Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the underground city, Qin Xuan was in a stone house.

In front of him, seven drops of ancestral blood were quietly arranged in a row.

The eyes of immortality seemed to be able to see everything. In Qin Xuan's eyes, the seven drops of ancestral blood seemed to be infinitely magnified, like a universe.

There were laws, divine power, and mysterious seven completely different star maps.

Each star map represented a great clan of gods.

Ordinary gods could transform and possess all kinds of incredible divine power after swallowing it.

But if Qin Xuan was right, he found a connection in these seven drops of blood.

Even if these seven drops of blood were mysterious and different, their essence was the same, all based on the blood of the immortal ancestor and derived from it.

The immortal ancestor was eight feet tall, with a graceful figure, green hair and blue eyes, and looked like a human.

The God Forsaken Clan is similar to this. Even the God Forsaken Clan's innate magical power can produce something in their body that is comparable to a divine weapon of the same realm, just like the black cloth that the Stone Infant encountered was not a divine weapon, but was produced from the Stone Infant's body.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven drops of ancestral blood. With his power, if he could fuse the connection of the seven drops of blood together, or even blend them into one, and slightly change them, he could turn them into a drop of ancestral blood that surpassed the God Forsaken Clan, or even the seven ancestral bloods.

This drop of ancestral blood can produce more powerful magical powers, and its bloodline is more similar to the Eternal Ancestor.

Qin Xuan was extremely bold, and he even used the ancestral blood left by the Eternal Ancestor to create an existence that surpassed the seven drops of ancestral blood.

Such an action is no less difficult than creating a new race like the Eternal Ancestor, and even more difficult than that.

However, Qin Xuan has his own sense of measure. His way of longevity has already surpassed the power of life, and there is a kind of suppression on the power of life.

If you ask who in the fairy world can do it, Qin Xuan can boast that no one else can do it except him.

Even if the Nine Ancestors are resurrected, they may not be able to do it.

In the stone house, Qin Xuan pinched the Emperor's Secret Art in his hand, and in this Emperor's Secret Art, there is the power of longevity spreading out from it.

This power of longevity, which is almost invisible to the naked eye, enters the seven drops of ancestral blood.

Qin Xuan's brows are almost locked tightly, and the pupil of longevity seems to be opened to the extreme at this moment.

In the pair of bright white pupils, there seems to be an endless vortex, and there are some shadows in it, as if Qin Xuan is trying and deducing again and again, and there are endless Tao rules changing in it.

Sometimes there are phantoms that are shattered, and sometimes there are phantoms that are reborn.

But the seven drops of ancestral blood have never changed in front of Qin Xuan.

This sign lasted for seven hours, until, seven hours later, the first drop of blood suddenly dispersed, as if it had completely dissipated and merged into the world.

In fact, this drop of blood turned into countless existences that were invisible to the naked eye, wrapped in Qin Xuan's longevity imperial power, independent between heaven and earth.

Then, the second drop of blood, the third drop of blood...

When the sixth drop of blood was dropped, Qin Xuan's eyes were already filled with imperial blood, and each drop of blood was extremely heavy, but it was constantly flowing.

After all seven drops of blood were dispersed, Qin Xuan suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already stained with imperial blood.

However, a crack suddenly appeared between Qin Xuan's eyebrows, and then a bright red imperial blood flew out from his forehead.

The eighth drop of blood!

I saw that Qin Xuan's drop of blood was quietly suspended in this stone house, and the seven drops of ancestral blood scattered in the world seemed to be attracted by this drop of blood, slowly gathering and merging into the drop of blood Qin Xuan sacrificed.

As the seven ancestral bloods entered, the drop of emperor blood also changed.

From blood red, it gradually turned into ink black, from ink black, it gradually turned into purple, ice blue, and bright white, and finally, from bright gold, it gathered into red emperor blood.

After doing all this, Qin Xuan suddenly reached out and took the drop of ancestral blood into his palm.

And from his mouth, a large mouthful of emperor blood spurted out.

The emperor blood entered the stone house, and in an instant, the entire stone house collapsed.

Qin Xuan's emperor blood condensed such energy that a mouthful of blood was enough to shake this underground city.

Outside the stone house, Mo Xiang and others were waiting. When they found such a strange phenomenon, they immediately shook off the rocks and saw Qin Xuan with bloodstained clothes.

Mo Xiang stretched out his hand and wanted to support Qin Xuan to ask.

When Mo Xiang's palm fell on Qin Xuan's arm, his face changed slightly.

Qin Xuan's body was like an immortal emperor. She used great strength but could not lift Qin Xuan up.

"It's okay, it's just too much consumption!"

Qin Xuan's voice was hoarse, and his blood-stained eyes slowly closed, "Let the emperor's power go, and I will rest for a while!"

After that, Qin Xuan dropped his hands on his knees without a sound.

Mo Xiang's pure eyes were solemn. She didn't know what Qin Xuan had done. Judging from the fact that Qin Xuan could escape from the Wuling Emperor, what Qin Xuan did was absolutely unbelievable.

SheHe immediately deployed the imperial power to isolate the stone infant and the high priest.

Qin Xuan recovered in it for fifteen hours before he walked out.

Mo Xiang, who had been guarding outside the imperial power, opened her eyes first. She looked at Qin Xuan and asked, "How is it?"

"Somewhat successful!" Qin Xuan said lightly, "It's just that the consumption is too great. After all, I am only in the second imperial realm, and my origin is inevitably exhausted!"

"Yes, you are only in the second imperial realm!" Mo Xiang nodded, and then she jumped up and looked at Qin Xuan, "You are only in the second imperial realm!?"

Raze Tianyu Divine City, fight against the eight great divine emperors, and slaughter the Giant God King City. Qin Xuan faced the fourth imperial realm. Even the Wuling Emperor, who was known as the first person of the eight great divine clans, could not wipe out Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan is only in the second imperial realm! ?

She is already in the third imperial realm!

Not to mention doing any of Qin Xuan's things, she didn't even dare to think about it.

But Mo Xiang changed his mind and said, "That's right. When the catastrophe came, you were only in the first emperor realm. It's only been more than ten years. It's already very fast!"

When she recalled what Qin Xuan did in the fairy world, even a fool like her would feel shocked. Suddenly, it disappeared, and it was very natural, as if it had never happened.

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and he looked at the stone infant and the high priest quietly.

"Gather the members of the God-forsaken Clan. I have prepared the ancestral blood, which can make the God-forsaken Clan flawless, and surpass the eight great clans!"

Qin Xuan's words startled the stone infant and the high priest.

The two looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything.

Naturally, they didn't dare to believe it and had some doubts.

Surpassing the eight great clans is not something that can be done by talking.

"Qin Xuan, what did you do to the Eternal Ancestor!?" Mo Xiang looked at Qin Xuan's palm with curiosity.

Qin Xuan knocked on Mo Xiang's head, "I didn't do anything to the Eternal Ancestor!"

"Oh, I mean you did something to her blood!"

Qin Xuan smiled softly, with a rare hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Eight bloods merged into one, creating just one drop of ancestral blood!"

"I think it will be very interesting to see the results!"

Mo Xiang tilted his head, "Eight bloods merged into one, isn't there seven drops of blood left by the Eternal Ancestor?"

Qin Xuan stepped forward, looking at the gathering of the God-forsaken Clan, and whispered, "My origin blood..."

"For the eighth drop of blood!"