Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Above the Imperial City, the eighteen great kings all showed fear on their faces.

It has been 100,000 years since the battle.

Even if they have never been to the Ancient Plain, they have heard the legend about the immortals.

One person fought in the three great emperors of the Outer Domain, the Ancient Ruins, and the Upper Heaven, and finally broke through in the silence, achieved himself, and swept across the Outer Domain for 300 billion miles.

Even in the Netherworld, this is a legend.

The most important thing is that 100,000 years have passed since that legendary deed.

No one knows how far the immortals have grown now.

King level! ?

Qin Xuan came over, he looked at the kings present, and said lightly: "Why are you arguing?"

The words were calm, but these words made the kings present frown slightly.

It seemed that Qin Xuan regarded himself as the Lord of the Netherworld.

What's more, now that the Northern Yin Emperor may have perished, they also had a sense of disloyalty in their hearts.

Throughout the ages, there has only been one Lord of the Netherworld, and the Beiyin Emperor is the second one.

If the Beiyin Emperor perishes, perhaps they can also occupy the position of the Lord of the Netherworld and master the supreme secrets and power.

"Xian, this is the matter of the Netherworld, and it has nothing to do with you."

"It is rumored that the Lord of the Netherworld has fallen. Perhaps, you should go and face the contender."

The one who spoke was the Zikai King. He had previously spoken arrogantly and wanted to retreat, give up the Imperial City, and save himself.

Qin Xuan looked at the Zikai King, and his indifferent eyes made the Zikai King's face change slightly.

However, he was very confident that even if this Xian was the young master of the Netherworld, he was just a disciple of the Beiyin Emperor.

Even if the other party disliked him, he had to ask him for help now. After all, protecting the Imperial City was the most important thing.

But he never thought that after Qin Xuan saw his eyes, a cold smile appeared on his thin lips.

The next moment, Qin Xuan made a move. He stepped forward, and his speed surpassed the years.

The Zi Kai King instinctively felt a great crisis. He had never thought that the immortal would take action directly just because of a disagreement.

Even so, he knew that Qin Xuan's speed was enough to surpass the years, and he tried his best to break free, so as to affect Qin Xuan's speed and force him out of the state beyond the years.

Unfortunately, he was still slow. The next moment, a hand had already pinched his throat, and with a slight shock, the extremely terrifying killing power directly submerged this king-level.

A small tower appeared in the sky, and the terrifying killing power almost dyed the top of the imperial city into a sea of ​​blood.

The other 17 king-level beings all changed their colors when they saw this scene.

In an instant, the Zi Kai King fell.

The strength of the immortal was too terrifying, perhaps, it had surpassed the king-level.

After killing a king-level, Qin Xuan turned around and looked at the other king-levels, "Who else has questions?!"

The seventeen king-levels were awed and dared not disrespect again.

Qin Xuan put away the killing tower and returned with infinite killing power.

In this world, the strong are respected. In front of other creatures, the king-levels are high above, strategizing, and even invincible.

But in front of people who are stronger than them, they are no different from ordinary people.

Qin Xuan stepped into the imperial palace.

He looked at the seventeen king-levels and said slowly: "You are responsible for calming down the unrest in various places. The person who fights for the crossing, don't worry, I will deal with it myself."

The seventeen king-levels looked at each other, and one of them said: "Young master, it's too dangerous to be alone."

"I will go with you!"

This king-level was the Junba King who had rescued Qin Xuan in the ancient plain before.

Qin Xuan looked at the King Junba and smiled faintly, "No need!"

After his voice fell, he said in a gentle tone: "I hope that when I face the contenders, you will not add insult to injury."

"If not, when I return, if I see anyone taking advantage of the situation, then I, Qin Changqing, will not hesitate to blame."

The seventeen great kings all trembled in their hearts.

Even if they were dissatisfied, they dared not.

...

Qin Xuan also left the Imperial City. Without him, the Imperial City was doomed to be in chaos.

He looked in the direction where the contenders came from, and also looked into the fifth cave.

Qin Xuan stepped forward.

100,000 years ago, the Northern Yin Emperor went to the Ancient Plain to save him regardless of the Netherworld.

Now, it is time for him to do the same.

At this moment, a living being was crossing the sky in front of him, and behind him, there was already an empty city.

Wherever it passed, everything withered, and all living things were transformed into primitive breath and swallowed by it.

The same was true for living beings.

It was as if all living beings in the netherworld, including lonely ghosts, were just wisps of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The more living beings it swallowed, the stronger the breath of this living being became.

Before, it was not easy to kill the king-level power.It was its heyday.

Suddenly, this creature raised his eyes, and the head of the Lion Peng could not help but look over.

In the three pairs of eyes, a figure was standing high in the sky with his hands behind his back.

The white clothes, like white snow, were out of tune with this netherworld.

The person who came was none other than Qin Xuan.

The Struggler was not polite, he took action directly.

On his shoulder, the Peng bird spoke.

The world where Qin Xuan was located was twisted in an instant.

It seemed that there was a supreme will that directly rolled up the world, took Qin Xuan from this world, and brought him to an unknown place.

Metaphorically speaking, Qin Xuan was like the person in the painting, and someone dug out the part where Qin Xuan was, along with the paper.

Qin Xuan felt this transcendent and terrifying power, and his face was neither sad nor happy.

He had met more than one Struggler, but he was the first one who was so powerful and could deprive someone of such a level of power.

Qin Xuan's palm shook slightly, and he directly cut open the stripped heaven and earth and jumped out.

When he landed, there seemed to be a trace of surprise in the eyes of the contender.

"What's your name?"

Qin Xuan spoke, and his words conveyed a certain eternal meaning to the contender.

The contender actually smiled. He looked at Qin Xuan for a moment, and suddenly spoke, uttering the words in the netherworld.

"Good fight!"

"You, are not bad, are you willing to submit to me?"

The contender spoke, looking at Qin Xuan differently.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile, and he reached out his hand, and a sword appeared in his palm.

Endless Sword!

At this time, the Endless Sword also had a great change.

On the black sword body, the ends of the blades on both sides were like red silk, and there were dense Dao patterns on them.

Someone here would recognize that it was the Dao pattern of the Thirteen Extremes.

The hilt of the sword was as red as blood.

The man in white held the sword, looked at the contender, and said: "I, Qin Changqing, have never lost to anyone in the world."

"No one can make me surrender."

"But you, do you know your fate by being my enemy?!"

The contender was slightly stunned, as if he was savoring the meaning of Qin Xuan's words.

After a while, he understood and laughed out loud.

A laugh was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth.

After the laugh, there were only two words.

"Fight!"