The red gold spear stopped, and between heaven and earth, Qin Hao's body was like a sculpture.
Even though his arms were completely destroyed, his forehead bones were collapsed, and his skull was cracked like porcelain, there was no wave in his eyes.
But at this moment, Qin Hao's eyes were trembling.
Even though he didn't know whether it was true or not, at this moment, the red gold gun in his hand still stopped.
Under Xuan Jin's face, there was a pair of indifferent eyes and thin lips like a knife.
At this moment, endless memories emerged in Qin Hao's mind.
Infancy, youth, China, Longchi, the world of cultivation, the starry sky, the fairy world, the great catastrophe... and even, finally, within the ancient gods...
Qin Xuan also looked at Qin Hao. He looked at the dullness, joy, expectation, nostalgia, closeness in the other person's eyes... until the end, he felt unbelievable and even a little overwhelmed.
In a pair of eyes, in just a few breaths, the emotions in them were so chaotic.
Not just Qin Xuan, but also in Changsheng Immortal City.
Xu Wushang and Ye Tongyu both had dry breaths and couldn't believe this scene.
Jun Wushuang and others were also stunned. The emotion in their eyes was no less than that of Qin Hao.
There were also creatures in the Shinto lineage who were stunned, and immediately became extremely frightened and angry.
Dong Huang looked at Qin Xuan in front of Xuan Jin, his eyes lit up, "So, this is my concubine's true appearance, hehehe..."
She smiled foolishly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Lin Yaosheng's expression was so wonderful. He mentioned it not long ago, but he never imagined that the young man who could not even compete with him in Tianxu would actually be an immortal.
"Shuzi is bullying me!" Lin Yaosheng shouted, furious. He finally understood that this immortal has definitely known his identity all along.
Suddenly, Lin Yaosheng turned his head and looked at Master Li. He saw that Master Li's expression was as usual, as if he already knew what kind of appearance was hidden under the black gold face.
"Did you know that the immortal is Qin Changqing, and Qin Changqing is the immortal!?"
Lin Yaosheng spoke, he seemed to want to anger Zhenren Li.
Li Zhenren glanced at Lin Yaosheng coldly. This glance also reminded Lin Yaosheng that now that Li Zhenren has become the ancient emperor, he can't beat him, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Li Zhenren withdrew his gaze, and looked at Qin Xuan and Qin Hao again, looking at the Immortal City.
"The immortal is Qin Changqing, Qin Changqing is the immortal!"
"The Immortal City of Immortality regards Qin Changqing as its respect and belief, but now it has killed An Luo, who was protected by the immortal."
He murmured softly, "Whether it's Qin Changqing or an immortal, now that he's taken off his mask, what will you do?"
One party is a beloved relative and friend, and nothing is more important than this.
On the one hand, it is one's own promise.
This is an unsolvable situation, and from beginning to end, his father never even showed up, leaving Xian in a desperate situation.
…
The black gold face fell slowly from Qin Xuan's hand like a fallen leaf in the wind.
It was a gift from Emperor Yao. If you don't throw it away, your body will be shattered into pieces, but the black gold will still be there.
If you abandon it, it will never come back.
Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao. Under his seven orifices, there were burnt red marks, as if they were cracks burned by karmic fire.
The karmic chains on his body became more and more entangled, as if imprinted on Qin Xuan's body.
"who are you!?"
Qin Hao's voice was trembling. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, but there was a great bridge behind Zhuo Xianxiang.
But this almost made him, and even the Immortal City and Immortal World fall into obsession and belief in him. How could Qin Hao's voice not tremble.
"Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, Master Qin of China, Qing Emperor of China, Qing Emperor of Cultivation Realm, Qing Emperor of Immortal Realm, Immortal Realm Emperor, Qin Ancestor of Immortal Realm, all the immortals!"
Qin Xuan spoke calmly, and his words were like thunder that opened up the world from the chaos and struck down in the minds of every living being in the Immortal City.
Is it really him!?
He is not dead yet, he is still alive!?
"Qin Xuan!"
In the Immortal City of Immortality, someone shouted hoarsely, making Qin Xuan look sideways.
He looked at Mo Qinglian, who had always been paranoid but never spoke during this battle.
Facing his wife's call, Qin Xuan's thin lips rose slightly.
"Well, I'm here!"
Three words, for everyone, tears seemed to pour down like floods bursting from the embankments.
In the ancient gods, the true ancestor was martyred and buried in the Shinto.
The tomb is still standing in the Immortal City of Immortality.
They believed in Qin Xuan, but there was inevitably a trace of doubt.
Are Qin Xuan and Qin Changqing no longer here?
But now, this response makes everyone feel almost painful.
How many tears are needed to wash away the long years of waiting, and how much bitterness and torture are needed to calm down the pain that is as long as burning fire.
But at this moment, Qin Xuan had already taken a step forward. Under everyone's unimaginable gaze, Qin Xuan held the tip of the red gold spear with one hand and took a step forward.
boom!
He held the red gold gun back, but the handle of the gun directly shattered Qin Hao's arms and penetrated his chest.
In an instant, this blow made everyone even more stunned.
Qin Hao lowered his head. He looked at his ancient emperor's body being penetrated, and his infinite heart was directly broken.
There was disbelief in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Xuan, only to see that Qin Xuan's expression was still indifferent.
"dad!"
One word says so much.
In this life, Qin Hao has encountered many disasters, but never once has the scars on his body been inflicted by Qin Xuan himself.
But now, his father had injured his body with his own hands, but Qin Hao didn't care at all.
Qin Xuan held the red gold gun and looked at Qin Hao with a calm expression, "I am the immortal, too!"
"This time, I am not for the Immortal City of Immortality, I am for An Luo!"
His words made Qin Hao's eyes tremble. He couldn't believe that these words came from Qin Xuan's mouth.
Qin Hao still had residual power, but he did not move, only showing a sad smile.
"I killed An Luo because I wanted to avenge you!"
Qin Hao coughed up blood in his mouth, and the blood couldn't stop flowing from his lips and teeth.
"Luring the immortals here, delaying until the killing is complete, the boundless immortal land will overturn the lineage of the divine way!"
"Only when An Luo dies will immortals come... Ahem..."
He did not offer any resistance. He held the red gold gun in one hand and said, "If you avenge An Luo, then Hao'er will bear it."
Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao. He originally thought that Qin Hao would be resentful and filled with hatred, but he never thought of it.
Even if he wanted to wipe it from the heavens with his own hands, Qin Hao would actually wait to die.
Every word can penetrate his heart more than the red gold gun.
The shackles of karma seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. The suffocation was as if he had just woken up from the martyrdom of his true ancestor and wanted to take a big breath, but there was a hand that stopped his throat.
I can't even breathe!
He actually didn't even resent him, he didn't even resist.
Qin Xuan's expression was calm, but his face and heart were different.
Even though Qin Xuan was ready for everything, at this moment, his arm trembled slightly.
"It's not your fault. Throughout my life, as a father, I have always thought, if you are safe, what if the whole world is destroyed! It's just that this time, I am no longer here for you."
"I promised to protect An Luo!"
Qin Xuan's eyes closed gently.
"I, Qin Changqing, will always practice what I preach throughout my life!"
The sound fell, and when Qin Hao raised his eyes, Qin Xuan's palm shook, and the path of immortality was like thunder, covering Qin Hao's whole body.
A line of clear tears fell from his eyes, Qin Hao showed a smile, his body gradually disintegrated, like flying ashes, and then his last voice slowly drifted away.
"As long as my father comes back, Hao'er will have no complaints!"