Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the darkness, the white clothes were torn apart.

Drops of phoenix blood were carried by the Bixi and sank into Qin Xuan's lips.

Years passed, and it had been four years since Qin Xuan entered this place.

This time, Qin Xuan was injured too seriously. He was in the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm. Even if his Eternal Evergreen Body was against the sky and was the inheritance of the Great Emperor, it was enough to shock some of the geniuses in the Immortal Realm to bear the power of a saint with the body of a True Immortal.

The difference between the Nine Levels of the True Immortal Realm, the Eight Turns of Daluo, and the Six Realms of Hunyuan was far from heaven and earth.

As Qin Xuan said in the past, for a True Immortal to kill Hunyuan was like an ant shaking the sky.

The world is so vast that a gust of wind can kill an ant. How difficult is it for an ant to shake the sky?

In the eyes of the creatures in the Immortal Realm, it was almost unimaginable.

Even Qin Xuan, who had slept for four years and nourished himself with the blood of the Primordial Phoenix, had not fully recovered.

However, the hideous cracks on his body that were so hideous that they could see the bones had almost recovered, and there were only faint traces.

As for how badly Qin Xuan was hurt inside, I am afraid only Qin Xuan himself knew.

For four years, Bixi carried the Phoenix Blood and almost consumed it all.

And for four years, Bixi also completely refined the Sun-Swallowing Golden Phoenix into Daluo Ten Thousand Beasts Wine.

A full thousand cups of Daluo Ten Thousand Beasts Wine, as the Phoenix Blood ran out, Bixi took out the Daluo Ten Thousand Beasts Wine and put it into Qin Xuan's mouth bit by bit.

Qin Xuan still had his eyes closed, and there was no sign of waking up.

The Eternal Sword Spirit was also communicating with Bixi, with some worry in his eyes.

…

In the fairyland, the lone figure from the North Territory has crossed the ten states of the North Territory and is in the eleventh state, walking alone.

The old man's eyes are full of chaos, his hair is disheveled, like a traveler, dusty.

Two years later, in the fairyland, the Xiao family in the North Territory.

In the past, the Xiao family, an eighth-class clan in Shijian Fairy City, had nine-tenths of its members injured at this moment, and finally returned to the gate of the Xiao family.

"Descendants of Xiao Fuyun, request to return to our ancestors!"

Xiao Xun, Xiao Ningxue and others were full of sorrow, even with tears in their eyes, looking at the gate of the Xiao family.

This is a cliff canyon, ten thousand feet deep and nine thousand miles long.

Its sound slowly spread and echoed in the canyon.

At the end of the canyon, there are three giant swords, thirty thousand feet high, standing in the world.

On the three giant swords, there are chains that run through the palaces and halls.

On one of the giant swords, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

This person looked like a young man, with a thin body, long black hair, a face as sharp as a knife, and a sword-like brow.

In front of him, there was a sword standing diagonally on the giant sword, only three feet long, like a speck of dust in a huge mountain.

As the voices of Xiao Xun and others came slowly, this person's eyes slowly opened.

"Xiao Fuyun!?"

The young man murmured, and he turned his head to look at the end of the nine thousand miles canyon.

The voices of Xiao Xun and others were too weak, but this young man could hear them nine thousand miles away.

His eyes moved slightly, looking at where Xiao Xun and others were. Nine thousand miles away, a touch of sword intent crossed the sky.

Whoosh!

The sword intent split the wind nine thousand miles away and suddenly fell in front of Xiao Xun and others.

There was no sound on the ground, only one word appeared in front of Xiao Xun and others.

"Yes!"

The young man closed his eyes again, but many people in the Xiao family opened their eyes.

"The sword intention of the martial saint? Has anyone come to the Xiao family?" An old man tapped his finger lightly, and the void became a mirror, watching Xiao Xun and others who were walking slowly in the canyon nine thousand miles away.

Then, he condensed the formula in his hand, as if he was deducing.

"Lost in the descendants of Tianbei!"

The old man murmured softly, looking at Xiao Xun and others, and sighed softly, "Forget it!"

Immediately, the old man ordered to arrange Xiao Xun and others...

Return to the ancestors!

...

Four years later, in the fairyland, in the Western Regions.

In a Buddhist temple, there was a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in a huge space vortex.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the several creatures ascending on the fairy platform in the temple in front of him.

In his eyes, a monk in white slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were calm and deep. He looked at the monk who was knocking on the door and stood up to salute.

The monk threw out a Buddha jade, which landed in front of the monk in white.

The monk in white probed into it with his mind, and then he put away the Buddha jade.

"Southern Region, A Luo Buddha Land!"

"Immortal calendar, 718, August 9!"

"Immortals and mortals are different, even the calendar is very different!"

The monk in white murmured softly, turned around and looked outside the temple. The vast sky was filled with golden clouds, and ten suns were across the sky.

"If we talk about the calendar, you should have ascended around 706. In the fairy world, there is a difference of twelve years!"

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and finally waited quietly by the side, waiting for the immortal monk to lead the way.…

Time flies, and the fairyland changes.

In this Dragon Desert, Qin Xuan seemed to have forgotten all the things outside of his body.

Bixi even put all the Daluo Wanshou Wine into Qin Xuan's mouth, and there was no more wine in the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd.

Qin Xuan still had no intention of waking up, and Bixi did not enter the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a long sigh, slowly dissipating under this desert.

In the Dragon Desert, about a hundred miles away from Qin Xuan, a treasure car was slowly driving.

The car was a Daluo three-turn fairy treasure, but it restrained all the magic.

Around this car, there were four guards, with vigilant faces and restrained voices.

Each guard was a Daluo three-turn golden immortal, wearing brown armor, the same color as the desert sand.

Behind the guarding divine car, there was a man with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips.

He followed the divine car and moved forward slowly.

As time passed, after an incense stick, the divine car had traveled about a hundred miles.

At this moment, a guard suddenly raised his hand and looked ahead.

"Not good! It's the Dragon Desert Storm!"

"Be careful, protect Miss Luo!"

The four guards' faces changed slightly. They did not dare to use the power of Daluo, for fear of attracting the attention of some terrifying creatures in the depths of the Dragon Desert.

The man behind the divine car couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It's just a breeze, why panic!"

"Wait for me to break this breeze for Miss Luo!"

A bead appeared in the man's hand. The bead was green all over, and there was a hint of the immortal way intertwined around it.

Immediately, accompanied by the strong wind, the man threw the bead into the air.

Boom!

The storm swept, but within three feet around the divine car, it was calm. At that moment, the bead was like calming the raging wind.

The four Daluo Golden Immortals looked up at the emerald bead, and a touch of shock flashed across their eyes, and some showed envy.

Daluo Fifth Revolution Immortal Treasure, Qiankun Dingfeng Bead!

For them, this treasure is extremely valuable, but this man can throw it out at will.

In this storm, the man smiled proudly.

"Don't say this mere Dingfeng Bead, even if the Daluo Eighth Revolution Immortal Beast is in front, I will protect Miss Luo from the wind and rain!" He looked into the divine car, but there was no sound from the divine car.

The man didn't care, and smiled proudly, as if he didn't care about the Dragon Desert Storm.

At this moment, a guard seemed to notice something.

"Be careful!" His face changed slightly and looked at the man.

"Why should I be careful? Even if the storm is twice as big, it can't break my Qiankun Dingfengzhu." The man was full of pride, with his hands behind his back, looking at the Daluo guard who spoke.

At this moment, a shadow fell from the sky and fell on the man's head.

Only a scream was left beside the divine car, and the man fell to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

On his body, there was a figure, with many torn clothes, and that...

white hair like snow!