Chapter 1952

In the darkness, the white clothes were broken.

Drop by drop, the blood of the Phoenix is carrying on, and it doesn't enter Qin Xuan's lips.

As time goes by, it has been four years since Qin Xuan came here.

In the eyes of Emperor Qin, even if the emperor's body was seriously damaged, it was a shock to the immortal.

The difference between the six realms is far from heaven and earth.

In the past, it was just like the immortal yuan.

The world is wide, a strong wind can kill ants, ants shake the sky, how difficult?

In the eyes of all living beings in the fairyland, it is almost unimaginable.

Even though Qin Xuan had been sleeping for four years, he had never recovered completely.

However, on his body, those ferocious and terrifying cracks that could be seen were almost restored, and there were only wisps of indifferent traces.

As for what happened to Qin Xuan, I'm afraid only Qin Xuan knows.

For four years, he was carrying the blood of the Phoenix, and almost consumed it all.

In the fourth year, he also thoroughly refined the golden phoenix of tunri into daluowan beast wine.

A thousand cups of daluowan animal wine, accompanied by the exhaustion of Huang's blood, he took out the daluowan animal wine and put it into Qin Xuan's mouth bit by bit.

Qin Xuan still eyes closed, there was no sign of waking up.

The eternal sword spirit is also communicating with him, and there are some worries in his eyes.

……

Fairyland, the solitary shadow from nowhere in the northern region has crossed the ten states of the northern region, and is located in the eleventh state. It's a long journey alone.

The old man's eyes are full of chaos, unkempt, like a traveler, dusty.

Two years later, in the northern part of fairyland, the Xiao family.

Shijianxian city used to be the Xiao family of the eighth class. Now, nine out of ten people have been injured, and they are finally back in front of the Xiao family.

"Descendants of Xiao Fuyun, please return to their ancestors!"

Xiao Xun, Xiao Ningxue and others are full of sorrow, even tears in their eyes, looking to the Xiao family.

This is a precipice Canyon, which is ten thousand feet deep and nine thousand miles long.

The sound came out slowly and echoed in the canyon.

At the end of the canyon, there are three huge swords, thirty thousand feet high, standing in the world.

On the three huge swords, there are chains running through the palaces.

On one of the huge swords, a figure was sitting.

He was a young man with thin body, black hair hanging high, face like a knife and eyebrows like a sword.

In front of him, there is a sword standing on the huge sword, only three feet, like dust in the mountains.

With the sound of Xiao Xun and others, this man's eyes slowly opened.

"Xiao Fuyun!"

The young man whispered. He turned his head and looked at the end of the nine thousand mile canyon.

The voice of Xiao Xun and others was too weak. However, the young man could hear it nine thousand miles apart.

His eyes moved and he looked at the place where Xiao Xun and others were. Nine thousand miles away, there was a sword in the air.

Whoo!

The sword's intention split the wind for nine thousand li, and it suddenly fell in front of Xiao Xun and others.

On the ground, there was no sound, only a word appeared in front of Xiao Xun and others.

"Yes

The young man closed his eyes again, but many people in Xiao's family opened their eyes.

"What is the meaning of wusheng's sword? Has anyone come to the Xiao's? " An old man's fingers were light, and the void became a mirror. He looked at Xiao Xun and others who were walking slowly in the canyon nine thousand miles away.

Later, his hands coagulate formula, as if in deduction.

"Left to the descendants of Tianbei!"

The old man whispered, looked at Xiao Xun and others, and sighed, "that's all

Immediately, the old man ordered that Xiao Xun and others be arranged

Return to your ancestors!

……

Another four years later, in the fairyland, in the western regions.

In a Buddhist temple, there is a golden Buddha sitting in a huge space vortex.

His eyes slightly open, looking at the front of the temple, then lead on the Sendai, a few flying creatures.

In his eyes, a monk in white slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were calm and deep. He looked at the kowtowing immortal monk and got up to salute.

The monk threw a Buddha jade and fell in front of the white monk.

The white monk's divine thoughts penetrated into it, and then he put away this jade.

"Southern region, arofotu!"

"September, 718!"

"Where there are differences between immortals, even the calendars are very different!"

With a whisper, the monk in white turned and looked out of the temple. The vast sky was filled with golden clouds and ten big suns.

"If we talk about the calendar, Xiaoyou should have soared around 706. In fairyland, there is a difference of 12 years!"He took a deep breath, looked down, and finally waited quietly, waiting for the immortal monk to lead the way.

……

Time flies and the land changes.

Under the Dragon desert, Qin Xuan seems to have forgotten his belongings.

Even the wine of all animals in Daluo was put into the mouth of Qin Xuan. There was no more wine in the Dragon gourd.

Qin Xuan still didn't have the intention to wake up, and he didn't enter the Da Luo Xuan Long Hu.

Vaguely, there seems to be a long sigh, slowly dispersing under the desert.

Longmo, located in qinxuan hundred Li or so, a treasure car is slowly moving.

The car is a three turn immortal treasure, but it is not enough to restrain all the miracles.

Around the car, there were four guards, all alert and restrained.

Each of the guards is a golden immortal of three turns, wearing brown armor and the same color as the desert sand.

After the chariot, there was a man with a handsome face and a faint smile in his mouth.

He followed after the chariot and moved on without delay.

With the passage of time, after a stick of incense, the chariot passed about a hundred miles.

At this time, a guard suddenly raised his hand and looked ahead.

"No! It's the Dragon desert storm

"Be careful, protect Miss Luo!"

The four guardians' faces changed slightly. They did not dare to use the power of Da Luo, for fear that they would attract the attention of some terrible creatures in the depths of the Dragon desert.

The man behind the chariot couldn't help smiling.

"Just a little breeze. Why panic?"

"When I come to break the breeze for Miss Luo!"

A bead appeared in the man's hand. The bead was green and surrounded by an obscure fairy road.

Immediately, with the strong wind, the man threw the bead into the air.

Boom!

The storm swept, but within three feet of the chariot, the wind was calm. At that moment, the beads were like the wind.

The four great Luo Jinxian looked up at the blue pearl. A touch of shock passed in their eyes, and some people showed envy.

The great five turn to the immortal treasure, the heaven and earth set the wind bead!

For them, this treasure is extremely valuable, but the man can throw it out at will.

In the storm, the man gave a proud smile.

"Don't say that it's just the Pearl of the wind. It's the big Luo eight turn immortal beast in front of me. I'll take it as a shelter for Miss Luo!" He looked into the chariot, but there was no sound in it.

The man doesn't think so either. He smiles arrogantly. He looks at the Dragon desert storm as if there is nothing.

Just then, a guard seemed to notice something.

"Be careful!" His face slightly changed and he looked at the man.

"Why be careful? Even if the storm is twice as big, it will be hard to break my wind bead. " The man is full of proud, negative hand looking at the voice of the Da Luo guard.

At this time, a shadow from the sky, just fell on the man's head.

Only a scream rang in this God car, the man is a bit embarrassed to fall to the ground.

On his body, there was a figure. His clothes were damaged and

Like snow grey hair!

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