Above the Imperial City, all the eighteen king-level officials showed fear on their faces.
One hundred thousand years have passed since that original battle.
Even though they have never been to the Ancient Plains, they have heard legends about immortals.
One man fought fiercely against the three great emperors outside the territory, the ancient ruins, and the heavens. Finally, he broke through in the annihilation, achieved his own achievement, and pushed across the territory 300 billion miles away.
Even if placed in the Netherworld, this would still be a legend.
The most important thing is that one hundred thousand years have passed since those legendary deeds.
No one knows how far the current immortal has grown.
King level!?
Qin Xuan came over. He looked at the kings present and said calmly: "Why are you arguing?"
The words were calm, but these words made all the kings present frown slightly.
It seemed that Qin Xuan regarded himself as the Lord of the Netherworld.
What's more, now that the Beiyin Emperor may have died, they also have disloyal feelings in their hearts.
Throughout the ages, there has been only one Lord of the Netherworld, and the Emperor of Beiyin is the second.
If the Beiyin Emperor dies, perhaps they can also occupy the position of Lord of the Netherworld and master the supreme secrets and power.
"Xian, this is Netherworld's matter and has nothing to do with you."
"There are rumors that the Lord of the Underworld has died. Perhaps you should face the contender directly."
The one who spoke out was King Zikai. He had spoken out before and wanted to retreat and abandon the imperial city to save himself.
Qin Xuan looked at the Zikai King, and his faint gaze made the Zikai King's face change slightly.
However, he was very confident that even if this immortal was Young Master Netherworld, he was just a disciple of the Northern Yin Emperor.
Even if the other party dislikes him, he still has to ask for help from him now. After all, protecting the Imperial City is the most important thing.
But he never thought that after Qin Xuan saw his gaze, a cold smile appeared on his thin lips.
The next moment, Qin Xuan took action directly. He stepped away with a speed that surpassed the years.
King Zikai's instinctive crisis was something he never expected. Just a disagreement, and the immortal immediately took action.
Even so, he knew that Qin Xuan's speed was enough to transcend time, so he tried his best to break free, in order to affect Qin Xuan's speed and force him out of the realm that transcended time.
Unfortunately, he was still too slow. In the next moment, a hand had already pinched his throat. With a slight shock, the terrifying killing force directly overwhelmed the king-level man.
A small tower rose across the sky, with terrifying killing power, nearly turning the top of the Imperial City into a sea of blood.
When the other seventeen king-level beings saw this scene, their expressions changed.
In an instant, King Zikai fell.
The strength of the immortal is so terrifying, perhaps, it has surpassed the king level.
After killing a King-level one, Qin Xuan turned around and looked at the other King-level ones, "Hey, who else has a problem!?"
The seventeen king-level officials were awe-inspiring and did not dare to be disrespectful.
Qin Xuan put away the killing tower this time and returned with infinite killing power.
In this world, the strong are respected. In front of other living beings, those who are at the king level are those who are superior, strategizing, and even invincible.
But in front of people who are more powerful than them, they are no different from all other living beings.
In the imperial palace, Qin Xuan stepped in.
He looked at the seventeen kings and said slowly: "You are responsible for calming down the unrest in various places. There is no need to worry about the person who is fighting for the crossing. I will handle it personally."
The seventeen kings looked at each other, and one of them said: "Young Master, I'm afraid it's too dangerous for you to be alone."
"I will go with you!"
This king-level king is the king who went to the Ancient Plains to rescue Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan looked at the king and smiled lightly, "No need!"
After his voice fell, he said in a gentle tone: "I hope that when I face the people who are fighting for the crossing, you will not add insult to injury."
"If not, when I come back, if I see someone taking advantage of the situation, I, Qin Changqing, will not hesitate to blame him."
**Being crowned king makes everyone’s heart tremble slightly.
Even if I am dissatisfied, I dare not.
…
Qin Xuan also left the Imperial City. Without him, the Imperial City would be destined to be in chaos.
He looked in the direction where the contender was coming, and also looked into the fifth cave.
Qin Xuan stepped forward and walked forward.
One hundred thousand years ago, the Beiyin Emperor went to the Ancient Plains to save him, regardless of the underworld.
Now, it's his turn to do the same.
At this moment, a creature was flying across the sky in front of him, and behind him, there was already an empty city.
Wherever it passed, everything withered, and all living things were turned into primitive breath and swallowed by it.
The same is true for living beings.
It is as if all the living beings in this netherworld, including lonely souls and wild ghosts, are just wisps of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
The more creatures it swallows, the stronger the aura of this creature becomes.
Before, the power that could kill the king level easily was not in its heyday.
Suddenly, this creature raised its eyes, and the head of Shi Peng could not help but look at it.
Within the three pairs of eyes, a figure was standing high in the sky, with hands behind his back.
The white clothes looked like white snow and were incompatible with this dark world.
The person who came was none other than Qin Xuan.
The man who fought for the crossing was not polite, he took action directly.
On his shoulder, the roc opened his mouth.
The world where Qin Xuan was located was distorted in an instant.
It seems that there is a supreme will that directly unites the world, extracts Qin Xuan from this world, and brings him to an unknown place.
Metaphorically speaking, Qin Xuan is like the person in the painting. Someone dug out the part where Qin Xuan was, along with the paper.
Qin Xuan felt this transcendent terrifying power, and there was neither sadness nor joy on his face.
He has met more than one Struggler, but he is the first to be so powerful and capable of depriving such a level of power.
Qin Xuan's palm trembled slightly, and he directly cut open the stripped world and jumped out.
When he settled down, there seemed to be a trace of surprise in the eyes of the contender.
"what's your name?"
Qin Xuan spoke, and his words conveyed some eternal meaning to the contender.
The contender actually showed a smile. He looked at Qin Xuan for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth and uttered words from the underworld.
"Good cutting!"
"You, yes, are you willing to surrender to me?"
The contender opened his mouth and looked at Qin Xuan in a new light.
Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile. He looked into his hand and a sword appeared in his palm.
Endless Sword!
At this time, there were also great changes in the Endless Sword.
On the pitch-black sword body, the ends of the blades on both sides are like red silk, and there are even more dense Dao patterns on it.
Someone here will recognize that it is the Tao pattern of the Thirteen Extremes.
The hilt of the sword was as red as blood.
The man in white clothes held his sword, looked at the people fighting for the crossing, and said: "I, Qin Changqing, will not lose to all living beings in the world throughout my life."
"No one can make me surrender."
"You, on the other hand, are my enemies. Do you know your fate!?"
The contender was slightly startled, as if he was savoring the meaning of Qin Xuan's words.