Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The young man looked indifferent, wearing a golden robe, with an ordinary face, but revealing a sense of coldness and arrogance.

In the world of cultivation, those with powerful magic weapons have weapon spirits, and their intelligence is like that of humans.

Magic weapons are immortal, and weapon spirits are immortal.

Qin Xuan looked at the young man. As the weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion, this young man's life span is so strong that it is terrifying.

One hundred thousand years ago, Han Xiao entered the forbidden land of Beihuang. Now a hundred thousand years have passed. Not to mention the great power of Hedao, even the Mahayana Supreme will decay.

But this weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion is still intact.

"You, hurt Huantian!" The young man spoke faintly, and the voice seemed to come from all directions.

Although the voice was ruthless, like a cold machine, a hint of surprise could be heard from his words.

Jindan realm can actually hurt the Supreme Mind.

It's too incredible. At least, this young man has never seen such an incredible scene since he was born and followed Han Xiao all his life.

Qin Xuan looked at the spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion calmly, "I hurt his Supreme Thought, but he is a Mahayana Supreme after all, and he even survived three tribulations. Time, you and I only have half an incense stick of time, which is already the limit!"

A mere spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion is just a bird in a cage. Even the Mahayana Supreme Qin Xuan does not take it seriously, let alone this spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion.

The young man looked at Qin Xuan without moving his eyes, and fell into silence.

"As I expected, now on the ninth floor of Tianxiao Pavilion, it is not your master Han Xiao, right?" Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "For 100,000 years, you have been trapped in this secret realm, locked by the gourd mountain, and suppressed by the Supreme Thought. Although you are the spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion, you may not even be as good as the guy on the ninth floor in controlling Tianxiao Pavilion."

Hearing this, the young man stared at Qin Xuan, and nodded slightly after a few breaths.

"I came here to negotiate a deal with you, and I'll give you a glimmer of hope!" Qin Xuan said slowly, "I'll destroy Huantian, avenge your master, and save you from trouble."

After the words fell, the young man's eyes trembled slightly, no longer calm.

"You can't do it!"

"He is the Supreme, you will die!"

The young man uttered two simple sentences, a mere golden elixir, but he talked about destroying the Supreme, how ridiculous.

Back then, its master Han Xiao was eventually defeated by the Supreme Huantian, fell in this secret realm, and fell into death.

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, "This is not what you worry about!"

"You only need to know that I will destroy Huantian and you will be out of trouble! As a price, I want you to enter the Tianyun Sect, and you need to be controlled by me once!"

Qin Xuan looked at the young man with indifferent eyes.

After all, he is a fourth-grade great treasure. Although he is a spirit weapon, he is also a very arrogant person.

It can be seen from the fact that he has been suppressed by the Supreme Huantian for 100,000 years without yielding, but Qin Xuan has already considered it in his mind.

Although the weapon spirit is arrogant, it has been suppressed for 100,000 years and knows how difficult it is to escape from this place.

Once Huantian gains power, it will completely become a magic weapon in Huantian's hands and be controlled by his enemies.

For Qin Xuan, although the fourth-grade powerful treasure is good, it will take at least hundreds of years for him to control it.

By then, a mere Tianxiao Pavilion will be nothing in his eyes.

His mind is flowing, once, it should be enough.

The eyes of the weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion are shining, he stares at Qin Xuan, and his dull and indifferent face has not spoken for more than ten breaths.

"Time is running out, I'll give you time to think about it!"

"If you agree, I'll swear by the way of heaven, if you don't agree!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "I'll destroy Huantian and leave you in this secret realm. It's uncertain when you can escape!"

As he said that, Qin Xuan closed his eyes and looked at the eight layers of heaven and earth.

Behind this weapon spirit is the entrance to the ninth layer, no more than ten steps away from the golden and stone door behind him.

The surrounding walls are golden and brilliant, and the entire eighth layer seems empty.

But these ten steps are enough to stop too many people.

If it weren't for his lofty immortal heart, if he was just an ordinary great cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm, it would take him a very long time to get out of this ninth layer of illusion.

For dozens of breaths, the young weapon spirit seemed to be dead silent, it seemed to be considering.

Qin Xuan didn't care. As he expected, the seventh layer of puppets and the eighth layer of illusion should all be set up by Huantian to kill him.

In Qin Xuan's opinion, Tianyun Sect and Huanyun Sect were originally of the same origin, but later separated due to a war.

If this Huantian Supreme was willing to submit to him, he could spare Huantian's life and stay in Tianyun Sect to protect Tianyun Sect.

But now, Qin Xuan smiled in his heart.

He had already given Huantian a way to live.

If Huantian was unwilling and wanted to die, then he couldn't be blamed.

So what if he was a Mahayana Supreme?

In Qin Changqing's eyes, he was just a mortal who had never set foot on the boundless fairyland.

Finally, the spirit of the weapon seemed to be a little smart, and it slowly said, "Okay!"

"But if you die or deceive me, then I would rather go find the master!" The young man's voice was stiff, but that kind of determinationThe meaning is still as if it makes people tremble.

If the spirit of the fourth-grade treasure goes crazy, at least, in Qin Xuan's eyes now, it is much more terrifying than the lingering Supreme Huantian.

"Whatever you want!" Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

The spirit of the weapon was slightly shocked, and he slowly said, "I agree to this deal. If you get out of this place, I will enter the Tianyun Sect, choose a new master, and help you once. If you break this promise, the heavenly calamity will come, and I will disappear into thin air!"

The young man spoke, and then his body gradually dissipated like clouds and smoke.

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "Little clever!"

This spirit of the weapon seems dull, but in fact it has a little mind. Choosing a new master, these four words mean that as long as he doesn't want to choose a master, then the Tianyun Sect can't do anything to him.

But Qin Xuan doesn't care. If he wants to suppress this spirit of the weapon, there are more than thousands of ways, just hand it over to the Supreme and powerful of the Tianyun Sect.

Then, Qin Xuan smiled leisurely.

"Huantian?"

"Nine-story pavilion, I have entered the eighth floor. Now, it is time to meet you, the supreme being from tens of thousands of years ago!"

His eyes were calm, as if he was not about to face a Mahayana supreme being, the top powerhouse in the cultivation world.

But a mortal!

Qin Xuan took a step, and in one step, he entered the entrance of the ninth floor.

When the scenery in front of Qin Xuan changed, a pavilion of about a hundred feet in radius appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes.

In the center of this pavilion, there was a gray cushion, on which sat a figure in purple clothes.

If you look at it, you can find that this person's appearance is somewhat similar to that of the spirit of the Tianxiao Pavilion.

It's just that this person is middle-aged, with eyes closed, like a dead object, exuding a strong aura of death.

Qin Xuan looked at this person, and he knew in his heart that this person was Han Xiao without a doubt.

Unfortunately, the flesh and blood belonged to Han Xiao, but the soul inside had already changed its owner.

Qin Xuan looked at the man and said lightly: "The Great Mahayana Supreme, Huantian!"

The figure opened his eyes slightly, and a thin line appeared. Just a ray of light, but it seemed to put Qin Xuan in a different place, and the scenery changed, as if he was facing the starry sky. In front of the stars, Qin Xuan was as small as dust, while the person in front of him was as bright as a star, wanting to swallow everything.

Qin Xuan looked at the strange scene in front of him, stood with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely.

"Submit to me, and you can live!"

"If not..."

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, looked at the pair of vast eyes, and slowly uttered a word.

"Die!"