Chapter 1951： Sleeping in the sand

The first fairy beast in Hunyuan, the golden phoenix!

fall from the sky!

With a roar, the Phoenix blood spread in the dragon desert, and two golden phoenix corpses fell in the desert like a mountain.

In the distance, Li Lingyu's three eyes were silent.

They looked at the body standing in the sky, and their minds were blank.

True fairy cut Hunyuan!

At this moment, the world in their eyes was completely shattered.

There is no lack of weakness in Qin Xuan's eyes. In his body, there is only a part of immortal immortal essence and a trace of sacred power.

"Bengquan!"

Da Luo Xuan Long Gourd opened, a mysterious light turned into a dragon of hundreds of feet, and the Phoenix corpse and blood on the dragon desert were collected into it.

Bianqian seemed a little bit painful, even though the sun-swallowing golden phoenix had passed away, its bones and blood were still hot and terrifying.

Qin Xuan slowly turned around until he didn't even leave a drop of Phoenix blood, and was swallowed into the Da Luo Xuanlong gourd.

On his body, the cracks are shocking, and the bones can be seen from those cracks on his face, which looks terrifying.

Qin Xuan's faint-eyed Saul was on Li Lingyu's trio. He has now suffered heavy injuries, which is the first time he has suffered such severe injuries since he entered the immortal world.

If the three of Li Lingyu did it, there might be a chance that Qin Changqing would fall.

Almost...one in a million!

Unfortunately, as Qin Xuan's eyes fell, the three of Li Lingyu trembled suddenly and woke up.

The three of them bowed their heads in panic, and didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​doing anything to Qin Xuan.

In their eyes, Qin Xuan was too deep and unfathomable, and too terrifying.

They have already left them completely without any other thoughts, leaving them in panic and awe.

Qin Xuan's gloomy eyes were calm, seeing the three of them bow their heads, the Eternal Sword in his hands flashed, and one of his white hair was broken and returned to his waist.

The white hair fluttered gently, falling into the cracked palm.

Qin Xuan looked at the nineteen suspended saint bones, and the two saint bones that had been submerged in the yellow sand of Longmo without a trace.

In Qin Xuan's eyes, the nineteen saint bones shrank, turned into bone beads, and entered this white hair.

Qin Xuan stepped, pushed aside the yellow sand with his palm, and looked at the dim, pale holy bone.

The Guo Family of the Northern Territory!

Zhongyu Wanjia!

Qin Xuan whispered, "My life, Qin Changqing, will do what I say."

"You guys, rest assured!"

At the sound of the sound, the two saint bones changed, turned into pale bone beads into the white hair, connected with the other nineteen bone beads, and entered Qin Xuan's cracked wrist.

It can be seen that the nineteen bone beads still have a touch of luster, but the two bone beads are like gravel, ordinary to the extreme.

Qin Xuan stood on this desert, and it took no more than a stick of incense from the time he touched the bones of the saint.

It took at least half an hour for those saints in Tianjiu Prefecture to reach Longmo.

This is the Emperor Burial Mausoleum. Those saints dare not break through the air, otherwise it will cause a catastrophe. Even if it is the speed of the saints, you must be careful in this Burial Emperor Tomb.

Long Mo has not yet been buried in the depths of the emperor's tomb, but the saints have entered it, and some terrifying existence in the emperor's tomb will never be left alone.

Qin Xuan slowly turned around and looked towards the direction of Tianjiu Sacred Pass.

Last time, he mixed with Yuan Luo Jiu in his face, and heard it like a king.

Even if Hun Yuan was overwhelmed and cracked his evergreen immortal body, Qin Xuan uttered wild words, not afraid of Hun Yuan.

Luo Jiu ignored him Qin Changqing. If it was really because of his few words and Luo Jiu started his hands, what would be the result now?

Or, Wen Rujun did something about it instead of verbally.

The corner of Qin Xuan's mouth suddenly picked.

"The world is impermanent, you can't help it!"

"I Qin Changqing is in this life, Hun Yuan is also difficult to be born!"

"If it weren't for the point where life and death were truly established, or if it wasn't for the moment when it wasn't true that it had to be exhausted, who could determine the universe?"

He whispered softly, looking at the direction of the Tianjiu Sacred Pass, and turned around.

Luo Jiu, the third and fourth realm of Hunyuan!

Wen Rujun, the second realm of Hunyuan!

He is Qin Changqing, a true immortal.

But who can live and die, who can decide?

He looked at the vast Long Desert, and immediately, stepped on his feet, moving the last meager holy power in his body, rushing to the depths of the Long Desert.

...

Half an hour after Qin Xuan left, a figure sat in the holy driver and appeared above the dragon desert.

Sage Tianjiu looked at this piece of heaven and earth, and whispered, "Are you saint bones? Twenty-one saint bones flew out of the buried emperor's mausoleum?"

"Sword Imperial Heaven and Earth!? Really immortal breath..."

His face was blurred, his body was shocked by the world, and finally, slowly raised his head and looked into the depths of the dragon desert.

Vaguely, in the depths of this Long Desert, a touch of coercion seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Around the Heavenly Nine Saints, the heavens and the earth seemed to be frozen, and then a cold snort came from that fuzzy face.

"Beast, if it hadn't been for the buried emperor's mausoleum, this saint would have cut you for medicine!"

A faint Shengwei appeared, without seeing its movement, the long desert beneath him quietly annihilated a layer, full of thickness.

The Heavenly Nine Saints faintly looked into the depths of the Long Desert, the holy driver turned and walked towards the Tianjiu Sacred Pass.

After the Heavenly Nine Saints left, there were four or five Dao existences, and they came in a short period of time.

Each of them is terrifying to the extreme, and their faces are blurred, as if they are the master of this world.

Some people muttered to themselves, some people speculated about something, and some even wanted to enter the depths of this dragon desert, but were deterred by the pressure of that depth, and never rushed into it.

In the end, these people all turned and left.

...

Above the Long Desert, white clothes swept the sky, some creatures had not yet walked out of the holy prestige, and they had never paid much attention to the figure in the sky.

It has been hundreds of thousands of miles since Qin Xuan left the land of Slashing the Phoenix. With that trace of holy power, Qin Xuan's speed was even more terrifying than when he had a complete victory, comparable to that of Da Luo moving forward with full force at least seven turns.

For four hours, in the air, Qin Xuan continued to support his body with an immortal immortal element.

His eyes were even hanging slightly, as if he had reached the limit.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's figure fell down uncontrollably.

"Is it the limit?"

"Fine, there are still three million miles away!"

"When you wake up, go again!"

Qin Xuan muttered softly in his heart, and in a sudden, his body fell into the desert without any sound.

The surrounding area was filled with yellow sand, but Qin Xuan seemed to blend in with this lifeless, extremely hot sand.

Suddenly a strong wind came and rolled a little yellow sand, completely submerging Qin Xuan in it.

As time passed, the yellow sands increased, completely submerging Qin Xuan in it.

Beneath the Long Desert, it was three feet thick, and a dark place.

There is a meager mysterious light, propping up a space under this desert.

Qin Xuan's quiet Pingtang was transformed into a form in this darkness, carrying a drop of Phoenix blood on his back, carefully blending into Qin Xuan's belly.

One drop, one drop, Qin Xuan let the blood vine lips secrete into his throat, as if a clay cow enters the sea, Qin Xuan never fluctuates at all, there is only a dead silence, as if sleeping in the desert.