Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The words were astonishing.

Qin Xuan's eyes were still calm. The so-called cultivation world was like an inch of land under the mountain that was millions of feet high.

The so-called Mahayana Supreme was nothing more than a tiny speck of dust under this inch of land.

He had already stood on the top of the mountain that was millions of feet high.

How could the dust under the mountain be in his eyes?

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. Huantian, the Mahayana Supreme of the cultivation world, an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years to cover the sky and avoid disasters, in his eyes...

Too weak!

Huantian's eyes shook violently. Coming from the top of the fairyland, the boundless fairyland respects me as the supreme!

These few words were like the triple thunder tribulation, with millions of wind and thunder sweeping through his chest.

However, after a moment of shock, Huantian's heart had calmed down.

"Ridiculous!"

"You are from the immortal land? A banished immortal?" Huantian said in a heavy voice, "How can the immortal land exist and be reborn in this world of cultivation? Looking back at the past billions of years, no immortal has ever been reborn in the world of cultivation."

"Do you think that you can shake my mind with your wild words?"

Huantian's eyes were cold, "If you really come from the immortal land, why do you need me to do it? The heavenly law and reincarnation have already blasted you into nothingness!"

Qin Xuan smiled leisurely and was too lazy to argue.

What about the heavenly law? He has already surpassed the so-called rules of the immortal world.

The woman in the long river of time helped him cross, which is no longer bound by the rules of the heavenly law.

It's not that he can't, but that he dares not!

For him in the past, or for the woman in the long river of time, it is not difficult to kill the sky and change the way.

"Today, I want to see what you are all about!" Huantian suddenly spoke, and the Heaven-breaking Immortal Talisman flashed with a terrifying luster, "I want to thank you. I thought I could only possess the body of a cultivator who has reached the state of transformation, and cultivate for another life to break the heavenly tribulation."

"If I can possess your body, which is forbidden by heaven's jealousy, I will devour your soul and inherit your heritage."

"I, Huantian, am destined to become an immortal!"

After the voice fell, Huantian had not yet condensed the seal, but in front of him, a series of runes had already appeared.

If many cultivators in the Northern Wilderness saw it, they would certainly be shocked to the extreme.

Condensing the seal in one thought, this method is no longer something that can be mastered by the God-Transforming Realm.

In front of Huantian, a magic sword crossed the sky, and strands of magic power turned into a pitch-black long sword.

The long sword was dark white, as if it was made of dragon bones, and on it, there was a trace of dragon-like veins spreading on the sword.

Huantian moved his finger slightly, and a drop of blood rushed out from his fingertips and fell on the long sword.

"Bone Sword Art, is it a dragon-shaped art?"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly. The Bone Sword Art is owned by a large divine country in the middle of Moyun Star, and it is a fifth-grade killing art of the Taoist.

Huantian used Han Xiao's blood to refine this sword, and this sword is absolutely terrifying to the extreme.

The bone sword was grim, swallowing the blood, and the moment the sword body turned blood red, like blood dripping.

Qin Xuan felt that a mysterious force was about to swallow his soul. On this bone sword, there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.

The dragon roar was obscure and gloomy, as if it came from the underworld, shaking people's souls.

"Nine veins of dragon, Nether Dragon?"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "You are worthy of being a Mahayana Supreme. You have seen the Nether Dragon and realized a little bit of the dragon's will!"

"Shut up! Even if you see through it, what's the use? With your Jindan realm, even if you are a banished immortal, you are just a humble ant now!" Huantian's voice was hoarse, and it could be heard that he was exhausted.

"Well!"

Qin Xuan's expression gradually calmed down, "You have lived for an extra 100,000 years, it's time to disperse!"

He looked at the bone sword killing technique leisurely.

Suddenly, the golden battle pattern on his body lit up, and his eyes were like a golden sun across the sky at this moment. The 729-inch golden leaves in his body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into nothingness.

On Qin Xuan's body, the essence turned into a golden sea, and the strange phenomenon covered the world.

"Battle Body!?"

Huantian smiled coldly, with a slight mockery on his demonic face, "I want to see what kind of battle body can resist my Nether Dragon's will, the Bone Sword Killing Technique!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bright red bone sword carrying the dragon's will in front of him suddenly shot out.

In just a moment, it appeared in front of Qin Xuan, an inch in front of his eyebrows.

Boom!

Suddenly, the bone sword stopped, and one hand grasped the sword blade. Even if the bone sword screamed, it could not get any closer.

Qin Xuan's right arm almost turned into a brilliant gold at this moment, as if it was made of gold. On his shoulder blade, dragon patterns spread out and entered his palm. Each dragon pattern was very mysterious and complicated, magnified billions of times. There were many runes hidden in it, which did not look like humanities, but more like from the vast ancient times.

Qin Xuan held the bone sword in his hand, feeling the will of the Nether Dragon rushing into his arm. The dragon's will contained the power of decay, and even mixed with the death energy from Han Xiao's body. Qin Xuan's palm was even eroded by the dragon's will and was close to withering.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a dragon roar sounded from Qin Xuan's arm.

The dragon roar was high and low., Haozheng, Yingui...

It was as if nine dragons were chanting together and converging into one. From Qin Xuan's arm, a series of dragon intentions suddenly emerged.

The dragon intentions became strange images, with five claws of a golden dragon, a coiled green dragon, a blue dragon like a vein, and a candle dragon lying in the sun...

On Qin Xuan's arm, nine dragons emerged. This was the first time that Qin Xuan used the true magical power of the Nine Dragons.

In the past, its form was wonderful, but it was unintentional, like a dragon without eyes!

Nine dragons soared into the sky, and the dragon intentions shocked the world. The entire ninth floor of Tianxiao Pavilion was shaking.

The mere intention of the Nether Dragon had already disappeared in the moment when the Nine Dragons appeared.

Huantian's body shook, and the face covered by the Broken Heaven and Immortal Scroll showed too much disbelief.

The Nine Veins of the Dragon are rare in the world of cultivation!

He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and had just seen a Mahayana Nether Dragon. Wherever he passed, the stars turned into nothingness.

In Huantian's life, he had never known anyone who could see the Nine Dragons, let alone imagine that someone could carry the Nine Dragons.

Boom!

The bone sword shattered silently, and Qin Xuan slowly walked towards Huantian, with slow steps.

"I never like to kill people in my life, and I still have a glimmer of hope!"

Qin Xuan spoke calmly, and his right arm slowly fell down, and the nine dragons hovered quietly above Qin Xuan's head.

"Huantian, I have given you a way to live, but you are seeking death!"

Qin Xuan looked indifferent, "What's funny is that you think you can defeat me just because you were the Supreme."

Huantian's eyes shook violently, and he once again condensed his magic, and the clouds and mist became illusions, and he went to kill Qin Xuan.

The golden elixir in Qin Xuan's body moved again, and three thousand golden elixirs turned together, and the seal emerged.

"The Xuantian Seal, its creator is Xuantian Supreme, who passed the heavenly tribulation a million years ago and entered the immortal land, and is ranked among the three thousand true immortals in the five immortal realms!"

Boom!

The Xuantian Seal turned, blasting through the clouds and mist, revealing the figure of Qin Xuan.

Before Qin Xuan's voice fell, a mountain appeared in front of Huantian, crushing across the sky, as if suppressing everything.

The Xuantian Seal in Qin Xuan's hand dissipated, and was replaced by the Purple Thunder Palm.

"The Purple Thunder Palm is the core magical power of the Tianfa Lei Sect. Its creator is Tianfa Lei Zun, who passed the heavenly tribulation and became an immortal 700,000 years ago. He is one of the eighty-one golden immortals who control the Tianlei Mirror in the five immortal realms."

Qin Xuan's voice came from the horizontal movement of the mountain, and black thunder filled his palm, and the energy of the sky thunder exploded like a dragon.

Boom boom boom...

Black thunders rose into the sky and bombarded the mountain.

In just a few breaths, those mountains had shattered and turned into nothingness.

Huantian's face turned pale again, and there was even a trace of shock in his eyes, and even a trace of fear and horror.

"Don't talk nonsense and try to shake my mind!"

Qin Xuan's expression was calm, nine dragons soared on his body, and his arms were shining with gold.

Huantian Supreme suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood essence, which was like a knife, containing death energy. It was only the size of a palm, but even the True Lord would be injured. Even Qin Xuan felt a chill in his throat.

At the moment when the blood essence flying knife flashed, Qin Xuan raised his arm and slapped the flying knife into powder like slapping a fly.

"Nine Dragons Soar, one of the nine fighting styles! The original creator was the Fighting Buddha in the world of cultivation, and later the Changqing Supreme in the world of cultivation completed it, smelting the nine dragons and destroying the stars with his fist."

"Its creator, the Fighting Buddha, passed the heavenly tribulation three thousand years later and entered the immortal land. Ten thousand years later, he became the leader of the 100,000 golden immortals under the Qing Emperor Palace in the five major immortal domains, and ranked as a half-emperor. As for the Changqing Supreme..."

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, "He once cultivated in the world of cultivation for a thousand years to pass the heavenly tribulation and become an immortal, and ten thousand years to become an emperor. He is the master of the five major immortal domains in the immortal land, and is called the Qing Emperor!"

"For..."

"The first person in the immortal world!"

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Xuan had walked three steps away from the Huantian Supreme. He looked at Huantian with a leisurely look in his eyes.

"In terms of background, you are just a supreme master!"

"In terms of magical powers, what you display is just a tiny thing!"

"In terms of strength, I can also beat you with the perfect golden elixir!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Huantian, you are the most ridiculous!"

"Shake your mind? With you, a Mahayana cultivator, are you worthy of me, Qin Changqing?"

He looked at Huantian's trembling eyes, almost unbelievable Huantian.

"I don't believe it, you die!"

At this moment, Huantian has gone completely crazy. His heart is like a mirror, knowing that if he leaves anything behind, he will die!

It's as if he had survived three tribulations in the past, and knew clearly that if he survived the fourth tribulation, he would definitely die.

Huantian roared, and Tianxiao Pavilion suddenly shook at this moment. At the top of Tianxiao Pavilion, a light lit up, and the restrictions of the entire Tianxiao Pavilion bloomed at this moment.

The ninth-level cultivators all looked up, shocked and looking at the shaking of Tianxiao Pavilion, not knowing what was happening.

Huantian roared: "I want to see who you are!"

His eyes seemed to be looking down at the world at this moment, even the stars seemed to beTrembling.

Supreme Thought!

At the last moment, he no longer used the Supreme Thought to suppress the spirit of the Tianxiao Pavilion, but used all of it. Even the Heaven-breaking Immortal Scroll on his body began to crack. If he used all of the Supreme Thought, it might be difficult to cover the way of heaven.

But at this moment, Huantian did not hesitate at all.

Qin Xuan's eyes were still calm, and he allowed the vast Supreme Thought to enter his sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw that in the boundless sea of ​​consciousness, the divine tree was millions of feet tall, and each leaf was like a star.

Under this millions of feet divine tree, a figure, only eight feet tall, appeared in it.

Huantian held a long sword in his hand. He was full of murderous intent and wanted to fight Qin Xuan's divine thought with the Supreme Thought.

But when he appeared in Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, when he saw the millions of feet divine tree, he was stunned.

The long sword in his hand fell silently into the sea under his feet and turned into ashes.

On the top of the sacred tree, a figure, with white hair like snow, moved with the breeze.

Hundreds of millions of feet away, Qin Xuan looked down at Huantian's supreme thoughts.

"So, do you understand?"

"Although you are the supreme, it's a pity that no one can defeat me!"

The voice sounded slowly, coming from all directions.

Suddenly, a leaf fell from the sacred tree, just one leaf.

Boom!

It fell like a mountain, landing on Huantian.

"I don't believe it..."

"You, you, you..."

Huantian Supreme was completely desperate at this moment. He looked at the leaf covering the sky, but he couldn't even think of resisting.

Like a speck of dust compared to a sacred mountain!

There is a world of difference!