Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In front of him, Fang Shengyuan's throat, like a jade throat, seemed to be rotten at this moment, and it kept spreading to his body.

Qin Xuan held the Wuling Holy Sword in his hand and stood quietly in this void.

The Changsheng Sword Art was created after he became a great emperor in his previous life.

The Qingdi Sword, whether it was Hunyuan Zhansheng or the Other Shore, were all created before he became an emperor.

Even the strongest sword of the Qingdi Sword, Zhandi, was much more immature compared to the Changsheng Sword Art.

The biggest difference between the Changsheng Sword and the Qingdi Sword is that the Changsheng Sword is completely based on the Nine Dao.

Each style contains one or several combinations of the Nine Dao power.

There is even a tenth Dao that few people know about...

Fang Shengyuan stared at Qin Xuan, his eyes were not panicked or frightened, his eyes were pale, but there was a kind of calmness that seemed to see through everything, and a little anger.

In this silence, Qin Xuan slowly drew out the Wuling Holy Sword in his hand, which turned into a tiny light and returned to his waist.

In an instant, the Chaos Wings behind Qin Xuan shook, and his body disappeared.

Fang Shengyuan was already sitting cross-legged in the void when the Wuling Holy Sword was drawn out.

She could see that Qin Xuan had already exhausted all his strength with that sword.

Even so, she still lost.

A saint who had entered the third level of sainthood was defeated by a living being in the third level of Hunyuan.

Humiliation, anger, unwillingness...

Fang Shengyuan's slightly pale eyes slowly closed, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Everything is external, not worth affecting the original heart.

This time, she lost, and next time, when she meets again, she will never show any mercy!

After about ten breaths, the void around Fang Shengyuan seemed to solidify, and even the two whirlpools above and below were no longer rotating.

Everything was silent, leaving only that figure walking here.

The incarnation of Emperor Xuantong looked at Fang Shengyuan quietly.

"Yuan'er, you are careless!"

The words were light, without much other emotions.

Fang Shengyuan sat cross-legged here, and there was still a terrifying cave in his throat, and the power of the nine paths continued to spread in it.

Even with Fang Shengyuan's third level of sainthood, it was not easy to fight against the sword energy and sword intent left in the Changsheng Sword Art.

Xuantong's palm moved slightly, and in his palm, it seemed like a living thing out of thin air.

It was a drop of blood, but it was as bright as a gem, and a stream of divine light bloomed, and there was red mist like clouds around.

As Xuantong's palm moved slightly, the drop of blood like a gem fell on Fang Shengyuan's brow.

At the moment it entered his brow, a loud bird cry resounded in the void.

Its cry alone caused ripples in the void, which continued to spread.

A faint phantom of a strange vision emerged from Fang Shengyuan's body.

This was a being like a phoenix, but with three heads and a pair of wings spread out. Each feather contained a terrifying power of the Dao.

A layer of red flames was burning at Fang Shengyuan's throat, causing the nine powers spreading in it to be burned and expelled in an instant.

That was the blood of the emperor, from the era where Fang Shengyuan lived, the three-headed red blood phoenix.

In that vision, the sword mark on Fang Shengyuan's throat was slowly healing and making up.

Emperor Xuantong retracted his gaze and wanted to go to the tomb of Emperor Xunyang.

"Father!"

Fang Shengyuan did not open his eyes, his lips slowly opened and closed, causing Emperor Xuantong to pause slightly.

"If you lose, you lose!"

"As the emperor, even if it is just a wisp of incarnation, it is too disgraceful for my father to bully a creature in the third level of Hunyuan."

Fang Shengyuan's voice slowly spread in the void, "This humiliation will be remembered by Yuan'er. I hope my father can give Yuan'er a chance!"

At this moment, her eyes slowly opened and closed a crack.

Boom!

The majestic Shengyuan slowly rose from her body, and the power of entering the third level of the saint swept across the void.

"This person, Yuan'er will personally deal with it!"

Emperor Xuantong glanced at Fang Shengyuan indifferently. He stopped for about ten breaths. Finally, his body was like dust and smoke, leaving only a wisp of silver hair, floating in front of Fang Shengyuan.

Fang Shengyuan frowned slightly, and finally, she put her hand in front of the silver hair, and the silver hair turned into a ring and fell on Fang Shengyuan's wrist.

Fang Shengyuan's eyes gradually closed again, swallowed a holy pill, and sat cross-legged to practice.

As for Qin Xuan, she was not in a hurry. The most important thing was that she had already noticed that the passage between the life and death space and the tomb of the emperor had been completely destroyed. It was not easy to find it.

But, that person of the time would come out sooner or later.

She didn't believe that this person could hide for a lifetime.

Qin Changqing!

Fang Shengyuan's mind flashed these three words, and the majestic power dissipated, leaving only a wisp of holy power that was as solid as substance.Yuan Chengyu, covering his body in it.

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In the Tomb of Emperor Xunyang, Qin Hongyi was full of anxiety. She looked at the broken bridge in front of her.

Until, Qin Xuan, dressed in white, walked out of it.

At some point, Qin Xuan had changed into new clothes, and the previous one had been broken.

"Brother Changqing!"

Qin Hongyi rushed to Qin Xuan. She felt Qin Xuan's weakness that he had never felt before.

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, "It's okay!"

He had swallowed some pills to restore the two immortal essences and immortal thoughts.

However, these restored immortal essences were also consumed when he destroyed the passage into the Tomb of Emperor Xunyang.

Qin Xuan's palm gently fell on Qin Hongyi's body, and his eyes looked into the distance calmly.

In the distance, a huge mausoleum appeared in the golden sky.

There were chains of gods, crisscrossing each other, and there was a demon dragon coiling around the tomb. A purple-black demon dragon of 90,000 feet coiled here.

It was formed by demonic energy and emperor Yuan, protecting this mausoleum.

In Qin Xuan's pupils, the Xunyang Tomb was reflected, but it could be seen that his heart was not here.

Although he used the Changsheng Sword Art, this sword was more than a billion times different from the one he used in his previous life.

In terms of power, the difference was more than that.

Fang Shengyuan's strength did not surprise him, but what surprised him was that he had encountered Fang Shengyuan when he was in the third realm of Hunyuan.

And Emperor Xuantong.

At the moment of destroying the passage, he felt the overwhelming emperor's power. Even if it was weak, it should be the incarnation, which was enough to make Qin Xuan's heart move slightly.

The emperor of the second imperial realm, even in this era, is considered a top existence.

Even in this era, the Great Emperor Taichu, who was named Emperor Li, was only in the third imperial realm.

Qin Xuan had a thought in his mind, and a sigh lingered in his heart.

"After all, it's too weak!"

On the side, Qin Hongyi pursed her lips, and she held Qin Xuan's hand tightly.

"Xun Yang, the disaster is here, so I will lend you a tomb!"

"One day..."

Qin Xuan murmured softly, "Return it double!"