Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In front of an ancient temple in the Western Regions.

A monk in white, dusty and barefoot, stood in front of the ancient temple.

"I am Douzhan, meeting the abbot!"

A loud voice sounded in front of the ancient temple and spread to the surroundings.

There was no joy or sadness in the eyes of the monk in white.

"I have always heard of your name. I think it should be approaching!"

"Donor, you have come all the way and worked hard. Why don't you take a rest before you start."

An old monk walked out of the door of the ancient temple and looked at the monk in white quietly.

The monk in white smiled gently, "The abbot is great, the world is in chaos, and I am moving forward all the way. If I don't move forward, I will retreat. How dare I rest!"

"I hope to use the five-foot golden hoop in my hand to travel 106 billion miles and experience 999 million calamities to become a saint!"

The old monk was slightly moved. In the end, he said nothing, and the Buddhist chanting filled the air.

The next moment, Buddha's light suddenly rose, and a Dharma image appeared in the sky, transforming into a giant Buddha.

There was a stick with a blade that reached the sky, as if it could break the sky and split the earth.

After a hundred breaths, the Buddha's light was broken, and the ancient temple was like being ravaged by a strong wind.

"Thank you, Master!"

The white-robed monk put away his magic, held the Buddha's salute, and then bowed.

After three full bows, the white-robed monk left.

After the white-robed monk left, the old monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Master!"

"How is the master's injury?"

Voices rang out from the ancient temple, and many Buddhist monks walked out of it and looked at the old monk.

The old monk waved his hand slightly and looked at the barefoot white-robed monk.

"One turn of Daluo, seventeen sticks defeated my three turns of Daluo!"

"A Buddha will appear in the Western Region!"

In the dust, the Fighting Buddha lowered his eyes slightly. There was no joy or sadness in his eyes. He was lonely and walked alone.

...

In the Southern Region, there was a divine car that could not be seen in the world. The light of the Hunyuan Immortal Weapon shone in all directions.

People from all directions were watching and looking at this divine car, they couldn't help but take a breath.

How noble are the people on the three Hunyuan white jade fairy unicorns pulling the car?

"We're here!"

A crisp voice sounded, and a woman on the divine car looked at the man with a gun.

"Brother Hao'er, why challenge? Why don't you follow me back to the clan? You can take all the treasures!"

The woman looked at the man's face with a little reluctance in her eyes.

"Yan'er, my father always said that the great way is to walk alone, and I owe you enough!"

"I can't owe you any more!"

Qin Hao spoke softly, he turned his head to look at the woman, and gently stroked her long black hair.

"Be good, I'll be back soon!"

In an instant, he stepped on his feet, like a dragon entering the city.

In the city, a figure had already soared into the air, using the world as a challenge.

"I have received the immortal friend's letter, but I never thought that the immortal friend would come so soon!"

A middle-aged man looked at Qin Hao who fell from the sky, his face full of solemnity.

"If you beat me by three moves, I will lose!"

Qin Hao walked out of the air, and a great momentum swept the entire city.

Around him, white dragons lingered around him, as many as nine, and five Yuanyang appeared around him, like a number of nine and five.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and his pupils were full of horror.

Immediately, he burst out with all his strength, and the momentum of the seventh revolution of Daluo swept across this world.

Qin Hao moved, without leaving any spare strength!

Boom boom boom...

In just a few breaths, a figure stood with a silver spear in his hand, and another spear was on this building.

On the wall of the building, there was a figure bathed in blood, with his shoulder pierced by a spear, golden blood overflowing, and his eyes were full of panic and fear.

"It's just the second move, I overestimated you!"

Qin Hao moved his palm, and the other golden spear was in his hand.

He put the two guns behind his back, stepped on his feet, and returned to the divine car.

"Brother Hao'er is awesome!"

The woman smiled and her eyes curved. Immediately, she directly reached out a divine chain in her hand. This divine chain emerged, and the world seemed to be a strange vision, and the creatures in the big city below were all panic.

That's the holy weapon!

The weapon of the saint!

The woman used the holy weapon chain to pull it into the void, "Go!"

"The 36th battle, not defeated!"

"I can already enter the third level of Daluo!"

Qin Hao murmured softly, he looked at the joyful woman beside him, but there was some anxiety and some worry in his eyes.

...

In the East Region, the sea was up and down, and there were turbulent waves.

In the surging sea water, there were two figures intertwined.

There was also golden blood slowly overflowing, falling into the sea water, and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

In the end, one person died, and the vitality gradually turned into nothingness.

A woman coughed up blood, looked at the corpse on the sea, and took away its storage treasure.

"Are all the ancient prodigies so terrifying? With the inheritance he left behind, he almost lost in the same realm!"

The woman's face was cold and her brows were furrowed, shuttling through the sea."That saint secret realm should be opened soon. Daluo is still weak after one turn!"

Soon, his figure sank into the sea.

...

Central Region, South Region, North Region, East Region, West Region.

If Qin Xuan could see the five regions at a glance, he would see some familiar figures.

Some people stepped into the immortal land beyond his expectation.

Some people were within his expectation.

Some people were acquainted with him in his previous life.

At this moment, in the Wanjie Saint Tower of the Guo family in the North Region.

Qin Xuan stood coldly on the stage. In front of him was an eight-turn Tianjiao of the Guo family.

Now, he was defeated by his sword with just one move.

"This battle, Qin Xuan wins!"

There was a hint of helplessness in Guo Weng's eyes, and the outcome of this battle was determined.

Soon, Qin Xuan returned to the room and waited for Guo Weng.

"Qin Xuan, you have won nine games. Next, it's the tenth game!"

"If you can win ten games, you can enter the final competition!"

Guo Weng looked at Qin Xuan. It was not surprising that the others lost to Qin Xuan after the battle with Tuta.

Tuta was a former ancient genius, and he was the ninth level of Heaven's Envy. Looking at the entire Great Wasteland State, there were only a few who could match him.

Even so, Qin Xuan's name has already shaken this competition.

In the battle of Hunyuan Order, he was the fourth level of Daluo, won consecutive battles, and won nine games without losing. It was simply unimaginable.

If Qin Xuan was the eighth level of Daluo, or even the ninth level of Heaven's Envy, it would not shock many geniuses.

But Qin Xuan was the fourth level of Daluo!

A fourth level of Daluo genius defeated a Daluo from the Great Wasteland State, as if he was invincible.

This is too terrifying, and too evil!

Each of the participants in the battle for the Primordial Order had emerged from countless billions of creatures in the Great Wasteland State over hundreds of thousands of years. Now, no one could challenge this fourth-turn Golden Immortal.

Among them were the Holy Ones and the former ancient prodigies.

Qin Xuan nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"

Then, he would choose his opponent again, win all ten battles, and enter the final competition.

"Wait!" Guo Weng suddenly spoke, stopping Qin Xuan's movements.