1941.Chapter 1941 (North Entering Shengguan Monthly Pass)
The wind and thunder fairy wings behind Qin Xuan shook, and he walked towards the Nine Holy Pass in the north.
It wasn't until Qin Xuan's figure disappeared that Wen Rujun laughed loudly.
"A good person should not be insulted lightly, and a good person should practice what he says!"
"Interesting, hahaha!"
Wen Rujun laughed and looked at the direction Qin Xuan left.
Five hundred years, ants shake the sky!?
With a snap of his fingers, he heard that Rujun would definitely be able to see it with his own eyes in Jiuzhou today.
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Qin Xuan walked with great wings. He still went to Tianjiu Holy Pass and never retreated.
Knocking to the eighth level of heaven, within the body, the immortal divine essence and the chaotic immortal essence are each 241 feet wide.
There is still a gap of twenty-three feet from the ninth level of the Kuting Heaven, fifty-six feet from the tenth level of the Kuting Heaven, and a gap of one hundred and fifty-eight feet from the completion of the Kuting Heaven.
The resources required for this are at least 100 million immortal coins, or even close to the 200 million mark.
Thirteen days later, Qin Xuan finally approached Tianjiu Holy Pass.
The vast holy pass looks like endless mountains at a glance, with giant dragons lying on the ground.
The closer we get, the more we can see the vastness of this holy pass.
It is 330,000 feet high, as if it reaches the sky.
In front of the entrance of a holy pass, Qin Xuan slowly descended.
"One thousand immortal coins!"
The guards are wearing the armor of Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion and guarding in front of the city gate.
Qin Xuan casually threw out a thousand immortal coins, got a jade slip, and stepped into it.
Inside the jade slip are the rules of the Tianjiu Holy Pass. You are not allowed to use force privately, and you are not allowed to fly in the air privately. Everything is in accordance with the rules, otherwise you will be Hunyuan and you will also be sent to Tianjiu Punishment Immortal Prison.
In this Tianjiu Sheng Pass, the person sitting in charge is a saint.
The head of the Thirteen Saints of Tianjiuzhou, the Saint of Tianjiu!
Qin Xuan stepped into it, and around him, the eighth and ninth heavens of the True Immortal could be seen almost everywhere.
Even if there are two, three, seven or eight Da Luo turns, they will pass by by mistake.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a low roar sounded, and the faces of the immortals on the street suddenly changed.
I saw a god riding on the sky-shaking dragon Qi and the Hunyuan fairy beast, walking across the street.
"That's Immortal Ling Zixiao from Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion!"
"Tianlin Immortal Lord, Ling Zixiao!?"
"After returning from the Emperor's Burial Mausoleum, it seems that I have received a great opportunity!"
Voices of envy, awe, and longing resounded in the Nine Saints Pass, and the immortals looked up.
Hunyuan Immortal Lord is already an existence that is out of reach in their eyes.
Even within the Tianjiu Holy Pass, Hunyuan Immortal Lord is a well-known person.
The sky-shaking dragon Qila passed by a place, and Qin Xuan walked slowly, wearing white clothes and gray hair.
He never looked at Ling Zixiao, his eyes showed no sadness, no joy, no respect and no fear.
Along the way, he walked through the streets and came to a pavilion.
This is a secret pavilion and does not belong to Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion.
Qin Xuan walked into it and took out one hundred thousand immortal coins.
"The Emperor's Burial Mausoleum, Northwest Long Desert!"
Qin Xuan spoke slowly, "Do you have a map of the Long Desert in the northwest? These are just deposits!"
The person in the dark pavilion was an old man. He was wearing ragged clothes, his eyes were drooped, and he did not look at Qin Xuan.
"Three million immortal coins, there happened to be a team, three Da Luo Jin Immortals and two Kouting True Immortals!"
"If you agree, take the fairy coins. If you don't agree, just do it yourself!"
Qin Xuan frowned slightly, three million immortal coins, and joining the team?
This was somewhat beyond his expectation, but in his previous life he was buried in the imperial mausoleum and was already a saint.
When he was a saint, he had the path to becoming a saint, but now he is a true immortal in the eighth heaven.
, trying to run rampant like in the previous life and rush into the Emperor Burial Tomb is tantamount to seeking death.
"Four million immortal coins, tell me their specific cultivation level and the number of times they can enter Long Desert!"
Qin Xuan's voice was calm and he threw out a storage ring.
The old man let out a sigh, then opened his eyes and glanced at Qin Xuan.
His immortal thoughts swept away, and then he showed a satisfied smile.
"good!"
"Come with me and I will introduce you!"
With that said, he walked directly into the dark pavilion.
This dark pavilion leads into the ground, and there are faint flames all around, making it appear deep and terrifying.
Then, the old man opened an iron door and walked in. The smell of blood made Qin Xuan couldn't help but frown.
There were three people in sight, and the old man in the dark pavilion spoke slowly.
"This person is the Great Snow Immortal City, the second-level Golden Immortal of Daluo, and the leader of this team, Li Lingyu!" The old man pointed at the woman wrapped in white cloth, who looked like a mummy from the neck down, but her face was delicate and beautiful, and her eyebrows were
There is evil spirit leaking out.
Following the old man's introduction, Li Lingyu raised her head, but her pupils were as dark as blood.
"Forty thousand immortal coins, it's all for nothing!" The old man from Ange threw out a bag with a simple Xumi pattern on it.
Li Lingyu raised her eyebrows and glanced at Qin Xuan.
"How heavy is the True Immortal?"
The eyes of the others also fell on Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan said calmly: "Eighth level!"
"You're a little weaker, be more obedient, and you can save your life!" Li Lingyu put away the fairy coin and said calmly, and then continued to sit cross-legged. The faint evil aura blended with the power of Da Luo, turning into a red dragon on her body.
Wrapped around.
The old man in Ange didn't care either, his eyes fell on another person.
"The people of Wuye Dark Pavilion, Da Luo turns around, Ming Luo!"
This is a being wrapped in a black robe, making it difficult to distinguish between old and young men and women.
Wuye Dark Pavilion is a killer organization in Tianjiuzhou. It is good at assassination and treasure grabbing, and it is a sixth-level power.
The old man's eyes fell on the last person, an old man who was only five feet tall.
"Loose Immortal, Ninth Level True Immortal, He Lao!"
The old man was playing with a rusty bronze sculpture in his hand, which seemed to be broken. He looked at Qin Xuan and grinned.
A row of silver teeth appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes, causing him to pause slightly.
This set of silver teeth is an immortal treasure, one-time use, it can explode, and each one is enough to destroy a true immortal.
Although he is a True Immortal of the Ninth Level, I am afraid that it will not be easy for some Da Luo to kill this old man.
"Where are Zhao Jiu and Li Huo?" The old man from Ange frowned, "When we have enough people, we are going to set off. Run out of the Ange, be careful not to be discovered by your enemies."
"Those two guys went to recruit people, and this time three people died in Longmo!" Li Lingyu started to use her skills, but a voice slowly came out, "This is only one person, and he is a true immortal. There are still two people left.
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The old man in Ange frowned, and turned to look at Qin Xuan, "You can wait here for a while, and then they can enter the northwest Long Desert after they find enough people!"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He passed by the three people and said slowly: "You don't need three people, I am enough!"
"Let them come back and enter Long Desert."
He looked at Li Lingyu indifferently, causing a sudden silence in the dark pavilion.
The old man beside him quietly flashed and disappeared next to Qin Xuan.
Li Lingyu's eyes suddenly opened and closed.
"Little guy, it's not your turn to speak in this team!"
Li Lingyu's eyes were filled with evil spirits, and the woman was the leader, so she had her own merits.
The next moment, Li Lingyu's figure disappeared, and a pair of dark red daggers were already in Qin Xuan's neck.
A faint cold light seemed to separate Qin Xuan's body and head with Li Lingyu's casual movement.