1951. Chapter 1951 Sleeping in the Sand Monthly Pass)
The first level fairy beast of Hunyuan, the sun-eating golden phoenix!
fall from the sky!
With a roar, phoenix blood spread in the dragon desert, and two golden phoenix corpses fell into the desert like mountains.
In the distance, there was deathly silence in the eyes of Li Lingyu and the others.
They looked at the body standing in the sky, and their minds were completely blank.
The true immortal kills Hunyuan!
At this moment, the world in their eyes was completely shattered.
There was a lot of weakness in Qin Xuan's eyes. There was only a part of the immortal immortal essence and a tiny bit of holy power in his body.
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The Daluo Black Dragon Gourd opened, and a ray of mysterious light turned into a hundred-foot-long dragon, absorbing the phoenix corpse and blood of the phoenix on the dragon desert.
Liaopingqiaoxing┩Chuang"Glycosides and food If the war is over, the words are mulberry, eggplant, peony, peony, and magpie eyes.
It wasn't until not even a drop of Phoenix's blood was left behind, but all was swallowed into the Great Luo Xuanlong Gourd, that Qin Xuan slowly turned around.
The cracks on his body were shocking, and the bones on his face could be seen from the cracks, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
Qin Xuan looked at Saul with a faint gaze on Li Lingyu and the others. He was now seriously injured. It was the first time since he entered the immortal world that he had suffered such a serious injury.
If Li Lingyu and the others take action, there may be a chance that Qin Changqing can be killed.
Almost...one in a million!
Unfortunately, when Qin Xuan's gaze fell, Li Lingyu and the others suddenly trembled and woke up.
The three of them lowered their heads in fear, not even having the slightest thought of taking action against Qin Xuan.
In their eyes, Qin Xuan was too unfathomable and too terrifying.
They had already completely lost all other thoughts, leaving only fear and awe.
Qin Xuan's gloomy eyes were calm. He saw the three of them lowering their heads. He flashed the Eternal Sword in his hand, cut off one of their white hairs and returned it to his waist.
The white hair floated gently and fell into the cracked palm.
Qin Xuan looked at the nineteen hanging saint bones, as well as the two saint bones that had disappeared into the yellow sand of Long Desert.
In Qin Xuan's eyes, the bones of the nineteen saints shrank and turned into bone beads, which were embedded in this white hair.
Qin Xuan stepped forward, pushing aside the yellow sand with his palms, and looked at the dim, slightly pale sacred bones.
The Guo family of the Northern Territory!
Thousands of families in the Central Region!
Qin Xuan murmured softly, "I, Qin Changqing, will always practice what I preach throughout my life."
"You can rest assured!"
As the sound fell, the bones of the two saints changed, turning into slightly pale bone beads that penetrated into the white hair, connected with the other nineteen bone beads, and entered Qin Xuan's cracked wrist.
It can be seen that the nineteen bone beads still have a touch of luster, but the two bone beads seem to be like gravel, ordinary to the extreme.
Qin Xuan stood on this desert, and it didn't take more than one stick of incense from the time he moved the saint's bones.
It would take at least half an hour for the saints from Tianjiuzhou to reach Longmo.
This is the Tomb of the Buried Emperor. Those saints dare not come through the sky, otherwise it will cause a catastrophe. Even with the speed of the saints, they must be cautious in the Tomb of the Buried Emperor.
Long Mo has not yet entered the depths of the Emperor's Tomb, but if a saint enters it, he will never leave some terrifying existences in the Emperor's Tomb unattended.
Qin Xuan slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion.
The last time, he looked like a gentleman to Yuan Luo Jiu.
Even if the pressure of Hunyuan came and split his evergreen immortal body, Qin Xuan still spoke arrogantly and was not afraid of Hunyuan.
Luo Jiu ignored Qin Changqing. If it was because of his few words that Luo Jiu took action, what would be the result now?
Or maybe Wen Rujun took action against him instead of just talking to him.
The corner of Qin Xuan's mouth suddenly raised.
“Everything in the world is impermanent and no one can control it at all!”
"I, Qin Changqing, will hardly be born in Hunyuan in this life!"
"If we hadn't truly reached the point where life and death were decided, if we hadn't truly reached the point where we had to fight to the fullest, who could determine the outcome?"
He murmured softly, looked in the direction of Tianjiu Holy Pass, and turned around abruptly.
Luo Jiu, the third and even fourth realm of Hunyuan!
Wen Rujun, the second realm of Hunyuan!
He, Qin Changqing, is a true immortal in the eighth level.
But who can decide who will live and who will die?
He looked at the vast Dragon Desert, and immediately stepped on his foot, using the last meager holy power in his body, he rushed into the depths of the Dragon Desert.
…
Most of an hour after Qin Xuan left, a figure sitting in a holy carriage appeared on the Long Desert.
Saint Tianjiu looked at the heaven and earth and said softly: "Are they saint bones? Did the twenty-one saint bones fly out from the depths of the Emperor's Tomb?"
"Sword controls the world!? True immortal breath..."
His face was blurred, and the world seemed to be shaking slightly. Finally, he slowly raised his head and looked into the depths of the Long Desert.
Vaguely, deep in the Long Desert, there is a pressure that seems to have been waiting for a long time.
Around Saint Tianjiu, the heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and then, a cold snort came from the blurry face.
"Beast, if it weren't for the Burial Emperor's Mausoleum, I would have killed you for medicine!"
A faint holy power emerged, but no movement was seen. The vast desert of dragons beneath him was quietly annihilated by one layer, which was as thick as ten feet.
Sage Tianjiu looked faintly into the depths of the Long Desert, and the holy drive turned and headed towards Tianjiu Holy Pass.
After Saint Tianjiu left, there were four or five more existences who arrived in a short time.
Each one is extremely terrifying, with blurry faces, as if they are the masters of this world.
Some people murmured to themselves, some speculated about something, and some even wanted to enter the depths of the Dragon Desert, but were intimidated by the pressure of the depths and did not enter rashly.
Eventually, these people turned around and left.
…
Above the Long Desert, white clothes were flying across the sky. Some creatures had not yet stepped out of the holy power, and none of them paid much attention to the figure in the sky.
It has been hundreds of thousands of miles since Qin Xuan left the Phoenix-Slaying Land. Qin Xuan used that meager amount of holy power to achieve a speed that was even more terrifying than when he was completely victorious before. It was comparable to Daluo moving forward with all his strength at rank seven or above.
For four hours, in the air, Qin Xuan was constantly supporting his body with immortal immortal energy.
His eyes were even slightly drooping, as if he had reached his limit.
"That's all, the distance is still three million miles!"
"Let's go again when we wake up!"
Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, and suddenly, his body fell into the desert without making any sound.
All around, yellow sand filled the air, but Qin Xuan seemed to blend in with the lifeless and extremely hot sand.
Suddenly a strong wind came and rolled up some yellow sand, completely submerging Qin Xuan in it.
As time passed, the amount of yellow sand increased, completely submerging Qin Xuan in it.
Under the Long Desert, there is a dark land that is three feet thick.
There is a faint mysterious light, which supports a space under this desert.
Qin Xuan's quiet Pingtang. In this darkness, the beam is in danger, the crane is in a bad position, and the strange little boy is in the dark.
Drop by drop, Qin Xuan allowed the phoenix blood to spread over his lips and flow into his throat, like a mud cow entering the sea. There was no slightest movement on Qin Xuan's body, only a dead silence, as if he was sleeping under the desert.