Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Just as the Purple Soul Emperor Blade was about to enter Qin Xuan's head, a long sword chant sounded faintly.

It was as if some kind of beast woke up from a deep sleep and let out a low roar.

Boom!

From behind Qin Xuan's head, a sword light of an inch hit the Purple Soul Emperor Blade.

The Time Blade rushed out from Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and the Longevity Emperor Tree were on both sides of this sword.

In an instant, the Purple Soul Emperor Blade was hit hard and flew backwards.

The Heavenly Corpse Saint appeared in the world, his face suddenly changed, faintly pale, and the blood color faded.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the holy thoughts were like being hammered, and his body trembled a little.

Qin Xuan held the Soulless Holy Sword and the Time Blade, hovering beside him.

"Does a saint who has entered the second stage of sainthood also want to attack from behind?"

Qin Xuan stared at the Saint of Heaven Corpse, paused for a word, and uttered the remaining four words, "A trifle!"

The Saint of Heaven Corpse has woken up from the influence of the Saint's thoughts, and his dragon and phoenix pupils stared at Qin Xuan.

All around, there was a void, as if there was endless darkness.

Qin Xuan held the Soulless Saint Sword, and the Wings of Chaos slowly vibrated. The sword in his hand swept a ripple in the world and disappeared completely.

"Exterminate the Death Domain!"

The holy sound seemed to resonate with the world, and it seemed to contain endless rage.

From the body of the Saint of Heaven Corpse, the majestic gray-black death energy seemed to surge out like a tide.

Within a few feet, in an instant, there was nothing else, leaving only the terrifying Saint Yuan death energy.

Not only that, this death energy turned into a vortex, and it was unknown where it led to.

Qin Xuan rushed directly into the dead air at this moment.

The next moment, the world changed, and the surrounding world turned into a dead air underworld.

Qin Xuan appeared here, overlooking this underworld.

The Heaven Corpse Saint stood proudly in it, looking at Qin Xuan with a mocking smile on his face.

"Ant, this time, I want to see if you can be arrogant again!"

There was a bit of pride in his eyes, and below, there were corpses of underworld bones.

Some corpses, as if they were in the abyss of thousands of feet, were rotten to the extreme, and they emitted an unpleasant smell, all containing immortal poison, which could corrode the body.

There were also some short bodies, but they were connected in a row, as if they were a tribe, all buried here.

The extinction dead area, the place where the Heaven Corpse Saint stored all the puppets created by his holy law.

There were tens of thousands of puppet creatures here.

Not only that, each puppet is extremely powerful, at least comparable to Hunyuan.

In the battle between the strong, a slight deviation can determine the outcome, not to mention that there are tens of thousands of immortals here.

The Heaven Corpse Saint was proud. What he was most proud of was not the holy magic, nor the ability to mobilize multiple holy energies.

What he was most proud of was his holy way. In his eyes, it was the holy way of the creator.

Reversing life and death, resurrecting from the dead, and piecing together corpses into new creatures, even the emperor could not do it easily.

"Ants, die!"

Accompanied by the roar of the Heaven Corpse Saint, in an instant, the tens of thousands of creatures, at this moment, rushed towards Qin Xuan like crazy.

At this moment, Qin Xuan smiled lightly.

"It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning!"

He closed his eyes slowly, and in an instant, the domain of time appeared around him, solidifying time and space. The immortal essence of Changsheng, the immortal essence of Emperor Yue, and the Qingdi Palace in his sea of ​​consciousness all dispersed out of his body at this moment.

Sitting cross-legged in it, the immortal thoughts and immortal essence gathered and turned into a wisp of incarnations beside him.

When Qin Xuan opened his eyes again, there were more than 47,000 incarnations around him.

Each incarnation was wearing Qingdi armor and holding the spiritless holy sword.

Every figure was exactly like him, Qin Changqing.

The expression of the Heavenly Corpse Saint froze at this moment, even he, at this moment, was like seeing a ghost.

"Using corpses as soldiers, this method is indeed good!" More than 47,000 incarnations, at this moment, have already faced the many corpse puppets, as if two armies, at this moment, collided with each other, this world, roared and shook, sword light, roar, magical powers, at this moment, constantly shining.

This world is almost broken, and cracks continue to emerge.

Only Qin Xuan, sitting cross-legged in it, "But you are not the only one in the world who practices this way. Compared with the millions of corpse spirits of Emperor Yuming..."

"You are too weak!"

The faint words fell into the ears of the Heavenly Corpse Saint, and his face became ferocious.

"What did you say!?"

What he was most proud of was this method. He was a sect, a clan, and an army. He once looked down on a region in his era.

But now, what he was proud of was belittled by Qin Xuan as worthless.

A mere Hunyuan, moreHe dared to say that he, a saint who had entered the second level of sainthood, was weak.

Qin Xuan didn't care. Even though the many corpse puppets were not weak, they were still insignificant compared to his incarnations.

It seemed that the two armies were fighting, but in fact, it was just a massacre.

In just a short period of a hundred breaths, only a hundred of Qin Xuan's incarnations died, and the land in this world was full of debris.

The Heavenly Corpse Saint looked at this scene, his whole body trembling, and his face was even purple.

Many incarnations returned to Qin Xuan's body, and he no longer needed to cut his hair to carry them.

He looked at the Heaven Corpse Saint indifferently, "You shouldn't be born at this moment. After being canonized as the Emperor of Binding, if you are honest and dutiful, you can survive in this era!"

"Unfortunately, you are too arrogant!"

"Underestimating her is also underestimating me!"

"Do you think your little tricks can hide from the eyes of heaven!?"

"Being canonized as the Emperor of Binding, the second level of entering the sainthood, is not enough to dominate this era!"

Qin Xuan slowly stood up, and he looked at the Heaven Corpse Saint indifferently, "At least, not enough in front of me, Qin Changqing!"

"Ant!"

At this moment, the Heaven Corpse Saint almost lost his saintly mentality.

His magical powers were broken, his holy weapons were blocked, and even his proud method was slaughtered by Qin Xuan into corpses on the ground at this moment.

He could not believe that there was such a monster in this era!

The creature in front of him was only in the third realm of Hunyuan!

Even the Qing Emperor of this era should not be so terrifying!

The third realm of Hunyuan actually made him, a saint who had just entered the second level of sainthood, helpless! ?

No...

The Heavenly Corpse Saint looked at the Wuling Saint Sword in Qin Xuan's hand slowly rising, and his face suddenly changed. At this moment, he actually felt the crisis of death.

In an instant, the Heavenly Corpse Saint realized something.

He entered the world to become an emperor, not to compete with a mere Hunyuan.

What does it matter if he wins or loses in a battle! ?

Immediately, a space crack appeared behind the Heavenly Corpse Saint, opening the passage between this world and the fairy world.

Qin Xuan looked at it and smiled softly.

There is a limit to Hunyuan killing saints after all.

Behind Qin Xuan, the Chaos Wings slowly vibrated. This sword was created by him when he entered the sainthood in his previous life.

At present, his immortal essence is close to the holy essence. After entering the third realm, he has surpassed the pseudo-holy holy essence and is moving towards the holy essence of the first level of entering the holy realm. Although it is a bit reluctant to move this sword, it should be able to exert one percent of its power.

"Qingdi Sword, the other shore!"

Qin Xuan slowly uttered five words, and in an instant, his body remained in the same place.

But in fact, Qin Xuan has already moved, and his speed is like time, no, even slightly beyond time.

The sword of this shore, my body has not moved, can I cut the flowers of the other shore!