Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Qin Changqing!"

Han Yu gritted his teeth, his throat trembled slightly, and his eyes showed endless coldness.

Qin Xuan turned around, smiled with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go!"

He stepped and went straight to the seventh floor, not caring about the woman's shy and crazy expression.

Qin Xuan's smile disappeared the moment he stepped into the seventh floor.

The seventh floor was paved with gold and stone, and what caught his eye were decayed puppets.

"Puppets?"

Qin Xuan looked at the puppets that had many terrifying hairs and looked like monsters.

Originally, they were as beautiful as flowers, but now they were hideous and hateful.

Like that beautiful woman in the world, after a long time, she finally became a dry bone.

There are three thousand ways and billions of disasters in the world, but the most terrifying thing is the word "time".

If you can't defeat time, you will eventually become rotten soil.

Qin Xuan stared at the decaying puppets without hesitation. He watched for dozens of breaths before he took a step forward.

With just one step, the puppet closest to him awakened like a ferocious beast.

The green-haired palm was like a heavenly sword, and it slashed towards Qin Xuan in an instant.

Qin Xuan's eyes were cold. He had seen the horror of this puppet on the fog bridge in the past. If it were not for the restriction, even a great cultivator of the upper level of the spirit transformation would be injured.

Qin Xuan's figure turned to the side to avoid the palm. Immediately, he used the purple thunder palm, the jade hand, and flicked his fingers lightly.

Boom!

The finger flicked on the wrist of the puppet, and in an instant the puppet's palm fell to the ground, then annihilated and turned into ashes.

But what followed was the puppet's violent attack, elbows, head, legs...

At this moment, the puppet was like a war weapon.

"A sixth-grade war puppet, guarding this level is really troublesome!"

Qin Xuan sighed, his hand was like thunder, and in an instant, it pierced through the chest of the puppet, and a spirit crystal emerged from his palm.

Most of the spirit crystal had been consumed, but it was also a sixth-grade, rare thing.

Qin Xuan's eyes swept across the puppets, a total of 49, including seven returning to the void puppets.

If it weren't for the decay of time, I'm afraid Qin Xuan would have retreated.

As the spirit crystal was taken out, the puppet in front of him turned into ashes and disappeared.

Suddenly, blood lines appeared on Qin Xuan's body, and his body was like a mad dragon, rushing straight into the remaining 48 puppets.

Boom!

Qin Xuan stepped on his feet, his hands swept the cold light, and in just a moment, he pierced through the hearts of two puppets.

Following it, the sound of rotting wood creaked.

The remaining 46 puppets all moved, and they came towards Qin Xuan like phantoms.

"Nixuan Sword Art!"

The Eternal Sword suddenly appeared in Qin Xuan's hand, accompanied by his light shout.

Ten thousand swords crossed the sky, like a rainstorm, bombarding the remaining puppets.

Boom boom boom...

Endless roars sounded like thunder, resounding in the seventh floor of Tianxiao Pavilion. After the ten thousand swords fell, the Eternal Sword suddenly uttered a sword chant and returned to his hand leisurely.

I saw that the sword marks on these puppets were densely packed, but none of them were damaged.

"Kill!"

Qin Xuan held the Eternal Sword, his blue eyes were clear, and he shouted.

As the sword intent on his body soared to the sky, the vast clear rain cleansed the world and fell on the puppets.

It was like drizzles falling on rotten wood, silently, and fine holes appeared on the puppets.

Ding-dong, ding-dong...

Pieces of spiritual crystals fell from the puppets and landed on the metal and stone, making a crisp sound.

In an instant, only seven puppets remained out of the forty-nine puppets.

The skin of the seven humanoid combat puppets was like decay, turning into ashes one by one, revealing the purple wood under the skin.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven puppets, with a sharp light in his eyes.

The seven Return to Void puppets are absolutely invincible.

However, fortunately, the Return to Void puppet has no owner, and it will not move as long as it is not involved in its attack range.

But...

Qin Xuan looked at the metal and stone gate in the center of the seven Return to Void puppets, his eyes slightly solemn.

In the world of cultivation, the Nascent Soul gathers the Yuan Shen and condenses the Yuan Ying, while the Return to Void can use the Yuan Shen to leave the body and travel thousands of miles in the starry sky, and even enter the legendary virtual world, communicate with all things, and gain enlightenment through this.

Not to mention the mysteriousness of the soul flying out of the body and roaming the stars, even at this level, one can use his own magic power to borrow the way of heaven and earth. Among them, the geniuses can even use the way to cut the sun and the moon, and the soft grass can fall to the stars.

The life span is even beyond ten thousand years, and the extreme ones can live for 30,000 years.

Qin Xuan took a deep breath. Although these seven puppets could not have souls, their puppets themselves contained the law of Tao.

If he wanted to pass without damage...

It's difficult!

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and suddenly, he moved.

The Eight Desolate Battle Body was used, and the green ze under his feet evolved and turned into a golden color, like a dragon with power, breaking through the sky.

With Qin Xuan's footsteps, boom!

The gold and stone under his feet were about to crack, and turned into powder, annihilated by his step.

Immediately, Qin Xuan's voice seemed to disappear. If the speed was slowed down a hundred times, he could be seen between the two Return to Void War Puppet.

Silently, the eyes of the two War Puppet lit up, and like ordinary people, their eyeballs turned and locked onto Qin Xuan's body.

Suddenly, before Qin Xuan could react, the palms of the two War Puppet had already slapped down.

One palm contained a dense flame, and the flame was three colors, red, moon white, and dark gold.

Samadhi True Fire!

Samadhi True Fire of the Great Perfection Realm!

Before, Qin Xuan only burned the mana, spirit, and form Samadhi True Fire in his body to break the True Lord's Yuanshen. Now facing this Great Perfection Samadhi True Fire, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Slow!

Qin Xuan's thoughts turned like lightning, and his mind was calm. After all, his strength was too low. It was a bit unrealistic to want to break through the attack of the Return to Void War Puppet with the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Realm.

When the palm fell, Qin Xuan twisted his body suddenly, and unexpectedly avoided it by several inches at this limit.

Only two fingers, half of the palm slapped on Qin Xuan's shoulder.

Boom!

In just a moment, Qin Xuan's face suddenly flushed, and his bones and blood seemed to be ignited.

Not only that, the other palm fell on Qin Xuan's back like the netherworld.

Qin Xuan's eyes fell, and his eyes condensed.

The power of Xuanyin and Suming!

There are nine grades of magical powers in the world of cultivation. Samadhi True Fire can barely be classified as the sixth grade Yang, which is the sixth grade of Yang. Then Xuanyin and Suming are the extreme cold where Yin and Yang meet, which is more difficult to deal with than Samadhi True Fire.

Qin Xuan felt that his whole body was about to lose control at this moment. He shouted in his heart, and the Eternal Evergreen Art was running.

The Dantian sacred tree, the golden branches and jade leaves trembled together, and the three thousand golden pills turned wildly, resisting the cold and extinguishing the fire, like three thousand streams turning into a long river, impacting the sun and the moon.

In the meantime, Qin Xuan barely regained a little control over his body, and jumped with the remaining strength.

Boom!

He rushed into the golden and stone gate, and the whole person fell on the eighth floor. The flames on his shoulders seemed to be burning, and on his back, a dark palm print seemed to be spreading. It can be seen that the blood vessels and meridians turned black and were eroded by the mysterious Yin and Ming power.

Qin Xuan supported his body with difficulty, sat down cross-legged, and kept running the Eternal Evergreen Art.

It took him a full stick of incense to extinguish these two rootless and sourceless forces.

Behind him, flesh and blood turned into ice crystals and were shattered, revealing bones and blood, and constantly regenerating.

On the shoulders, you can see charred flesh and bones, bursts of burnt.

Qin Xuan's eyes were cold, "I'll remember this!"

He looked at the eighth floor, his voice as cold as ice.

But the world in front of him suddenly turned into Jinling on Earth.

Longchi Mountain!