Even though, on both sides of him, there were Chaos Saint puppets who were powerful enough to fight against the Semi-Saints.
The sage led the way, Qin Xuan walked forward with his hands behind his back.
Until, after walking along this road, Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly became empty.
Blossoms of crimson clouds are lingering around.
There are several clear ponds with swimming fish in them.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a koi leaped out of the pond and turned into a seven-inch golden dragon in the air. It stared at Qin Xuan and the headless corpse, seemingly curious.
Afterwards, the seven-inch golden dragon returned to the pool and made no sound.
There was also a dark red black turtle, dormant quietly by the pool, and a sound similar to the roar of a dragon sounded from its mouth, causing the red mist to roll.
It seems that this place is the unparalleled holy land, filled with all kinds of miraculous and incomparable things.
Qin Xuan's eyes passed over the clear pool, the black turtle, and the jade bridge carved from fairy jade at his feet.
His eyes were calm and calm.
Anyone else, even Hunyuan Immortal Lord, would be shocked.
Because the dragon fish in the pond is a Hunyuan fairy beast.
The black turtle lying next to the pond has the appearance of a semi-saint.
The headless saint walked among them, passing through the wisps of red mist.
Until, he stopped at the end of the bridge.
Qin Xuan raised his eyes slightly and looked ahead. Standing underground here was a large hall with a height of a hundred feet.
The whole hall is as ice-like, and every inch is filled with beautiful colors.
It was a forbidden light, as if the divine light was flowing, revealing the power of the light.
Every ray of restriction is enough for a saint to be unable to shake.
"Is it forbidden by the emperor?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time!"
Qin Xuan murmured softly, that was the emperor's prohibition. A ray of prohibition could level the mountains and seas, and crush the stars.
This is an underground palace and an imperial palace.
It is unknown what is hidden in it, which emperor it is, or the terrifying aura he sensed in his previous life.
At least, with his current strength, it might be difficult to detect.
At this moment, the headless holy corpse bowed slightly and knelt on the ground on one knee.
Even though he is headless, he seems to be bowing his head to pay homage.
After nine full breaths, the headless holy corpse stood up.
He never walked towards the imperial palace, but followed the winding path. At the edge of this world, there was a mine wall.
No matter how magical this place is, how majestic the imperial palace is, what kind of existence is hidden in it.
This place is still in the Mine of Gods and Demons, deep in the Tomb of the Buried Emperor, buried under the earth at an unknown depth.
Qin Xuan looked at the cliff and saw seven ancient inscriptions on the cliff.
Every piece of writing does not exist in this era, but comes from the pre-ancient era.
The headless holy corpse stood motionless, Qin Xuan whispered behind him: "Is this the words you left, or is it the great emperor?"
It's a pity that he has no leader, and how can he respond without a leader.
Qin Xuan looked at the seven ancient characters quietly. He did not recognize the characters.
If we look at the epochal characters that once shone brightly in ancient times, he knows a little bit about them, but Qin Xuan doesn't know the era that these characters represent.
He stood quietly until he walked forward and looked up at the seven ancient coins, which revealed the years and even carried the words of an era. In the sea of consciousness, the Immortal Emperor Palace moved slightly.
With a touch of fairy thought, he penetrated into the words.
These seven words may seem ordinary, but I am afraid they are not simple.
The text is used to convey meaning, and the headless saint brought him here, fearing that what he asked for would be in these seven words.
Immortal thoughts touched him, and suddenly, Qin Xuan's consciousness seemed to be swallowed into it.
A terrifying force that even made it difficult for Qin Xuan to resist.
"Holy Will!?"
Two words appeared in Qin Xuan's consciousness, and soon his consciousness gradually condensed.
The sky and the earth are long, green mountains and green trees.
All around, there is a vibrant scene, the leaves are emerald green, and the wood grains are like the passage of time.
A slight breeze blows, like a breath of fresh air.
Qin Xuan looked at this piece of heaven and earth, and the sacred meaning contained ancient texts evolved into this piece of heaven and earth.
No matter how true it is, it is nothing more than fiction.
Qin Xuan looked at this scene and felt an invisible pull, as if he wanted him to move forward.
Qin Xuan did not refuse, and followed the mysterious power and walked forward.
When you push aside the trees, you can see the vast skylight and a bright sun as if it is very close to your eyes.
"In this era, is there only one great sun that shines on the fairy land?"
Qin Xuan glanced at it and then his eyes fell on the front.
There is a small stream with gurgling water and pebbles laying beside it. Beside this stream, there is a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, barefoot in the stream, with an extremely gentle smile. Her childlike innocence does not seem to exist in fairyland.
Even when Qin Xuan looked at it, his heart seemed to gradually calm down.
A smile that clears the heart is like describing the girl in front of me.
Qin Xuan looked at the girl's stream. Occasionally, his hands fell on the stone beneath him, and he looked at the world frankly.
There seems to be endless beauty in those eyes, enough to make people miss endless past memories.
At sunset and dusk, the girl never left. At this moment, by the stream, a fourteen-year-old boy was walking with a medicine box on his back.
The young man walked to the girl's side and turned to look at the girl's hand holding the pebbles and knocking them down into the stream, making a tinkling sound.
The tips of his ears trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to open his mouth to speak.
Unfortunately, there was no sound.
Only the young man opened and closed his mouth, and the girl seemed to be alarmed and turned to look at the young man.
Qin Xuan can read lips, but he doesn't know the pronunciation of this era.
The young man seemed a little alarmed, and he was talking to the girl. Then, a trace of pity seemed to appear in the girl's smile.
She walked out of the stream barefoot and walked towards the young man.
It can be seen that the young man's face is full of panic, and there are two blushes on his face.
The shyness of youth is now on full display in this young man.
The two exchanged some words, and the young man fled away as if he was in despair.
Quietly, the scene in front of me seemed to be gradually blurring like a cloud.
Qin Xuan's consciousness gradually returned to his body.
Qin Xuan turned his head and looked at the headless holy corpse and the young man.
It is difficult to become a saint from a poor family, so the young man was born with a medicine frame. He was fourteen years old, had no cultivation at all, and suffered from congenital diseases, so he was not a talented person from a wealthy family.
It would be too difficult for such a young person to become a saint.
As for the girl, Qin Xuanruo was reminded of how she had played with the Hunyuan Water with her bare feet in that pool before.
Even though one is young and the other is already graceful, the two are almost indistinguishable.
Qin Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the second ancient inscription.
These seven words should be enough to clear this fog.
His immortal thoughts penetrated it, and just like before, his consciousness was directly swallowed into it.
This time, it was already a huge city, with crowds surging, and there should have been a roar, but in Qin Xuan's ears, there was no sound at all, and the silence was terrifying.
That mysterious force reappeared, guiding Qin Xuan to go somewhere.
Qin Xuan walked towards the city without any hurry or delay.
city, one
A big ring appeared in front of Qin Xuan.
On the arena, there is a young man holding an immortal sword in his hand, standing proudly in all directions. Beside him are some disciples in colorful uniforms.
Years have passed, but it can still be clearly identified.
This young man is clearly the boy who used to carry the medicine box on his back.