Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Every step Qin Xuan took was very gentle.

Even though, on both sides of him, there were Chaos Saint Puppets that were powerful enough to fight against a semi-saint.

The saint led the way, and Qin Xuan walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Until, after walking this road, Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly became empty.

Red clouds and mists lingered around.

There were a few clear pools with fish swimming in them.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a koi jumped out of the pool and turned into a seven-inch golden dragon in the air, staring at Qin Xuan and the headless saint corpse, as if curious.

Then, the seven-inch golden dragon returned to the pool, silently.

There was also a dark red black tortoise, quietly dormant by the pool, and a sound similar to a dragon's roar came from its mouth, shaking the red mist.

It seemed that this place was the peerless holy land, with all kinds of magical and incomparable things.

Qin Xuan's eyes swept across the clear pool, the black turtle, and the jade bridge carved from fairy jade under his feet.

There was no wave in his eyes, and it was calm.

If it were someone else, even the Hunyuan Immortal Venerable, they would be shocked.

Because the dragon fish in the pool is a Hunyuan fairy beast.

The black turtle lying beside the pool has the appearance of a half-saint.

The headless saint walked in it, passing through the wisps of red mist.

Until he stopped at the end of the bridge.

Qin Xuan raised his eyes slightly and looked forward. Standing in this underground, there was a hall that was a hundred feet high.

The hall was like ice, and every inch of it was full of beautiful colors.

That was the light of the ban, as if the divine light was flowing, revealing the magnificent power.

Every wisp of the ban was enough to make the saint unshakable.

"Is it the Emperor's ban?"

"I haven't seen it for a long time!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly. It was the Emperor's ban. A wisp of ban could flatten mountains and seas, and could suppress the stars.

This was an underground palace, and also an Emperor's palace.

What exactly was hidden in it, which Emperor it was, and whether it was the terrifying aura he sensed in his previous life, was unknown.

At least, with his current strength, it would be difficult to detect.

At this moment, the headless saint corpse bowed slightly and knelt on one knee on the ground.

Even though it was headless, it seemed to bow its head in greeting.

After nine full breaths, the headless saint corpse just stood up.

He did not walk towards the Emperor's palace, but followed the winding path. At the edge of this world, there was a mine wall.

No matter how magical this place was, and how majestic the Emperor's palace was, what kind of existence was hidden in it.

This place was still in the God and Demon Mine, deep in the Emperor's Tomb, buried deep under the earth.

Qin Xuan looked at the cliff, and saw seven ancient characters on the cliff.

Each character did not exist in this era, but came from the ancient era.

The headless corpse stood still, and Qin Xuan whispered behind him: "Is this the text you left behind, or the great emperor?"

Unfortunately, headless, how could headless respond.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven ancient characters quietly, he did not recognize them.

If it were placed in those era characters that once shone brightly in the ancient times, he would know a little, but Qin Xuan did not know the era represented by these characters.

He stood quietly until he walked forward and looked up at the seven ancient characters that revealed the years and even carried an era. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Immortal Emperor Palace moved slightly.

He moved a trace of immortal thoughts and explored these characters.

These seven characters seem ordinary, but I am afraid they are not simple.

The text conveys the meaning. The headless saint brought him here. What he wanted was probably in these seven characters.

When the immortal thought touched it, Qin Xuan's consciousness seemed to be swallowed up suddenly.

A terrifying force even made Qin Xuan unable to resist.

"Holy Will!?"

Two words appeared in Qin Xuan's consciousness, and then his consciousness gradually condensed.

The world is vast, with green mountains and green trees.

All around, there is a vibrant scene, the leaves are green and dripping, and the wood grain is like the years.

A few breezes are blowing slowly, as if refreshing.

Qin Xuan looked at this world, the holy will is hidden in the ancient text, and this world has evolved.

No matter how real it is, it is nothing but illusion.

Qin Xuan looked at this scene, and there was an invisible pulling force, as if wanting him to move forward.

Qin Xuan did not refuse, and followed the mysterious force and walked forward.

Pushing aside the trees, one can see the vast sky, and a big sun, as if it is right in front of one's eyes.

"In this era, is there only one big sun, shining on the fairyland?"

Qin Xuan took a look, and his eyes fell on the front.

There was a stream, with gurgling water and pebbles on the streamside. By the stream, there was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, standing barefoot beside the stream, with a gentle smile to the extreme, that kind of innocence, as if it should not exist in the fairyland.

Even Qin Xuan looked at it, and it seemed that his heart gradually calmed down.

A smile cleanses the heart, just like the girl in front of him.

Qin Xuan looked at thisThe girl beside the stream, occasionally, put her hands on the stone under her body, looking at the world frankly.

There seemed to be endless beauty in those eyes, enough to make people miss endless past events.

At sunset, the girl did not leave. At this time, a 14-year-old boy walked by the stream with a medicine basket on his back.

The boy walked to the side of the girl and turned to look at her. The girl held the pebbles in her hand and hit them into the stream, making a ding-dong sound.

His ears trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to open his mouth to speak.

Unfortunately, there was no sound.

Only the boy opened and closed his mouth, and the girl seemed to be startled and turned to look at the boy.

Qin Xuan could read lips, but he did not know the pronunciation of this era.

The boy seemed a little startled and talked to the girl. Then, a trace of pity seemed to emerge in the girl's smile.

She walked out of the stream barefoot and walked to the boy.

It can be seen that the boy's face was full of panic, and two blushes floated on his face.

The shyness of youth was fully displayed on this boy at this moment.

The two talked for a while, and the boy almost fled away.

Quietly, the picture in front of him seemed to be in the clouds and gradually blurred.

Qin Xuan's consciousness gradually returned to his body.

Qin Xuan turned his head to look at the headless saint corpse and the boy.

It is difficult for a poor family to become a saint. The boy carried a medicine basket, was fourteen years old, had no cultivation, and suffered from a congenital disease. He was not a talent from a big family.

It would be too difficult for such a young man to become a saint.

As for the girl, it reminded Qin Xuan of playing barefoot in the Hunyuan water in that pool before.

Even though one was young and the other was already graceful, there was almost no difference between the two.

Qin Xuan retracted his gaze and looked at the second ancient text.

These seven words should be enough to clear the fog.

His immortal thoughts probed into it, and just like before, his consciousness was directly swallowed into it.

This time, it was a huge city, with a surging crowd. There should be a bustling sound, but in Qin Xuan's ears, there was no sound at all, and the silence was terrifying.

That mysterious power reappeared, guiding Qin Xuan to move forward somewhere.

Qin Xuan walked into the city without haste.

In the city, a big arena appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

On the arena, there was a young man holding the immortal formula in his hand, looking down on all directions, and beside him were some young men in gorgeous clothes.

After the passage of time, he could still be clearly identified.

This young man was the boy who carried the medicine basket in the past.