Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the Southern Region, Qin Xuan and Li Hongchen sat quietly on the top of the mountain.

The sky was like jade, and the sea of ​​clouds moved with the wind.

At a certain moment, suddenly, the clouds and fog dissipated, and above the sky, there was a sound of Taoism and a holy lotus blooming.

In the sky, a virtual image appeared faintly.

"The Nanjiang Holy Palace is open!"

"The Holy Palace is open, and the inheritance of the saints must be obtained by me!"

"I will fight for the road to sainthood in this era!"

At this moment, the geniuses of all living beings in the four directions and eight cities all looked up at the vast sky.

In the sky, a ray of Taoist light was like a rosy cloud. Indistinctly, on the sky, a virtual image of a holy palace appeared in the world.

One by one, the geniuses had already taken off into the sky. The ancients, the present, the Daluo, and the Hunyuan, at this moment, rushed to the sky like a rainstorm, quietly waiting for the opening of the Nanjiang Holy Palace.

The pride of the Southern Region, who knows how many, all gathered here.

Suddenly, among the dense crowd of immortals, a divine chariot, with a vast pressure, rushed into this place from a city.

"That is... the son of the North Sea!"

There was a cry of surprise, looking at the purple divine chariot, a figure, as if shrouded in clouds, standing above all living beings.

Many Tianjiao changed color, the son of the North Sea, the ancient Tianjiao, was an invincible person in the sixth realm of Hunyuan.

Such a Tianjiao, actually entered the Nanjiang Holy Palace! ?

"There is already a Hunyuan saint in the East Region, and the second saint in the fairy world should also be born!"

This person spoke lightly, and the voice spread in all directions.

But this sentence, like thunder, shocked all living beings.

Someone in the East Region has become a saint! ?

You know, before the canonization of the emperor, there was no saint in the fairy world, the emperor, and all living beings respected Hunyuan.

Could it be that in this short period of less than a year, someone in the East Region has become a saint! ?

Is it a contemporary genius or an ancient one! ?

In the midst of the shock of all living beings, the void was slightly twisted, and then there was a phoenix cry, and a woman walked out of the twisted space.

"Beiming, the inheritance of the saint of Nanjiang is my inheritance of the present, how can it be obtained by you, the ancient creatures!?"

A woman wearing a golden phoenix mask quietly looked at the man on the divine chariot.

This is another genius of the sixth level of Hunyuan, but not from the ancient times, but from the present.

In the South Region, the daughter of the Ten Directions Emperor appeared here.

She was one step away from becoming a saint, and came to this secret realm to find a chance to become a saint.

"The Emperor's daughter Hunfeng!"

"Oh my God, another invincible person of the sixth level of Hunyuan!"

"It's just a saint's inheritance, and even the descendants of the emperor have to fight for it?"

When the two appeared, the faces of many geniuses could not help but look extremely ugly.

The invincible person of the sixth realm of Hunyuan can even compete with saints, how can they compare?

Following closely, there is a third invincible person, but this person is not in the sixth realm of Hunyuan, but an invincible person of the fifth realm.

Boom! Boom!

He carried a big axe on his back and stepped forward. Every step seemed to rumble in the void.

Under his feet, the wind and clouds were like tides, sweeping in all directions. Many people retreated wherever he passed.

The pupils of some Tianjiao shrank suddenly, "The son of the Mantian Emperor! Before, one person swept away the existence of a saint's mansion!"

"Even the son of the Mantian Emperor appeared, damn it!"

The burly young man was like a dragon, with angry hair and shaking wildly.

He stood quietly in the air, standing with the Hunfeng Emperor's daughter and the Beiming Emperor's son, as if suppressing all living beings.

Above the sky, the strange vision of the saint's mansion that seemed to be between reality and illusion seemed to be more real.

There were also three peerless beings who could resist the saints, standing quietly in the sky.

On the top of the mountain, Li Hongchen was even more dumbfounded.

Whether it was the son of the Mantian Emperor or the daughter of the Hunfeng Emperor, in his eyes, they were almost high and mighty beings.

Even the many geniuses above the sky, he was not as good as them.

He glanced at Qin Xuan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The inheritance of the Nanjiang Saint was too difficult. Even such creatures were coveting it. How could he, a Daluo first-turn Golden Immortal, be qualified to get it! ?

I have to admit that Li Hongchen was moved by what Qin Xuan said before.

Who can ignore the inheritance of the saint?

But now...

Li Hongchen sighed, with a faint sense of loss.

Qin Xuan, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the spot, his eyes and eyebrows were not open, as if he didn't care about the existence of many geniuses above, including the three descendants of the emperor, who could compete with the saints.

Until an incense stick later, in the vision of the Holy Palace, a vast roar suddenly emerged.

It was as if some kind of huge door was opened, rumbling, and in the vision of the Holy Palace, the door of the palace was slowly opening.

From it, there was a tide of immortal spirit, sweeping the world.

When the door of the palace opened, Qin Xuan's eyes slowly opened below.

His black eyes were indifferent.Pupils, looking slightly at the Nanjiang Holy Palace.

Immediately, Qin Xuan's body shook, he grabbed Li Hongchen's shoulders, soared into the sky, and swept past all living beings.

"The Nanjiang Holy Palace is open!"

"Open this door completely, and you can enter!"

"But... don't move rashly, those three beings are above, who dares to enter first!?"

The Holy Palace was wide open, but no one dared to enter, and everyone's eyes were focused on the three descendants of the emperor.

Hunfeng, Beiming, and Mantian, the three great creatures, stood tall, like a mountain, pressing on many Tianjiao, making it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, Hunfeng couldn't help but let out a slight exclamation, she turned her eyes slightly and looked, her pupils shook slightly.

I saw that in the world, white clothes rose from the top of the mountain, like a ray of light, rushing straight to the Nanjiang Holy Palace. In just a dozen breaths, it had swept past all living beings and rushed to the Nanjiang Holy Palace.

"How dare you!"

In the eyes of Hunfeng, a faint pressure swept through. They had not entered yet, but a Daluo was fighting for it.

However, someone had already taken action. The emperor on Beiming had already pointed at Dapeng, and a purple magic peng spread its wings and flew towards the white-clothed man.

The Beiming emperor looked at Qin Xuan coldly, with indifference and contempt in his eyes.

At this moment, the power of heaven and earth rioted and gathered in the hands of the white-clothed man. Qin Xuan held the pale-faced Li Hongchen in one hand and put his fingers together to form a sword.

In an instant, the sword controlled the heaven and earth, and the sword swallowed the power of heaven and earth for a hundred feet, and turned into a sword light and swept out.

The sword came out, and Dapeng was split into two.

Qin Xuan glanced at the Beiming emperor with his indifferent pupils.

The next moment, Yuanyang appeared in his hand.

The emperor's angry Yuanyang blasted towards the Beiming emperor.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

"You are just a mere ant, dare you stop me, Qin Changqing!"

"Get lost!"

A voice of indifference sounded in the world.

In an instant, Yuan Yang swept across the world, submerging the Beiming Emperor's son.

Immediately, accompanied by a vast roar, Yuan Yang dissipated around the Beiming disciples' minds.

A slightly gloomy face looked at the white-clothed man who had already entered the Holy Palace.

"Qin Changqing!?"

"Qin Changqing!"

The three descendants of the emperors all spoke out.

"Northern Territory, the one who killed the saint!?" A faint brilliance flashed in Hunfeng's eyes, looking at the white-clothed man carrying the person and entering the gate of the Holy Palace.

The north and the south are separated, but there is finally a trace of news that has attracted the attention of the top people.

In the Northern Territory, the emperor was buried in the sky and collapsed, and the Daluo killed the saint!

Qin Changqing!