Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the Holy Palace, Qin Xuan and Li Hongchen quietly landed in this mansion.

All around, the prohibitions exuded a faint aura of terror.

These were all holy prohibitions. If they were slightly touched, they would explode with thunder.

"Follow me!"

Qin Xuan spoke indifferently, but he seemed to be familiar with the road and walked along the white stone road in front. There were six forks on this road, and as far as the eye could see, there were more forks, but Qin Xuan did not hesitate at all and entered the second road on the left.

"Changqing, are you sure this road is right!?"

Li Hongchen's heart was slightly shocked, and the pressure from the prohibitions around him made him feel like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Qin Xuan said indifferently: "Hmm!"

He did not explain much and walked forward in this holy palace.

This holy palace has a total of 372 houses and 17 pavilions.

It is not easy to find a saint's inheritance from it. There are some treasures or some magic in each house or pavilion.

Similarly, there are also restrictions in front of each house and pavilion.

This is to understand the restrictions. Only by understanding the restrictions can you enter the house.

The Nanjiang Saint Mansion has been open for 72 hours. It is not easy for ordinary geniuses to understand a few of the restrictions.

Even for the existence of the Beiming Emperor, it is considered the ultimate to understand more than ten and enter more than ten houses.

What's more, the saint's inheritance may not be somewhere. It may be hidden in a grain of sand or a teacup...

Qin Xuan entered it in his previous life by chance and got some magic skills and insights.

At that time, he was only a Daluo turn, and he was not the one who gained the most in the Nanjiang Saint Mansion.

The person who gained the most was the daughter of the Hunfeng Emperor. She inherited the legacy of the Nanjiang Saint and had already realized the way of the Saint. She had been in seclusion for thirty-six years and became a Saint in one fell swoop, becoming a Saint in troubled times.

Qin Xuan and Li Hongchen walked along the winding path one after the other.

Behind them, there were faint figures entering the Nanjiang Saint Mansion. Looking at the many roads and large houses, they were a little confused.

Some creatures were decisive, such as the three great emperors. They chose the road directly and began to break the restrictions after watching for a long time.

About an incense stick later, Qin Xuan walked to the depths of the Saint Mansion. In front of him, there was a white stone path leading to a courtyard.

Qin Xuan walked to the end of the path and looked at the white stone path.

Immediately, he moved his immortal thoughts and entered the restriction.

Li Hongchen was a little confused behind Qin Xuan, but he still sat cross-legged in silence, waiting for Qin Xuan to break the restriction.

Before Li Hongchen sat down, Qin Xuan had already opened his eyes. In front of him, the restriction quietly broke.

"Let's go!"

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, causing Li Hongchen's half-sitting body to freeze.

"Is this restriction broken!?"

"Yeah!" Qin Xuan's pupils were indifferent. He had been here in his previous life, and the method of breaking the restriction was easy to grasp, so it was naturally not difficult.

Immediately, he pushed the door open and entered. In his eyes, the rich medicinal power came to him at this moment.

Qin Xuan looked at the spiritual medicines and the seven-colored fairy soil, and the Daluo Xuanlong gourd on his waist shook slightly.

"Bixi, collect the medicine!"

He spoke indifferently, and saw the Daluo Xuanlong gourd suddenly enlarged, and the terrifying devouring power grew in the gourd mouth, collecting the immortal medicines into the Daluo Xuanlong gourd.

Faintly, there were immortal medicines that had become spirits and wanted to fight for them, but Qin Xuan directly used his immortal thoughts and destroyed their spirits without any mercy.

Most of these immortal medicines were Daluo and Hunyuan immortal medicines!

Soon, this immortal medicine, more than 300 plants, were all collected by the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd.

Qin Xuan did not let go of the seven-colored immortal soil underneath, and let Bixi swallow them all into the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd.

This seven-colored immortal soil was the most precious, and it was more precious than the more than 300 immortal medicines.

If the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd swallowed it, it could go one step further if it was refined.

It had already entered Hunyuan, and with this immortal soil, it might not be impossible to enter the second realm, which was also a big step forward.

In the courtyard, the entire medicine garden was almost exhausted, but Qin Xuan stepped directly and went to a small house next to the medicine garden.

The hut was mottled, revealing traces of time, and looked a little shabby.

Pushing the door and entering, the hut was also very simple, with wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden beds and murals.

Qin Xuan walked in and looked at this simple hut. If it were someone else, he would probably explore it and leave.

Qin Xuan walked to the wooden chair and sat down. He quietly looked at the dusty teapot and teacup on the table and the seven paintings on the wall.

These seven paintings seemed very ordinary, with young men riding swords and fast horses, traveling in the mountains.

There were women picking tea and laughing, in the sea of ​​tea.

There were also beautiful mountains and rivers, all captured in one painting.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven paintings indifferently. Finally, he stood up, took down the painting of the young man riding a sword and fast horses, and handed it toLi Hongchen.

"The inheritance of the Saint of Nanjiang is in this painting, so you should understand it!"

This sentence made Li Hongchen completely stunned.

"Ah!?"

Li Hongchen was a little confused. He felt that Qin Xuan was fooling him.

The inheritance of the Saint is hidden in this ordinary painting?

How is it possible!

"You can probe into it with your immortal thoughts and find a trace of holy essence, and you will naturally know it!"

Qin Xuan said lightly, "Hun Feng got the inheritance of the Saint from this room, so the inheritance of the Saint must be in this room!"

He quietly observed everything in this room. Only this painting was slightly different. The other six paintings were all written on immortal paper and immortal ink. Only this painting had the worst paper and ink. However, it could exist here for such a long time and remain immortal, unless it contained holy essence.

Li Hongchen stared at the painting in his hand in a daze. He probed into it with his immortal thoughts as Qin Xuan said.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and the painting in his hand gradually disintegrated into nothingness.

Finally, it turned into a sigh and entered Li Hongchen's brow.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent when he heard the sigh.

In his previous life, after he left the Nanjiang Saint Palace, he had looked up some information.

The Nanjiang Saint was just an ordinary woman in his youth. He had a childhood sweetheart, a boy who envied the vastness of the world, the power of the immortals, and the distance of the Tao.

One person, one sword, one horse, happy to walk alone in this southern region.

In the end, the boy died in the immortal road, and the Nanjiang Saint also embarked on the immortal road.

This time he stepped into it for hundreds of thousands of years.

Entering the fairyland, he destroyed the person who killed the boy in the past with one hand.

One person walked alone for a long time, became an immortal and a saint, and wanted to find the boy back.

What a pity!

The reincarnation is incomplete. In the end, the saint will never see the boy in the past again.

"People always believe in reincarnation, but if regrets can be easily made up, that would be a joke in this world!"

"Only when you know that reincarnation is hopeless and there is no turning back, you will realize how to cherish, but it is too late!"

Qin Xuan looked at the other six paintings quietly, "It's just ridiculous!"

He spoke indifferently and stopped talking, waiting for Li Hongchen to wake up.

Two hours later, Li Hongchen looked at Qin Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Can you inherit it!?"

"Yeah!" There was a trace of sadness in Li Hongchen's eyes, as if he was sad for the Nanjiang Saint and for himself.

He used to seal himself in the world of cultivation for millions of years. In the end, even if he found her, she was not her. She was so similar to the Nanjiang Saint.

"After leaving this secret realm, go find the stone spirit. You've already lost one!"

"Don't lose a second one, idiot. Doing it once is enough!"

Qin Xuan said coldly, "Go ahead. I'm still looking for a holy medicine in this secret realm. I hope we can live up to this inheritance when we meet again next time!"

After Qin Xuan spoke, he left indifferently and continued to walk deep into the Nanjiang Holy Palace.