Rebirth of the Urban Madman

On the island, dead trees were about to collapse, and spiritual medicine was everywhere. When the breeze blew, the spiritual medicine had already turned into ashes.

In the spiritual medicine, a figure sat cross-legged, with his upper body naked, and a hint of gold on the surface of his skin. From this golden skin, one could almost clearly see the faint blood vessels.

It was as if this body was made by God, carved by the gods, without any flaws.

His gray hair was like white snow, scattered around, swaying with the breeze.

Qin Xuan's hands were between his knees, as if the five qi were converging to the origin. Indistinctly, some of his acupoints were trembling slightly, like a heart, bulging and shrinking.

Qin Xuan had been in seclusion here for about a week.

If you look inside Qin Xuan's body at this moment, you can see that the seed in his heart has now sprouted, and tender branches like gold are extending from his heart to the acupoints around him.

There are 720 acupoints, and the branches are the same. When entering the acupoints, it seems that a bud is about to grow from the branches, but there is always a lack of vigorous power.

In the Dantian, Qin Xuan's spiritual sea has disappeared, replaced by a green sacred tree, nine inches tall, swaying quietly in his Dantian, and the emerald green leaves are like jade carvings, with ingenious craftsmanship. There is no vein in each leaf, as if it is a leaf without veins.

Only on one leaf, the veins seem to be vaguely seen. The veins are clearly visible in the leaf. In the vagueness, it seems like the Tao, telling the endless mystery and the truth of heaven and earth.

On the side, Qin Yan'er held a golden needle, pulling the white silk thread, sewing something.

Her injuries had long recovered, and she was concentrating.

In her hand was a treasure of the Church of Light, and the silk thread was the legendary silk of the heavenly silkworm, which was a treasure that had already disappeared in China, but was well preserved in the treasury of the Church of Light.

The thousands of years of heritage of the Church of Light hid too many precious things.

I'm afraid that the Pope of Light would never have thought that he would die in the hands of this Green Emperor, and even the thousands of years of heritage of the Church of Light would become someone else's wedding dress.

Qin Yan'er was doing needlework, sewing clothes for Qin Xuan.

Ordinary clothes were too weak, and even Qin Xuan's current practice could not bear it, and he would be shaken to pieces without knowing it.

Therefore, Qin Yan'er thought of using the Taotie skin to weave a piece of clothing for the Green Emperor. For this reason, she also specially asked Qin Xuan for the method of refining magic weapons in the world of cultivation.

Of course, Qin Yan'er found it difficult to master it. After all, the way of practicing Qi was also extremely difficult in the world of cultivation.

But Qin Yan'er could easily comprehend the simplest sewing without damaging the skin of the Taotie.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's eyes opened silently, and his pupils were cyan, with the vision of the sacred tree hidden inside.

At the moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to be surrounded by the sound of wind and thunder.

It was as if the pores all over his body were blowing wind and thunder, as if there were thousands of beasts hidden in his body.

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, and the vision on his body gradually calmed down and returned to his normal appearance.

"It's still a little short!" Qin Xuan stood up with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The thousands of years of heritage of the Church of Light, spiritual medicines, spiritual crystals and even the golden spiritual wood were almost devoured by him in this week. Such treasures are enough for ordinary cultivators to break through to the Golden Core Realm dozens of times, but Qin Xuan still did not advance to the Golden Core Realm.

This made Qin Xuan a little disappointed. In his previous life, he cultivated the first few levels of the Eternal Evergreen Art to perfection with just one immortal medicine. How could it be so difficult now?

"Well, it's just a matter of time!" Qin Xuan's brows calmed down. Although he did not advance to the Golden Core Realm in this week, he successfully cultivated the foundation of the second level of the Eternal Evergreen Art. The blood tree had 720 branches and the green wood was 9 inches. As long as the blood tree had leaves and the green wood had fruits, he would truly enter the Golden Core Realm.

Moreover, during the practice, he successfully cultivated the eighth-grade Suzaku pupil.

Mana enters the pupils, the pupils give birth to the Suzaku, burning mountains and boiling seas.

Eighth-grade treasure technique!

Qin Xuan glanced at Qin Yan'er and frowned slightly, "It seems that I should refine a treasure robe!"

He shook his head and smiled. This time in the treasure house of the Holy See of Light, he searched for a lot of good things. Although all the spiritual medicines and spiritual crystals had been consumed by him, some precious materials surprised him. Qin Xuan even encountered many precious precious materials, even sixth-grade items.

Then, Qin Xuan took a step, and his body was like wind and thunder, rushing directly to the shore of the island.

The moment he approached, a pentagram formation had already emerged.

This formation isolated everything, and even satellites could not see this scene.

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly, "The Vermillion Bird Pupil is completed. I wonder how powerful it can be when it is used?"

He smiled faintly. In his previous life, he spent a lot of time practicing the Vermillion Bird Pupil. He practiced for more than a few years.

The Vermillion Bird Pupil has three realms. One is the open fire, the second is the separated fire, and the third is the true fire.

The open fire is the visible fire, the separated fire is the fire of the five elements, and the true fire is the fire that can even burn the soul.

These three realms were cultivated to perfection by Qin Xuan in his previous life when he was in the God Transformation Realm. Now, although Qin Xuan has cultivated the Vermillion Bird Pupil, he does not know which realm he has reached.

After all, the green tree in his body now has thousands of green leaves that are condensed by the power of Changqing. It is also more powerful than the ten-foot spiritual sea before. The mana is thick and pure, enough to crush dozens of Jindan cultivators.

What will happen to the Vermillion Bird Pupil with such mana?

Qin Xuan's mouth curled up, and he was also a little curious.

When he thought about it, Qin Xuan's green pupil suddenly rose. A tiny flame rose from the tree in his pupils, and then Qin Xuan's eyes turned red.

Looking closely, there was still the shadow of the green tree in Qin Xuan's red pupils, but on the shadow of the green tree, it seemed as if a red bird flew out of the green tree.

The red bird came up from the tree, and as Qin Xuan used the Vermillion Bird pupil, the red bird flapped its wings and flew out of Qin Xuan's pupils.

Two red birds flew out of Qin Xuan's pupils, and Qin Xuan's pupils seemed to be emitting red flames, and the surrounding world was like a furnace in an instant.

Immediately, the two red birds changed in the air, and in a moment, there were two loud bangs, and the fire feathers covered the sky, as if they were going to burn through the sky. At this moment, the surrounding trees were burned dry of all moisture, and finally they spontaneously combusted.

"Go! "

Qin Xuan uttered a word slowly, and then the two Vermilion Birds flapped their wings and flew out, and the five-star array was burned clean in an instant.

The sea was like boiling water, and the sea water disappeared wherever the Vermilion Bird passed, as if two steam dragons appeared in the sea.

Until the two Vermilion Birds landed on the island ten thousand meters away in the distance.

The island was about a hundred feet in size. The Vermilion Bird landed on it, and in just a moment, the island was completely engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

When the flames dissipated, the hundred-foot island...

returned to nothingness!