Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Taidao Holy Mountain, Hundred Saints Conference.

A vast sword light tore the world apart, and a huge space crack appeared between the world. Several peaks were destroyed by this sword.

Among the peaks, a figure stood with his hands behind his back holding a sword.

This was a silver-haired man, wearing seven-colored wings, and there were mysterious divine patterns on both sides of his forehead.

An ancient creature, a sword-born clan, an invincible person in the sixth realm of Hunyuan, Guijian Xianzun.

In front of this person was a contemporary existence in the sixth realm of Hunyuan, the seventh largest saint clan in the southern region, the eldest son of the Mo family, the son of the saint, Mo Baifan.

In his hands, there were two great saintly weapons, a big seal, and a flag.

The big seal was like a mountain. Under this sword, it retreated several steps. In the roar, Mo Baifan shook the flag in his hand, and a green wind like a dragon swept towards Guijian Xianzun.

The holy weapon in the hands of Guijian Immortal Venerable trembled slightly, and a sword beam formed a domain, submerging the Green Wind Dragon.

Boom boom boom...

The surrounding world collapsed again, in the confrontation between the two great geniuses.

"Guijian, you are too presumptuous. You dare to do this in such a grand event. Are you really not afraid that we will unite in this era to bury you?"

There was a hint of anger in Mo Baifan's voice, sweeping across the world.

"Unite? With you?"

Guijian stood with the sword in his hand, looking at Mo Baifan quietly, "I'm afraid it's not enough. You should defeat me first!"

After the voice fell, the two powerful men, who were almost comparable to the top existences in the Southern Region today, attacked each other again.

Not only in this place, but also in other places, there were eleven ancient creatures holding semi-emperor weapons and holy weapons, fighting and killing many great geniuses of the time.

The Hundred Saints Conference has come to an end. No one had expected that when the leader of the Hundred Saints Conference was about to be decided, eleven ancient creatures came together. Each of them was in the sixth level of Hunyuan. They joined forces and attacked in an instant, and killed the Xuanji Emperor who won the first place in the Hundred Saints Conference and wanted to command the Southern Region's Tianjiao.

With just one blow, the Xuanji Emperor fell, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.

It was too unexpected. These eleven people were extremely powerful. Nine of them were well-known in the Southern Region. Two of them were unknown, but their strength was no weaker than the others.

Eleven people came here in person to face the hundreds of thousands of contemporary Tianjiao present.

The entire Taidao Holy Mountain seemed to have turned into a battlefield. Many contemporary Tianjiao joined forces to fight against the eleven ancient creatures.

Above the sky, there were immortal methods like a torrent, rosy clouds shining on the world, and even more terrifying aftermath, which destroyed the peaks, split the space of heaven and earth, and penetrated into the void.

The previous grand event has now turned into a war.

In this terrifying battlefield, a white-clothed man walked towards the Taidao Holy Mountain as if strolling in the garden.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. The sky and the earth were collapsing around him, and there were even space cracks spreading, but for him, it seemed that he didn't care at all.

Boom!

There was an aftermath rushing straight at Qin Xuan. An ordinary golden immortal would be destroyed in an instant by this aftermath.

Qin Xuan didn't even look at it. There was a light blue immortal energy condensing around him. The aftermath fell and fell on this immortal energy, like a mayfly shaking a tree. The surrounding earth was broken and pierced, but Qin Xuan was safe and sound, without any damage.

"Hongyi, she must be impatient!"

"She's been away for several months, and she should like all the delicious food!"

The roar continued, Qin Xuan opened his thin lips slightly, and said to himself, and then the voice was drowned in the aftermath of the surrounding world.

Deep in the Taidao Holy Mountain, in the Medicine Peak, the minds of the five great immortals were all in the outside world, where the eleven ancient creatures were fighting with the contemporary Southern Region Tianjiao.

Their faces were extremely ugly, and the death of Emperor Xuanji almost made this Hundred Saints Conference almost burn down.

Moreover, these eleven great creatures, only eleven people, were evenly matched with hundreds of thousands of contemporary Tianjiao.

Even if these hundreds of thousands of Tianjiao, Daluo, and even the first to third realms of Hunyuan were all deployed around and did not participate in the battle, this was still terrifying enough, almost bringing shame to the contemporary world.

If the news of this battle spreads, the morale of the Southern Region will be greatly damaged, and those ancient creatures, who finally united under the command of the Hundred Saints of the Southern Region and have been quiet for decades, are afraid that they will become arrogant again.

If the ancients are arrogant, the present will suffer, which is unacceptable to every genius in the Southern Region.

You must know that the saints, saints, and emperors all went to the forbidden area and left the future to them. Almost every one of them was given high hopes to compete with the ancient creatures. If so, the Southern Region will be suppressed, and the entire Southern Region will become a laughing stock in the fairy world.

"These guys are so shrewd. They knew about the Hundred Saints Conference a long time ago. No wonder the ancient creatures have been so quiet in the past year. It turns out that this is the reason!"

"This battle, even if those ancient creaturesThe creatures were defeated, and the morale of the Southern Region would also be low. In the gathering of hundreds of thousands of geniuses, these eleven ancient creatures could still kill people as easily as taking things from their pockets. The Southern Region would lose all its face. "

The old man in the Medicine Peak clenched his fists with hatred and looked at the picture.

He was ready to move, but he knew that the Medicine Peak was the top priority of the Taidao Holy Mountain and he could not leave.

And at the highest point of the Medicine Peak, in a square pool.

At the edge of the square pool, a man was quietly looking at the picture.

Don't look at his appearance as a young man, in fact, he is the oldest immortal in the Taidao Holy Mountain.

Not only that, this person's strength is unpredictable to the extreme. In the Southern Region, except for some saints and old immortals, I am afraid that few people know his name.

Half-saint, Wang Shahe!

"Little guy, it is inevitable that you are a little immature!" Wang Shahe murmured softly, "This humiliation can be regarded as a lesson for the Southern Region! Each of the ancient creatures has a profound background and extraordinary strength. They are not beings that can be manipulated by you. "

"This is a war, not a joke. Even a saint is just a part of this war!"

"No matter how powerful a person is, he will seem so weak in this situation! "

He shook his head slightly. These young people in the Southern Region have been under the command of the saints for too long. They have always been high and mighty in the Southern Region, looking down on all living beings.

Who knows that in today's chaotic world, they are just one of the living beings. How can they be so arrogant?

Losing the sharpness is not a bad thing. This dispute between the ancient times and the present is not a battle that can be settled in one or two years. It is from this moment to before the catastrophe begins.

Now they are below the saints, and one day, they will probably be above the saints.

In his thoughts, Wang Shahe did not notice that behind him, at the edge of the pool, there was a cautious figure, shuttling underground, and unknowingly, he had swam into this pool.

All around, those layers of holy prohibitions were shuttled bit by bit under this red-clothed figure.

Like a fish that slipped through the net!