Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The world of cultivation was strangely peaceful.

Some gossips were spread, but none of the fifteen major immortal veins confirmed it, and no one dared to say whether it was true or false.

Only the immortal vein masters of the three sects except the Wind, Thunder and All Things Sect gave an order.

"If you meet the Green Emperor Qin Changqing, you cannot defeat him!"

"If you meet the Demon Lord Qin Xuan, retreat!"

The two orders were passed down, which made the disciples of many immortal veins slightly shocked and thoughtful.

A year passed quietly.

Taixuan Holy Sect was bustling with people.

Many immortal veins appeared and waited until now. Qiansheng was going to pass the tribulation!

In the battle in the past, the leader of Taixuan Holy Sect, Tianxuan, fell, and Taixuan Holy Sect was severely damaged. Even Qiansheng had to trigger the heavenly tribulation.

The entire Taixuan Holy Sect was almost dead silent.

Only the ten immortal vein supremes appeared, with a dim look in their eyes, but those immortal vein supremes were slightly shocked.

Under the dead silence of Taixuan Saint Sect, there seemed to be a hidden murderous intention, and the immortal veins were rolling.

That was the method of offering sacrifices to the immortal veins, which had taken shape.

Taixuan Saint Sect used this to warn other immortal veins that if they dared to plot against the will of the immortals, Taixuan Saint Sect should fight to the death and ask the immortals to pacify the disaster.

"It's been a year, Taixuan Saint Sect, hasn't elected a sect leader yet?"

"It seems that it's almost settled. It is said that Zhayu is in seclusion, preparing for the Xianyuan Secret Realm. After the Xianyuan Secret Realm, he should be in charge!"

"The thirteenth on the Immortal List? Is he qualified to be in charge of Taixuan Saint Sect!?"

"Tianxuan was very optimistic about him at the beginning, and even gave him the semi-immortal Taixuan Umbrella. Otherwise, Tianxuan might not have died at the beginning!"

"I see, but it also depends on whether Zhayu can come out of the Xianyuan Secret Realm alive, hum!"

"Tell those disciples Disciple, be careful. After all, in the Xianyuan Secret Realm, anyone who enters it will fight on their own. Even if it is your sect or mine, it will be a strong enemy!"

"In addition to the fifteen immortal veins, some ancient inheritors in the cultivation world will probably enter. If you are not careful, they will take away your immortal fate, which will be a big trouble!"

"Can they take away the immortal fate? It's ridiculous. I'm afraid they won't come. If they come, they can just sharpen the sword for our younger generation of geniuses!"

Several immortal vein masters, some cold and arrogant, some frowned, and some disdainfully talked about the Xianyuan Secret Realm.

Forty years, for them, is just a blink of an eye.

While talking, thunderclouds were already roaring above the starry sky.

Even the voices of the immortal vein masters gradually disappeared.

Cross the tribulation!

Any cultivator who has the potential to become an immortal must face this level.

After crossing the three disasters and nine tribulations, you can enter the immortal land, which can be called perfect.

If not, they will perish, and tens of thousands of years of hard work will be turned into nothingness.

In normal times, it is impossible for the Taixuan Holy Sect's tribulation masters to come and watch.

The specific reason is also clear to the masters of the immortal veins present.

The demon master has not yet shown any trace.

If this person comes, Qiansheng may be in danger.

Even if he does not come, if other immortal veins have evil intentions, Qiansheng will have no hope in this tribulation.

Taixuan Holy Sect is already thinking of burning jade and stone together. If anyone dares to move today, Taixuan Holy Sect will fight to the death, sacrifice immortal veins, open the immortal gate, and invite immortals to enter the world.

In the Wanyao Holy Mountain, seven holy demons also slowly appeared, with majestic figures and the power of holy demons.

Qiansheng's eyes were cold and swept across the seven holy demons, but he never spoke.

At this point, the Taixuan Holy Sect no longer had the capital to compete with the Wan Yao Holy Mountain, not to mention...

The Great Sage Pingtian was still alive!

He was a being who had once killed an immortal. Although the Great Sage Pingtian was severely injured by an immortal, he was still alive, which made people have to be wary of him.

Amidst the thoughts of the crowd, suddenly, a calamity cloud as large as tens of millions of miles appeared in the starry sky, under the Thousand Saints.

The Thousand Saints Condensed the Art of Condensation, and he laid down a great formation and layers of defense, almost thousands of layers, all of which were extraordinary and could resist the attacks of the great masters of the Mahayana realm.

After about an incense stick of time, thunder fell.

The lightning flashed in an instant and hit the formation in an instant.

Boom!

In just a moment, it broke through hundreds of layers of defense.

Before the first lightning flash dissipated, the second lightning flash had already fallen.

This arena was a hundred feet wide, and when it descended, it was more like a waterfall of thunder.

With only seven thunderbolts, the thousands of defenses were broken and the formation was on the verge of collapse.

Qiansheng stared and roared suddenly. The precious spear appeared in his hand.

The black spear was like a dragon, colliding with the eighth spear.

Boom!

Qiansheng fell a hundred feet. His face was slightly pale. Lightning arcs jumped and lightning flashed on his body.

Immediately, the ninth thunderbolt had already fallen...

There were eighteen thunderbolts, and Qiansheng used his spear to pick them up. Various magical powers continued.

"With the foundation accumulated by Qiansheng for a year, this disaster may be overcome!""Although Qiansheng was slightly affected at the beginning, it was not shaken to the core. The demon lord killed Tianxuan with one sword!"

"If he survived, the Taixuan Holy Sect would have an eight-tribulation-crossing-tribulation-level strongman!"

"Perhaps, if this calamity is overcome, Qiansheng will not linger, and will overcome the eighth calamity, become a nine-tribulation strongman, and double his strength!"

Many immortal vein supremes, and even those who have crossed the calamity realm, stared at him.

Even the masters of more than ten major immortal veins frowned slightly. If so, after tens of thousands of years, maybe the Taixuan Holy Sect can recover some vitality.

This catastrophe is not a disaster for the Taixuan Holy Sect.

Since the fall of Tianyuan, the Taixuan Holy Sect has been severely damaged. In just two or three years, the Taixuan Holy Sect has had dozens of Hedao-level immortal vein supremes. Of course, there have also been thousands of Hedao fallen, at a tragic price.

But so many Hedao-level immortal vein supremes, at least in the next million years, the Taixuan Holy Sect has never had such a large number of Hedao-level immortal vein supremes.

Qiansheng was already going through the thirty-sixth tribulation. He was swallowing pills, and his body was covered with wounds.

The seventh tribulation had forty-nine heavenly tribulations. With thirteen more heavenly thunder tribulations, he could go through the seventh tribulation and enter the realm of the eighth tribulation.

"My little demon master, when I have gone through the three disasters and nine tribulations, even if I have to destroy the cultivation world, I will transform into a mortal immortal to kill you!"

Qiansheng's eyes showed a monstrous hatred, and a heavenly tribulation fell with a bang.

Outside the heavenly tribulation, the void cracked, and a man in black slowly walked out of it.

The man in black had a broken arm, a blood hole on his chest, a dragon pattern on his forehead, and a demonic look.

"How long will you seven wait?" The man in black spoke, alarming the many immortal vein supremes, the tribulation beings, and the immortal vein masters.

"It's him!"

"Sage Pingtian, how could he be here!"

Ao Xuan and the other seven great saints and demons looked at each other, and finally sighed.

In the Taixuan Holy Sect, all the immortal vein supremes and the remaining two tribulation realm beings suddenly changed their expressions.

Only a dragon roar was heard, resounding in the starry sky.

"Old Qiansheng, today I have received an unwelcome request from the eighth holy demon master of the Wan Yao Holy Mountain."

"Send you to the west!"