Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the past, in the previous life, Qin Xuan stood quietly.

He paid attention to the restaurant, wanting to see Hong Yi again.

In this life, he would never let Hong Yi die again, and it was impossible for him, Qin Changqing, a descendant of a saint, to escape.

For the rest of his life, Qin Xuan continued to refine holy medicines here, including the many complex powers he swallowed.

For seven years, the South Region was surging, and there were constant storms.

A former ancient prodigy, roaming the world, and proudly looking down on the South Region.

Or a contemporary genius, breaking through the Hunyuan, fighting against the former ancient prodigy, and becoming famous.

But in the battle of Qin Xuan in the past, the three words Qin Changqing gradually disappeared from the crowd.

In the courtyard of Luoyang Imperial City.

Qin Xuan swallowed pills one by one, and he still had twenty years of life left.

For seven years, he was practicing, practicing the Eternal Evergreen Art, the Evergreen Immortal Body, and the Heavenly Tribulation Bone.

Until he met the Red-clothed Man in his previous life, Qin Xuan opened his eyes.

He was still one step away from the eighth level of Daluo, and the Red-clothed Man had not yet arrived.

It seemed that these two things were beyond his expectations and did not satisfy him.

"Did the Red-clothed Man go somewhere else?"

"As expected, the ancient saints have not appeared before the Canonization of the Emperor, and the world has changed too much!"

Qin Xuan walked out of the courtyard and sighed softly.

It was too difficult for him to find someone in the vast Southern Region, even if he wanted to deduce, but the Red-clothed Man carried a part of the Great Emperor's soul, and it would be a mess for him to deduce.

"Forget it, there are only a few passages between the South Region and the Netherworld. I will go and look for them someday!"

Even so, Qin Xuan still made preparations. He entered a chamber of commerce in the Luoyang Imperial City and offered a reward of 100 million immortal coins for the whereabouts of the red-clothed man. Then, Qin Xuan sold the courtyard where he had lived for seven years and left the Luoyang Imperial City.

In the seven years, he spent about 16 billion on swallowing and refining elixirs. In addition to breaking through the realm of the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd, as well as the Heavenly Tribulation Bone and the Changqing Immortal Body, he spent about 26 billion, and still had 10 billion in his hands.

Qin Xuan bought some source liquid containing the energy of the Heavenly Dao for tempering, which was also a progress.

But the Changqing Immortal Body was not like this. The three major Yuanli he had previously controlled were all Saint Realm Yuanli. In the major chambers of commerce in the South Region, Saint Realm Yuanli was not unavailable, but in the current era of the Canonization of the Saint and the Emperor, the things of the Saint Dao were simply priceless.

Qin Xuan had seen a part of the Dragon Yuan Holy Power before, which was taken from a pure-blooded dragon vein creature who had entered the Sainthood. However, only three drops of it were worth 100 billion. Not to mention whether these three drops of Dragon Yuan Holy Power could allow him to refine the fourth Yuan Power and condense the immortal method, even these 100 billion were enough to make people look up to him.

According to this calculation, Qin Xuan must have at least 500 billion in assets, perhaps to be able to break through the realm of Changqing Immortal Body and transform into a six-method immortal body.

Even if he entered the eighth level of Daluo, or even the ninth level of Tianjue, if Changqing Immortal Body could not break through, he could not enter Hunyuan.

Qin Xuan left the Luoyang Imperial City and flew away with wings.

His purpose was very clear, to a dangerous place in the southern region, the Nine-Layer Mountain of Fallen Saint.

This place was 2.3 billion miles away from the Luoyang Imperial City. Even if Qin Xuan flew away with wings, it would take a month.

A person walked alone in the vast world.

Qin Xuan flew away with wings, flying through the sky.

His eyes were cold, as if nothing mattered to him.

The Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saints was a dangerous place that had existed since the beginning of this era.

There were many corpses of saints in it, who had fallen in the catastrophe during the dark and turbulent times at the beginning of the era.

There were evil spirits with holy essence, and some treasures left by saints.

Qin Xuan remembered that in his previous life, a genius had obtained a burial saint soul lotus from it. This immortal medicine had survived from the beginning of the era to the present. The most important thing was that this burial saint soul lotus was spiritual. Although its power was not as terrifying as that of a saint creature, its strength was at most comparable to that of a fifth or sixth realm Hunyuan Immortal Venerable, but the most important thing was that it was extremely cunning.

The Nine-Layered Mountain of Fallen Saints was already full of dangers. The burial saint soul lotus had gained intelligence 300 million years ago, and had been able to remain in it without anyone noticing, which showed its cunningness.

Even the genius in the previous life saw this Buried Saint Soul Lotus by chance, and finally gathered many geniuses of the same generation to capture it.

About a month later, Qin Xuan had arrived at the Nine-Layered Saint Falling Mountain.

All around, patches of gray clouds made the sky and the earth gradually dim.

In front of him, there was a vast mountain range.

The Nine-Layered Saint Falling Mountain was formed by the convergence of nine layers of mountains, and each layer of mountains was connected from beginning to end, with a total of nine layers, like a nine-layer giant pass.

In this era, this place was a big city guarded by a saint to counter the turbulent times. In the end, this place was breached, and the saints fell, and all living beings were buried here.

Qin Xuan looked at the distantThere was a hazy mountain range, as if it was the edge of hell.

He flapped his wings across the sky, swept through the clouds and rushed directly into it.

Not long after he rushed in, he saw a cloud in the outermost mountain range turned into a giant hand, and suddenly slapped Qin Xuan.

On the ground, a white bone creature, with a faint holy fire in his eyes, looked at Qin Xuan.

This white bone creature was three feet tall, with thick joints, and had the power to control the gray clouds around it.

Boom!

Qin Xuan shattered the gray fog hand with a palm.

Qin Xuan glanced at the white bone creature indifferently and continued to move forward.

The white bone creature seemed to be furious, as if roaring, but no sound came out.

Immediately, he strode towards Qin Xuan's figure.

Qin Xuan didn't care. The strength of this white-bone creature was at most the second level of Hunyuan. It would not be difficult for him to destroy it, and he didn't want to waste time.

Until Qin Xuan's figure disappeared in the eyes of this white-bone creature, the white-bone creature roared, and the gray fog rolled around it, bombarding in all directions, but it was still unwilling.

In the first mountain range, Qin Xuan finally landed at the foot of the mountain.

In front, the sky became darker and darker, and there was a faint strong aura of death and pressure from saints.

The higher you go, the more terrifying the pressure becomes, and the more dense the death aura becomes. If it were an ordinary immortal, you would have to use immortal essence to block it, otherwise the body would be eroded by this death aura, and the body would decay, or even be out of control.

Qin Xuan didn't care. His Changqing immortal body was so terrifying that his blood was as heavy as a stone, but he was not afraid of the erosion of ordinary death aura.

But in Qin Xuan's perception, there were some terrifying creatures on this first mountain, with faint semi-saint power.

These creatures have existed here for an unknown period of time. In addition, most of them are evolved from the dead energy of the saints who died here. They can master the holy essence, and their strength is so strong that even ordinary saints can compete with them.

Qin Xuan is now at the peak of the seventh level. He may still be able to compete with the fifth and sixth level Hunyuan Immortal Venerables. If he encounters a half-saint, it is inevitable that he will find it difficult to support.

Qin Xuan looked at the world in front of him indifferently, and then he walked slowly.

The nine layers of the mountain are like a pass. If a saint enters it carelessly, he will also fall.

This is a dangerous place, not a leisurely garden.