Chapter 2136

There are nine secluded places in the underworld, one secluded and one heavy, and the depth of the nine secluded places is the bottom of the fairyland, where the nine secluded places are buried.

Together with its nine secluded passageways, there are nine huge gates.

It is one of the three families of the great emperors, the great power of the Jiuyou family.

Jiuyouluo Tianmen!

Qin Xuan exhausted the immortal yuan, holding the magic power of the great emperor in his hand, Jiuyou Luotian gate. In a moment, Jiuchong Luotian gate represents nine kinds of different meanings of the nether world, sweeping to the Quanming Luotian gate.

Boom!

In an instant, the spring and the gate of heaven, like a little witch to see a big witch, will be broken in an instant.

Among them, there is also the incredible roar of the Holy Son of Quanming, who is suppressed by the Heaven Gate of jiuyouluo.

On this side of the mountain, nine huge gates stand horizontally, and a crack spreads from here to the bottom of the mountain.

Qin Xuan explores his hand, takes the Wuling sword, and looks at the bloody spring son under the Heaven Gate of jiuyouluo.

"Mole ant, do you think you are the only one who can use it to accumulate death?"

"Just ignorance!"

The Holy Son of Quanming moves the holy soldier, and the spring gate of Jiuqu town wants to kill Qin Xuan. Unfortunately, Qin Xuan's sword is faster.

He looked at the head of the son of the spring, and cut it down with one sword.

Poof!

The broken head was like a stone, fell to the ground, and finally fell into the huge crack.

Qin Xuan coldly looked at the headless corpse and stood up with his sword. He turned his hand and even collected the Jiuqu town spring gate and the treasure of the spring son.

With the nine gates dispersing, Qin Xuan steps forward.

Hunyuan fourth realm is invincible, the son of Quanming sage.

Die!

……

This is the corpse of a saint of a strange race in the fairyland, nanmanling, who was buried here.

This group, now extinct in the world, was born at the beginning of this era, but eventually submerged in the years of southern regions.

Even from the beginning of this era to now, it has been more than 36 billion years. There are too many races annihilated in the dark and turbulent era.

A hundred miles away, Qin Xuan looked at the huge holy corpse from a distance and slowly turned his head.

He went to the top of a mountain, where Xianli moved, cut rocks like a chair, and sat quietly.

At his waist, he spits out a scroll, which is not like the thing of this era. It seems to be made of some kind of holy skin, and it is slightly rough under the touch.

"This is the way to refine the sage!"

Qin Xuan is looking at this scroll, the pupil of indifference is reflecting this method.

This is a kind of immortal method, also can be said to be a kind of forbidden technique, which is to refine the holy corpse, extract the remaining holy yuan, and turn it into a pool of water, so as to refine the body and even cultivate it.

Moreover, in this method, 17 holy corpses can be used to refine a pool of water.

Qin Xuan seems to understand why the son of Quan Ming came to this meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain. He wants to use the holy corpse to practice this method and help him become a saint.

Qin Xuan palm a shock, this scroll then annihilates in its palm.

"It reminds me that although Yuanli is hard to practice, there are many holy corpses here!"

"There are still some who have not been eroded by resentment and become monsters!"

Qin Xuan muttered to himself, "unfortunately, this method is too bad, far less than all my methods."

He pondered a little. In his previous life, he had obtained this kind of similar method in a forbidden area, called Liansheng Tianchi.

Although it seems to be haozheng, in fact, it is the body of a saint, the body of a saint is used to extract the remaining Shengyun and Shengyuan, which can be used to break through, greatly improve, or even become a saint.

Qin Xuan's vision is indifferent, "before changing to do, I definitely won't use!"

"It's good to lose seven spirits! These saints are just the stones at the foot of Qin Changqing. As for the rest When I get back seven spirits, I'll make up for it myself! "

His heart is like a mirror, entrusted the trouble to himself after finding seven spirits.

As for now, he thinks that cultivation is the most important thing for him. In his eyes, the so-called saints are he Jingzhi. In his eyes, all things in the world are just stones under his feet, carrying them into the road ahead.

Qin Xuan had already moved before the lotus had been refined. When he stepped into the Jiuchong mountain, he felt that some holy corpses were scattered all over the Jiuchong mountain. Some of them had not yet come to life and were not eroded by the dead Qi. It happened that they could be used by him.

At the top of a mountain, Qin Xuan chopped up a corpse that was comparable to the fourth realm of Hunyuan.

Qin Xuan disassembled his body and took one of the sacred bones.

Qin Xuan continued to move forward. He was at the top of a mountain, looking at a holy corpse.

The power of saints is like a mountain, like the presence of heaven and earth.

Qin Xuan looked at the body of the sage with two wings on his back and said faintly, "there is no one left in this world. If you are not the stone at the foot of Qin Changqing, it would be better to help me than to turn it into a holy corpse here and destroy my merits."

Qin Xuan looks at the holy corpse, and the sword appears in his hand. Suddenly, the sword suppresses the power of the holy corpse. Qin Xuan directly condenses the holy corpse into a palm size and hangs it on his waist.Qin Xuan walks alone in this meteorite Saint nine heavy mountain. He uses holy soldiers to fight against holy power and suppresses the bones of saints.

Until then, his waist was almost covered with holy corpses, and some scattered holy bones.

"I can only scrape up twenty-one, and seventy-nine are left, so that I can practice the holy Tianchi."

Qin Xuan's eyes indifference, began in the meteorite Saint nine heavy mountain began a long way to find bone.

Liansheng Tianchi is even an ancient forbidden method, but its requirements are also extremely harsh.

At least 100 saints' bones are needed to make a Tianchi.

Qin Xuan didn't remember the exact number of the bodies of the saints in this meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain. In his previous life, the seven forbidden areas were not suppressed. His eyes were mostly in the seven forbidden areas, similar to this meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain. There were few opportunities, but there were great dangers. Naturally, he would not be involved in them too much.

"Just stay here for a while."

"The ossification of a hundred saints, combined with the method of refining Yuan emperor, should be able to refine a kind of holy way Ming Yuan!"

Qin Xuan looked at this gray meteorite holy nine heavy mountain, behind the five elements Xuanyi a shock, then to those places he had not touched.

Meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain is huge. If you want to travel all over the place, you have to avoid the existence of some saints and semi saints. I'm afraid it will take time.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan still has 56 years to live, but he is not in a hurry to prolong his life.

Among the southern regions, there is still a holy medicine, which can prolong his life for another 30 years or so.

As time goes by, if the waves are surging up in the southern region, Qin Xuan has been searching for more than nine years in this dark, mountainous and dangerous place.

Over the past nine years, Qin Xuan has almost traveled all over the meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain.

He probably also knows how many saints are buried in this place. According to his perception of the bones of saints, the bones collected in his waist, and the corpses that have been transformed into the objects of saints and murderers.

Qin Xuan's waist is almost covered with holy bones, quietly looking at the dark meteorite Saint Jiuchong mountain.

"In this era of turmoil, more than 300 saints fell from this southern region alone?"

"Be worthy of the four words of darkness and turmoil!"

Qin Xuan's eyes are indifferent. He has never experienced the dark turmoil, but he has experienced the great calamity. Even if it was the great calamity of the previous life, the saints of the southern regions and the ancient times, there were no more than 200 saints in total, which is not as good as the nine great mountains.

Xu Wushang once said that in the last era, she was more than ten times stronger than today. When she first gathered the way of heaven, she only gathered a small part. So far, with the accumulation of long years, the power of the way of heaven is hard to compare with that of the last era!

Qin Xuan get rid of these thoughts, he went to a mountain, cut the mountain flat, open a square pool with the size of ten feet.

"Open the Tianchi Lake!"

"I don't know what kind of Shengyuan is refined and integrated!"

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