Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Avicita clan, Qin Xuan and Hongyi left.

Thirteen great immortals of this clan gathered at the highest place of this clan, Tianming Soul Tower.

"The prophet has left!"

Thirteen great saint clan immortals gathered together in Tianming Soul Tower.

The leader was an old man with a worn face and a strength that was close to that of a semi-saint.

"Prophet!"

The other immortals had a slightly complicated look on their faces.

They knew very well what this meant.

Decades ago, a young child climbed the cliff and joined their clan. This person claimed to come to save the clan and guide the way forward for their clan.

In fact, this was indeed the case.

Over the past few decades, under the guidance of this prophet, the Avicita clan has not weakened after the canonization of the emperor, but has become stronger. Many of the younger generations have frequently broken through and killed no less than a hundred former ancient prodigies who came to attack.

"I have sent a message to Tianyu Shura, Naihetian, Mingzhan... 21 tribes!" The half-saint of the Avicita tribe spoke slowly, looking at the remaining twelve people, "Within half a month, the strong men of the 21 tribes should gather in our tribe!"

"For decades, the prophet has preached, guided the maze, and blessed our 22 tribes. Even if he leaves, we should not forget each other."

The deep voice slowly permeated the Tianming Soul Tower.

The thirteen great immortals looked at the center they were surrounded by, a piece of thin paper, which had never been opened.

This was left by the prophet, who once said that it could only be opened on the day he left.

The thirteen great immortals looked at each other slowly, they still remembered what the prophet looked like when he came.

The four-foot-tall child looked at them.

"You said you know the past and the future, and can predict good and bad luck for our clan and repair the inheritance. Who are you?!"

The wind was raging, and dozens of powerful people in the Hunyuan realm surrounded the child, looking at the child who was tender, gentle, and smiling.

"Me!? Just a branch on the tree, a gravel in the mountain!"

They didn't understand what they said in the past, but until now, they finally understood.

The prophet who had been revered by them for decades, who predicted good and bad luck for this clan, resisted enemies, and even repaired the inheritance, was actually just a soul of another person.

When the child turned into a soul and returned to the white-clothed man's eyebrows, only the creatures of their clan knew how shocking it was.

Just one soul can do this, and bless the twenty-two underworld clans. Who is the man in white?

...

Ten days later, the twenty-two clans gathered together.

"Ta Xiaoluo, what did you say? Is it true that the prophet left?!"

A half-saint with six arms, bloodshot eyes, and a murderous aura was staring at the strong man of the Avicita tribe.

Not only him, but the remaining twenty-one underworld tribes were all solemn, with their eyes focused on the old man.

The old man was burly, but there were twenty-one half-saints staring at him.

"It's true, why should I deceive you!"

"The prophet has been very kind to all of our twenty-two tribes, and he can come and go freely, which is beyond the control of our tribe!"

Ta Xiaoluo's voice was heavy, and he looked at the people of the other twenty-one tribes.

Immediately, the piece of paper in his palm appeared in front of the strong men of the other tribes.

"Lord Prophet, you know the past and the future. This is what Lord Prophet left behind. You should all know it!"

"This piece of thin paper carries Lord Prophet's words to our twenty-two tribes."

"Today, we are all gathered here for this reason!"

Ta Xiaoluo suddenly condensed his hands. In his palms, there was not any kind of immortal art in the underworld, but a gray mark, exuding an immortal breath.

Immediately, this seal fell on the piece of paper.

In the eyes of many people, the piece of paper suddenly changed, the light was dazzling, and a child slowly walked out of it.

"Lord Prophet!"

Everyone present looked at the child with respect.

The child had a faint smile on his face, and he had never seen anyone present. His eyes were leisurely, and his thin lips opened slowly.

"Qingdi, Qin Changqing!"

Only five words came out of the child's mouth, neither hurried nor slow, but the twenty-two clans' strong men all looked up, their faces full of astonishment.

They looked at the figure that gradually disappeared in the world, and there was confusion in everyone's eyes.

It seemed that they didn't understand what Qingdi, Qin Changqing meant.

...

In the underworld, Qin Xuan shook his wings, holding the red clothes by the hand.

There was a faint smile on his lips, and he said to himself: "It's unnecessary to do this. In just a few decades, he can cultivate from one soul to Hunyuan, and even benefit the twenty-two clans. It's also within my expectations!"

"The sixth soul killed more than 70,000 ancient creatures to prevent the underworld from being slaughtered."

He looked at the world in the distance leisurely, "I don't know what the other five souls are."A general is not subject to the orders of the king when he is away from home. Even if he fails to act according to my thoughts, it is just within common sense." In the sea of ​​consciousness, the sixth soul snorted coldly, and he glared at the first soul fiercely, "Look at the good things you have done. You have already left him. Why don't you set up your own business!" The child smiled and said, "Set up your own business? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? You and I are him. If we become one with him, we will return to the Green Emperor sooner or later. If we set up our own business, you and I will be wandering souls who have lost three souls and six spirits." "Relying on the memory of the previous life, we can get to this point. If we set up our own business, even if he doesn't come to find us, you and I can't become a saint, let alone the emperor." The evil thoughts were full of hideousness, and he wanted to take action faintly, wishing to break that hateful smiling face. Before he could move, suddenly, the Green Emperor Palace in the sea of ​​consciousness shook slightly. "Damn it! "

The sixth soul roared, and then, three figures drove the Qingdi Palace and suppressed it.

Qin Xuan showed a faint smile, "It's really too foolish. I really don't want to admit this sixth soul. If it were his enemy, he would have directly suppressed it into nothingness!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the evil thoughts roared, but were suppressed under the Qingdi Palace, unable to move at all.

With three souls driving the Qingdi Palace, and Qin Xuan's restraint on the sixth soul, the sixth soul wanted to resist, but it was almost powerless.

At this moment, the five elements of the mysterious wings behind Qin Xuan shook slightly.

In front, endless winds swept heavily.

"Brother Changqing! "

Qin Hongyi looked ahead, his face suddenly turned pale.

I saw that in front of me, the sky was broken, and the earth was devastated.

There were also figures, extremely powerful, watching around. Some of these people contained the aura of the ancient forbidden, which was very weak, but still recognizable.

Some of them were the geniuses of some of the great clans in the underworld.

After ten days of traveling, Qin Xuan had already stepped into the depths of another domain.

And this place, in this domain, has been even more famous in recent decades.

The battlefield of the two emperors!