Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Seven thousand meters of spiritual veins, nine blood locks across the sky like a dragon.

The inside of the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd seemed like a black hole, swallowing the world.

Until the seven thousand meters of spiritual veins entered the gourd, and the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd returned to Qin Xuan's waist.

The world seemed to be calm, the Kunlun peaks split open, and a huge seven thousand meters gap like a dragon appeared in the world.

Qingxu and others were all dazed. They stared at the gap in a daze, as if it was the gap between them and the figure standing across the sky, like an immortal descending to the earth.

Even if they practiced for another lifetime, they would never be able to reach it.

Qingxu's eyes were dazed, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Qin Xuan put away the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd. This time, he took the Western King's spiritual vein, and actually consumed all the green wood in his body. It was like a withered and rotten wood, waiting for winter to pass and spring to come back to life.

"It's the Qi Refining Realm after all!" Qin Xuan shook his head. Even though he was invincible on this planet, he was still only in the Qi Refining Realm. For the eight realms of cultivation and the world of cultivation, he had just entered the door.

Qin Xuan landed on the ground, like a feather falling, lifting a heavy weight with ease.

He and Qin Yan'er walked towards Qingxu and the other Kunlun disciples. Looking at the Kunlun disciples who seemed to be in a state of dismay and as if they had seen a real immortal, Qin Xuan paused.

Qin Xuan glanced at Qingxu indifferently, "In this case, I will take the West King Spiritual Vein!"

Qingxu's face was pale, and he suddenly shook his body.

Without the West King Spiritual Vein, Kunlun Sect was like losing a treasure. Looking at Kunlun, although there were some spirit veins, how could those spirit veins compare with the West King Spiritual Vein?

But at this moment, how could Qingxu dare to say anything? He was horrified and didn't even dare to utter a word of no.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly. He naturally knew that Qingxu was unwilling.

However, he took the spiritual vein to enter the golden elixir. The Western King's spiritual vein had the potential of the seventh grade, so he naturally could not let it go.

The most important thing is that Kunlun had been disrespectful. If Qin Xuan had not thought of the friendship with his old friend, he would have wiped out the Kunlun Sect long ago.

Taking his spiritual vein is also a punishment.

"However, I have a connection with your Kunlun Sect. I will not do anything extreme. Otherwise, there would be no Kunlun Sect in the world." Qin Xuan said faintly. He took out a notebook from the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd.

He threw it to Qingxu casually, like throwing garbage.

"This is the Western King's Secret, which is hundreds of times better than your skills."

Qin Xuan walked with his hands behind his back, and his words made the Kunlun Sect disciples stunned.

Western King's Secret?

Western King's Spiritual Vein?

What is the connection between them?

Qingxu took the notebook in his hand, his face blank.

The Kunlun Sect's cultivation has been passed down from ancient times and is rare in the world. Is there any method that is hundreds of times stronger than the Kunlun Sect's?

Could it be that the Green Emperor gave his own cultivation method to the Kunlun Sect?

As soon as this thought came up, Qingxu crushed it in his mind. How could it be possible!

With endless doubts, Qingxu opened the notebook.

Immediately, he saw the words and lines of the scroll.

Qingxu was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be immersed in it. He flipped through the notebook, frowning, shocked, and excited.

The disciples of the entire Kunlun Sect looked at their Taoist ancestor like a madman at this moment. He stayed on this mountain for a whole night.

Until the end of the night and dawn, Qingxu suddenly closed the notebook, his eyes full of endless ecstasy and shock.

"Daozu!" The little Taoist boy who was guarding the iron lock couldn't help asking, "What should we do?"

Qingxu finally calmed down from the turbulent mood and turned to look at the little Taoist boy, "What should we do? Although the West King Peak is destroyed, my Kunlun Sect disciples are still there, and there are many spiritual veins in Kunlun, so it's enough to move to another place!"

There was a faint tremor in his voice, and he stared at the notebook in his hand.

"With this technique, my Kunlun Sect will be dozens of times better in the future, even if there is no West King spiritual vein!"

Qingxu's voice was full of endless excitement. The myriad mysteries and various magical powers written in this volume of techniques seemed to open up a new world for him.

Even more, Qingxu felt that he was just four words in the past.

A frog in the well!

With endless ecstasy, Qingxu managed to calm down. He turned around and looked at the direction where Qin Xuan left. Even though it was already night and dawn, Qingxu no longer had hatred or reluctance towards the Qing Emperor, but a trace of awe.

"Qingxu, on behalf of Kunlun, thanks the Qing Emperor!" The voice came out slowly, and it lasted for a long time at the edge of Kunlun.

...

Qin Xuan sat in a car with a calm look in his eyes. He had already gone far away. He didn't care about Qingxu or Kunlun Sect.

The volume of skills he left behind was only the first three levels of the skills of his old friend's sect, which was enough to cultivate to the state of transformation.

However, when Qin Xuan mentioned his old friend, he glanced at the sky outside the window, as if he was looking atThrough the boundless starry sky, among the boundless stars, there was the woman who had drunk and discussed Taoism with him.

The woman had once been on this star, occupying Kunlun, and became the god of Kunlun with her spirit.

On this star, people from ancient times to the present revered her, calling her... Queen Mother!

Queen Mother of the West!

Qin Xuan sighed softly, "What a pity! Time is merciless, and this Kunlun is destined to be annihilated in the long river of time."

Mountains have their time to decay, and rivers and seas have their days to end.

There is no tree that is evergreen in the world, and no one can live forever.

Therefore, people in the world seek immortality, which goes against the will of heaven.

Qin Xuan smiled. In his previous life, he was on the road to immortality, on the way to immortality, and in this life...

He retracted his gaze and murmured softly.

"If there is immortality in the world, I will be the first one!"

...

Kyoto, a mountain shrouded in fog all day long.

This mountain was once the ancestral land of the Chen family, and a year ago, it suddenly became a military restricted area.

At the foot of this mountain, there is a monument that has been broken into nine parts, leaving only one part, revealing the ruthlessness of time. The monument of the past has now been completely broken.

At the foot of the mountain, a car slowly drove in, and as soon as it approached, it was stopped.

"Military restricted area, please do not approach!"

A soldier stopped it, looking at the luxury car with vigilance.

Although he did not believe that anyone would dare to cause trouble in Kyoto, or even dare to trespass into this military restricted area, as a soldier, he must be vigilant.

Even if the outside is as calm as the sea, the heart is like a knife.

The car window slowly rolled down, and Qin Xuan glanced at the soldier.

"Who owns this mountain?"

"Sorry, I have nothing to say. This is a military restricted area. You cannot let it go without an order!" The soldier frowned and said slowly.

At this moment, a figure came from a distance.

The body was like a phantom, and it crossed a thousand meters in just a few steps.

Ning Ziyang was almost covered in cold sweat. He looked at the soldier and shouted, "How dare you!"

He appeared in front of the soldier, then looked back at Qin Xuan and smiled awkwardly.

"Qingdi!"

The soldier was startled and immediately stepped back, not taking Ning Ziyang's shout seriously.

"Hello, Chief!"

Ning Ziyang's public identity in China was a general, so it was convenient for these soldiers to have seen him before. There were often many big shots coming to Wangquan Mountain, so the soldiers knew Ning Ziyang.

Ning Ziyang would not pay attention to the soldier, but looked at Qin Xuan nervously.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him that would not allow him to retreat.

"Chief, you cannot let us go without orders from the top!"

The soldier looked calm and saluted, but his shout was louder than before, like thunder.