Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The red-gold spear stopped, and Qin Hao's body was like a sculpture between heaven and earth.

Even though his arms were destroyed, his forehead collapsed, and his skull cracked like porcelain, there was no ripple in his eyes.

But at this moment, Qin Hao's eyes were trembling.

Even though he didn't know whether it was true or not, at this moment, the red-gold spear in his hand still stopped.

Under the black gold face, the pair of indifferent eyes, the thin lips like a knife.

In Qin Hao's mind, at this moment, endless memories emerged.

Swaddling clothes, youth, China, Longchi, cultivation world, starry sky, fairy world, catastrophe... and even, finally in the ancient god heaven...

Qin Xuan also looked at Qin Hao. He looked at the dullness, joy, expectation, nostalgia, closeness in the other's eyes... and then in the end, unbelievable and even a little at a loss.

In a pair of eyes, in these few short breaths, the emotions in them were a mess.

Not only Qin Xuan, but also in the Immortal City of Immortality.

Xu Wushang and Ye Tongyu were both agitated and could not believe this scene.

Jun Wushuang and others were also stunned. The emotions in their eyes were no less than Qin Hao's.

There were also creatures in the Shinto lineage who were stunned, and then they were extremely angry.

Donghuang looked at Qin Xuan under the black gold mask, his eyes lit up, "So, this is the true appearance of my male concubine, hehehe..."

She laughed foolishly, and I don't know what she was thinking.

Lin Yaosheng's expression was too wonderful. He mentioned it not long ago, but he could never have imagined that the young man who could not match him in Tianxu in the past would actually be an immortal.

"You bully me!" Lin Yaosheng shouted, furious. He understood that this immortal had always known his identity.

Suddenly, Lin Yaosheng turned his head and looked at Li Zhenren, but saw that Li Zhenren's expression was normal, as if he had already known what kind of appearance was hidden under this black gold mask.

"You knew that the immortal is Qin Changqing, and Qin Changqing is the immortal!?"

Lin Yaosheng spoke, and he seemed to be angry with Li Zhenren.

Li Zhenren glanced at Lin Yaosheng coldly, and this glance also reminded Lin Yaosheng that now Li Zhenren has entered the ancient emperor, he can't beat him, and his eyes can't help but slightly restrained.

Li Zhenren retracted his gaze, and he looked at Qin Xuan and Qin Hao again, and looked at the Immortal City of Immortality.

"The immortal is Qin Changqing, and Qin Changqing is the immortal!"

"The Immortal City of Immortality respects Qin Changqing as its respect and belief, but now, it has killed An Luo, who was protected by the immortal."

He murmured, "Whether Qin Changqing or the immortal, since he has taken off the mask, then what should you do?"

On one side, it is the beloved relatives and friends, nothing has ever been more important than this.

On the other side, it is his own promise.

This is an unsolvable situation, and from beginning to end, his father has not even shown up, which has put the immortal in a desperate situation.

…

The black gold mask slowly fell from Qin Xuan’s hand like a leaf in the wind.

If you don’t abandon it, the gift from Emperor Yao will be broken into pieces, but the black gold will still be there.

If you abandon it, it will never come back.

Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao. There were traces of burnt red under his seven orifices, as if they were cracks burned by the fire of karma.

The karma locks on his body became more and more entangled, as if they were branded on Qin Xuan’s body.

“Who are you!”

Qin Hao’s voice was trembling. He didn’t dare to believe it, nor did he want to believe it, but the bridge of the road behind the turbid immortal.

But this almost made him, and even the immortal city and the immortal world, fall into obsession and believe in it. How could Qin Hao’s voice not tremble?

"Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, Master Qin of China, Qing Emperor of China, Qing Emperor of the Cultivation World, Qing Emperor of the Immortal World, Great Emperor Changsheng of the Immortal World, Qin Zu of the Immortal World, Immortals of the Heavens!"

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, and his words were like thunder from the chaos that created the world, striking down on the minds of every living being in Changsheng Immortal City.

Is it really him! ?

He is not dead yet, he is still alive! ?

"Qin Xuan!"

In Changsheng Immortal City, someone shouted at the top of his lungs, causing Qin Xuan to look sideways.

He looked at Mo Qinglian, who had always been paranoid but had never spoken in this battle.

Facing his wife's call, Qin Xuan's thin lips rose slightly.

"Well, I'm here!"

For everyone, these three words, tears seemed to pour down like a flood that broke the dam.

Gu Shentian, the True Ancestor died for his faith and was buried in the Shinto.

The cenotaph is still standing in Changsheng Immortal City.

They believed in Qin Xuan, but they could not help but have a little doubt.

Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, are they no longer here?

But now, this response made everyone almost painful.

How many tears would it take to wash away the long years of waiting, and how much bitterness and torture would it take to calm the long-lasting pain like a raging fire.

But at this moment, Qin Xuan had already taken a step forward. In the unimaginable eyes of everyone, Qin Xuan held the tip of the red gold spear with one hand., took a step forward.

Bang!

He returned to grip the red gold spear, but the spear handle directly shattered Qin Hao's arms and pierced through his chest.

In an instant, this blow made everyone dumbfounded.

Qin Hao lowered his head, he looked at his ancient emperor body being pierced, and his boundless heart was directly broken.

There was disbelief in his eyes, he looked up at Qin Xuan, only to see that Qin Xuan's expression was still indifferent.

"Dad!"

One word, but it said too much.

In this life, Qin Hao, Qin Hao, has encountered too many disasters, but there has never been a time when the scars on his body were caused by Qin Xuan himself.

But now, his father has hurt him personally, but Qin Hao has never cared at all.

Qin Xuan held the red gold spear, and he looked at Qin Hao calmly, "The immortal is also me!"

"This time, I am not for Changsheng Immortal City, I am for Anluo!"

His words made Qin Hao's eyes tremble, and he couldn't believe that these words came out of Qin Xuan's mouth.

Qin Hao still had residual strength in his body, but he didn't move, just showed a trace of miserable smile.

"Killing Anluo is to avenge you!"

Qin Hao coughed up blood, and the blood couldn't stop flowing from his lips and teeth.

"Luring the immortals to come, delaying until the killing is over, the boundless immortal land will cover the lineage of the gods!"

"Only when Anluo dies, the immortals will come... cough cough..."

He didn't resist at all, he held the red gold spear in one hand, "If you avenge Anluo, then Haoer will bear it."

Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao, he thought Qin Hao would be resentful and hateful, but he never thought of it.

Even if he wanted to wipe it out from the heavens himself, Qin Hao would actually sit there and wait for death.

Every word could penetrate his heart more than the red gold spear.

The shackles of karma seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. The suffocation was as if he had just woken up from the death of the True Ancestor. He wanted to breathe heavily, but there was a hand that forcibly held his throat.

He couldn't even breathe!

He didn't even have any resentment, he didn't even resist.

Qin Xuan's expression was calm, but his face and heart were different.

Even though Qin Xuan had made all the preparations, at this moment, his arm trembled slightly.

"It's not your fault. As a father, I have always thought that if you are safe, what does it matter if the world is destroyed? But this time, I will no longer do it for you."

"I promised to protect An Luo!"

Qin Xuan's eyes closed gently.

"I, Qin Changqing, will keep my word all my life!"

As the voice fell, Qin Hao raised his eyes, and Qin Xuan's palm shook, and the road to immortality was like thunder, spreading all over Qin Hao's body.

A line of clear tears fell from his eyes, and Qin Hao smiled, his body gradually disintegrated, like flying ash, and then his last voice slowly dissipated.

"Father will come back, Hao'er has no complaints!"