Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In front of the God-killing Temple, Shi Ying and the old God Emperor were waiting respectfully in front, standing in front of the temple like a horse with a sword in hand.

The old God Emperor's face was a little nervous, and his body was trembling slightly.

If it weren't for the fierce reputation of the one behind him, who was now terrified in the land of God, he would never dare to appear so blatantly.

How many of the immortals of the insect-consuming insect who stood in the world openly could have a good end! ?

The stone infant at the side felt the fear of the old God Emperor and could not help but whispered: "Great Priest, the God-forsaken Clan has been hiding in the dark for too long."

"It's not a bad idea to see the light occasionally!"

"You don't want us to die silently in the dark!"

"Even if the blood flows like a river, even if we are lost in the years, one day, standing in this world, facing the sun and the moon, the bright universe, even if we are destroyed, it may not be so terrible!"

"What's more, my God-forsaken Clan may not die!"

The words of the stone infant made the old God Emperor fall into silence.

Behind him, the fairy sound that he didn't understand made him silent.

Suddenly, the old God Emperor exhaled a breath and smiled.

The pale body seemed to have taken off an endless burden.

"Perhaps, Shiying, you are right!"

"I am old, and I have been dormant in the darkness for too long."

He looked at the God-killing Ancestral Temple. Once upon a time, he was just like Shiying, ambitious after seeing the light.

But in the end, he was no more than that, just like today.

Bathed in the light, what he felt was the endless fear and deep cold.

Shiying was slightly startled. She looked deeply at the high priest and said no more.

...

Behind the two, Mo Xiang put his finger to his lips.

"The time difference between the two worlds?" She seemed confused, and then she squatted down. On her palm, the imperial power condensed and turned into ice branches.

A thin layer of frost also formed on the ground of this divine city.

Mo Xiang drew on the frost and muttered.

"The last time I came, Xiao Ningzi was only 281 years old, and he had not yet entered the realm of the emperor!"

"This time, Xiao Ningzi is 535 years old."

"The last time I came, Xiao Ningzi's grandfather was 300 years old!"

"The last time I came..."

After counting for a long time, Mo Xiang's forehead seemed to have faint veins protruding.

She crushed the ice branch, and cracks spread.

"Don't count it!"

She raised her head angrily and looked at Qin Xuan with anger, "I can't calculate it!"

Qin Xuan looked at the hooks and drawings in front of Mo Xiang, "It's not much different from my guess!"

Qin Xuan took a light breath and exhaled slowly.

The two worlds of immortals and gods are not the same as the relationship between immortals and mortals, nor are they the upper and lower worlds.

It's like two completely different worlds. For example, it's like two completely different water tanks, and time is the water in them rotating.

In a water tank, no matter how fast the water rotates, it will not affect the other water tank at all.

But if the two water tanks are broken and connected into a larger water tank, the rotation of the water flow inside will gradually become the same.

As the two worlds separate again, the flow of time in the two worlds will return to its original state.

No, there will naturally be some influences and perhaps some changes.

In the fairy world, the flow of time is extremely fast, so fast that from the beginning of the fairy world to now, only tens of thousands of years have passed in the God Realm.

An era is only a few hundred years for the God Realm.

The destruction of an era is not even as long as the life span of a God Emperor for the God Realm.

There are God Emperors who have even participated in more than one catastrophe. Looking back on the road to becoming a God Emperor, perhaps it is the vast immortal world, the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

"I haven't figured it out yet, what have you guessed!?"

Mo Xiang looked up and asked curiously.

Qin Xuan smiled silently, his eyes looked at the God Killing Ancestral Temple, and stepped slowly.

During the catastrophe, the time in the two worlds was the same, but after the catastrophe, the speed of time in the fairy world was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, or even a million or ten million times faster than that in the God Realm.

But even so, what?

The fairy world has a long history, but after all, generations of heroes have fallen and generations of creatures have been destroyed.

It's like a cage. Within a hundred years, if you have cultivated successfully, you can achieve immortality, which is considered eternal immortality.

But within hundreds of millions of years, trapped in a cage, there is only one way to die ahead, which is nothing but a tragedy.

Qin Xuan seemed to be above the two worlds, looking at the creatures in the two worlds... Some gods entered the king's land and found a way forward.

Some people, however, are forever trapped at the bottom of the well, unable to see the vastness of the world.

Moreover, they have to be slaughtered from time to time.

The smile on Qin Xuan's face suddenly became more intense and a little sad.

There has never been any fairness in this world.

He should have been used to it long ago, but theseIt was his turn to bear the brunt of the situation, and even if he was in a good mood, he would still feel angry.

A clear mind does not mean a calm heart.

"Mo Xiang, you don't have to return to the forbidden land in this era!"

Qin Xuan answered irrelevantly, "Wouldn't it be great to have an immortal city as your hometown?"

Mo Xiang jumped up from the ground, put his hands behind his back, and followed Qin Xuan, "Okay!"

"Do you really believe what I say?"

Mo Xiang laughed, and patted Qin Xuan on the shoulder, "You are the great Changsheng Emperor, you won't lie to me, right!"

"I believe you!"

Qin Xuan paused, and then stepped into the God-killing Ancestral Temple.

The God-killing Ancestral Temple has nine palaces and sixteen courtyards, most of which have been explored.

Like a locust passing through, everything that can be taken has been taken away.

"There is only one ancestral temple left, and there are a lot of gods gathered there!" Mo Xiang muttered, "Qin Xuan, you are a little late!"

"No problem!"

Qin Xuan took a step and went directly to the ancestral temple.

The gods around the ancestral temple had already received the news.

When they saw Qin Xuan coming, they all showed fear on their faces. Before the white clothes arrived, the gods had already retreated.

There were even gods of the giant gods, looking at Qin Xuan, not daring to approach.

There are still restrictions in this city of gods. If the gods of the giant gods want to enter it, they must condense their bodies, otherwise, touching the restrictions will lead to attacks.

Even so, these gods of the giant gods are thousands of feet high, almost as high as the God Killing Ancestral Temple.

Qin Xuan treated the gods as nothing and went to the God Killing Ancestral Temple.

Some gods wanted to speak, but in the end, they were afraid and silent.

Qin Xuan did just that, and walked to the door of the ancestral temple in front of many gods.

You can see that there is a ban shining in front of the ancestral temple, and there are some traces on it.

These gods have been trying to open the ancestral temple for a long time, but in the end, they all returned in vain.

Qin Xuan looked at the door of the ancestral temple, and in the eyes of many gods, his hands fell on the door of the temple.

"What does Changshengxian want to do!?"

"Is he trying to push open the door of the ancestral temple with both hands!?"

"Ridiculous, I want to see how this Changshengxian is so self-righteous and how he is hurt by the ban of the God-killing Ancestral Temple!"

"I thought this Changshengxian was also a great hero, but now, he is just like this. This kind of action is too presumptuous!"

As many gods whispered in their hearts, Qin Xuan's white sleeves shook slowly.

Changshengdili entered the door of the temple.

Boom!

The door of the main hall was roaring, and the brilliant white emperor's power entered the forbidden area, as if it was merging with it.

Qin Xuan exerted a little force, and the door of the ancestral hall that blocked many gods...

was suddenly opened!