Chapter 2222

In the heaven and earth, Qin Xuan moves ten yang to refine the art of war and refine this star.

It's been a long time. There are so many kinds of weapons. There are more than one kind of materials, at least tens of millions of them.

It's a huge project to refine it and extract a trace of gold from it.

However, Qin Xuan could not afford to spend such a long time on the innate treasure of mother Qi.

Wanjin mother Qi is a kind of congenital Qi separated from chaos.

This Qi can be reused in all things, especially for refining tools, which is close to the supreme treasure.

Even on some imperial soldiers, there was no such golden motherhood.

In his previous life, Qin Xuan did not have a Qing emperor's sword covered with gold. Instead, he had a sword in red's hand.

A reincarnation emperor's sword contains a trace of the mother Qi of all things. However, it is not from this place.

Before red clothes came here, this pass had been broken. The person who broke it was Luo Heitian, not others.

He integrated the mother Qi of all things into the wheel of heaven, which almost swept the whole underworld group.

Even if Luo Heitian killed half an emperor or even became an emperor, he had the power of motherhood.

Qin Xuan while refining the stars, while the mind rotation.

Luo Heitian doesn't know how to break through the six levels. He has just entered the holy realm. It's the key to reach the first level. However, he has lost this opportunity.

"It's a pity that the eternal sword is not there. If the eternal sword is there, you can use it to swallow and refine the sacred treasure, or even become a holy soldier." Qin Xuan heart light Nan, "the past ruthless abandon, afraid it may not be good in the heart!"

He remembered when he abandoned his sword in the southern region, but he didn't think it was wrong.

In the past, he lost seven spirits. Even though he has been with him ever since, if it is in his hands, it will be broken sooner or later. Even if it is not broken, it is just idle.

It is because he lost his seven spirits that he was able to practice by himself.

If a weapon becomes a spirit, it may not be inferior to ordinary creatures.

From the realm of cultivation to the mortal world, he repeatedly refines the ancient swords, which means he will not give up. Otherwise, he will not know how many weapons he has in his hand, and how many powerful enemies he has killed, and he will never be able to compete with him without the love that accompanies him up to now.

"It's all right. It's time to look back. I hope it can live up to its eternal fame."

Qin Xuan secretly shakes his head, eternal now, how fate, that is unknown.

Even he is hard to predict.

However, he taught more than one method of weapon cultivation.

There is also the northern region of fairyland, Qin Lei. I'd rather not lack it. I don't know how it is now?

Perhaps, has fallen, perhaps, in disaster.

Qin Xuan's heart is calm. He has given enough. As for the way, he is not alone.

……

Fairyland, southern region, abyss.

A middle-aged man, quietly looking at this place.

His posture, like a mortal, is complicated in his eyes.

"Breath, here, here, it should be the channel between heaven and hell!"

"Master, have you entered the immortal world?"

He clenched his teeth slightly, with no resentment in his eyes. Immediately, his body turned into a ray of sword light and rushed into the abyss.

In the abyss, the ape opened his eyes slightly.

"It's just that the sword goes into the dark. I owe you a favor. Why stop it?"

It eyes, again slowly closed, for that escape into the underworld sword light, indifferent.

……

Fairyland North domain, a figure, looking at the sea of blood behind.

Behind him, there are seven hundred people of Tianjiao, the former ancient great Luo, all lying dead here.

Ning Wuque is carrying a long gun, but he has a sense of obliteration in his eyes.

"The ancients, die!"

Its sound, if full of resentment, more like a hunter, walking in this northern region.

It's also in front of the fairyland where Ning's family lives.

The thunder is full of light, and a unicorn whose scales are all like white jade floats here.

Qin Lei's body slowly looked at the golden ruins, and he could see the flow of his blood.

"That guy, it's time to go crazy!"

"It's a pity that we have to find him when the situation is coming. Otherwise, once he is possessed, I can't explain to the master!"

Qin Lei, with a trace of regret, has changed a lot. He just walked out of the mausoleum not long ago. However, he heard about the collapse of the city and came here to have a look.

It can be seen that Ning Wukui has already come, but there is a huge stele standing in the ruins of Nuo. Before the stele, there is a mountain of ancient Tianjiao's corpses 3000 years ago, as if they were sacrificing the Ning family.

Immediately, Qin Lei stepped forward and left here directly.

……

In the southern region, on top of a chariot, Zhen Yuan drives. Luo Fu Xian sits in it and lifts the chariot."Miss Luo, I'm afraid he has already left Nanyu. Otherwise, Nanyu can't be so quiet!" Zhen Yuan driving, can't help but say: "fairyland is too big, so find, to find when!"

"No, let's go back!"

After decades of traveling from the northern region to the southern region and crossing the north and the south, he and Luo Fuxian met with many troubles, not to mention many disasters.

It's not even too much to call these troubles a near death.

He grew up a lot, and so did Luo Fu Xian.

In this turbulent world, anyone who does not change must be proud of the whole fairyland, or die and fall.

Luo Fu Xian is silent, she gently puts down the car curtain.

"Let's go to the eastern region. We've all passed the southern region and Kyushu!"

"Even if I haven't found her, I should have experienced it. Roche's pulse is too small!"

With a sigh, Zhen Yuan steered the chariot. Immediately, the chariot changed its direction and headed east.

……

Western regions, a grand meeting of Buddhism and Taoism.

Nearly a thousand years ago, ancient Tianjiao came together. This should have been the place of Buddha's light, but now, it is the place of blood.

In this grand meeting of Buddhism and Taoism, a figure came slowly from a distance, closed his eyes and walked, until, when he came to this place, a former ancient Tianjiao started to kill him.

Boom!

Suddenly, the white monk's eyes opened, and the space around him collapsed and turned into a void.

However, in this void, there is a vast Buddha light, shining on this void, like a pure land.

"Amitabha!"

Monk in white, just spit out four words.

His hands, slowly spread out, right palm slowly to the extreme, to the Hunyuan first scene of the ancient Tianjiao earthquake.

Boom!

In an instant, the ancient pride of heaven was as broken and disintegrated.

At the white monk's arm, there was a blood scale, but only a blood dragon with the thickness of his thumb opened his mouth and swallowed the blood mist into his stomach.

"Monk, with more flesh and blood, it's not enough for the emperor to recover his cultivation!"

The blood dragon sends a sound to the monk in white, which makes his eyes move.

He looked at the blood dragon, but let the blood dragon body slightly stiff.

"Just don't swallow it!"

Blood dragon is full of discontented cold hum a, but no longer say what.

The monk sighed and sighed.

"In such a chaotic world, where can it be a pure land?"

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