Rebirth of the Urban Madman

When Qin Xuan was in seclusion, the fairy world also changed.

In the calm, the sound of thunder rolled continuously.

In the past, the Tianjiu Holy Pass was bustling with people, but now it was silent and there were few people.

This holy pass seemed to be empty.

In the Central Region, a direct descendant of a saint was born, and a turbulent wave was set off in this fairyland.

In the Northern Region, many saints’ disciples have many geniuses.

Someone walked out of the holy gate and defeated many peers in the Northern Region along the way, and his reputation was greatly shaken.

In the Southern Region, in a vast Buddhist temple.

A figure walked out of the temple gate.

In his eyebrows, there was no Buddha’s mercy, only the intention of fighting. He was in the seventh heaven of the True Immortal and wanted to go south.

In the Western Region, a figure stepped on the corpses of immortals, wiped the blood on his face, and his beautiful face was full of murderous aura.

In the Southern Region, a man was carrying a spear on his back. He killed enemies with three spears, knocked on the second heaven, and killed the fourth heaven immortal.

On his waist, there was a seal with the word "天".

In the Central Region, a blue bull was covered with scars, licking in the immortal forbidden area, with a gloomy and tired look in his eyes.

In the tomb of the emperor, an old man stood there quietly.

Next to him, there was a being shrouded in endless terrifying immortal energy.

The appearance of a saint cannot be directly seen, but this figure, the immortal energy annihilates everything, even saints, cannot be directly seen.

"Forty-three years, this place is handed over to you!"

The faint words sounded from the voice full of immortal energy.

The old man with chaotic eyes stepped on the mountain and said slowly: "The descendants of the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum have been born. Before the catastrophe, there must be a prosperous era, with hundreds of races competing for supremacy, saints competing for the throne, and emperors competing for their lives."

"It's a pity, if it weren't for this position, how many people would know!?"

He put his hands behind his back and looked at the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum, the pieces of heaven and earth, and the creatures that had gradually awakened.

Suddenly, a terrifying breath rose.

It was a creature covered in emerald green, with a head like a dragon and a body like a tiger. The green light turned into a series of divine lights that soared into the sky.

"Some little guys can't bear it anymore!"

"The catastrophe is coming, and I have to do more."

The figure hidden in the fairy aura slowly said: "What a pity!"

He seemed to sigh lightly, with a touch of regret, as if he was regretting this old man, regretting this fairy world, and also seemed to be regretting the powerful creature that awakened from the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum.

Then, the figure hidden in the immortal essence stretched out his hand slightly.

What kind of hand is this? The skin is pale yellow, the blood is like a dragon, and in the palm lines, it seems to hide endless galaxies.

As the hand stretched out, a hundred-foot formation suddenly appeared above the powerful creature.

There are a hundred formations in this formation, and it is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Immediately, thunder erupted in the hundred hundred-foot formations.

In an instant, it swept across the thousands of miles of the Burial Emperor Mausoleum. The dark thunder almost annihilated everything and annihilated the powerful creature in it.

Boom!

In the depths of the Burial Emperor Mausoleum, the earth trembled, the world was about to collapse, and a breath seemed to rush in.

Each breath of this kind was enough to cover the world, and each breath seemed to come out of the wilderness.

That kind of tyrannical breath, even a saint would tremble when looking at it.

Even this tyrannical aura has affected the heaven and earth. Thousands of miles away, a vast sword emerged, with a three-foot sharp edge, but it split the space of ten thousand feet, and wisps of chaotic air lingered in this sword.

There is another place, which is a tripod. Around this tripod, there is a power that is also the best in the fairy world, the power of Xuanhuang. A wisp of Xuanhuang air can suppress all things in the galaxy.

And around this tripod, there are more than a million Xuanhuang airs.

There is another place, which is a small seal. The whole body of the small seal is golden, and the space around it is like a mirror crack. The cracks spread in all directions for a full ten thousand miles.

This is just a breath into a strange phenomenon, evolving a kind of horror, representing a power that can look down on the fairyland, representing the power of a certain era in the ancient times.

Such strange phenomena are more than just these three places.

On the top of the towering mountains, the figure in the endless fairyland smiled gently.

"Why do you have to show off in front of this emperor!"

"Why don't you come out and fight me?"

After the voice fell, the black thunder not far away gradually dissipated, leaving only a huge pit of thousands of miles. The creatures in it had long been annihilated and turned into nothingness.

His words seemed to spread to the beings that awakened in the depths of the Buried Emperor's Mausoleum, and the power of many beings condensed without releasing.

"If you don't come out, then be quiet!"

"This emperor doesn't care about the catastrophe!"

His voice was like a breeze, making those auras dare to be angry but not dare to speak.

"Leave the rest to me!"

On the side, the old man with chaotic eyes said softly: "You have more important things than this. Say hello to everyone in the Xu family for me!"

"Tell them that the old guy is gone,No need to see you. "

After the voice fell, the existence in the immortal essence fell silent.

Then, the figure was slightly twisted by the void, and its figure, accompanied by endless immortal essence, disappeared in the tomb of the emperor.

Only a sigh slowly spread, and it lasted for a long time.

With the departure of this existence, the existences in the tomb of the emperor were ready to move, and some seemed to be about to come out.

"What! ?"

"You can't afford to offend the Xu family, so you think I'm easy to bully! ?"

"Tian Ling has been guarding the tomb for sixty years, one year less, all of which are serious offenses."

The chaotic eyes in the old man's eyes gradually became clear, and a touch of immortal essence emerged around him, and the towering mountain under his feet was shattered.

Boom boom boom...

The cracks spread one after another, and this mountain was ten thousand feet high, but it no longer existed at this moment.

"The lineage of Hunyuan Emperor Yue, the emperor of the human race who is about to decay, Xuanyuan Emperor Wu Wentian! "

"I am here to die. If anyone is willing, you can be buried with me in this world!"

Every word from this old man's mouth shattered the sky, spread throughout the tomb of the emperor, the forbidden mountains, and entered the ears of the auras.

In the endless immortal essence, this old man showed a faint smile.

In his eyes, it seemed that endless chaos was condensed.

Before, it was chaos that blinded his eyes, and now, it was the eyes that gathered the primordial chaos.

He looked at the tomb of the emperor quietly, and whispered: "There are still thirteen years, I don't know if I can hold on!"

"Golden Age! "

The old man stood quietly, as if he could see behind him the vast five regions of the fairyland, the young heroes, the talented people, showing off their youthful spirit and overwhelming the fairyland.

Just like the past years, he traveled alone through the five regions of the fairyland, defeating all kinds of geniuses.

After 300,000 years, he became a saint and emperor, and was given the name Xuanyuan.

"So many years, so long, but just a handful of yellow earth!"

"Young and romantic, high-spirited, a few past events."

"Just a smile!"

The old man smiled, "The rest of this fairyland, it's your turn! "

The faint words permeated the tomb of the emperor.

The terrifying auras were suppressed and held back. Outside the tomb, some descendants who were once peerless in a certain era, the descendants of those terrifying existences, had already walked out of it and entered the immortal land to fight for the holy position and the emperor of this life.

In the immortal world, some emperors seemed to have a sense of it.

There are thirteen years left, and the great scroll of prosperity will begin.

The saint fell, the emperor fell!

There is no peace in the immortal world.