Rebirth of the Urban Madman

All living beings looked at the silver armor of the emperor from afar. Even if he was buried, he still looked proud.

Some saints' eyes moved slightly, including Tong Yuxian.

Emperor Yaotian, with a very good fate, was born with a strange phenomenon. When he was born, a Hunyuan Dao lotus blossomed. He was led by the Hunyuan Emperor Yue lineage and entered the Hunyuan Emperor Yue to practice Taoism.

Entered the fairyland at the age of five!

Became a knocker at the age of seven!

At the age of seventeen, he turned into a Daluo!

At the age of sixty-three, he entered Hunyuan.

At the age of seven hundred and sixty-eight, he became a saint by inheriting the heavenly way and was called the Saint Yaotian. He swept across the ten directions of the Central Region with one stick.

At the age of 133,752, the Hunyuan lotus blossomed, and he became an emperor alone. He was the third emperor of the Hunyuan lineage and looked proud.

For a lifetime of 970,000 years, until now, Emperor Yaotian has been on the top of this fairyland, watching the changes in the fairy world.

He also went from being the third emperor of the Hunyuan lineage to the first emperor, and was surpassed by the latter to become the second emperor.

Now, he is buried in the imperial mausoleum alone, fighting the former ancient emperor alone, and the former ancient emperor dies and is buried in the imperial mausoleum in the forbidden northern region.

With a stick across the sky, the imperial soldier rises from the imperial mausoleum, cuts off the nine holy gates of the sky, and turns into a nine-thousand-foot pillar of heaven, standing tall.

With a wisp of remaining thoughts, he sits and watches the immortal land.

All living beings look at that figure, sitting quietly.

Who still remembers that silver armor once dominated the eight directions.

Who has ever seen that the imperial soldier's stick once swept across the ten directions of the immortal world.

Who has seen with their own eyes that hunched body, buried alone in the imperial mausoleum, fighting the former ancient emperor alone.

Who else knows that there is an old man who goes against his instincts, violates his nature, pursues harm and avoids profit, and is willing to sacrifice his life to support the sky for future generations and the sentient beings in the fairy world to avoid being plundered.

On the 90,000-foot pillar of heaven, a ray of imperial thoughts in the distant sky quietly looked at the fairy world.

He seemed to see himself when he was young and traveled all over the world, laughing wildly and drinking immortal wine on the Hunyuan Emperor Mountain, singing and traveling all over the world.

The past scenes, one by one, passed by like clouds and smoke.

Those scrolls of pictures seemed to have gone with the battle and turned into dust.

"It's a pity that this emperor will not be able to see the day of breaking the catastrophe!"

A long sigh sounded from this 90,000-foot pillar of heaven.

He looked at the fairy world, as if he was looking through the North Region, through the Juexian Mountains, through the Central Region, overlooking the sentient beings in the fairy world.

"In prosperous times, hundreds of flowers bloom, and in troubled times, heroes emerge!"

"The rest of the world is left to you!"

The faint voice, like heavenly sound, and even more like the last sigh of an old man, fell into the ears of all living beings in the Northern Territory.

"But, please remember, even if the ancients are born, even if the catastrophe is imminent!"

"So what?"

"The destruction of the ancient era does not mean that this era will come to an end!"

"The ancient prodigies are invincible, but it does not mean that the prodigies of our world should be weaker than others!"

The voice of the distant sky became louder and louder, and it was like a warning, left to the living beings in the fairy world, and expected by the younger generation.

"Fathers teach their sons, and emperors teach the world!"

"Yaotian will fall, but the emperor's weapons still exist. I, an old man, will bury the emperor of the ancient times with my own life, and leave these emperor's weapons as a warning to this world!"

"Under our feet is our homeland, and the world is our hometown. How can we let others trample on it!"

"How can our world be weaker than the ancient times? How can our generation be weaker than others!"

The rumbling emperor's voice seemed to sweep into the ears of all living beings in the northern region.

At the edge of the imperial mausoleum, the saints could not help but have their blood boil slightly.

They looked at the figure on the 90,000-foot pillar of heaven, and looked at the silver-armored figure that still proudly towered over the world even after falling.

In the Central Region, the Great Emperor Yaotian of the Hunyuan lineage left the emperor's weapons at the Nine Holy Passes of Heaven.

A stick turned into a 90,000-foot pillar of heaven to teach the world. Our world is not weaker than the ancient times, and our generation is not weaker than others!

How arrogant!

Deep in the tomb of the emperor, a broken figure was fighting with a terrifying creature.

The emperor's voice penetrated his ears, and Xuanyuan turned his head slightly. He seemed to see Yaotian sitting cross-legged on the 90,000-foot pillar of heaven through the vast forbidden land of 100 billion miles.

"Yaotian, the emperor's soldier trained the world, your free and easy emperor stick is better called the training stick."

"Wait a moment, on the road of reincarnation, this emperor will stand shoulder to shoulder with you!"

A roar sounded, he looked at the huge creature in front of him, broke several heavenly chains, and roared continuously.

In his eyes, the vast imperial power emerged, and the next moment, he rushed straight to the great emperor creature to kill.

Only the killing intent was left, like splitting the sky and the earth.

Kill!

...

At the Tianjiu Saint Pass, Tong Yuxian looked up at the 90,000-foot pillar of heaven, and her thin lips were slightly raised.

Immediately, she stretched out her hand, and a guqin fell into her palm.

The strings are condensed by the power of heaven, and the body of the zither is taken from the bones of the great emperor in the seven forbidden areas.

It has been in the reincarnation for nine thousand years, it has been in the heavenly platform for nine thousand years, and it has been wandering in the world for nine thousand years.

The emperor's soldiers look at the ancient emperor's zither.

The emperor's zither emerges, and Ye Tong sits in a phoenix dress, stroking it with ten fingers.

A ray of zither sound, like moving the world, stirring the bloody sky.

The sound of the zither is not sad, but crisp and pleasant to the ears, like the roar of a waterfall, and vaguely into the thousands of troops.

It was as if endless weapons collided and clashed in the world.

The sound of the piano was like the words of the distant sky.

It attracted the attention of the saints, and even attracted the attention of many immortals.

Only the ancient creatures looked extremely ugly at this moment.

The emperor's teachings were enough to make them panic and even make them feel regretful.

This era was so terrifying that even if the emperor fell, the forbidden land would be sealed to prevent their ancestors from coming into the world.

There were also emperors who encouraged all living beings with their death and taught the world with their emperor's weapons.

At this moment, a cry of surprise rang out.

"Who is that? What is he going to do?"

In the eyes of everyone, there was a man in white clothes, flapping his wings under the pillar of heaven.

Immediately, the big wings vibrated, like a phoenix, soaring up to ninety thousand feet.

At some point, Qin Xuan had already annihilated the three great emperors, the invincible creatures of the ancient times.

He carried these three holy weapons, one half-emperor weapon, and in his right hand, there were a total of sixteen heads.

Hair tied to hair, head connected to head.

The man in white raised his head and climbed on the ninety thousand feet emperor weapon.

He quietly landed on the emperor weapon and looked at Yaotian.

It was as if the old man had come to see him in the emperor's tomb in the past.

Yaotian's eyes slowly moved and fell on Qin Xuan.

He smiled, but said nothing more.

Qin Xuan's thin lips were slightly raised, as if he was laughing.

He looked at Yaotian, who was experiencing the emperor's death and the collapse of the sky, as if the heaven and earth were crying.

"Why be sad?"

Qin Xuan spoke, his hair was gray, his white clothes were stained with golden blood, and he looked at the last wisp of Emperor Yaotian's regret.

"The world you expect, the prosperous world after the catastrophe, the day when all flowers bloom, will one day appear before this imperial weapon, or in the eyes of the younger generation holding this imperial weapon."

"Go with peace of mind, we will take on what you are carrying."

Qin Xuan shook the sixteen heads in his hand suddenly, hanging them high on this nine-thousand-foot pillar.

The sixteen heads were all invincible in the ancient times, and all were the blood of the emperor.

"Sacrifice these sixteen heads to this stick!"

"Respect..."

Qin Xuan turned slowly and looked at the sentient beings in Tianjiu Shengguan, all the ancient and contemporary creatures. His voice was plain, but it seemed to contain a monstrous momentum.

"In this world, the Central Region Hunyuan lineage, the emperor is far away!"

The faint words sounded, and in an instant, all the ancient creatures in Tianjiu Shengguan were stunned.

A kind of anger grew in their chests.

"How dare you!"

The roar made the ancients all furious, looking at the white-clothed man.

Qin Xuan faced the anger of millions of ancient prodigies, among whom there were countless ancient creatures in the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth realms of Hunyuan.

But he smiled lightly, as if he despised the ancients.

"Yaotian, I don't have much left, take a good look at this fairyland!"

"One day, it will definitely be better than the prosperous times I have seen!"

Qin Xuan's hair was wild and he and the Emperor Yaotian looked quietly at the vast world in the distance.

In the Tianjiu Saint Pass, the sound of the emperor's piano stopped, and his ten fingers were flat.

Tong Yuxian murmured softly, "The world still has the training stick, but the fairyland no longer has the training person!"

"Why be sad, this fairyland should be as you wish, and even better!"

Taichu Emperor Calendar, November 8, 774.

In the northern region of the fairyland, the emperor was buried and the sky collapsed.

The Nine Holy Passes of Heaven, the Emperor's soldiers train the world.

The Emperor's daughter Ye Tongyu plays the zither, while Qin Changqing in white clothes holds the head,

To commemorate the Emperor's death!