Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan's wind and thunder fairy wings fluttered behind him, and he walked towards the North Sky Nine Holy Pass.

Until Qin Xuan's figure disappeared, Wen Rujun laughed.

"What a man who should not be insulted lightly, what a man who keeps his word!"

"Interesting, hahaha!"

Wen Rujun laughed, and he looked at the direction Qin Xuan left.

Five hundred years, ants shaking the sky! ?

In a blink of an eye, he, Wen Rujun, must be in this Tian Jiuzhou, and see it with his own eyes.

...

Qin Xuan fluttered his wings and walked, and he still went to the Tian Jiu Holy Pass, never retreating.

In the eighth level of the Kousing Court, the immortal divine essence and the chaotic fairy essence in the body were 241 feet each.

There was still 23 feet to the ninth level of the Kousing Court, 56 feet to the tenth level of the Kousing Court Heavenly Dust, and 158 feet to the perfection of the Kousing Court Heavenly Dust.

The resources required for this are at least 100 million fairy coins, and even close to the 200 million mark.

After thirteen days, Qin Xuan finally approached the Tianjiu Holy Pass.

The vast Holy Pass looked like endless mountains, with a giant dragon lying in the earth.

The closer he got, the more he could see the vastness of the Holy Pass.

It was 330,000 feet high, as if it reached the sky.

In front of the entrance of a Holy Pass, Qin Xuan slowly landed.

"One thousand immortal coins!"

The guards were wearing the armor of the Tianjiu Holy Pass Mansion and guarded in front of the city gate.

Qin Xuan threw out a thousand immortal coins and got a jade slip, and stepped into it.

The jade slip contained the rules of the Tianjiu Holy Pass. You cannot use force privately, you cannot fly in the air privately, everything must be in accordance with the rules, otherwise even if you are a Hunyuan, you will also be sent to the Tianjiu Punishment Immortal Prison.

In this Tianjiu Holy Pass, the one in charge is a saint.

The head of the thirteen saints of Tianjiuzhou, the Tianjiu Saint!

Qin Xuan stepped into it, and around him, the eight and nine heavens of the True Immortals were almost everywhere.

Even the existence of the second, third, seventh, and eighth turn of Daluo passed by.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a low roar sounded, and the faces of the immortals on the street suddenly changed.

I saw a divine chariot with the Heaven-shaking Dragon Qilin and the Hunyuan Immortal Beast as its rider, running across the street.

"That is Ling Zixiao, the Immortal Venerable of Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion!"

"Tianlin Immortal Venerable, Ling Zixiao!?"

"Returning from the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum, it seems that he has obtained a great opportunity!"

The voices of envy, awe, and longing sounded in Tianjiu Shengguan, and the immortals looked up.

In their eyes, Hunyuan Immortal Venerable was already an unattainable existence.

Even in Tianjiu Shengguan, Hunyuan Immortal Venerable was a person who shook the area.

The Heaven-shaking Dragon Qilin pulled the chariot and passed by a place. Qin Xuan walked slowly, with white clothes and gray hair.

He never looked at Ling Zixiao, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, no respect or fear.

Along the way, he shuttled through the streets and came to a pavilion.

This is a secret pavilion, not belonging to Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion.

Qin Xuan walked in and took out 100,000 immortal coins.

"The Emperor's Mausoleum is buried in the northwest dragon desert!"

Qin Xuan slowly said, "Do you have a map of the northwest dragon desert? These are just deposits!"

The person in the secret pavilion was an old man, wearing ragged clothes, with drooping eyes, and did not look at Qin Xuan.

"Three million immortal coins, there happens to be a team, three Daluo Jinxian, two Kou Ting Zhenxian!"

"If you agree, take the immortal coins, if you don't agree, do as you please!"

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, three million immortal coins, and joined the team?

This was a bit beyond his expectations, but in his previous life, he was buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum and was already a saint.

When he was a saint, he had the path to become a saint, but now he is a true immortal of the eighth heaven. If he wants to rush into the tomb of the buried emperor like in his previous life, it is tantamount to seeking death.

"Four million immortal coins, tell me their specific cultivation level and the number of times they can enter the Dragon Desert!"

Qin Xuan threw out a storage ring in a calm voice.

The old man exclaimed softly, then opened his eyes and glanced at Qin Xuan.

He scanned the immortal thoughts and then showed a satisfied smile.

"Not bad!"

"Come with me, I will introduce you!"

As he said, he walked directly into the dark pavilion.

This dark pavilion leads to the underground, surrounded by faint flames, and looks deep and terrifying.

Then, the old man opened an iron door and walked into it. A bloody smell made Qin Xuan frown.

There were three people in sight, and the old man in the dark pavilion spoke slowly.

"This person is from the Great Snow Fairy City, the Daluo Second Level Golden Immortal, and the leader of this team, Li Lingyu!" The old man pointed at the woman wrapped in white cloth, who looked like a mummy from the neck down, but her face was beautiful, and there was a murderous aura between her eyebrows.

As the old man introduced, Li Lingyu looked up, and her pupils were dark red like blood.

"Forty thousand immortal coins, for free!" The old man in the dark pavilion threw out a bag with a simple Xumi pattern on it.

Li Lingyu raised her eyebrows and glanced at Qin Xuan.

"How many levels of true immortals?"

The eyes of the others also fell on Qin Xuan, and Qin Xuan said calmly: "Eighth level!"

"A little weak, be obedient, you can save your life!" Li Lingyu put away the immortal coin and said lightly, then continued to sit cross-legged, the faint evil spirit merged with the power of Daluo, turning into a red dragon entwined around him.

The old man in the Dark Pavilion didn't care, his eyes fell on another person.

"The person from the Dark Pavilion of Wuye, Daluo turned, Mingluo!"

This is a person wrapped in a black robe, and it is difficult to distinguish between old and young, male and female.

The Dark Pavilion of Wuye is a killer organization in Tianjiuzhou, good at assassination and treasure grabbing, and is a sixth-level force.

The old man's eyes fell on the last person, who was only five feet tall.

"Sanxian, Zhenxian Nineth Level, He Lao! "

The old man was fiddling with a rusty copper sculpture in his hand, which seemed to be a broken object. He looked at Qin Xuan and grinned.

A row of silver teeth appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes, causing him to pause.

This row of silver teeth is a fairy treasure, a one-time one that can explode, and each one is enough to destroy a true immortal.

Although he is a true immortal of the ninth heaven, it is not easy for some Daluo to kill this old man.

"Where are Zhao Jiu and Li Huo?" The old man in the dark pavilion frowned, "We will set off when we have enough people. Run out of the dark pavilion and be careful not to be discovered by the enemy."

"Those two guys went to recruit people. This time three people died in Longmo!" Li Lingyu practiced the skills, but a voice came out slowly, "This is just one person, and he is a true immortal. We are still short of two people!"

The old man in the dark pavilion frowned, he turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan, "You can wait here for a while, they can enter the northwest Longmo when they find enough people! "

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. He glanced at the three people and said slowly: "Three people are not needed. I am enough!"

"Let them come back and enter Longmo."

He looked at Li Lingyu calmly, making the dark room suddenly quiet.

The old man beside him flashed quietly and disappeared beside Qin Xuan.

Li Lingyu's eyes suddenly opened and closed.

"Little guy, it's not your turn to speak in this team!"

Li Lingyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent. A woman leading the team had her own strengths.

The next moment, Li Lingyu's figure disappeared, and a pair of dark red daggers were already at Qin Xuan's neck.

The faint cold light seemed to be enough to separate Qin Xuan's head and body with a casual move of Li Lingyu.