Chapter 2013： This is the fate (five change asks monthly ticket)

"Fine!"

Qin Xuan stopped abruptly in the air, and he looked at the devil wind that was already less than a hundred meters long and had already approached, avoiding the inevitable devil wind of scourge.

With his hands condensed and his body suffered, immortal accumulation rises, like a longevity tree.

"this is……"

Brother Mo Yu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, Qin Xuan knew the sea, and the Sacred Heart was moving.

On the longevity wood, a monstrous holy might suddenly erupted.

"Sheng Wei!"

"Sure enough, he is after the saint!"

Zhen Qianzhou looked at this scene and couldn't help but gasp.

Shengwei, in Qin Changqing's hands, there must be saint soldiers, or things of saints, to have such a strong Shengwei.

A faint coolness flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes, and he wanted to sacrifice to the Sacred Heart. Suddenly, his expression was slightly shaken.

In the distance, the dark magic wind suddenly disappeared.

As if the tide receded, everyone could not help being surprised by this scene.

Qin Xuan stared into the distance, his wrists, seventeen sacred bones, ready to go.

An old man, at the end of his gaze, walked barefoot.

The old man's clothes are ragged, and his eyes are chaotic, like a walking dead.

But in the center of the old man's eyebrows, there was a dark bead, which was condensed by the demon wind of the scourge and condensed into substance.

The old man gently took this bead from his forehead and placed it in his palm.

Then, he blew it gently, and the bead disappeared here like a ray of light.

Qin Xuan furrowed his brows, and his expression became extremely solemn for the first time.

Brother and sister Mo Yu, sister and brother Zhen Qianzhou, were in shock at this moment.

The Scourge Devil Wind, which even the Saint Soldiers could only stop, was played with by this old man at will.

Who is this old man?

Zhen Qianzhou and Luo Fuxian remembered the clan records, "Is it possible to be buried in the tomb of the emperor!?"

"The Great!?"

This pair of siblings only feels like they have fallen into reincarnation.

The great emperor, the true pinnacle of the immortal world, whose ancestors are holy, is still insignificant in front of the emperor.

Brother Mo Yu, at this moment, faintly secreted cold sweat.

The body couldn't help trembling, this kind of panic came to my heart.

The old man is still calm, coming in steps.

"You come to kill me!?"

Qin Xuan's thin lips opened slightly, his face solemn.

Such words were unheard of in front of the old man.

For a hundred breaths, even Qin Xuan didn't move rashly, watching the barefooted, ragged old man.

The old man walked up to Qin Xuan, less than three feet away, and stepped quietly.

"Nuo Da buries the emperor's mausoleum, and it's fate to meet!"

"You guys, there are difficulties, I can help you wait for one thing!"

The old man's voice was stern, and there was no emotion in those chaotic eyes.

Qin Xuan's brows suddenly eased, his solemnity disappeared, and he smiled lightly: "What a fate!"

"Nature is a good fate!" The old man smiled, his smile made people feel like spring breeze.

"Send them away, leave this burial mausoleum to the edge!" Qin Xuan said softly.

In the old man's chaotic eyes, he watched Qin Xuan quietly.

"Okay, as you wish!"

As the sound fell, the old man flicked his sleeves slightly, and in an instant, a huge whirlpool appeared in the sky over the entire mine of Gods and Demons.

Afterwards, the four Luo Fuxian were caught in the whirlpool by an irresistible force before they could speak.

Under the whirlpool, Qin Xuan and the old man were left, with a pair of indifferent eyes and a pair of chaotic eyes, quietly looking at each other.

The world seems to be silent at this moment.

"You, come to find me!?" Qin Xuan put away the wind and thunder fairy wings and landed on the ground.

"No, this is the fate, it's wonderful!" The old man laughed.

"The change of the buried emperor's mausoleum was suppressed?" Qin Xuan looked at the old man, "It seems that the Xu family has done it, who is it?"

A faint light suddenly flashed across the old man's chaotic eyes, as if a lightning bolt penetrated the chaos.

He looked at Qin Xuan, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Finally, he smiled leisurely, "That old fellow Xu Ziqing has suppressed for forty-three years. I stay here and I need to suppress it for a while!"

"Some people say that you are the emperor, after thousands of years, now I am afraid that what I said is correct!"

The old man looked at Qin Xuan and sat down on the spot.

Qin Xuan also sat cross-legged, dressed in white and ragged, two figures sitting quietly in the sky above the mine of gods and demons.

"She asked you to suppress it. It seems that she wants to be canonized and bound the emperor!"

"With your emperor's order, open the beginning of this great calamity!"

Qin Xuan took a stone and dropped it on the ground at will. With strength inside, it collided with a piece of gravel, causing one to tremble.

The old man also took out a stone, "I am already old, and in another seven hundred years, I am afraid that it is my power that I will not even be as good as a new emperor."

"It's better to reserve a place for future generations!"

"First in this life, but my Hunyuan line is not weak."

Qin Xuan frowned, "She is still the same, and this is what I don't like about her, but she has never made a mistake."

"You can be regarded as a life of asceticism, and there are descendants who have not yet become a talent, and you are willing to be an abandoned son, and you are also regarded as suffering!"

The old man looked at Qin Xuan and suddenly smiled.

"There are not many who dare to mention that person in the fairy world so lightly. It seems that if you can let her lay out for you, the secrets in you are far more than I know."

"I'm looking for you because I want to see you, how can such a believer exist!"

"Unfortunately, seeing is worse than seeing, I can't wait to be my younger generation, I can't help being a bit murderous!"

The old man looked at Qin Xuan, the stone in his hand quietly shattered and turned into powder.

Qin Xuan's figure was reflected in his eyes, and he took out a chess piece again.

"When you see me here, you ask evil without mentioning good, for fear that the catastrophe of your road ahead is far beyond my imagination. In other words, the moment you saw me, you already understood my murderous intent!"

"Fine!"

The old man's fingers moved slightly, and the stone fell into Qin Xuan's hand at that moment.

"People die like a lamp, leaving a wisp of smoke!"

"You should leave too, if you are noticed by those guys, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the Burial Tomb!"

Qin Xuan looked at the stone in his hand, and said lightly: "Then they, just stay in this buried emperor tomb!"

"I will come back sooner or later. I am weak now, I'm afraid I won't be able to use my finger."

"Next time, they will know me."

"If you can't die, try to live!"

"Nine hundred years are left. As you wait, you can get a glimpse of Changsheng."

Qin Xuan put away the stone and stood up slowly.

He looked at the whirlpool in the sky and sighed slightly.

"Can you choose which one it is?"

The old man was still sitting cross-legged, and he looked down at the ground.

"Then it depends on who is unlucky!"

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, "Okay!"

Immediately behind Qin Xuan, Fenglei Xianyi shook and disappeared into the world.

The old man raised his head slightly, but a faint smile flashed across his eyes, and the sky fell apart at this moment.

"Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!"

"It turns out that it looks like this."

Faint words, dispersed under this mine of gods and demons, and immediately, in this shattered world of thousands of miles, a figure is still stepping, and its back gradually elongates and disappears into this world.