Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan sat cross-legged in this world, with the immortal pill in his stomach, turning into immortal essence.

Even if the sky and the earth outside collapsed, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

All around, the holy essence was vast, and the supernatural power overwhelmed the world.

Qin Hongyi and Saint Tuomo were constantly fighting, and the half of the city that was originally left had already turned into nothingness.

A million miles in radius, all turned into a battlefield.

Those creatures who were lucky enough to survive in the city had already retreated and disappeared, looking at the existence of the confrontation in horror.

Saint Tuomo, a saint who had entered the first level of sainthood, a red-clothed girl they had never heard of, could actually fight him to a draw... No, she was still suppressing him.

Saint Tuomo was retreating, and his injuries kept appearing and aggravating during the fight with the red-clothed girl.

This battle lasted for almost three incense sticks.

A million miles of heaven and earth, a mess.

On the desert, huge pits seemed to melt and solidify into pits.

In this endless raging tide, it gradually returned to silence.

Qin Hongyi appeared in front of Qin Xuan, with faint blood on her hands.

Qin Xuan's eyes quietly opened, and his eyes quietly reflected the figure of Hongyi.

"Escaped?"

Qin Xuan slowly stood up, wearing a white dress that was whiter than snow.

Qin Hongyi pursed her lips and nodded gently. After all, she was a half-saint and had not yet become a saint.

Of course, she could suppress the Saint of Demon, but if the Saint of Demon wanted to escape, she could do nothing.

In these seventy-six years, she had not become a saint. One reason was that her perception was not enough, and the other was that she was accumulating foundation.

Every year, her strength was improving.

But, after all, there was a gap.

Qin Xuan smiled gently and wiped the blood off Qin Hongyi's face.

"Then just chase her!"

Behind him, the Wing of Chaos was shaking slowly. When the Wing of Chaos appeared, the broken world around him seemed to freeze.

The next moment, Qin Xuan's trace had disappeared.

...

In the Western Region, Saint Tomo was wearing ragged black clothes. There was a hideous blood hole on his shoulder. The blood and bones inside had disappeared. His right arm was hanging down weakly.

"Damn it!"

"How could this girl be so strong? When did such a monster appear in the Western Region!"

"Could it be that she came from another region?"

Saint Tomo's face was extremely ugly. As a former ancient prodigy, how could he be a weakling who entered the first level of sainthood two hundred years after being canonized as a saint and bound emperor?

He thought that no matter how strong Qin Hongyi was, she could only be on par with him at most.

Who would have thought that the final result would be like this, and he fled in embarrassment.

Saint Tuo Mo could no longer sense Qin Hongyi's whereabouts. Perhaps Qin Hongyi did not chase him, but he, who was always cautious, did not dare to be careless.

The remaining Saint Yuan in his body suddenly rose up, and his speed increased again, heading towards a place in the Western Region.

In the vast desert, there is a place with green mountains and green waters, full of vitality.

There are also birds and beasts looming in the mountains.

The gurgling water does not enter the desert, but rotates freely in this world.

Once upon a time, this was the second-class emperor of the Western Region, the territory of the Xiluan Tiandao Sect, and it was also a holy place that everyone in the Western Region yearned for.

But now, this place has completely changed its name.

Zhengu Mountain!

It gathers hundreds of thousands of ancient geniuses and twenty-one saints.

It is also one of the two major forces in the Western Region, almost recruiting most of the ancient geniuses in the Western Region.

At the foot of Zhengu Mountain, a man in a silver robe, with hands like eagle claws, four arms, and a pair of eyes like emerald gems, looked at the stream in front.

There were no fish or waves in the stream, only the stream, flowing as if still.

Suddenly, a faint ripple appeared on the stream, which made this creature stare.

On the stream, a world was reflected.

That was the constantly shuttling Saint Tomo, who was seriously injured.

"Tomo, injured!?"

He uttered strange syllables, which were not the words and characters of this era.

Immediately, he tapped his feet lightly, and his body disappeared in an instant.

Not only this saint, but about sixteen saints in Zhengu Mountain all looked in the direction where Saint Tomo came from.

They all knew where Saint Tuomo had gone. It was a secret place of a saint who had entered the third stage of sainthood, competing with the creatures of the time.

The saint's saintly essence and saintly way were consistent with Saint Tuomo.

"The Jiyuan Palace should have sent Saint Moshan!"

"Moshan is the first stage of sainthood, but he entered the first stage later than Tuomo. Tuomo should not have been seriously injured to this extent!"

"No, Tuomo's wounds don't look like the injuries of Moshan. Could it be that Jiyuan Palace sent a second saint?"

The green mountains are continuous, and there are different buildings in each place. Inside, terrifying beings open their eyes.

Every existence can coverSuppress the immortal land.

The saints under Emperor Fu are almost comparable to the emperors who have not been canonized.

Their status is transcendent and their strength is enough for all living beings to look up to.

About a hundred breaths later, Saint Tuo Mo finally appeared on Zhengu Mountain.

The sixteen saints had been waiting for a long time.

Saint Tuo Mo's face was ugly, and there was a bitter smile.

These guys are not so kind, most of them are laughing at him.

"Tomo, you lost to the Demon Mountain? You are the first level of becoming a saint, but you actually lost?" There was a silver giant python wearing a robe, with only its head exposed, and its mouth did not move, but a voice came out, which was the language of this era, but it was a little weird.

Tuo Mo fell slowly, and he shook his head and said, "I have not been defeated by Mo Shan. This time, I got two-thirds of the secret realm inheritance, and Mo Shan got one-third."

The saints' eyes narrowed slightly, and one of them spoke up, "You have not been defeated by Mo Shan, how can you be so embarrassed?"

"Did Jiyuan Palace do it?"

Tuo Mo's face was gloomy, and he did not answer directly.

After hesitating for about ten breaths, he spoke up, "I'm not sure if it's someone from Jiyuan Palace. It's a girl in red. I met her by accident after leaving the secret realm!"

"Girl in red!?" The saints looked at each other. Among the saints known in the Western Regions, there was no one who looked like a girl in red.

Tuo Mo continued to speak calmly, "That girl in red is only a half-saint!"

"What? Tuo Mo, are you talking nonsense? How can a half-saint hurt you like this!?"

"Yes, the gap between a half-saint and the first level of sainthood is so huge. Even if it was a sneak attack, it shouldn't be right, right?"

"Tuo Mo, are you kidding?"

All the saints sneered. How could a half-saint hurt Tuo Mo, who was at the first level of sainthood, to such an extent?

But soon, all the saints could no longer laugh.

They looked at Tuo Mo's gloomy expression, and their smiles gradually disappeared.

Tuo Mo would not joke about such things, which means that what Tuo Mo said was true.

He, a saint at the first level of sainthood, was defeated by a half-saint of the time.

"This girl calls herself Qin Hongyi. Do you know her?" Tuo Mo spoke slowly.

"In addition, there is a young man in white beside this person, and Qin Hongyi obeys his orders."

Qin Xuan flashed through his mind, and a chill rose in his eyes.

"Young man in white, girl in red, Qin Hongyi..."

The saints murmured softly, and then, the face of an ancient saint suddenly changed.

Before he could speak, the void shook behind the Saint Tuomo, and two figures slowly emerged.

Qin Xuan and Qin Hongyi appeared here, Qin Xuan looked at the seventeen saints, and his thin lips slightly opened.

"We are here!"

Western Region, Zhengu Mountain!