In the darkness, the white clothes were broken.

Drops of phoenix blood on the face are scattered and horned.

As time goes by, it has been four years since Qin Xuan entered it.

This time, Qin Xuan was injured too seriously. Even if the Eighth Heaven of True Immortal is in the eternal green body against the sky, it is inherited by the emperor. However, with the body of the True Immortal, with the power of the saint, it is enough to shock him to the eyes of some geniuses in the fairy world.

The difference between the nine heavens of the true immortals, the eight transformations of the Daluo, and the sixth realm of Hunyuan is far from heaven and earth.

Just as Qin Xuan said in the past, the true immortal slashed Hunyuan is like an ant shaking the sky.

The vastness of the world, a strong wind can destroy ants. How difficult is it to ants shake the sky?

In the eyes of all living beings in the fairy world, it is almost unimaginable.

Even Qin Xuan had been sleeping for four years and nourished himself with Hunyuan Phoenix Blood, but he had never completely recovered.

However, the cracks on his body that were hideous and terrifying, enough to see the bones had recovered almost the same, and there were only traces of indifferentness in vaguely.

As for how severe Qin Xuan suffered, I'm afraid only Qin Xuan himself knew.

Four years, the curtain tamp searches for the tamper and the capsule is choked

In the fourth year, Liebukuan fought with pikes and carved acne veils and licked larvae beer

A full thousand cups of big beast wine, accompanied by the phoenix blood, the curtains are exhausted, the larvae is tired, the legs are scattered, the horns are scattered, the posthumous

Qin Xuan's eyes were still closed, and there was no sign of awakening.

The eternal sword spirit is also in harmony with the cold and low apricot

...

In the fairy world, the lonely shadow from the northern region, which has spanned the ten states of the northern region, located in the eleventh state, walking alone.

The old man's eyes were full of chaos and disheveled faces, like a traveler, full of dust.

Two years later, the northern region of the Immortal Realm and the Xiao family.

In the past, the Xiao family of the eighth-class clan was injured by nine out of ten people, and finally returned to the front of the Xiao family.

"Descendants of Xiao Fuyun, please return to your ancestors!"

Xiao Xun, Xiao Ningxue and others were filled with sadness, and even with tears in their eyes, they looked at the Xiao family's family.

This is a cliff canyon, which is as deep as a foot and as long as nine thousand miles.

The sound slowly came out of this canyon and echoed.

At the end of this canyon, there are three giant swords, which are 30,000 feet high, standing in this world.

There are chains above the three giant swords that run through the palaces and halls.

On one of the giant swords, a figure sat cross-legged.

This person looks young, with thin body, black hair hanging high, face as sharp as a knife, eyebrows as swords.

In front of him, a sword stood slanted above the giant sword, only three feet tall, like dust in the great mountain.

As the voices of Xiao Xun and others came slowly, the person's eyes slowly opened.

"Xiao Fuyun!?"

Qing Young murmured, and he turned to look at the end of the nine thousand-mile canyon.

Xiao Xun and others' voices were too weak, but this young man could hear it nine thousand miles apart.

His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at where Xiao Xun and others were. Nine thousand miles away, a sword intent spread across the sky.

call!

The sword intent split the wind nine thousand miles, and it suddenly fell in front of Xiao Xun and others.

There was no sound on the ground, only a word appeared in front of Xiao Xun and others.

"allow!"

The young man closed his eyes again, but many people in the Xiao family opened their eyes.

"The Sword Intention of the Martial Saint? Has anyone come to the Xiao family?" An old man tapped his finger, and the void turned into a mirror. He looked at Xiao Xun and others who were walking slowly in the canyon nine thousand miles away.

Then, the Condensation Art in his hand seemed to be deducing.

"Left to the descendants of Tianbei!"

The old man murmured softly, looked at Xiao Xun and others, and sighed softly, "Forget it!"

Immediately, the old man ordered Xiao Xun and others to...

Return to the ancestors!

...

Four years later, in the fairy world, in the Western Regions.

In a Buddhist temple, there is a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in a huge whirlpool of space.

His eyes opened slightly, and he looked at the several creatures ascended from the big temple ahead and the immortal platform.

In his eyes, a monk in white slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were calm and deep, and he looked at the immortal monk who knocked on the court and stood up to salute.

The monk threw out a Buddha jade and landed it in front of the monk in white.

The monk in white sarcasm entered it, and then he put away the Buddha jade.

"Southern Region, Arof Land!"

"Xian Li, 718, August 9!"

"There are differences between immortals and mortals, and even the calendar is very different!"

The monk in white murmured lightly, turned around and looked outside the temple. The vast sky was filled with golden clouds, and ten great suns were spreading across the sky.

"If you talk about calendar, I should have ascended to the age of 706, and there is a twelve year difference in the fairy world!"

He took a deep breath, his eyes drooped deep, and finally waited quietly by the side, waiting to lead the immortal monk to lead the way.

...

Time flies, and the immortal earth changes.

Under this dragon and mist, Qin Xuan seemed to have forgotten something outside his body.

Liang licked the larvae and poor, and his legs were scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school was scattered, and his posthumous school

Qin Xuan still didn't wake up, and he licked the rime with locusts and sauce.

There seemed to be a long sigh in vaguely, slowly spreading under the desert.

Inside Longmo, located about a hundred miles from Qinxuan, a treasure car is slowly driving.

The car is the Daluo Sanzhuan Xianbao, but it is not enough but it restrains all the magical things.

Around the car, there were four guards, full of vigilance and restrained their voices.

Each guard is a Daluo Sanzhuan Jinxian, wearing brown armor, the same color as the wind and sand of the desert.

Behind this escort car, there was a man with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips.

He followed this magic car and moved forward without any rush.

As time passed, after a stick of incense, the magic car passed by about a hundred miles.

At this moment, a guard suddenly raised his hand and looked ahead.

"No! It's Longmo Storm!"

"Be careful and protect Miss Luo!"

The faces of the four guards changed slightly. They did not dare to exert the power of Daluo, for fear of attracting the attention of some terrifying creatures in the depths of Longmo.

The man behind the magic car couldn't help but smile.

"Just a little breeze, why bother panic!"

"When I come to break this breeze for Miss Luo!"

A bead appeared in the man's hand, which was all green and surrounded by a touch of obscure fairy paths.

Immediately, with the strong wind coming, the man threw the bead into the air.

boom!

The storm swept across, but within three feet of this magic car, the wind was calm. At that moment, the beads were like a strong wind.

The four Daluo Jinxian looked up at the blue pearl, and a trace of shock flashed through his eyes, and some people showed envy.

Daluo Five-Turn Immortal Treasure, Qiankun Dingfeng Pearl!

For them, this treasure is extremely valuable, but this man can throw it out at will.

In the storm, the man smiled proudly.
To be continued...