There are nine secluded places in the underworld, one secluded and one deep. The depth of the nine secluded places is the bottom of the fairy world, where the nine secluded places are buried.
And together with its nine secluded passages, there are nine giant gates.
As one of the three major imperial clans, the great emperor of the Jiuyou family possesses magical powers.
Jiuyou Luotianmen!
Qin Xuan exhausted the Immortal Energy of Immortality and held the Great Emperor's magical power, the Nine Nether Luotian Gate. Immediately, the Nine Nether Luotian Gate represented nine different meanings of the netherworld, sweeping towards the Quanming Luotian Gate.
boom!
In an instant, the Quanming Luotian Gate was shattered into pieces like a small witch meeting a big witch.
Among them, the incredible roar of Holy Son Quanming was suppressed by the Jiuyou Luo Tianmen.
On this side of the mountain range, nine giant gates stand horizontally, and a crack spreads from here to the bottom of the mountain range.
Qin Xuan reached out and put away the Soulless Holy Sword, looking at the blood-stained Holy Son Quanming under the Jiuyou Luotian Gate.
"Ant, do you think you are the only one who can use this earth's holy energy to accumulate death energy!?"
"It's just ignorance!"
When Holy Son Quanming moved the holy soldiers, Jiuqu Zhenquanmen wanted to kill Qin Xuan, but unfortunately, Qin Xuan's sword was faster.
He looked at the head of Holy Son Quanming and chopped it down with one sword.
puff!
The severed head was like a stone, rolled to the ground, and finally submerged into the huge crack.
Qin Xuan looked at the headless corpse coldly, stood up with his sword put away, and flipped his palm to pocket the Jiuqu Zhenquan Gate and the immortal treasures stored by the Holy Son of Quanming.
As the nine-layer giant gate dispersed, Qin Xuan stepped forward.
Invincible in the fourth realm of Hunyuan, the son of Saint Quanming.
die!
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The corpse of a saint that was a hundred feet in size emerged. This was the corpse of a saint from a foreign race in the fairyland, the Nanmanling tribe, and was buried here.
This clan is now extinct in this world. It was born at the beginning of this era, but was eventually submerged in the years of the Southern Territory.
Even from the beginning of this era to now, more than 36 billion years have passed, and too many races have been annihilated in that dark and turbulent era.
A hundred miles away, Qin Xuan looked at the huge holy corpse in the distance and slowly turned around.
He walked to the top of a mountain, his immortal power moved slightly, and he cut the stone like a chair and sat on it quietly.
Around his waist, there is a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle, a shackle on the waist
"This is the method of refining the saint!?"
Qin Xuan looked at the scroll, with this method reflected in his indifferent pupils.
This is an immortal technique, which can also be said to be a forbidden technique. It is used to refine the holy corpse, squeeze out the remaining holy essence, and turn it into a pool of water, which can temper the body and even be used for cultivation.
Moreover, within this method, seventeen holy corpses can be used to refine a square of water from the Underworld Saint Pond.
Qin Xuan seemed to understand why Holy Son Quanming came to the Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain. He wanted to use the holy corpse here to practice this method and help him become a saint.
Qin Xuan's palm shook, and the scroll was annihilated in his palm.
"It reminds me that although Yuanli is difficult to practice, there are many holy corpses here!"
"There are still some who have not been eroded by resentment and have become evil spirits!"
Qin Xuan murmured to himself, "Unfortunately, this method is too clumsy and far inferior to all my methods."
He pondered slightly. In his previous life, he had obtained a similar method in a forbidden area, called Refining the Holy Heavenly Pool.
Although it seems to be a righteous thing, in fact, it is a great disrespect to use the saint's corpse to refine the saint's corpse to squeeze out the remaining holy essence and holy essence, forming a pool of death energy, which can be used to break through, greatly increase the cultivation level, and even this
Become a saint.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "I will definitely not use it before doing it again!"
"There are still benefits to losing the Seven Souls!
These saints, nothing more, are the stones under my feet, Qin Changqing, as for the rest... I will make up for it myself after I find the seven souls!"
His heart was like a mirror, and he entrusted his troubles to himself after finding the seven souls.
As for now, he should be focusing on cultivation. In his eyes, he has no respect for those so-called saints. In his eyes, everything in the world is nothing more than a stone under his feet to carry him forward.
Qin Xuan had already moved the Soul Burial Lotus before it was refined. He had stepped into the Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain before and felt some holy corpses scattered throughout the Nine Layers of the Mountain. Some of them had not yet become spirits and were not alive.
Erosion happens to be something he can use.
On the top of a mountain, Qin Xuan chopped into pieces a skeletal creature comparable to the fourth realm of Hunyuan.
Qin Xuan dismantled his body and took out one of the sacred bones.
Qin Xuan continued to move forward, and he was at the top of a mountain, looking at a holy corpse.
The majesty of a saint is as powerful as a mountain, and as faint as the heaven and earth.
Qin Xuan looked at the corpse of the saint with two wings on his back, and said calmly: "The Fallen Wings clan has no existence in this world. Why don't you help me, Qin Changqing, with the stone under my feet, instead of turning into a saint corpse here, it will be more meritorious."
Total destruction is much stronger."
Qin Xuan looked at the holy corpse, and the holy sword appeared in his hand. Suddenly, the holy sword suppressed the power of the holy corpse. Qin Xuan directly condensed the holy corpse into the palm of his hand, turning it into a palm-sized statue, hanging on his waist.
Qin Xuan walked alone in the Nine Layers of the Fallen Saint Mountain. He used his holy soldiers to counter the holy power and suppressed the bones of the saints one after another.
Until, his waist was almost filled with holy corpses and some scattered holy bones.
"We can barely gather twenty-one statues, and there are only seventy-nine statues left before we can use the Refining Holy Heavenly Pond!"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he began to search for bones in the Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain.
Refining Saint Tianchi is even an ancient forbidden method, but its requirements are also extremely demanding.
It takes the bones of at least a hundred saints to create a Tianchi.
Qin Xuan did not remember exactly how many saints' bones there were in the Nine Layers of the Meteor Saint. In his previous life, the Seven Forbidden Lands were not suppressed. He mostly focused on the seven forbidden areas. Similar to the Nine Layers of the Meteor Saint, there were few opportunities. On the contrary,
The danger is huge, so naturally he will not get involved too much.
"That's all, just stay here for a while!"
"With the Bone Condensation Pond of the Hundred Saints and the Emperor's Method of Refining Yuan, it should be possible to refine a kind of Holy Dao Nether Yuan!"
Qin Xuan looked at the gloomy Nine Layers of the Meteor Saint Mountain, and the Five Elements Mysterious Wings behind him shook, and then he headed towards the places he had never touched.
The Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain is huge. If you want to travel all over this place, you have to avoid the presence of saints and semi-saints, which will probably take a lot of time.
Fortunately, Qin Xuan still has fifty-six years to live, so he is not too eager to extend his life.
There is even a holy medicine in the Southern Territory that can extend his life for another thirty years or so.
Time passed, and as if waves were rising in the Southern Territory, Qin Xuan alone searched for more than nine years in this dangerous place with nine levels of darkness and a ring of mountains.
In the past nine years, Qin Xuan has traveled almost all over the Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain.
He probably also knows how many saints are buried here in the Nine Layers of the Meteor Saint. According to the bones of the saints he perceives, the holy bones collected in his waist, plus those saint corpses that have turned into holy beasts.
Qin Xuan's waist was almost covered with holy bones, and he looked quietly at the darkened Nine Layers of Meteor Saint Mountain.
"In this era of turmoil, more than 300 saints have fallen in this southern region alone?"
"You deserve the four words of darkness and turmoil!"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He had never personally experienced the dark turmoil, but he had experienced great catastrophes. Even in the previous catastrophe, the saints of the Southern Territory plus the previous ones, the total number of saints did not exceed 200, and they were not as good as the Nine Layers of the Meteor Saint Mountain.
Xu Wushang once said that in the previous era, it was ten times more powerful than it is now.
When she gathered the Heavenly Dao, she only gathered a small part of it. Even now, after a long period of accumulation, the power of the Heavenly Dao is still incomparable to that of the previous era!
Qin Xuan got rid of these distracting thoughts, he walked to a mountain, cut the mountain and leveled the ground, and opened a square pond with a size of ten feet.
"Open the Tianlian Lake!"
"I don't know what kind of holy essence it is that is refined into a fusion!"