Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The first white-clothed man perished, followed by the second and the third.

Qin Xuan mobilized 100,000 heavenly soldiers and transformed himself into 100,000, fighting against the endless creatures.

In the seventh hour, Qin Xuan transformed himself into 100,000, and the number of his avatars that perished reached thousands.

In the twelfth hour, more than 10,000 avatars perished.

In the twentieth hour, more than 50,000 avatars perished.

In the thirty-second hour, Qin Xuan's face turned pale, and his imperial thoughts were almost exhausted. He had to use the Changsheng Pojie Scroll to transform his imperial thoughts with imperial power to make up for the consumption.

There were only a few avatars left. If it weren't for the fact that the power of heaven and earth here was still strong, he would have exhausted all his strength.

He killed countless creatures, and the corpses piled up like mountains and corpses.

Millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions...

Even Qin Xuan didn't know how many creatures perished under his avatars.

In his eyes, every death of a living being was like the passing of wind and the flying of dust.

Three more hours passed, and the last incarnation was completely destroyed in this world.

The endless living beings climbed over the mountain of corpses and attacked Qin Xuan as before.

Qin Xuan was in the air, his face pale, but his eyes were still majestic, looking at the gathering of living beings.

When these living beings came under him, suddenly, a living being jumped up, and a weapon slashed at him.

This attack was not strong, it was just a full-strength attack of the Golden Immortal, and for Qin Changqing, it didn't even break his defense.

Qin Xuan's imperial power shook slightly, and the living being was shaken into a blood mist.

However, at this moment, below, the many living beings jumped towards Qin Xuan like locusts.

Each attack was not enough to hurt him. Qin Xuan didn't even make a move, and the imperial power was constantly shaking, shattering the bodies of these living beings and falling on the ground.

Qin Xuan's face did not show any relaxation.

Even if each of these creatures consumed one billionth of his imperial power, the endless accumulation of creatures would eventually exhaust his imperial power.

Qin Xuan seemed to have seen the result. Behind him, the golden imperial power seemed to turn into clouds and mist.

Boom!

The angry Changsheng suddenly rose up, and his ten arms were angry, shaking off the creatures that jumped around.

At the same time, a big bell appeared in Qin Xuan's palm.

Changsheng Burial God Bell!

Buzz buzz buzz...

The bell rang, resounding through the world, shaking off millions and tens of millions of creatures.

As the bell sound faded, the corpses of the creatures under Qin Xuan almost completely buried the earth.

At this moment, the Eternal Sword also fell into Qin Xuan's palm. He did not use his imperial power or the divine law of the Great Dao.

"Ants eat elephants, nothing more than this!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly, he looked at the endless stream of creatures, and the sword in his hand slowly came out.

The sword was as fast as a shadow, extremely fast, and in an instant, it cut off the heads of hundreds of creatures.

There was a faint light in Qin Xuan's eyes.

This sword was not fast enough!

He moved the sword again, and this sword seemed to be a little faster than the previous one.

He seemed to be practicing sword with these millions of creatures. In his mind, endless sword tactics, sword styles, and swordsmanship flashed in his mind.

One sword, another sword, Qin Xuan seemed to be tireless. From the beginning, he was concerned about the speed of the sword, strong power, and eye problems. In the end, he almost forgot these and fell into some kind of instinct.

After three and a half hours, Qin Xuan's physical strength was almost exhausted. Qin Xuan shook his wings and flew up. The imperial power turned into rolling essence and rushed into his body.

After about a hundred breaths, Qin Xuan fell from the air holding the sword, his body almost merged with the sword, every sword was almost extremely fast, every sword tore a figure's vitals, even, the power of heaven and earth gathered towards Qin Xuan.

It was as if the heaven and earth were helping him.

The sword seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, the wind seemed to protect its body speed, and the eyes seemed to judge the speed of the many creatures to mobilize.

That person, in this endless sea of ​​creatures, was slaughtering and killing, and also sharpening his swordsmanship, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth, and seemed to control the heaven and earth to help...

The Tomb of the Hundred Kings was 300,000 miles away from Qin Xuan.

Yun Li stood quietly in front of a sitting figure.

"The God King of the Silver Blood Clan, the Seventh Emperor Realm!"

Yun Li murmured softly, "Was it pierced through the heart by my sword? It's been too long, I forgot!"

She had a book and a pen in her hand, recording something.

Her figure flickered, and then she appeared in another place.

"The God King of the Celestial God Clan should be one of the three strongest among all the clans." She looked at a burly figure and saw the severed head, which fell into the distance like a piece of rubble. "Did I break the head?"

Yun Li sighed and wrote with a pen.

Her figure disappeared again, recording the reasons for the fall of each God King.

She appeared here before hundreds of God Kings, recording bit by bit.

Until the last God King, a man, stood in front of a palace, holding two halberds in his hands, his hair flying high, staring at the palace gate.

This God King was frozen in the eternal ice and completely fell here.

Yun Li appeared in front of this God King, and a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

"What a pity, you and I have the best relationship!"

Yun Li laughed in a low voice, "but I killed you with one finger."

She no longer had a pen in her hand, as if she had already memorized the way this God King died.

Yun Li looked at this God King quietly, she slowly turned around and glanced at the palace.

"You, shouldn't have come!"

Suddenly, Yun Li's words seemed to become indifferent.

"Knowing that you are going to die, why come again!?"

"He has never changed, let alone you!"

"Everyone is like this, do you have to die, die at my hands?"

Yun Li clenched her fists faintly, she stared at the towering palace, and after a long time, she sighed.

"Go see him!"

Yun Li stepped on the ground, and her figure disappeared.

About half an hour later, Yun Li's figure appeared a hundred miles away from Qin Xuan.

She looked at the endless sea of ​​living beings, and her face suddenly changed.

I saw a figure standing in blood, and under him was a mountain of corpses tens of thousands of feet high.

The white clothes were tattered, and the emperor's blood kept dripping, pouring on the mountain of corpses.

Around, the endless living beings were only a few thousand, no longer endless.

Yun Li's pupils were condensing, no one knew better than her what Qin Xuan was doing.

In the era of the Ten Thousand Races, 360 billion creatures formed an army and attacked the king's land. In this battlefield, she laid down the law of death and transformed the corpses from the outside world into the army of the dead.

The 360 ​​billion creatures were free and would only be attracted by vitality. As long as they were cut off from vitality, they would not attack even if they passed by each other.

She laid down this method just to cause some trouble for the God King who entered the Tomb of the Hundred Kings. She wanted to kill a God King with this method. Unless the God King was so stupid that he could not see through the fact that he could avoid fighting by cutting off vitality, he would be killed by the fallen soldiers of the Ten Thousand Races.

Now, she saw a figure who had killed a mountain of corpses tens of thousands of feet high in the Tomb of the Hundred Kings and killed hundreds of billions of creatures.

That person, kneeling on the mountain of corpses on the ground, leaning on a sword, still did not fall.

Suddenly, the last thousands of creatures jumped up, the cold light of the weapons, and slashed at the body.

Puff, puff, puff...

Sword shadows suddenly appeared, destroying the thousands of creatures and collecting the sword.

The sword was at his waist, but it did not turn into a small pendant.

Qin Xuan held the sword and lowered his head. He stood quietly, and the surrounding world was terribly silent.

"Changqing!"

Yun Li came to his senses and stepped forward to appear beside Qin Xuan.

Suddenly, the Eternal Sword at Qin Xuan's waist disappeared in an instant, and a ray of sharpness slashed Yun Li's throat!