Rebirth of the Urban Madman

China, Wangquan Mountain!

A figure is hidden in the clouds and mist. If Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er were here, they would be surprised to find that these mists are the same as the Dragon Pool, and they are all formed by the atomization of spiritual energy.

The endless mountains and fields are all full of spiritual energy.

Wangquan Mountain, the third of the seven top spiritual veins in China is here.

The world's top cave paradise, legend has it that there is a scene of spiritual energy turning into springs.

It's a pity that there is no spring shadow on Wangquan Mountain now, only a figure sitting cross-legged in the mountain, swallowing the spiritual mist in the mountain.

In front of this person, there is a sword, half of it is buried in the ground, only half of it is exposed. This sword is simple, but the pattern on one side seems to have stars, and part of the pattern is like a forest and a river.

The young man's long hair flutters and falls to the ground, and his black hair is like a waterfall.

There is a trace of light golden rune on his forehead, which flickers slightly, as if it gathers the nobility of the world.

The eyebrows are narrow and long, not as sharp as sword eyebrows, not as gentle as soft eyebrows, but there seems to be a hint of dominance between these eyebrows.

He is dressed in brocade, between purple and gold, and vaguely reveals a bit of cold armor, and there is a small jade pendant hanging on his waist.

With the breeze blowing, the jade pendant flipped, revealing two lines of fine text.

As time goes by, the kingship is held by a single lineage.

Suddenly, the young man's eyebrows that imply dominance slightly frowned, and then, the eyes that had been silent for several years opened silently.

When the eyes opened, the spiritual mist suddenly dissipated.

In the mountains, there were dragon roars and tiger roars, and there were sword chants, which were about to break the sky.

...

Outside the Death Valley, accompanied by a loud noise, the valley split and people came out.

In the sky, Qin Xuan shook his blood wings and looked down at the so-called Death Valley.

"Qingdi, let's say goodbye. If Qingdi needs Miaohua's help, Miaohua will definitely do his best!" Miaohua flew into the air and landed on the ground.

Qin Xuan glanced at Miaohua indifferently, "Hmm!"

He knew Miaohua was trying to show goodwill, but he didn't care.

Then, Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er left and returned to the hotel. The black anaconda that had been lying on the side for a long time could no longer bear it and jumped onto Qin Xuan's shoulder.

"Qingdi, shall we continue the tour?" Qin Yan'er asked.

"No need." Qin Xuan said indifferently. It might be a little strange when he first came, but now, he has no intention.

He raised his palm and looked at the Taotie real bone floating quietly, and smiled indifferently.

"Let's go!"

Qin Yan'er was startled, "Where to?"

Qin Xuan put away the Taotie real bone and said indifferently: "The Church of Light!"

After the four words fell, Qin Yan'er's face was immediately shocked.

The Church of Light, a place she once admired very much.

She anticipated what the Qing Emperor was going to do, but she couldn't help asking, "Qing Emperor, are you really going to the Church of Light?"

At this moment, the only world-destroying existence in the Church of Light was the lonely Pope of Light. A complex emotion flashed in Qin Yan'er's eyes.

Qin Xuan walked calmly, "I originally wanted to return to China. If I go by sea, I should pass by the Church of Light."

"Destroy it while I can!"

Qin Xuan's voice sounded faintly, but for the once world's largest force, it seemed like a gentle breeze, which dissipated as soon as it fell.

Destroy it while I can! ?

Qin Yan'er's face was shocked, and finally she sighed in her heart.

Did the Church of Light just fall like this?

Her heart was in turmoil, but she didn't say a word, and quietly followed Qin Xuan.

...

In the Church of Light, at this moment, the islands seemed to be dead silent.

The holy land of the world, which was named after the Bible in the morning and the divine bell at night, is now terribly silent.

There are even some evil birds flying around, as if the place that once believed in light has become a hellish evil land.

Indistinctly, there is a bloody aura rising into the sky.

The Temple of Light, in this temple, there is a bloody aura lingering.

There is an old man wearing a divine crown, holding a scepter, with a holy and merciful face.

He quietly looked into the temple, at the corpses, and at the river of blood.

These corpses are the 278 bishops of the Church of Light. Outside the temple, there are knights with blood-stained armor. The knights who once swore to defend the Church of Light are now lying on the ground, no longer making a sound.

Bishops, knights, and even those believers, young and old, have all turned into corpses on these islands.

The once glorious Church of Light now looked more like hell, with blood, corpses, and evil birds circling and pecking at carrion.

Only one person was still sitting on the throne, looking down at this bloody hell like a god.

The scepter in the old man's hand had been stained with blood. The lines on it, which were once mysterious and holy among the believers, now flowed slowly like blood. The dragon bones, which were once extremely holy, seemed to be soaked in blood.Soaking in the sea of ​​blood, the crystal that once illuminated the darkness seemed to be the eye of Hades.

The old man had a faint smile on his lips. He moved and walked down from the high and mighty throne of the Pope, stepping on blood and corpses, as if walking through the sea of ​​blood, and walked out of the temple.

No one dared to believe that these thousands of lives were buried in the hands of this Pope of Light.

No one knew that this man who had sworn to serve the light and was the spokesperson of the God of Light was only the weakest heir of the previous Pope before he became the Pope of Light.

The old man had killed the previous Pope himself, taking away all the power of that Pope, and then killed other heirs, except for his younger brother, the Pope who died in the United States not long ago.

After that, he took power and killed all those who knew about it, and the blood became a river, taking away the power of those strong men.

Taking away everyone's power and life made him successful.

A powerful man who has been dominating the world for hundreds of years, the first in the world, the first on the Olympus list, what a supreme title.

No one knows that such a title is based on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The old man never thought that there would be such a day and he would do such a thing again.

He walked to the highest peak and saw the blood-stained holy bell, the towering islands, and the river of blood.

He smiled, his smile was like a ferocious evil ghost.

"Qingdi!"

He slowly uttered these two words, "When I kill you, I will recruit believers again and establish light again!"

He looked far away and saw the black spot breaking through the sea.

He saw the huge black anaconda, like a dragon coming over the sea, and he also saw Qin Xuan and Qin Yan'er standing on the black anaconda.

"Come on!"

"Give me all your life and strength!"

"In this world, I am the God, the only God!"

He looked at the figure that broke through the sea, his words were long and heavy, his face became more ferocious and terrifying.

"Only I..."

"Can I be supreme!"