Qin Xuan looked at this young man, who had defeated all opponents in the city and swept away the proud talents of the great clan.
Finally, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly walked out of the city.
Qin Xuan followed him all the way. The young man went through many twists and turns and finally arrived at one place.
Buried outside the emperor's mausoleum!
The emperor's burial mausoleum of this era was very different from Qin Xuan's impression.
There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some dangerous places that he has never seen before.
Qin Xuan saw with his own eyes that this young man went through disasters, but in the end, he was unable to enter and was buried in the imperial mausoleum with severe injuries.
The young man stood outside the tomb of the buried emperor for a long time. His pupils were dull, but he looked in the direction of the tomb of the buried emperor. He stood firm for seven days in the wind and rain, and finally left sadly.
The meaning of this word was diffused again, and Qin Xuan looked at the third word.
The third word, the edge of the storm, is already in the majestic Holy Palace.
The young man has turned into middle age, sitting in a high position, as if looking at the fairy land.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the holy palace, stepped on the nine-color phoenix, and headed towards the burial mausoleum of the emperor.
Qin Xuan seemed to be the same as the middle-aged man at this moment, racing like lightning, day and night, and finally arrived in front of the emperor's burial mausoleum.
It was still so quiet. The middle-aged man looked at the emperor's burial mausoleum for a long time, and finally stepped into it.
He fought with the strangeness of the Tomb of the Buried Emperor, and fought for his life with the danger of the fallen saint.
Finally, he reached the depths of the Emperor's Burial Tomb, a bloody plain, broken mountains and ruined rocks, more like a mausoleum.
The middle-aged man looked at this place. In front of him, there were several figures standing quietly.
It seems that they are aware of the middle-aged people approaching, and the appearance of those figures is chaotic and blurry.
A total of nine people stood on this bloody plain.
They seemed to be talking and talking about something.
However, the nine people did not act randomly, but seemed to be waiting for something in this bloody land.
As the years passed, the scene in Qin Xuan's eyes changed, as if like a scroll, scenes passed by Qin Xuan's eyes.
Until, those nine figures have turned into seventeen figures.
And in the bloody plain, a figure finally appeared.
A woman with a graceful figure walked quietly from a distance.
The woman's face was pure, and there was a childlike smile at the corner of her mouth.
There is a cluster of icy blue fire between his eyebrows. In this mausoleum, it seems like an immortal light in the darkness.
She smiled and looked at the seventeen people.
All seventeen people were shocked. Even if there was no sound or sound, Qin Xuan seemed to be able to feel the excitement of those seventeen people.
A woman, seventeen beings who should be on the side of the immortal land met in the depths of the Emperor's Burial Tomb.
The picture, at this moment, seems frozen.
As this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan felt a little complicated in his heart.
That woman was probably the woman on the Nine Color Emperor Lotus he had seen before.
These seventeen people should be the saint who was beheaded in the ears of many saints and emperors in the immortal world.
That middle-aged man, the headless saint who was born with blindness, was never cured even if he became a saint.
Returning to consciousness, Qin Xuan turned around and glanced at the headless saint.
"Then why were the seventeen saints beheaded?"
"Why is the Northern Emperor coming to kill you!?"
Qin Xuan murmured softly, history is like a fog, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Unless one is really in that period, otherwise, who can know the right from wrong, the truth from the false in that period of time.
There are too many legends circulating in the Emperor's Tomb, but how do they spread? Where do the legends come from? How many people in the immortal world can know!?
Qin Xuan's consciousness fell on this fourth word. At this word, the middle-aged saint had returned to the immortal land, but every once in a while, he would enter the Emperor's Tomb.
He was blind, but he was willing to pick the emperor's dust for that woman, and he was willing to take the holy flower for that woman.
He was even more willing to ask that woman to draw a picture of this world for the existence that even he would bow down to.
Every time, even if he was severely injured, the smile on the middle-aged saint's face only bloomed when he saw the woman.
Just like the shy and embarrassed young man by the stream in the past.
Qin Xuan gradually walked out of the fourth character, and his eyes moved again, entering the fifth character.
The fifth word seems to be in the fairy land.
But around this fairy land, there was that woman who finally walked out of the Emperor's Tomb after an unknown number of years.
Seventeen saints surrounded this woman.
The whole journey was full of laughter, walking in this fairyland with this woman.
Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something in his heart.
The sixth word!
Entering it, even though there was no sound, the world was shattered.
Deep in the Tomb of the Buried Emperor, the bloody plain seemed to be broken. Above the sky, there seemed to be a peerless figure, looking down at the world. Its palms were like mountains, but with just a slight flick of its sleeves, the earth was already broken.
Under this figure, seventeen figures were seriously injured, almost covered in blood.
They looked at that figure, with fright, anger, fear, fear in their eyes...
However, he never had any intention of retreating.
But the female figure no longer appeared.
This was a big battle, and Qin Xuan couldn't even watch it from close range. He was pulled seven million miles away by some mysterious force.
He could only see that the sky and the earth had collapsed, the thunder intertwined in the distance, the divine light penetrated for an unknown number of feet, and the chains, like the locks of heaven and the divine chain of order, penetrated the heaven and earth.
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A look of regret flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make it difficult for seventeen saints to defeat him.
That great emperor from the Northern Territory?
Perhaps, in this era, the Northern Territory of the Immortal Realm was not called the Northern Territory.
But a great emperor is a great emperor after all, how can he be compared to a saint?
The mysterious force finally dissipated, and Qin Xuan walked towards the broken world, wanting to see how the battle would go.
However, Qin Xuan could only barely get close, but could never really get close.
Until, the picture almost disappeared, and Qin Xuan only saw those seventeen figures.
The vague, fuzzy, but dilapidated body still stands between heaven and earth, never retreating even half a step.
Those seventeen figures and seventeen saints seemed to be proving their kindness!
The picture disappeared, and Qin Xuan's eyes fell on the last word.
"No matter how powerful the seventeen saints are, they will never be able to defeat the emperor."
"That woman should be in this God and Demon Mine!"
Qin Xuan murmured softly and looked at the last word.
The seventh word!
Qin Xuan entered this word, but there was only one picture.
The sky collapsed and the earth split, blood flowed into rivers, and not even an inch of the entire fairyland was perfect.
This scene made Qin Xuan's pupils condense slightly.
He has seen it before and experienced it personally.
At the end of the era, there was a great catastrophe in the Immortal Land.
What he saw in this vast immortal land was only a mere inch of land, but it was extremely tragic.
There are corpses and bones all over the place, which is like a river of blood, just like a dark hell.
At this moment, a ray of light penetrated the entire bloody sky.
Qin Xuan looked into the distance, which was the direction of the emperor's burial mausoleum.
A woman, whose body was hidden in the endless chaos, walked out of the Emperor Burial Mausoleum, and her graceful figure could only be barely seen.