In front of him, Fang Shengyuan's throat was like a jade throat. At this moment, it seemed like decay was spreading to his body.
Qin Xuan held the Soulless Holy Sword in his hand and stood quietly in the void.
The Immortal Sword Technique was created by him after he became the Great Emperor in his previous life.
Qingdi Sword, Hunyuan Slayer, and The Other Shore were all created before he became emperor.
Even the most powerful sword of the Blue Emperor Sword, Emperor Killing, is much immature compared to the Sword of Eternal Life.
The biggest difference between the Eternal Life Sword and the Qingdi Sword is that the Eternal Life Sword is completely based on the Nine Paths.
Each form contains one to several collections of the nine powers.
There is even a tenth path that few sentient beings know about...
Fang Shengyuan stared at Qin Xuan. There was no panic or fear in his eyes. Although his eyes were pale, there was a calmness that seemed to see through everything, and a hint of anger.
In this silence, Qin Xuan slowly pulled out the Spiritless Holy Sword in his hand, turned into a subtle light, and returned to his waist.
In an instant, the chaos wings behind Qin Xuan shook, and his body disappeared.
The moment Fang Shengyuan withdrew the Soulless Holy Sword, he was already sitting cross-legged in the void.
She could see that Qin Xuan's sword had exhausted all his strength.
Even so, she still lost.
The saint who had reached the third level of sainthood was defeated by a living being in the third level of Hunyuan.
Humiliation, anger, unwillingness...
Fang Shengyuan's slightly pale eyes slowly closed, and her heart gradually calmed down.
Everything is an external object, not worth affecting the original mind.
This time, she lost, and next time she meets him again, she will never show any mercy!
After about ten breaths, the void around Fang Shengyuan seemed to be solidifying, and even the upper and lower whirlpools were no longer spinning.
Everything is silent except for that single figure walking here.
The incarnation of Emperor Xuantong looked at Fang Shengyuan quietly.
"Yuan'er, you are careless!"
The words were light and there were not many other emotions.
Fang Shengyuan is sitting here cross-legged, and there is still a terrifying cave at his throat, in which the power of the nine paths continues to spread.
Even if it is Shengyuan who has entered the third level of Sainthood as Fang Shengyuan, it is not easy to contend with the remaining sword energy and sword intention in the Immortal Sword Art.
Xuantong's palm moved slightly, and in the palm of his hand, it was like a creature out of thin air.
It was a drop of blood, but it was as bright as a gem. Rays of divine light bloomed, and there were red mist like clouds all around.
As Xuan Tong's palm moved slightly, a drop of blood like a gem fell towards Fang Shengyuan's eyebrows.
The moment it entered his eyebrows, a loud bird song resounded throughout the void.
Just its sound caused ripples to appear in the void, spreading continuously.
From Fang Shengyuan's body, a faint vision appeared.
This is an existence like a Luan and Phoenix, but there are three of them. A pair of wings are spread out, and each feather contains the terrifying power of Taoism.
A layer of crimson flame was burning at Fang Shengyuan's throat, causing the nine powers spreading in it to be burned out and expelled in an instant.
That is the blood of the Great Emperor, from the era where Fang Shengyuan lived, three Zhuxueluan.
In that vision, the sword mark on Fang Shengyuan's throat was slowly healing and making up for it.
Emperor Xuantong withdrew his gaze and wanted to head towards the tomb of Emperor Xunyang.
"Father!"
Fang Shengyuan did not open his eyes, but his lips slowly moved up and down, causing Emperor Xuantong to pause slightly.
"If you lose, you lose!"
"With the body of my father, the great emperor, even a ray of incarnation can bully a creature in the third realm of Hunyuan.
Spirit, it’s too much.”
Fang Shengyuan's voice slowly filled the void, "Yuan'er will remember this humiliation, and I hope my father can give Yuan'er a chance!"
Her eyes, at this moment, slowly opened and closed a crack.
boom!
The majestic Saint Yuan slowly rises from his body, and the power of entering the third level of Sainthood sweeps across the void and the world.
"Yuan'er will personally deal with this person!"
Emperor Xuantong glanced at Fang Shengyuan indifferently. He paused for about ten breaths. Finally, his body disappeared like dust and smoke, leaving only a trace of silver hair, which fell in front of Fang Shengyuan.
Fang Shengyuan frowned slightly, and finally, she placed her hand in front of the silver hair, and the silver hair turned into a ring and landed on Fang Shengyuan's wrist.
Fang Shengyuan's eyes gradually closed again, swallowed a holy pill, and sat cross-legged to practice.
As for Qin Xuan, she is not in a hurry. The most important thing is that she has realized that the passage between the airspace of life and death and the tomb of the great emperor has been completely destroyed. It is not easy to find it.
However, those people in this world will come out sooner or later.
She didn't believe that this person could escape for the rest of his life.
Qin Changqing!
These three words passed through Fang Shengyuan's heart, and the majestic power dissipated, leaving only wisps of substantial Saint Yuan Chengyu, covering his body in it.
…
In the tomb of Emperor Xunyang, Qin Hongyi was full of anxiety. She looked at the ruined overpass in front of her.
Until, Qin Xuan walked out of it dressed in white clothes.
At some point, Qin Xuan had put on new clothes, but the previous one was in pieces.
"Brother Changqing!"
Qin Hongyi rushed towards Qin Xuan, and in Qin Xuan's body, she felt the weakness that Qin Xuan had never felt before.
Qin Xuan smiled softly, "No problem!"
He has already swallowed some pills and is recovering his two immortal essences and immortal thoughts.
However, all the restored immortal energy was consumed by the passage he destroyed into the tomb of Emperor Xunyang.
Qin Xuan's palm gently fell on Qin Hongyi's body, and his eyes calmly looked into the distance.
In the distance, a huge mausoleum appeared in the golden sky.
There are divine chains criss-crossing each other, and there is also a demon dragon coiling mausoleum. A purple-black demon dragon that is 90,000 feet long lies here.
It was transformed by demonic energy and created by Emperor Yuan, and it protects this mausoleum.
Qin Xuan's pupils reflected the Xunyang tomb, but it could be seen that his heart was not here.
Although he had used the Immortal Sword Art, this sword was hundreds of millions of times different from what he had used in his previous life.
In terms of their power, the difference is more than that.
Fang Shengyuan's strength did not surprise him, but what surprised him was that he met a being like Fang Shengyuan when he was in the third realm of Hunyuan.
And, Emperor Xuantong.
At the moment when the passage was destroyed, he felt the overwhelming imperial power. Even though it was weak, it should have come from the incarnation, but it was enough to make Qin Xuan's heart move slightly.
The great emperor of the Second Emperor Realm can be regarded as a top-notch existence even in this era.
Even in this era, the Emperor Taichu who named the Emperor Calendar was only in the Third Emperor Realm.
Thoughts appeared in Qin Xuan's mind, and a sigh lingered in his heart.
"It's too weak after all!"
Beside, Qin Hongyi pursed her lips, and she held Qin Xuan's palm tightly.
"Xunyang, we are in trouble here, so I will lend you my tomb!"
"Someday..."
Qin Xuan murmured softly, "I'll pay you back twice as much!"