Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

A series of shocking voices rang out from Qianluo Sect. Many disciples, numbering hundreds of thousands, looked up at the dragon in the sky.

The golden dragon scales rolled in the clouds, and the dragon head seemed to be overwhelming the world. The faint dragon power made people feel oppressive.

Zhao Xing's face changed slightly, including the young master of Aoxue Sect.

Not only that, even the other two Mahayana elders in Qianluo Sect suddenly stood up and looked at the dragon.

"Who are you?"

At the head, an old man appeared and looked at Qin Xuan and the others. When his eyes fell on Qin Hao, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The supreme elder of the lower Mahayana level on the side shouted, "Evil creature, you still dare..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a huge pressure descended.

A faint cold light flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes, "Who are you calling an evil obstacle!?"

The face of the Supreme suddenly turned purple and red, and the surrounding void seemed to be solidified and squeezed at this moment.

Even the body of the Supreme was trembling, the magic power was constantly crushed, and the bones and blood were gurgling.

"This Taoist friend!"

Yuan Mo's face suddenly changed, and immediately, the Supreme Mind rose up and slashed at the divine mind that enveloped the elder of the same sect.

Buzz!

With a roar, Qin Xuan's divine mind remained motionless, but Yuan Mo took a few steps back.

Below, Zhao Xing and the young master of Qianluo Sect changed their faces even more.

Just relying on divine thoughts, a Supreme of the lower grade of Mahayana was unable to resist.

At this moment, Zhao Xing seemed to understand why Bailian Daojun and others fell.

One Supreme, one Supreme was supporting Qin Hao.

"How is it possible? How could this Qin Hao have the help of a Mahayana Supreme!" Zhao Xing lost his voice, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Yuan Mo's face showed a trace of horror, he turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan.

"My fellow Daoist, if my junior brother is disrespectful, I hope you will hold back, he didn't mean it..."

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, he looked at Yuan Mo indifferently, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Qing Emperor Palace roared.

In an instant, the Supreme under his divine consciousness suddenly cracked and turned into blood mist.

"How dare you!"

Yuan Mo's eyes were red, and his eyes were about to crack.

His junior brother of the lower Mahayana level actually fell.

The other party actually dared to kill people just because of a disagreement! ?

Qin Xuan stepped on the dragon and stood with his hands behind his back, "For me, those who are disrespectful will only die!"

Dressed in white, he seemed to be pressing down on the world.

At this moment, countless disciples of Qianluo Sect were all in fear.

That was the supreme lower Mahayana, but now, in just a few breaths, he has fallen.

Who is this person? How could he be so terrifying! ?

"Who are you? Why did you come to my Qianluo Sect and kill him!"

Yuan Mo shouted even more angrily. Below, Zhao Xing also soared into the air, his face full of fear.

Even the young master of the Aoxue Sect couldn't help but change his expression slightly. The jade slip in his hand emerged and he secretly transmitted the message.

Qin Xuan's strength was too terrifying. To kill a Mahayana elder with his divine thoughts, his strength must be at least Mahayana upper grade.

Qin Hao was even more stunned. He looked at the Mahayana elder who once looked up to him with awe, and he had fallen and turned into nothingness under Qin Xuan's thoughts.

Qin Yan'er took a breath of cold air and was shocked.

Qin Xuan looked at Yuan Mo indifferently and only uttered two words.

"His father!"

When these two words came out, not only Yuan Mo, but also Zhao Xing and the young master of Aoxue Sect changed their expressions.

His father?

Who else could it be except Qin Hao! ?

Qin Hao's father! ?

Qin Hao's father was so terrifying! ? How could it be possible? How could they never hear of him! ?

Qin Hao was even more silent. At this moment, he seemed to understand how big the gap was between him and his father.

In fact, he and Qin Xuan were only more than 20 years apart in lifespan.

More than 20 years of lifespan is like a world apart.

"Hao'er, who is the master of Qianluo Sect!?" Qin Xuan said lightly.

Qin Hao's eyes turned, and when Zhao Xing's face changed, he slowly raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Xing.

"Qin Hao..."

As soon as the words came out, the divine mind moved again and directly enveloped Zhao Xing.

In an instant, Zhao Xing was like the lower-grade Mahayana elder before, as if he was immersed in water and oppressed by the mountains. His whole body was shaking violently and his face was purple.

"Qin Hao betrayed his sect and killed his master. You didn't ask the reason and killed my Qianluo Sect. Do you really think that my Qianluo Sect is easy to bully?!" Yuan Mo's eyes were about to burst at this moment. If he continued, Zhao Xing would probably die.

Immediately, a teapot suddenly appeared in his hand. The teapot suddenly turned into a hundred feet and fell towards Qin Xuan.

This is a fourth-grade magic weapon, like a mountain, suppressing Qin Xuan.

"Dad, Elder Yuan Mo has a good relationship with my master, and he is also good to Hao'er.Take care of him a little bit." Qin Hao whispered.

"Well!"

Qin Xuan nodded lightly, "Then spare his life!"

The next moment, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he saw the fourth-grade treasure flying backwards. Yuan Mo groaned at this moment, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Zhao Xing, the leader of Qianluo Sect, completely turned into a blood mist at this moment.

The lower-grade supreme of Mahayana, Zhao Xing, the leader of Qianluo Sect... Die!

Yuan Mo was even more dazed. He looked at the younger generations and junior brothers who fell one after another, and his heart was filled with grief.

"It's just a fourth-grade sect, it's not worthy of my humiliation!"

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, he looked at Yuan Mo quietly, "Get out, I'll spare your life for a moment of mercy, if you dare to disrespect again..."

"Die! "

Yuan Mo didn't care about that at the moment. He was almost crazy at this moment.

The next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and poured it on the teapot.

In an instant, the teapot at this moment was as blazing as the constant sun, like a blood sun, crushing Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan looked at it indifferently and only uttered four words.

"Don't know whether to live or die!"

Immediately, a small and pocket-sized Qingdi Palace appeared between his eyebrows.

The next moment, the Qingdi Palace was like a thousand feet, lifelike, and directly blew the teapot away, and even crushed it.

Boom!

The ten thousand feet palace directly crushed Yuan Mo.

In just a moment, Yuan Mo's body almost exploded into a blood mist, annihilated into nothingness.

The Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd on Qin Xuan's waist opened and swallowed the three supreme storage magic weapons into it.

Qin Hao was silent at this moment, he smiled bitterly. He said, and shook his head slowly.

Yuan Mo took care of him a little, but that was all. His father's character had always been like this. It was not easy to spare Yuan Mo's life... Maybe if he spoke up, his father might not kill Yuan Mo, but just like when Qianluo Sect hunted him down, Yuan Mo did not stop him.

The hatred of decades of hunting and the feelings of the past had long disappeared.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He slowly looked at the young master of Aoxue Sect who had already fallen into an ice cellar.

"You, are you related to my son's affairs!?"

He looked at the clothes of Aoxue Sect indifferently, his eyes were as calm as water.

The young master's face had already turned pale, "Senior, Qin Hao's affairs have nothing to do with me!"

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, "I know! "

The next moment, the ten-thousand-foot-high Green Emperor Palace fell, directly shattering the young sect master into nothingness.

Qin Xuan was dressed in white and stood proudly on a dragon. Below him, countless disciples of the Qianluo Sect felt like they were in hell, not daring to breathe. The world seemed to be dead silent.

In just a dozen breaths, Qin Xuan did not move a finger, and with only his divine consciousness,

The Four Supreme Beings,

Die!

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