1605. Chapter 1605 Yiren is on the side monthly ticket)
In Douzhan Buddhist Temple, Qin Xuan fell under a bodhi tree.
There are tables and chairs here. In his previous life, he often stayed here with the monk in white.
Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and Taiqing Lao Taoist, white-clothed monk and others soon appeared here.
Xiao Wu supported Duan Nian, who was almost covered in blood, like a puddle of mud.
"My little friend, you are very cruel!" Taoist Taiqing shuddered a little as he looked at Duan Nian's miserable appearance.
"Spending her life is already a kindness. If he is not Xiao Wu's teacher, what will happen if he is killed?" Qin Xuan said lightly: "If the Yichan Temple is not convinced, then the temple will be destroyed."
The sound was so wild that the white-robed monk and Taiqing Taoist shook their heads slightly.
"Have you recovered from your injuries?" The monk in white stared at Qin Xuan.
"No!" Qin Xuan shook his head slightly. He was too seriously injured and now he has only recovered his spiritual sense.
The dark clothes on the chest were slightly empty.
"But, sooner or later!" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with indifference.
He will destroy the Taixuan Holy Sect sooner or later.
"You haven't recovered from your injuries yet?" Jun Wushuang said, "I have a pill in my hand..."
"No, it's not an injury that can be healed by pills." Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, his waist shook slightly, and a pot and cup appeared.
"Sit down!" Qin Xuan said calmly, as if he was taking over the host.
However, the monk in white didn't care and sat down directly.
"Elixirs can't heal, is there anything we can do to help?" The monk in white said slowly, "They all come from their hometown, so you're welcome!"
"I won't be polite." Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and his peripheral vision glanced at Jun Wushuang's still standing figure.
"When did I become so hesitant? It's not like you!"
"Between you and me..."
"If you had known the difference so clearly, you wouldn't have stayed!" Qin Xuan said, then ignored him and looked at Xiao Wu indifferently, "Take your master to heal his wounds."
Xiao Wu nodded lightly and Yu Hong left.
Jun Wushuang sighed and slowly sat down.
She likes to be in control of everything, and this has been the case ever since she entered the world of cultivation.
Now, she suddenly discovered that two hundred years later, nothing seemed to have changed from China to this vast starry sky.
There seemed to be a slight silence under the Bodhi tree.
Only the heat is like threads, filling the air.
"My little friend, what are your plans next?" Old Taoist Taiqing spoke up. He shook his head slightly, "This time, my little friend, the trouble is too big. Taixuan Shengsong and five old monsters from the Tribulation Realm are here."
"There should be only four of them!" Qin Xuan took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Thousand Saints must die!"
His voice made the three people present slightly shocked. Qian Sheng must die? But Qian Sheng is still in the Taixuan Saint Sect.
Qin Xuan seemed to see through the thoughts of the three people and said calmly: "He is just preparing for the funeral. He completely triggered the disaster before, even if it is delayed, it will not exceed two years."
"He won't be unscathed even if he fights with me!"
"The horror of the heavenly tribulation can lead to death at all, let alone someone like him who has delayed the tribulation to the limit."
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "What's more, when he overcomes the disaster, I will give him a big gift!"
Amid the voice, Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of ice.
Qin Changqing, the severe wound on his chest is still there, how can he, Qian Sheng, survive?
Taiqing Taoist took a deep breath, as if he knew what Qin Xuan was planning to do.
The monk in white clothes clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said: "I can go and cross the tribulation realm. How is my strength?"
Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, "You can do it alone, but behind you is Douzhan Buddhist Temple, and your three thousand disciples are still there."
The white-clothed monk sighed softly, and said slowly: "You have to be careful, Taixuan Shengsong has more than
An old monster from the Tribulation Realm, it is said that immortal veins can bring immortals into the world, and you must not forget that the Taixuan Holy Sect also has a genius who ranks eleventh on the immortal list and has not been released yet."
Qin Xuan smiled without comment, as if he didn't think so.
The white-clothed monk slowly said: "One more thing. There are rumors in the world of cultivation. It is said that your Demon Lord Qin Xuan is the Qing Emperor Qin Changqing, the Fengling Wanwu Sect. You should not be underestimated."
Although he knew very well that Qin Xuan was Qin Changqing.
But the world doesn't know it clearly, and neither does the Fenglei Wanwu Sect.
"It's just the Immortal Pulse. I can kill Tianxuan, but I can't kill him Bai Qingtu?" Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, "I would like to see if Bai Qingtu has the intention to die!"
The white-clothed monk shook his head slightly. He was once as arrogant and arrogant as Qin Xuan.
But in the end, he was locked in the heavenly prison and Hongyan died. He was enlightened, ordained as a monk, and walked hundreds of thousands of miles.
He seemed to see the shadow of his former self in Qin Xuan.
"If you do it for a long time, it will definitely lead to disaster." The monk in white murmured softly and stopped trying to persuade him.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He naturally knew the past of the monk in white.
But he is different from the white-robed monk, he has already overlooked all living beings.
The Immortal Vein may be terrifying, and it may be the pinnacle in the world of cultivation, but in front of Qin Changqing, it is not enough to even enter the palace.
"Qin Xuan, what Buddha Douzhan said makes sense." Jun Wushuang said softly: "You can only bear everything by yourself, no one can help you, it is the immortal vein, and we are all powerless!"
Qin Xuan laughed and looked at Jun Wushuang, "Do you think I need help?"
"But you're injured!" Jun Wushuang frowned.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about!"
"What if you die next time?" Jun Wushuang's eyes trembled slightly and she clenched her fists.
"Won't!"
"The vast starry sky is ever-changing." Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Xuan, "You can't die, Hao'er can't be without a father."
Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. He looked at Jun Wushuang and said calmly: "I will not die. Even if the fifteen great immortal veins come and try to kill me, it will be nothing more than a mayfly shaking the tree."
"Jun Wushuang, the sea of stars is ups and downs, you or Xiao Wu, you are all like people on the side, I also have to sail against the current. The boat is moving so fast that no one else can catch up, so you'd better stay on the side and don't get into the water.
Drowning."
"Everything belongs to me, Qin Changqing."
Qin Xuan took a sip of tea and said, "This is why I married you instead of Mo Qinglian. It is also why you can sit in front of me now. If it were Mo Qinglian, or..."
Qin Xuan's eyes paused slightly, "I've already chased them away!"
"Neither you nor Xiao Wu are reckless people, let alone moths rushing to the fire."
Jun Wushuang pursed her lips, and she trembled slightly.
"If one day you really fall..."
"Then watch me fall and take good care of Hao'er."
Qin Xuan said lightly: "But that day won't happen. Don't forget that you are no longer my wife, Qin Xuan, but you are still the mother of Hao'er."
"Qin Xuan!" Jun Wu's eyes turned red, "Are you really so cruel?"
What she meant was to her, to Hao'er, and to Qin Xuan himself.
"I said I won't be emotional, so why bother?"
Qin Xuan sighed softly, and patted Jun Wushuang's shoulder gently, wiping away his tears.
"It's just the world of cultivation. Do you want to bury me, Qin Changqing?"