Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Seventh Uncle, this... is unlikely!?"

"The person who destroyed the immortal vein of Fenglei in the mortal world has only lived for less than a hundred years. If these two Qin Changqings are the same person, doesn't it mean that Qin Changqing, the immortal butcher, has ascended from the mortal world in just a hundred years, and is now famous in the southern region and bloodstained on the Holy Mountain of Taidao!" Qiu Yu couldn't believe it. This was too incredible.

The creatures in the immortal world often pass by in a thousand years. In a hundred years, he went from being a nameless person to the immortal butcher who now travels across the world and kills people everywhere.

Even if there is a heaven-defying adventure, even those legendary saints and emperors can't be like this.

What's more, this immortal butcher fought at the Holy Mountain of Taidao. Even if he was the son of a saint or the son of an emperor, he was nothing in front of him.

"The immortal world is vast, who can tell whether it is possible or not!"

Qiu Mengyun stood up slowly. Even he only had this guess. In his heart, how could he be willing to believe this fact?

A hundred years, the time is too short, so short that in the eyes of this Seventh Golden Immortal, it is just a blink of an eye.

"Yu'er, this is all my conjecture, but there must be a strong man behind Fengmo, the errand boy!"

"What I said to you today, you must not reveal a word to the outside world. The horror of the Immortal Killer lies in his lack of righteousness and evil. If the Immortal Killer comes in person because of a few rumors, my Qiu family may even be in danger of being wiped out."

Qiu Mengyun turned his head and looked at Qiu Yu, "Do you know!?"

Qiu Yu was still in shock, and he didn't come back to his senses until Qiu Mengyun finished speaking.

As if he suddenly realized it, Qiu Yu immediately restrained his expression, "Yu'er, follow the words of the Seventh Uncle!"

Life and death, the extinction of the clan, how serious is it, how dare he play it?

Even if Qiu Mengyun didn't say it, he would never say a word.

...

Qiu family, Fengmo took the elder's order and took over some miscellaneous matters.

Almost facing the outsiders of the Qiu family, the servants, the true immortals, and even the seven stewards with envy and hatred, Feng Mo just returned to his residence.

His residence was originally an inconspicuous small courtyard, not magnificent, and even a little shabby.

Feng Mo stood in the courtyard, but there was no joy in his eyes, but full of contemplation.

"Could it be that Chang Qing is here!?"

"No, if Chang Qing comes in person, the Qiu family and even the entire giant city will be shaken!"

"The Fenglei Immortal Sect was destroyed!? It was the master, but the master has left the South Region, it was Chang Qing..."

Feng Mo's eyes flickered, and there was a touch of confusion in his eyes.

Indistinctly, he seemed to have an intuition that he knew who destroyed Feng Lei, but he still had a trace of disbelief.

Feng Mo stood in the courtyard for a long time until he came to his senses and sighed.

Just as Feng Mo pushed the door and entered the house, his eyes suddenly focused.

In the wooden house, on the simple wooden couch, a jade mirror was quietly placed.

"Botong Mirror!"

Feng Mo walked over and picked up the Botong Mirror. He naturally knew that this mirror was unique to Botong Fairy City. However, it was an ornamental object, but it was very valuable.

"Did someone leave it here, or did someone deliberately give it to him?" Feng Mo muttered to himself. He looked at the Botong Mirror with some novelty. He knew it, but he had never owned it.

While fiddling with it, Feng Mo's hand had a touch of immortal energy, quietly entering the Botong realm.

In an instant, Feng Mo only felt the Botong Mirror in his hand shook, and then he seemed to be absorbed into it.

"What!?"

"No, the Botong Mirror is just an illusion, how can it take people in!"

Feng Mo was horrified, and when he calmed down, he was already in a vast world.

The sky was like a blank sheet of paper, and the earth was like a flat mirror.

In the vast world, there was only Feng Mo, who looked at the world in the mirror with a blank face, solemn and uneasy.

"Who is playing tricks!?"

Feng Mo shouted, and his voice spread faintly in all directions, gradually dissipating into nothingness.

At this moment, in this void, a golden light suddenly flew out, as if it appeared out of thin air, and even before Feng Mo could react, it directly passed over Feng Mo's head.

Buzz!

At this moment, Feng Mo felt that his head was about to split, and his ears were full of heavenly sounds and Taoist texts, as if hundreds of millions of monks were chattering in his ears.

Not only that, there were pieces of broken pictures in his mind.

Some people were wearing black armor and stepped on a standing corpse.

Some people were old and gradually turned into dust.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and Fengmo's hidden magic skills all burst out at this moment.

The terrifying immortal energy turned into a magic wind, sweeping in all directions.

It lasted for a whole stick of incense, and the magic wind subsided. Fengmo's clothes were torn, and his burly body was faintly covered with a layer of light black magic clothes, sitting cross-legged in the world inside the mirror.

At the center of his eyebrows, a faint purple-black gold pattern emerged, and a wisp of divine light fell from the gold pattern, lingering around Feng Mo.

Suddenly, Feng Mo's eyes opened and closed, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Half-Emperor inheritance, Changqing, it's you!"

Feng Mo sat cross-legged and landed on the ground. He looked at this world. At this moment, his previous doubts were almost solved.

"Yes, if it weren't for Changqing, who would help me, a rootless duckweed!"

Feng Mo shook his head and muttered to himself, looking at the world in the mirror.

At this time, in the world in the mirror, Qin Xuan, dressed in white, walked out slowly.

"Disciple Changqing..."

"Greetings to the Grandmaster!"

Qin Xuan slowly knelt on the ground and performed the Tianyun ceremony.

Although, in this mirror, it was only a trace of Qin Xuan's afterimage, his real body had already left Botong Immortal City.

Feng Mo looked at the white-robed man kneeling on the ground and saluting, as if he was just like the Tianyun Sect.

Unconsciously, a lot has changed.

Feng Mo sighed and was melancholy, and did not speak for a while, but Qin Xuan continued to speak calmly: "Because of the current fame of the disciple, there are many chaos. Meeting at this time will inevitably make it difficult for the master!"

"Now with this broad mirror, the inheritance of the half emperor and the chaotic blood demon emperor is left to the incarnation. I hope the master will be magnanimous if it is disrespectful."

"If the master is angry, Changqing will take the blame himself one day!"

Qin Xuan bowed his head. Although his voice was indifferent, every word was full of humility.

Once in the Northern Territory, Daluo killed the saint. How arrogant was he, Qin Changqing? Have you ever seen him bow his head a little?

Once in the Southern Region, on the Taidao Holy Mountain, Qin Xuan used his secret method, not hesitating to sacrifice his origin, and dyed the peaks with blood, and no one had ever made Qin Changqing retreat.

But now, a true immortal made this Northern Region Daluo Slayer, the Southern Region Immortal Slayer, extremely respectful.

Feng Mo looked at Qin Xuan and laughed dumbly. Although he didn't know much about Qin Xuan, he had heard of the name of Immortal Slayer.

"Stinky boy, just incarnate, Master knows you!"

Feng Mo raised his hand gently, and his palm fell on Qin Xuan's shoulder.

"What crime have you committed?"