Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The road of reincarnation!

Qin Xuan returned to this vast road again, but the words of the Great Emperor of Killing lingered in his heart.

Nine trillion years of ancient times were just a blink of an eye.

What does beginninglessness and endlessness represent?! ?

He knew that the Great Emperor of Killing was pointing the way for him, and at the same time, warning him.

The experience of the long river of time may be his foundation, but in the beginninglessness and endlessness, anyone who walks out at random is an existence that transcends these nine trillion years of ancient times.

"A long river flows to the past, and a long river flows to the future. The river of the past has no beginning, and the river of the future is the end."

Qin Xuan muttered to himself in his heart, and at the same time, he was also reaping the fortune and insights gained from the seventh floor of the Elephant Tower.

In the abdomen of the Dantian, the Extreme Killing Platform was quietly rotating.

Inside, sculptures quietly emerged, and inside were the power of existence of Emperor Wu Zhao and others.

The Extreme Killing Platform is to swallow and refine the power of all the people killed, and store it for future use. Once it is used, it will be a thunderbolt that has been accumulated for a long time.

He kept moving forward on the road of reincarnation, accompanied by lonely ghosts around him, and there was no so-called underworld official in front of him, until he reached the end of this road of reincarnation.

The road of reincarnation has an end.

"The end of reincarnation!"

At the end of this road of reincarnation, a stone tablet was standing quietly.

After countless undead souls reached the end, they fell from the end and rolled down to the broken road.

It was an endless sea of ​​the underworld, in which countless undead souls fell into it, like a mud cow entering the sea.

Qin Xuan looked at the stone tablet and touched it with his palm.

This tablet was left by someone who arrived here, and it should be the newcomer.

But when Qin Xuan touched the stone tablet, suddenly, he felt a breath that made him feel trembling.

The stone tablet seemed to contain some kind of power, which was not allowed to be touched.

Suddenly, the Tian Ding in Qin Xuan's body flew out of control.

Boom!

The Tian Ding fell directly on the stone tablet, but the stone tablet only trembled slightly, without even a trace.

This is the Tian Ding, one of the thirteen true treasures, and it came out on its own, but the stone tablet was still motionless.

The Tian Ding was rotating, as if it was warning, and finally returned to Qin Xuan's body.

As one of the thirteen true treasures, the Tian Ding must have mysteries. Although Qin Xuan can now control the power of the Tian Ding, he knows that this part of the power is by no means all of the Tian Ding.

As for why the Tian Ding suddenly became uncontrollable and the reason, Qin Xuan checked it and still couldn't understand it.

He stared at the stone tablet, and finally stopped touching it.

He looked into the dark sea below, and suddenly, he seemed to see a figure.

An Luo!

That was An Luo's figure, surrounded by some secret method, in the depths of the dark sea.

Qin Xuan was shocked, but soon, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

This place is the depths of reincarnation, where the dead return.

If he rushed into the sea of ​​the dead, no one knew what he would encounter.

But soon, Qin Xuan shook his head and smiled. He was used to being cautious and instinctively considered the pros and cons.

Then, Qin Xuan took a step forward, and he fell into the sea like a clay cow.

Entering the sea of ​​the dead, Qin Xuan did not feel anything, but instead, there was a soothing power.

As if returning to the innate, the most natural power soothed everything and nourished everything.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes and looked around, but what he saw was endless brilliance.

Qin Xuan could feel that these brilliances represented a dead soul, and from these brilliances, there were wisps of gray mist drifting in all directions.

Looking closely, Qin Xuan could see that the gray fog represented everything these undead souls had experienced, their memories, their feelings... When the gray fog dissipated, this undead soul would forget everything, and even his soul would be decomposed into countless "gods" and merge into this dark sea.

"This dark sea is formed by the power of gods, and it is a god without a master."

Qin Xuan stood up in the dark sea. I don't know if it was because he was a living being, but he was not affected by anything in this dark sea.

He looked down, but he couldn't see the bottom at a glance. What he saw was the gray fog that represented the past of countless living beings.

According to his memory, Qin Xuan went to the direction that An Luo had shown.

He kept diving and diving into it until Qin Xuan saw the bottom of this dark sea.

In the dark sea, huge lotus flowers were blooming, and countless gray fogs kept pouring into these lotus flowers.

The petals of the lotus gradually changed from black to white, and the stamens, like reincarnations, presented a kind of vortex.

Countless gray mists fell into it, and the lotus released some golden light, floating towards the dark sea.

These golden lights seemed to be guided by something and went in a certain direction.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror in Qin Xuan's body moved.

Qin Xuan took itOut, in this dark sea, the bronze mirror bloomed a green copper light, towards somewhere in the dark sea.

All along, this bronze mirror has not played any role, now, it finally works.

This also means that An Luo is not far away from him.

Then, Qin Xuan stepped into this dark sea, and he walked along the green copper light.

Until, following the copper light, Qin Xuan arrived at a place in the dark sea where eight or nine tenths of the golden light occupied.

The most important thing is that the golden lotus flowers below are blooming.

In one of the golden lotuses, it is echoing with the copper light. Qin Xuan looked and saw that a soul was floating quietly in the place of the golden lotus stamen.

Above the soul, there is a dark red talisman, attached to the soul, and a line of uncomfortable power is entangled in the soul.

Qin Xuan looked at this soul, and from it, he could feel part of An Luo's breath, but more of it was other messy breath.

This is... An Luo's soul!

Qin Xuan looked at the golden lotus and slowly approached it.

If nothing unexpected happened, the dark red spell should have been cast by the Emperor of Killing.

In every life, he died a bad death, and in every life, he was hated by the world.

Born with an evil fetus!

The soul in front of him was not An Luo, but An Luo was just a memory of this soul.

And the real An Luo's soul had gone through countless times.

Qin Xuan knew it in his heart, but he still stepped on the huge golden lotus and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the dark red spell.

The hot power of the spell, but the endless discomfort, instantly spread from his palm to Qin Xuan's whole body.

An Luo inside seemed to notice it at this moment.

The seven-foot graceful body slowly opened its eyes, with an eight-point similar appearance to An Luo, but with a pair of gray pupils.

Qin Xuan endured the curse of the Emperor of Killing, and he looked at An Luo.

"Do you still remember me!?"

Qin Xuan spoke, he understood that An Luo's memory was no longer the dominant one of this soul.

An Luo was the soul in front of him, but the soul in front of him was not An Luo.

The pair of gray pupils looked at Qin Xuan quietly, and suddenly, she spoke as if muttering to herself.

"Stepping stone!"

Qin Xuan smiled on his calm face.