Drops of phoenix blood were carried in Bixi and fell into Qin Xuan's lips.
Time has passed, and it has been four full years since Qin Xuan entered this place.
This time, Qin Xuan was severely injured. Even if the Eighth Level True Immortal has an evergreen body that defies the heavens, it is inherited from the Great Emperor. However, being a True Immortal and bearing the power of a saint is enough to disgrace him in the eyes of some geniuses in the immortal world.
Shock.
The difference between the ninth level of the True Immortal, the eighth level of Da Luo, and the sixth level of Hunyuan is far beyond that of heaven and earth.
Just as Qin Xuan said in the past, a true immortal killing Hunyuan is no different than an ant shaking the sky.
The world is so vast that a strong wind can destroy ants, and the ants can shake the sky. How difficult is it?
In the eyes of sentient beings in the immortal world, it is almost unimaginable.
Even Qin Xuan, who had been sleeping for four years and nourished himself with the blood of the Hunyuan Phoenix, had never fully recovered.
However, those horrific cracks on his body that were enough to show the bones have almost recovered, with only faint traces of indifference.
As for how seriously Qin Xuan suffered inside, I am afraid only Qin Xuan himself knows.
For four years, Bixi carried the phoenix blood on his back and almost consumed all the phoenix blood.
In four years, Biyi also completely refined the sun-swallowing golden phoenix into Da Luo Ten Thousand Beast Wine.
There were a thousand cups of Da Luo Ten Thousand Beasts Wine. As the Phoenix blood was used up, Bixi took out Da Luo Ten Thousand Beasts Wine and put it into Qin Xuan's mouth bit by bit.
Qin Xuan's eyes were still closed, showing no sign of waking up.
The Eternal Sword Spirit is also communicating with Biyi, with some worries in his eyes.
…
In the fairy world, the lone figure from the Northern Territory who does not know where it came from has crossed the ten states of the Northern Territory and is located in the eleventh state, walking alone for a long time.
The old man's eyes were full of chaos and his hair and face were unkempt, like a traveler covered in dust.
Two years later, in the northern region of the fairy world, the Xiao family.
In the old Stone Sword Immortal City, the Xiao family, an eighth-level clan, now suffered nine-tenths of its members' damage, and finally returned in front of the Xiao family.
"Descendants of Xiao Fuyun, please return to your ancestors!"
Xiao Xun, Xiao Ningxue and others were full of sorrow, even with tears in their eyes, looking at the Xiao family's door.
This is a cliff canyon, ten thousand feet deep and nine thousand miles long.
Its sound slowly spread out and echoed in the canyon.
At the end of this canyon, there are three giant swords, which are as high as 30,000 feet, standing in the sky and earth.
On top of the three giant swords, there are chains that run through the palaces.
On one of the giant swords, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.
This man looks like a young man, with a thin body, high hanging black hair, a face as sharp as a knife, and eyebrows as sharp as swords.
In front of him, there was a sword standing diagonally on top of this huge sword, only three feet long, like a mote of dust in the mountains.
As the voices of Xiao Xun and others slowly came, the man's eyes slowly opened.
"Xiao Fuyun!?"
The young man murmured, and turned his head to look at the end of the Nine Thousand Miles Canyon.
The voices of Xiao Xun and others were too weak, but this young man could hear them from a distance of nine thousand miles.
His eyes moved slightly and he looked towards where Xiao Xun and others were. Nine thousand miles away, a flash of sword intent crossed the sky.
call!
The sword intent split through the wind nine thousand miles away and suddenly landed in front of Xiao Xun and the others.
There was no sound on the ground, only one 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.
"Martial Saint's Sword Intent? Has anyone come to the Xiao family?" An old man tapped his finger, and the void became a mirror, watching Xiao Xun and others nine thousand miles away, walking slowly in the canyon.
Then, he condensed the formula in his hand and seemed to be making deductions.
"Left to the descendants of Tianbei!"
The old man murmured softly, looked at Xiao Xun and the others, and sighed softly, "That's it!"
Immediately, the old man gave the order to arrange for Xiao Xun and others...
Return to your ancestors!
…
Four more years later, in the fairy world, in the Western Region.
In a large Buddhist temple, there is a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in a huge space vortex.
He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the ascending creatures in the large temple in front of him and on the Immortal Platform.
In his eyes, a monk dressed in white slowly opened his eyes.
With calm and deep eyes, he looked at the Immortal Monk Kowting in the Courtyard and stood up to salute.
The monk threw a piece of Buddha jade and it landed in front of the monk in white.
The monk in white looked into it with his spiritual thoughts, and then he put away the Buddha jade.
"Southern Territory, Aluofu Land!"
"Xian Calendar, year 718, August 9th!"
"There are differences between immortals and mortals, even the calendars are very different!"
The monk in white murmured softly, turned around and looked outside the temple, at the vast sky, filled with golden clouds, and ten great suns across the sky.
"If we talk about the calendar, my little friend should have ascended around 706. In the fairy world, there is a difference of twelve years!"
He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes deeply, and finally waited quietly aside, waiting to be greeted by the immortal monk to lead the way.
…
Time flies, and the fairy land changes.
Under this Long Desert, Qin Xuan seemed to have forgotten everything outside him.
Even all the wine from Daluo Ten Thousand Beasts was put into Qin Xuan's mouth. There was no more wine in Daluo Xuanlong Gourd.
Qin Xuan still had no intention of waking up, and Bixi did not enter the Great Luo Xuanlong Gourd.
Faintly, there seemed to be a long sigh, slowly spreading under the desert.
In Longmo, located about 100 miles away from Qinxuan, a treasure car was driving slowly.
The car is Daluo's third-level immortal treasure. It is not enough but it contains all the magical powers.
Around the car, there were four guards, their faces full of vigilance and their voices restrained.
Each of the guards is a third-level golden immortal of Da Luo, wearing brown armor, the same color as the desert wind and sand.
Behind the escort car, there was a man with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips.
He followed the sacred chariot and moved forward unhurriedly.
As time went by, after one stick of incense, the sacred vehicle passed about a hundred miles.
At this moment, a guard suddenly raised his hand and looked ahead.
"No! It's Long Desert Storm!"
"Be careful, protect Miss Luo!"
The expressions of the four guards changed slightly. They did not dare to use Da Luo's power for fear of attracting the attention of some terrifying creatures deep in the Dragon Desert.
The man behind the magic car couldn't help but smile.
"It's just a little breeze, why panic!"
"Just wait for me to come and break this breeze for Miss Luo!"
A bead appeared in the man's hand. The bead was completely green, and there were hints of vague immortality intertwined around it.
Immediately, accompanied by the strong wind, the man threw the bead into the air.
boom!
A storm was sweeping across, but within three feet of the sacred chariot, everything was calm. At that moment, the beads were like calming the violent wind.
The four Da Luo Jinxian raised their heads and looked at the green bead, with a flash of shock in their eyes, and some showed envy.
Daluo's five-turn immortal treasure, the Qiankun Fengfengzhu!
To them, this treasure was extremely valuable, but this man could throw it away at will.
In this storm, the man smiled proudly.
"Not to mention this mere Fengfengzhu, even if the Great Luo Eighth-Rank Immortal Beast is in front, I will protect Miss Luo from the wind and rain!" He looked into the magical car, but there was no trace of anything inside.
The sound came out.
The man didn't take it seriously and smiled proudly, as if he regarded the storm in Long Desert as if it was nothing.
At this moment, one of the guards seemed to notice something.
"Be careful!" His expression changed slightly and he looked at the man.
"Why should you be careful? Even if the storm were twice as big, it would still be difficult to break my Qiankun Wind-fixing Pearl." The man was full of pride and looked at the Daluo guard who made a sound with his hands behind his hands.
At this moment, a shadow fell from the sky and landed on the man's head.
There was only a scream left next to the sacred car, and the man fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
There is a figure on his body, many of his clothes are damaged, and that...