Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan swung his sword, and the Great Emperor creatures outside the ancient snowfield all changed color.

They felt the artistic conception of Qin Xuan's sword, transcending everything in this world and achieving the eternal true self.

Qin Changqing's way is beyond everything in this world.

Even the contenders are just stepping stones for him, Qin Changqing.

Not only the Great Emperor creatures outside the Tianguan, but also the contenders have noticed it.

The other three wild spirits also looked over slowly. They did not make a move, but they felt a little surprised by the artistic conception of Qin Xuan.

It was as if someone saw that ants could actually write poems, that kind of surprise.

"It's ridiculous, just a glimpse of the fur, and you want to use it to surpass my power?"

"It's just a false hope. I should let you understand what real power is."

Yan Gu's voice slowly entered Qin Xuan's consciousness.

In an instant, Yan Gu slowly stretched out his hand, and in his hand, there was a world.

Yes, it is a universe, a real universe. If it is magnified billions of times, there are probably countless stars and even creatures in it.

However, now this universe has become square in size.

Yan Gu looked at Qin Xuan with disdain, and a brilliant fire suddenly appeared in the universe in his hand.

It was like the stars in the sky were ignited, so gorgeous that it was difficult to describe the colors in it with numbers.

"Is that... a flame that gathers the will of countless creatures?"

"There are even more than a hundred eternal wills. The square universe contains powerful creatures, even great emperor-level creatures."

"The fire of inheritance, the fire of hope, the fire of war, the fire of destruction..."

The great emperor-level creatures present felt too much from it.

At this moment, they were shocked, because this was the real power of Yan Gu.

He turned a world, no, a civilization, into his own weapon.

The will of the living beings in it, for an unknown number of years, has turned into its own eternal and inextinguishable divine fire.

This kind of fire is no longer something that the emperor can control.

This is almost the power of the creator. The emperor can open a world and rule for a day, but no emperor has ever claimed to be the creator.

The extremely bright flame floated out slowly, and Yan Gu exuded an unprecedented breath and momentum.

"The little thief who stole my power thought he could surpass me."

"It's ridiculous and ignorant to the extreme. Now, you should understand what true despair is."

As the voice fell, the ray of bright fire floated directly towards Qin Xuan.

The speed was very slow, but it was unstoppable.

Not to mention the great emperor-level creatures, even the wild spirits who were also struggling for the crossing would not choose to fight this blow head-on.

But Qin Xuan looked at it, but he did not retreat or avoid it.

He looked at the brilliance, the eternal flame condensed from civilization, inheritance, years, and all living beings in the long river of history.

In his hand, the Endless Sword slowly rose.

When this sword was slashed out, in an instant, a vast spring rain seemed to appear between heaven and earth.

These spring rain-like sword auras fell on the brilliance of the fire, like an egg hitting a stone, and all the sword auras were shattered in an instant.

Tai Meng and the First Emperor of Shenluo looked at each other, and they were going to take action.

This kind of power has surpassed the Great Emperor-level creatures by too much. If they don't take action, Qin Changqing is afraid that he will really fall.

Even if he has merged with the real treasure and the transcendental things, he, Qin Changqing, is not a real contender, and even, he is not even a Great Emperor-level creature.

He just has the qualification to ascend to heaven, not in heaven.

But at this moment, Tai Meng spoke, "Wait!"

The First Emperor of Shenluo was slightly startled, and he looked at Tai Meng with confusion.

"Perhaps, it may not be as we imagined." Tai Meng said slowly, "His sword has not yet reached the end!"

Shen Luo was stunned and looked up again.

No matter how many drizzles there were, it was difficult to extinguish the flame of Yan Gu.

But at this moment, with Qin Xuan as the center, in the endless spring rain, tender shoots actually grew in the void.

This scene made many great emperor-level creatures, including the three contenders, stare at it.

The tender shoots were born and turned into weeds, and the weeds were continuous and covered the ground.

Countless green, green grasses full of vitality appeared outside this sky gate.

Everything was transformed by Qin Changqing's sword.

Yan Gu looked at it, and its eyes became more and more disdainful, and only saw the dazzling fire slowly falling.

Boom!

In an instant, countless green weeds were burned to ashes under this flame.

Instead, a blazing fire was burning. A flame turned into a raging sea of ​​fire, pressing directly against Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan remained motionless in the sea of ​​fire, letting the flames press forward.

However, when the flames were about toWhen it was approaching, the spreading flames suddenly stopped.

In the shocked eyes of all the emperors, the wild grass on the grassland that was originally burned to ashes, but surprisingly, there were new shoots rising again.

It was like a reincarnation, and more importantly, the new wild grass, under the bright flames, still stood and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This time, those flames could no longer burn these new wild grasses.

Yan Gu also saw that in an instant, the bright fire burst out with terrifying power again.

A ripple spread to the growing wild grass, directly impacting it into pieces.

"Ridiculous, you think..."

Yan Gu was still talking, but the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because the already crushed wild grass was reborn again, and the sprouts grew one by one, becoming more tenacious, not afraid of the burning of the fire, and unbreakable by the impact of power.

Just like Qin Xuan, he has been walking along the way, no matter how powerful the force is, he can't be crushed.

Qin Changqing, the only change is to be reborn from the fire and trample everything.

His Tao is the same, destroyed in despair, reborn in destruction.

This sword is a grassland all over the world, but every blade of grass, every reincarnation, every rebirth, contains his Qin Changqing's intention, the way of immortality, and eternal power.

Until the weeds grow and cover the flames, let the Yan bone drive the brilliant fire, but it can no longer shake the growing weeds.

A leisurely voice, rising to the world.

"The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year;"

"Wildfires cannot burn them all, spring breezes blow and they grow again."

In this world, the man in white held a sword, his thin lips parted, and he recited the poem that was once so popular that even children could recite it in the stars as small as dust in the vast starry sky.

When the last word fell, he, Qin Changqing, had already stepped through the endless flames and appeared in front of Yan Gu.

With a sword chant, the wild grass covering the outside of the pass turned into a huge wave and fell on Yan Gu's body.

The wild grass dispersed, and the Endless Sword fell.

In the ancient snowfield, one of the five wild spirits, Yan Gu, fell!