He has been in seclusion for several days and no one is allowed to disturb him.
Until this moment, his eyes were open, as if filled with endless waves.
Taixuan Shengzong.
A young man knelt in front of the monument, with an umbrella in his hand, flat between his knees.
"Qin Changqing, Demon Lord!"
Quietly, his eyes opened and he slowly stood up.
Misty Immortal Sect.
Hundreds of immortals stood there, among the twelve elders, there was only one young man.
The leader is a woman, her appearance is difficult to see as if she is shrouded in mist.
Below, the chaotic sounds have faded away, leaving only silence, waiting for something.
"You are so arrogant that you don't know how high the sky is!"
The woman's cold and arrogant voice sounded in the hall, and immediately, the many supreme immortals had retreated.
The three major immortal veins seemed to be calm.
The entire world of cultivation is like a turbulent storm.
I don’t know how many talented people on the Immortal List have heard the name of Evergreen again.
In a vast library, walking in the starry sky.
At the head of the pavilion is a scholarly man, standing with a scroll.
On the scroll, there are numerous runes, like flowers.
The scholar clasped one hand behind his back, "It's time to move on to the Immortal List!"
"After the Immortal Source Secret Realm, you can open the Immortal List again. The name of the past is no longer suitable for this era!"
He spoke leisurely, his eyes following the outside of the scroll and looking at the vast starry sky.
Xian Ting Shu Pavilion, the person who wrote the immortal list.
He is also one of the non-immortal veins known as the most unfathomable in the current world of cultivation. The immortal list written by him determines the rise and fall of one hundred thousand years.
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More than a month has passed during the Buddhist grand gathering.
Xiao Wu came to the courtyard and said, "Qin Xuan, the Buddhist grand event will start tomorrow..."
Before she finished speaking, she looked into the courtyard.
The clouds and rain are gone, Qin Yan'er has no trace, and even the place where the big and small Jin'er stayed has no more golden light.
Xiao Wu smiled softly and looked at the house.
"Even if you leave, why don't you say hello?"
She pushed the door open and looked at the pen and ink on the table.
"We are far away, don't worry about each other."
Just six words, written lightly and quietly.
There was a mist in Xiao Wu's eyes, "Okay, I'm in this ancient temple..."
"I'll treat you like no one else!"
She put away the paper and ink as if it were a treasure.
Three Thousand Gold Clouds, the largest ancient temple, the Pure Land Buddha Lord and the Immortal Zen Temple Lord looked at each other.
In their palms, there is also a piece of paper.
The words on the paper are all different.
"If Xiao Wu dies, there will be no more Buddha in this world!"
It was only ten words, but they were written with the Mahayana swordsmanship in mind. Even these two great immortal lineage Buddha masters felt like they had a lump in their throats at this moment.
This was a threat, but it made these two Buddhist and Taoist leaders feel awe-inspiring.
"Amitabha
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There is only one Buddha's name that resounds loudly here, and I don't know the sadness or sorrow.
In the sky of stars, clouds and rain were flying rapidly. Qin Yan'er looked at Qin Xuan shrouded in fine runes and slightly lowered his eyebrows.
It has been three days since he left the Buddhist grand gathering. Qin Xuan has not told where he is going or where he is going. Yun Yu is also cautious and shuttles through the starry sky.
As for Qin Xuan, his body seemed to have countless runes on it.
The patterns of these runes were like chains, trapping Qin Xuan within them.
Even Qin Yan'er couldn't feel what these were or what Qin Xuan wanted to do.
Not only him, but also Yunyu and Da Jin'er didn't know what to do.
Qin Xuan is like an old monk, sitting cross-legged on the head of a dragon.
In one month, he swallowed and refined all the precious medicines and elixirs he had obtained from the Yaobao Divine Palace.
Among them, there is also the twelve-leaf golden fairy lotus.
With such an astonishing treasure, Qin Xuan's cultivation level also broke through again.
He has not reached the middle level of Hedao, but has improved significantly.
In the dantian, there are 120,000 stars, in the heart, the imperial domain is 100,000 miles, and in the sea of consciousness, the Qingdi Palace is 70,000 feet.
It has almost doubled again, but the price of this doubling is more than fifty Immortal Vein Supremes from the Taixuan Holy Sect, including Tianxuan, the master of the Immortal Vein.
Qin Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the rapidly retreating stars in front of him.
In this sea of stars, his eyes seemed to contain endless vicissitudes of life.
"Yunyu!"
Qin Xuan's voice was hoarse and he spoke slowly.
Below, the clouds and rain suddenly stopped, and I looked at the empty land ahead.
For some reason, it felt a kind of fear, as if the dark place ahead was the underworld.
Qin Yan'er and Jin'er were all a little uneasy, especially the innate Gu, who was extremely sensitive to crises.
Qin Xuan's eyes passed through the dark place, and his eyes were faint.
Then, an old man walked out of the darkness.
The Taixuan Saint Zongyi was so dazzling that it made the scales of the clouds, rain and dragons explode.
One of the four powerful people in the Tribulation Realm, Qianli.
Behind the old man, another person slowly walked out, still the Tribulation-Transcending Being of the Taixuan Holy Sect.
One of the four powerful people who have transcended the tribulation realm, Qian Yuan!
Two powerful men in the Tribulation Realm appeared here, saying nothing, just looking at Qin Xuan quietly.
"My little friend, if you stop on the road ahead and look back, you will see the underworld!"
A faint voice sounded, and Qianli Cangmai smiled, as if he were not an enemy but looked like a friend.
Qin Xuan did not answer, his eyes fell behind these two powerful men in the Tribulation Realm.
Behind Qin Xuan, a young man walked out slowly. This was a young man with a gentle smile and pure eyes.
But around his waist, there was a small flag, and between his wrists, there was a string of bone beads.
"Si Huangquan, I have met fellow Taoist!"
He looked at Qin Xuan's back and Yun Yu in the Return to Void Realm, with a pure smile, like the boy next door.
Before Si Huangquan's voice could finish, a figure had already walked out dimly behind Qianli and Qianyuan.
This is a woman, visible from the vague outline.
"One calamity can determine your life or death!" The woman's cold and proud voice slowly came out.
She was the only one, but she seemed to be arrogant to all living beings.
Before the woman's voice fell, she appeared again.
Bai Qingtu walked out slowly, with an air of immortality and a wind and thunder in his clothes.
"Qin Changqing, everything is covered with wind and thunder, how can it ever be green?" His eyes were indifferent, "Today, I am here just to kill you!"
As the sound fell, in addition to Bai Qingtu, there were seven figures appearing behind him.
The seven people are all in the realm of transcending tribulation.
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One person has white hair and red eyes, and his name is Zhengxian;
A man with black hair and pale eyes is fighting for his life;
A person is as withered as a tree, fighting for his fortune;
One person carries two swords and fights for the dragon;
One person holds a Buddhist bead in his hand and fights for the air;
A man dressed in blood is like a demon, shouting for tribulation;
If a person has thunder lines on his eyebrows, his name is Zhengtian.
The Wind and Thunder All Things Sect, the seven great tribulation realms, are all gone.
At the same time, hundreds of millions of miles away, there were thirty-six high-ranking Mahayana masters, the pinnacle of the Immortal Veins Supreme.
There is the Feng Lei Wanwu Sect, there is the Tai Xuan Sheng Sect, and there is the Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
The thirty-six supreme immortals are sitting cross-legged in the starry sky, just like the thirty-six stars, blocking everything, the Tao will be extinct.
"The road ahead is long, fellow Taoist, we are here especially!"
"Send fellow Taoist on his way!"
Above Yun Yu's dragon head, the white clothes moved slightly.
Qin Xuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, raising the corners of his mouth slightly. His voice was old, but it was as sharp as stone.