In an instant, Qin Xuan was already close to the Holy Son Quanming.
"How dare you, a mere golden immortal, speak so shamelessly in front of me!?"
There was faint anger burning in the cold eyes of Holy Son Quanming. In an instant, his body was shaken, and a vast giant door appeared in front of him.
This huge gate is three feet high, like a mountain, blocking the way.
Holy Soldier, Jiuqu Zhenquanmen!
This is the holy weapon of Saint Quanming, left to his beloved son in the hope of helping him become a saint.
Qin Xuan slashed out the Soulless Holy Sword in his hand, leaving a faint trace under the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate with a bang.
"Holy Soldier!?"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He raised his sword and saw that the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate suddenly opened. From it, a rolling yellow spring gushes out, like a tsunami, surging towards Qin Xuan.
The door opened too quickly. Even though Qin Xuan had expected it, he was still sucked into the underworld water.
"Golden Immortal, this Gate Town's Huangquan Tianshui has collected several handfuls of Huangquan Tianshui. Every drop of it can cause the destruction of Hunyuan. You, a Golden Immortal, dare to take action against me. You are too ignorant of life and death!"
The foot of Holy Son Quanming landed on this door, looking at Qin Xuan who was submerged in the water of Huangquan, with undisguised contempt and disdain on his face.
At this moment, a vast sword light cut through the Huangquan Tianshui and came out from it.
"It's just a few handfuls of Huangquan Tianshui. If it's really so vast, it might be a bit more troublesome!"
Qin Xuan Zhenyi stood with the Soulless Holy Sword in his hand. He looked at the stagnant Saint Son of Quanming above the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate.
"It's just the fourth realm of Hunyuan, so what about the invincible ones in the past? They are nothing more than ants!"
Qin Xuan's voice was indifferent. The next moment, his sword came out, and a sword light spread across the world.
The power of the surrounding heaven and earth was even more frantically involved in the soulless holy sword.
Holy Son Quan Ming was shocked and a little unbelievable that an eighth-level Daluo Golden Immortal could escape from the underworld.
Immediately, he condensed the secret in his hand, and saw lines of Huangquan Tianshui condensed in the Huangquan Tianshui, like turning into dragons, sweeping toward Qin Xuan.
Boom boom boom...
The streams of water from the underworld turned into mist all over the sky, and Qin Xuan's sword was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, killing the Holy Son Quan Ming.
"This sword is good!"
Holy Son Quanming sneered, "But with your power as a Golden Immortal, how much can you perform?"
Immediately, with a move of his feet, the three-foot-long Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate rose up and blocked the sword light again.
The sword light shattered into pieces, and not even a trace was left on the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate.
While the door was wide open, the hands of Holy Son Quanming had already condensed, and behind him, there was a huge door like a mountain in the sky.
This is not a holy weapon, but a magical power.
The method of Saint Quanming, Quanming Luotianmen!
boom!
As soon as this door came out, it pressed towards Qin Xuan. With its terrifying power, the mountains beneath its feet were faintly cracking, as if everything under this door turned into nothingness, even the death energy of the holy accumulation was shaken away.
Qin Xuan looked at it, and saw that the soulless holy sword in his hand moved again, and the sword that killed Hunyuan rose again.
The sword light collided with the Quanmingluo Tianmen, and boom! The entire mountain was shattering, and cracks spread in all directions. There were also some semi-saint creatures, and the holy corpses were disturbed and rushed towards here. The surrounding world
, and even more roaring sounds sounded.
Qin Xuan and Holy Son Quan Ming both felt it. They seemed to have understood that they must fight quickly. Otherwise, when those holy corpses and semi-holy creatures come, no matter who wins or loses, they will flee in embarrassment, or even not
Be careful, you will be destroyed in the Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain.
The vast sword light collided with the magical power, competing with each other as if they were evenly matched.
After all, he is the ancient invincible person in the fourth realm of Hunyuan.
In this world, even a semi-saint is not as good as this. It is even difficult for a saint to suppress it.
There was a hint of shock in the eyes of Holy Son Quanming, as if he was shocked that Qin Xuan could compete with the holy method he cast.
"Who are you exactly? I should know all the people who can be my enemy in the ancient times of the Southern Territory!"
"You are an eighth-level Da Luo, you can compete with me, you are definitely not a nobody!"
The palm of Holy Son Quanming shook, and he saw that the three-foot-long holy soldier, Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate, shrank to the size of a palm, and immediately came to kill Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan looked at it, flicked his wrist, and the soulless holy sword shot out, facing the holy soldier.
When the two holy soldiers collided, it was as if the sky and the earth were shattering. The surrounding clouds and mist exploded, and cracks on the mountains spread like dragons in all directions.
Behind Qin Xuan, the Five Elements Mysterious Wings shook, and he went straight towards the Holy Son Quan Ming.
Holy Son Quanming has never been that weak. In the fourth realm of Hunyuan, he can be called the invincible. His strength was honed in the life and death battles of his era.
In his eyes, there was a terrifying dark intention, and he felt that the gray mist transformed by the death energy of the holy accumulation actually gathered towards him.
"Jinxian, no matter how evil you are, you can't defeat me here!"
"This holy son is the descendant of the saint in the underworld. The death energy of the saints here is like a helping hand to me."
Holy Son Quanming let out a low roar, and the holy energy of death was swept into his body. His body seemed to be covered with a thick layer of armor. The armor was all gray and black, and wisps of terrifying death energy almost annihilated everything.
If it were in the outside world, just if the Holy Son of Quanming stood in a place where vegetation and flowers bloomed, everything would wither and be eroded by this death energy.
Qin Xuan's hand shook, and the hands of Bengtianxian collided with the fists of Holy Son Quanming.
The two of them were like real dragons in the sky, and terrifying ripples were like knives, tearing apart in all directions to the west.
Until the two of them all retreated, Holy Son Quanming was full of surprise and uncertainty at this moment.
Above, Qin Xuan slashed Hunyuan with his sword, completely shattering the Quanming Luo Tianmen.
After all, there were more terrifying auras all around. Holy Son Quan Ming immediately stopped holding his hands. The Ming Yuan in his body was condensed in his palms, and all the death energy armor on his body was also submerged into his palms.
"die!"
A giant gate once again appeared in the hands of Holy Son Quanming. It was the same as the Quanming Luotian Gate before, but its power was several times more terrifying. This attack was vaguely comparable to the power of a saint.
Before it even got close, cracks appeared faintly in the surrounding space.
Qin Xuan looked at this terrifying magical power, his eyes were as before, extremely indifferent, without joy or sorrow.
"Quanming Luotianmen is just a magical power created by Saint Quanming who realized the magical power of Jiuyou family!"
Qin Xuan looked at the terrifying giant door indifferently and said indifferently: "In the past, when I killed your father, Quanming Saint, your father was still proud of it. Who knows, he is not good at learning, it is just ridiculous!"
Qin Xuan's hands were condensing, and the eight thousand feet of immortal essence in his body almost turned into the power of the netherworld at this moment.
Not only that, the gray mist that was nearly a thousand feet away gathered crazily towards Qin Xuan's palm.
In his palm, a purple-black door appeared. This door was only the size of a palm, but it had nine levels.
Each layer represents a kind of spiritual meaning.