so, the young man's face was a little gray, his lips were gray, as if he had lost his blood color.

"Another third-grade treasure!"

Instantly, all the strong men were shocked, including Tu Xian.

This is not a treasure from the Demon Blood Continent, but a third-grade treasure from the world of cultivation.

If it weren't for the purple clothes, the young man would have been buried long ago.

Only Qin Xuan had no ripples in his eyes. He shook his fingers lightly, and the young man suddenly retreated.

His arms were faintly trembling, and his pupils were filled with shock and anger.

"A third-grade peak treasure, the Zhiyang Immortal Clothes!" Qin Xuan murmured softly, "Direct lineage of the Immortal Vein?"

He looked at the young man quietly, "Unfortunately, in front of me, it's still not worth mentioning."

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Xuan's figure had disappeared, and he appeared in front of the young man like a flash.

"Die!"

The young man shouted, he activated the Supreme Thought and rushed straight towards Qin Xuan.

Unfortunately, before the Supreme Thought came to him, a mountain appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

The ancestral mountain opened the sky!

Boom!

The Supreme Thoughts collided with Zuyue Kaitian, and the heaven and earth seemed to be shaking and overturned.

Qin Xuan took a step forward and punched out.

Star-suppressing Fist!

The huge fist print instantly slammed into the edge of the third-grade sword, knocking it away.

Then, Qin Xuan stepped again, punched the stars, and slammed into the young man.

The young man's eyes were red, he raised his sword and kept slashing at the Star-suppressing Fist.

The power of the Star-suppressing Fist was too terrifying.

Every time he attacked, the young man almost had to use several or even dozens of swords to block it.

Even with the protection of the third-grade treasure clothes, his mouth was still bleeding, and his internal organs were like a tumbling sea.

Finally, Qin Xuan stopped, he looked at the young man who retreated thousands of miles away, and opened another magical power at the center of his eyebrows.

Fighting Nine Styles, the Gods Sigh!

The golden light broke through the air, like splitting thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the world was shattered wherever it passed.

The young man also felt the crisis, and immediately roared, pinching his fingers with one hand and refining a third-grade sword with the other. Not only that, he also moved his supreme mind, turning it into a defense and blocking in front of him.

Boom!

Wherever the golden light went, the rainbow broke, the sword flew, and the mind turned into nothingness!

The young man retreated hundreds of thousands of miles, and with a wow, he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he was already in a mess, with a large piece of blood stain on his chest. There was no will to fight in his eyes, and only fear was left.

"He is really the White-clothed Demon Lord, how is it possible!"

"The Supreme cannot enter the ancient times. When he entered the ancient imperial domain, he was not a Mahayana Supreme. Now he is at most a lower-grade Mahayana. How can he have such a terrifying strength!"

At this moment, Qin Xuan moved again, and a ten-inch red gold mountain appeared beside him.

Holy Mountain Taichu!

From the Holy Mountain Taichu, wisps of red-gold flames spread out, condensed in Qin Xuan's hands, and turned into a big bow.

Qin Xuan put the bow on his left hand and the string on his right hand, and slowly pulled it open.

At this moment, the young man felt like he was in hell.

He roared, "You want to kill me? I was just pretending to be you, but you want to kill me!"

The voice spread hundreds of thousands of miles and fell into Qin Xuan's ears.

Qin Xuan seemed to have heard nothing. He slowly pulled the red-gold bow, and the arrow pointed directly at the man who turned around and wanted toThe young man who escaped.

At this moment, the young man was completely terrified. Although the opponent had no intention to kill him, the terrifying power of the bow and arrow gave him an intuition that if he was hit, he would definitely die.

Even if he was protected by the treasured clothes, he would not be spared.

The young man's hand suddenly shook, and he swallowed a pill. His aura surged wildly at this moment.

"I am the direct descendant of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. My ancestor is the Supreme Immortal Vein. If you dare to kill me, you will definitely die after leaving the Hangu Emperor Domain!"

The young man roared, "Even if you kill me, what can you do? The God King of the Forbidden Land and the Lord of the Forbidden Land are now slaughtering the strong men in my cultivation world. If you have the strength, why don't you kill them!"

His roar continued to come.

All the strong men were extremely angry.

"You are not the demon lord, damn it, return my treasure to me!"

"I trusted you so much and gave you a first-class treasure, but you dared to deceive me!"

"Kill him, demon lord, how can you tolerate him pretending to be you?"

The strong were furious. They were deceived and defrauded of many treasures. They were so angry that they wanted to go crazy.

However, they did not dare to move. They felt the terrifying power of the golden bow in Qin Xuan's hand. If they took action, if the demon lord lost balance, they would also die in it.

What's more, some demon lords and demon kings understood that Qin Xuan's intentions were unclear, and he might not come to help them.

The demon lord had the blood of nearly a hundred demon clan strongmen in his hands.

Many voices were like the wind, but Qin Xuan didn't hear them. He had already drawn the bow to the full moon in his hand. He looked quietly at a million miles away.

Immediately, his hand on the bow was loosened.

Boom!

A brilliant sword beam, as if crossing the sky and earth for a million miles, chased the young man.

The next moment, a million miles away, it seemed as if a constant sun was burning, covering an unknown distance.

The primordial holy fire burned everything.

Qin Xuan held a bow in his hand and looked quietly into the distance.

"Bixi, take his magic weapon!"

The Bixi behind him immediately responded, driving the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd, and went straight into the million miles away.

The lower grade of the Mahayana, the direct line of the immortal vein, die!

The strong were extremely shocked and looked at Tu Xian. For a moment, all of them were in awe.

Tu Xian looked at the figure in the air that seemed to suppress the world, and raised his red lips slightly, and a thought emerged in his mind.

The white-clothed man arrogantly called himself the demon lord, and no one in the world could compare to him.

The demon lord Qin Xuan deserved it!