Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan looked at the young man, who defeated all opponents in this city and swept away the pride of the great clans.

Finally, under the attention of the crowd, he slowly walked out of the city.

Qin Xuan followed all the way, and the young man went through storms and finally arrived at a place.

Outside the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum!

The Burial Emperor's Mausoleum of this era was very different from what Qin Xuan had remembered.

Some dangerous places no longer existed, but there were some dangerous places that he had never seen before.

Qin Xuan saw with his own eyes that the young man went through disasters, but in the end, he could not enter and was seriously injured when he left the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum.

The young man stayed outside the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum for a long time, his pupils were dull, but he looked in the direction of the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum, stood in the wind and rain for seven days, and finally left sadly.

The meaning of this word was dispersed again, and Qin Xuan looked at the third word.

The third word, the edge of the wind and cloud, is already in the towering holy palace.

The young man has become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, as if looking down on the immortal land.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the Holy Palace, stepped on the nine-colored phoenix, and went to the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum.

Qin Xuan seemed to be the same as the middle-aged man at this moment, galloping at full speed, rotating day and night, and finally arrived at the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum again.

Still so quiet, the middle-aged man looked at the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum for a long time, and finally stepped into it.

He fought strangely with the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum and fought for his life with the danger of the Fallen Saint.

Finally, he walked to the depths of the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum, a blood-red plain, broken mountains and rocks, more like a mausoleum.

The middle-aged man looked at this place, and in front of him, there were several figures standing there quietly.

As if they noticed the middle-aged man coming, the faces of those figures were chaotic and blurred.

A total of nine people stood on this blood-red plain.

They seemed to be talking and talking about something.

However, the nine people did not walk around randomly, but seemed to be waiting for something in this blood-red land.

As time went by, the scenes in Qin Xuan's eyes changed, as if they were a scroll, passing by one after another in front of Qin Xuan's eyes.

Until, the nine figures had turned into seventeen figures.

And in the bloody plain, a figure finally emerged.

A woman, with a graceful figure, walked quietly from a distance.

The woman's face was pure, and there was a childlike smile at the corner of her mouth.

There was a cluster of ice-blue ghost fire between her eyebrows, which seemed like an immortal light in the darkness in this mausoleum.

She smiled and looked at the seventeen people.

The seventeen people were all shocked, even if there was no sound, Qin Xuan seemed to be able to feel the excitement of the seventeen people.

A woman, seventeen beings who should look down on others in the immortal land, met in the depths of the Buried Emperor's Mausoleum.

The picture, at this moment, seemed to be frozen.

As this scene faded, Qin Xuan felt a little complicated.

That woman must be the woman on the Nine-Colored Emperor Lotus that he had seen before.

These seventeen people should be the beheaded saints that were heard by many saints and emperors in the fairy world.

The middle-aged man should be the headless saint who could not recover from congenital blindness even after becoming a saint.

After regaining consciousness, Qin Xuan turned around and took a look at the headless saint.

"Then why were the seventeen saints beheaded!"

"Why did the Northern Territory Emperor come to kill him!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly. History was like a mist, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Unless you were really in that period, who could know the right and wrong, the truth and falsehood of that period of time.

There were too many legends in the Burial Emperor Mausoleum, but how were they spread and where did the legends come from? How many people in the fairy world could know! ?

Qin Xuan's consciousness fell on the fourth word. In this word, the middle-aged saint had returned to the fairyland, but every once in a while, he would kill in the Burial Emperor Mausoleum.

Although he was blind, he was willing to pick the Emperor Dust for the woman, and to take the Holy Flower for the woman.

He was even more willing to ask the one who even he had to bow down to paint a picture of this world for the woman.

Every time, even if he was seriously injured, the smile on the face of the middle-aged saint only bloomed when he saw the woman.

Just like the shy and embarrassed boy by the stream in the past.

Qin Xuan gradually walked out of the fourth word, and his eyes moved again, entering the fifth word.

The fifth word seemed to be in the fairyland.

And around this fairyland, it was the woman, who finally walked out of the Emperor Burial Mausoleum after many years.

Seventeen saints surrounded this woman.

There were laughter all the way, and they walked in this fairyland with this woman.

Qin Xuan regained consciousness, but he seemed to have predicted something in his heart.

The sixth word!

Entering it, although silent, it was a world-shattering event.

Deep in the tomb of the emperor, the bloody plain seemed to be broken. Above the sky, there seemed to be a peerless figure, looking down on the world. His palm was like a mountain. With just a slight flick of his sleeve, the earth was broken.

Under this figure, there were seventeen figures who were seriously injured and almost covered in blood.

They looked at the figure with shock and anger in their eyes.There was fear, there was terror...

But, he never had the intention to retreat.

And the figure of the woman never appeared again.

This was a great battle, and Qin Xuan could not even watch it from a close distance, being pulled seven million miles away by the mysterious power.

He could only see that the world had collapsed, the thunder in the distance intertwined, and the divine rays of light penetrated for countless feet, and there were chains, like the chains of heaven and order, running through the world.

A trace of regret flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make seventeen saints unable to fight.

The emperor in the North Territory?

Perhaps, in this era, the North Territory of the Immortal Realm is not called the North Territory.

But the emperor is the emperor after all, how can he be compared with the saints.

The mysterious power finally dissipated, and Qin Xuan walked towards the broken world, wanting to see how the battle went.

However, Qin Xuan could only barely get close, but it was always difficult to really get close.

Until the picture almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures.

The vague, blurred, yet dilapidated body still stood between heaven and earth, never retreating a single step.

The seventeen figures, the seventeen saints, seemed to be proving the truth with their own bodies!

The picture disappeared, and Qin Xuan's eyes fell on the last word.

"Seventeen saints, no matter how strong they are, can hardly shake the emperor."

"That woman should be in this God and Demon Mine!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly, looking at the last word.

The seventh word!

Qin Xuan only saw one picture when he entered this word.

The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, blood flowed like a river, and the entire fairyland was not intact.

This scene made Qin Xuan's pupils condense slightly.

He had seen it before, and even experienced it personally.

At the end of the era, the fairyland had a catastrophe.

What he saw was just a small inch of land in this vast fairyland, but it was extremely tragic.

The corpses were scattered all over the ground, and it was a river of blood, like a hell.

At this moment, a ray of light penetrated the entire bloody sky.

Qin Xuan looked into the distance, which was the direction of the Emperor's Burial Mausoleum.

A woman, her body hidden in the endless chaos, walked out of the Emperor's Burial Mausoleum, and only her graceful figure could be barely seen.

Behind her, there were seventeen figures.

Seventeen headless saints!