In Longba's body, Qin Xuan sat cross-legged in seclusion, transporting all the anti-cang holy power in his body into the ink monument.|Love Reading l○veueducum|

Qin Xuan's body, including his origin, was almost eroded by death at this moment.

In the Dantian world, the white clothes were sitting cross-legged, but now she was ashamed and she had no trace of anger.

Including the origin realm, all the ancestral powers seem to have fallen into decline.

The heaven and earth are also decayed, and the sun and the moon are also transformed into dust!

Only the Dark Treasure Realm seems that because of the ancient monument, I have been completely swallowed by this filthy power of the mortal world.

Lu Yan and others were also wiped out because of this, but Qin Xuan is unable to protect himself now, even if he has the will, he is powerless.

The ancient stele almost swallowed up all the power of Ni Cang, and the endless dead energy turned into a long river of dead energy in this dark treasure world, gradually entering the ancient stele.

Qin Xuan's consciousness was almost corroded by the dead energy, until Qin Xuan's origin completely lost its vitality. The bottom of the Great Zhou Divine Furnace furnace that had always existed but had never moved suddenly rose.

This is the ancient emperor's army, which slowly emerged. When something happened, the death energy around him was faintly in chaos.

Longba noticed it, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out the Great Zhou Divine Furnace. It glanced at the Great Zhou Divine Furnace, but didn't care.

The terrifying thing about the Great Zhou Divine Fortress is the devouring luck and fate, but this is Tianxu. The luck and fate above the heavens are not of use in this Tianxu.

Even this Great Zhou Divine Furnace is just a piece of magic weapon made of ancient emperor weapons at this moment, without the real power of imperial weapons.

Long Ba looked at the bottom of the furnace, slapped it with a palm, and inlaid the bottom of the furnace under the cold shallow water.

Then, it continued to lie down, waiting for the refinement of all the ancient monuments.

In its perception, Qin Xuan had fallen and there was no chance of victory.

Under the erosion of the filthy power of the Essence, a mere god-level creature was as weak as an ant.

"When the ancient stele is transformed, it will be the time for real refining!"

"Ancestor Xia, Ancestor Xia! When I refine this ancient monument and break through this human holy imperial city, who can match me in the entire ancient continent??"

Its eyes were not proud, but the surging anger was suppressed in this human holy imperial city for millions of years, just to nourish the filthy power.

It is just a tool, a tool to nourish the filthy power.

But it is precisely because of this that it has grown to this point.

Once it reaches the ancient level, it will not be afraid of the Xia ancestor, master the ancient monument, and circulate the ancient continent in an arrogant way.

As if accompanied by the movement of ambition, the filthy power in its body poured into Qin Xuan's body again.

It washed away Qin Xuan's ancestral body, entered his Dantian world, and poured into the dark treasure world into the ancient monument.

As for Qin Xuan, his mind and consciousness were almost in a silence like death.

The soul and Qin Xuan's origin have completely fallen into a state of death, which is equivalent to the real soul scattered.

However, his consciousness was still there, not only there, but also entered the ancient stele.

Qin Xuan knew very well that he could not defeat Long Ba, who was at the peak of the second ancient level.

The Great Zhou Divine Furnace is also difficult to protect in this law world that is completely different from the nine heavens and ten earths.

Only this ancient monument can keep him for the last touch of life.

In the ancient stele, Qin Xuan carries endless dead energy, including the power of the saint of the Cang and the power of the heavenly demon. He seems to be in a vortex of the three powers converging.

Desire, evil thoughts, and death thoughts continued to erode his consciousness, but Qin Xuan seemed to have become accustomed to it.

Since entering the heavens, he has entered this brink of countless times

It's dead.

Even if he has taken every step carefully after repeated deductions, the risks ahead will be endless, and every step is abyss.

In this ancient monument, Qin Xuan's consciousness was as small as an ant. With a trace of immortality, he relied on a ray of immortality and surging in this ancient monument.

In the stalemate of the three forces, it is obvious that the third type of filth is becoming more and more powerful.

Qin Xuan couldn't care so much at this moment, and condensed this ray of consciousness that would be destroyed at any time.

In this state, time is infinitely long.

Even in Qin Xuan's heart, there was a hint of giving up.

"Everyone in the world suffers, it's better to sleep forever in a dream!"

Over the long years, Qin Xuan has never given up even in that long river of time. Now, this thought arose in Qin Xuan's mind.

This thought will be like a maggot attached to the bone.

Qin Xuan had a clear mirror in his heart. In the end, this thought would lead to a disaster that would lead to his death, but at this moment, he became increasingly unable to control himself.

But suddenly, Jun Wushuang and others appeared in his eyes.

Everyone's figure made him realize it. He saw Jun Wushuang, Mo Qinglian and other women who saw the immortal city of Changsheng, Qin Hao, alone, walking in the desolate world, saw Qin Qinglan, pursed his lips beside Luo Fuxian, saw Qin Hongyi, red-clothed Lielie, and Qin Ling'er

The figure of every old friend gradually disintegrated the thought of death in Qin Xuan's heart.

Finally, consciousness regained, and Qin Xuan's heart was shocked.

"You are carrying a thousand pounds of burden, how dare you not wake up from a big dream!"

"Qin Changqing, just a filthy power of the darkness, you have two lives and countless death realms, and this thought will arise!"

"It's so ridiculous. Look back and see who are they looking forward to in the Immortal City of Eternal Life!?"

"Who can they have to rely on except you in the heavenly worlds??"

"You are sleeping forever in a dream!? You are not awake in a big dream!?"

Qin Xuan's heart appeared in his heart like thunder. This anger was not angry with the world, but he was angry without fighting.

In the ancient stele, Qin Xuan opened his eyes slowly. The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to see a vague figure in his eyes.

"Have you died yet?"

This seems to be a man sitting cross-legged in chaos with a piano between his knees.

Qin Xuan's eyes were blurred, and he could only see a trace of the man's outline, but he seemed to have guessed who the other party was.

"Swire!"

Qin Xuan consciously recited silently, and he knew that the ancient times should be able to know.

"Why does Tianxu exist, where is the ancient road, and where is the map of the sky??"

Qin Xuan was thinking, as if he wanted to seize this small and unattainable opportunity.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he knew that the other person was looking at him.

"You are suitable to inherit this ancient stele, but if you make me interested, I don't want you to inherit the ancient stele."

"I'm looking forward to what consequences will be for this change of fate!"

The man's voice was like the prince and emperor playing in the world, and Qin Xuan was just a piece in a chess game in his eyes.

Suddenly, the man seemed to be looking at something, and the next moment, the man's face changed.

Qin Xuan's eyes were blurred, but he seemed to see that the world behind the man had cracked open, and a sword light flew out from the world and entered the man's back.

The man seemed to have never thought that he had not been injured. He just looked back and saw something flowing in the cracks in the world.

"You want to change his fate too!"

"If you dare to change, I will cross these two long rivers, beginning and end, and take you."

A voice in Qin Xuan's ear

It disappeared and was hard to hear again, and the blurred eyes gradually became clear.

Instead, in front of him, there is a rune.

This is an ancient talisman similar to a tree, with branches and fruits of nine different colors.

But Qin Xuan's thoughts were not on this ancient talisman, and what he saw and heard in his mind was lingering.
Chapter completed!