Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Oh?"

Above the void, Juntian's eyes slowly opened.

She seemed to have sensed something, looked up, and saw the existence that concerned her.

Not only Juntian, but also Changming Shenghuang turned his eyes. His face was still so indifferent, even full of a hint of indifference.

Outside the domain, an ancient first emperor who walked out of his ancestral land hunched over, holding a stone spear in his hand, and looked up at the void.

The stone knife that cut everything was within reach.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes. He was in an unprecedented desperate situation, but the fire in his eyes was not extinguished, and the intention of immortality was endless.

Behind him, suddenly, two terrifying figures descended.

One figure, like a ghost-like aura, cut open, and in his hand, a long knife cut towards the stone knife.

Another figure, surrounded by many stone tablets rotating, countless stone tablets turned into a long dragon, falling towards the stone knife.

The void collapsed directly, and the attack of the two figures stopped the speed of the stone knife.

The expression of the First Emperor of Dachang changed suddenly, and he shouted in shock and anger: "Who!?"

He was already cautious enough, and never arrogant. He wanted to kill the immortal as soon as possible, but he never thought that even so, an accident would happen.

The two creatures in front of him were not inferior to the First Emperor, and even more powerful than the ordinary First Emperor.

Behind Qin Xuan, the burly and majestic figure like a ghost slowly walked out.

"The Netherworld, the Ghost King!"

This existence spoke, and his voice spread in the void.

The other one also spoke slowly, "The Netherworld, the Nether Li Clan, the King of Records!"

King-level!

The Netherworld, a king-level existence.

Two king-level creatures appeared, but this is not all.

Behind Qin Xuan, a terrifying creature descended.

Boom!

That aura that was superior to that of ordinary emperors and first emperors filled the place in an instant.

Lin Yaosheng, Xia Zu and other beings all suddenly changed their expressions and turned around to see, full of horror.

"The Netherworld, the Ancient Nether Clan, the Heavenly Nether King!"

An existence spoke slowly. Behind him, his robe was like the Styx, his eyes were like a sea of ​​blood, his skin was like scales, and he exuded an eternal and immortal aura.

"The Netherworld God Craftsman Clan, the Second Craftsman King!"

Another creature appeared. This was a creature with eight arms. Behind him, there were six furnaces rotating, and each of them was connected by a lava-like force. In these six furnaces, there were ghosts crying and gods howling, as if millions of Netherworld spirits were struggling in them.

After the two king-level creatures appeared, they also took action.

The Heavenly Nether King took out a blood-colored flag from behind him. The flag was floating, and the eternal Styx swept out and surged in front of the stone knife.

A furnace behind the second craftsman king shone brightly, spewing out a wisp of crimson divine flame, which fell on the stone knife.

The four king-level creatures attacked at the same time, and even the stone knife could not make any progress for a while.

"The Netherworld, the Skeleton Clan, King Junba!"

Another creature appeared. The creature in front of him sat proudly on the throne made of king-level bones. In his hand was a scepter that made the First Emperor and the Great Emperor feel fear. On it, there was a purple bead emitting a hazy light.

"The Netherworld, the Wangchuan Family, King Ashidu!"

Another king-level creature appeared. This person was like a gentleman, with red lips and white face, and a pair of eyes like a whirlpool of reincarnation.

He walked over with a faint smile, facing the stone knife, and slowly drew a sword from his waist.

"The Netherworld, the fallen royal family, the eternally silent king!"

Another voice sounded in the void, and a man wearing a king's robe appeared. Sitting on him was a huge underworld beast, which was also a king-level existence.

"The Netherworld..."

"The Netherworld..."

Behind Qin Xuan, the king-level existences of the Netherworld walked out one by one.

Four... eight... ten!

A total of ten figures, with terrifying auras and unparalleled power.

A total of ten king-level existences came out of the Netherworld and arrived here.

Not to mention the Dachang Shihuang outside the domain and the holy emperors who took action, the emperor was extremely shocked and his face was extremely ugly.

Even those who did not take action could not help but remain silent.

But how could this be all.

After the ten king-level existences walked out, an ancient giant door actually emerged in the void.

This gate seemed to connect the Netherworld and the Ancient Plain. The entire gate seemed to be as tall and majestic as the sky and the earth. From it, a huge head that was big enough to crush a city and a country slowly emerged.

The rider of the Lord of the Underworld, the Nine Yins of Misfortune!

This extremely ancient creature slowly emerged from the huge gate of the Netherworld.

His body was extremely huge, and each scale was thousands of feet wide.As for the others.

In front of Huo Jiuyin, the existence of the king level seemed as small as gravel in the mountains.

The appearance of Huo Jiuyin also completely suffocated all the creatures.

Whether it was the outside world, the heavens, or the ancient ruins, they were all shocked by the ancient and huge creature in front of them.

But on the head of this supreme and terrifying creature, there was still a figure, stepping on this terrifying existence.

This one was wearing the emperor's robe and the emperor's crown.

He stood tall, with indifferent eyes. At a glance, the pressure that seemed to be the only one in the world made everyone tremble in their hearts when they looked at him.

"Lord of the Underworld, Emperor Beiyin!"

The ancestor of the Taichu family spoke, and his voice was a little difficult.

Changming Shenghuang, and even Juntian, couldn't help but look at Emperor Beiyin.

"Xian, Qin Changqing, he is not only the descendant of the Emperor of Killing, he is also the disciple of the Lord of the Netherworld."

An involuntary voice sounded, making people remember that the Xian in front of them was not without background.

His background was even more terrifying than that of the Emperor.

His background was the entire Netherworld!

"Original artifact!"

The Emperor of Beiyin looked at the stone knife, and his voice seemed to be extremely disdainful.

I saw that the Emperor of Beiyin stretched out his hand, and a huge vortex of reincarnation emerged behind him.

It was as if the real reincarnation had come to the world. The terrifying pressure was extremely shocking. From the reincarnation, a terrifying giant hand emerged, and on the giant hand was a big bow.

The giant hand sent the big bow in front of the Emperor of Beiyin. The Emperor of Beiyin pulled the bow and an arrow was fleeting.

The whole void, under this arrow, seemed to be split in two.

When everyone looked at it, they found that the arrow had landed directly on the stone knife.

The arrow disappeared, but an ancient and mysterious restriction appeared on the stone knife.

Before everyone could react, a tiny crack appeared on the stone knife.

The crack gradually enlarged, and then the stone knife that easily killed the emperor and was about to kill Qin Xuan was broken.

In this void, it was completely shattered and returned to nothingness.

Beiyin Emperor threw the bow up, shook his imperial robe with both hands, and smiled lightly: "Disciple, how about this arrow of the master!?"

Qin Xuan did not raise his head, but slowly uttered a word with his thin lips.

"Cool!"