Chapter 1602： He woke up (second more ask for monthly pass)

There was no sound in Qin Xuan's body fighting the Buddhist temple.

It has been nearly half a year, and the world of cultivation is surging, but Qin Xuan seems to have fallen.

The chest, even the heart, stopped beating.

In the pubic area, seventy thousand stars are dead and silent, as if barren.

With the faint sound of footsteps, the white-clothed monk came and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Isn't awake yet?" He stood up, looking at Qin Xuan, then turned and left.

He had already heard about it six months ago.

Not only him, but the entire cultivation world, no one knows, no one knows.

Tianxuan is the master of immortal veins, and he fell under the sword of this little friend.

That sword was still hailed as a peerless sword by the cultivation world, and even the Mahayana sword of the Supreme Sword Tomb was crushed by half.

"Little friend hasn't awakened yet?" Taiqing Old Dao was sitting in the temple, frowning.

"Not yet!"

"Those girls waited all day, and I will be asked several times when I go out." Taiqing said helplessly: "Speaking of which, the little friends seem to be affectionate, but there are many confidantes, and they have such a heart!"

The white-clothed monk cast his eyes down slightly, "Love is one word, don't lose the road."

"Are you in love with the scene?" The old Tao looked at the monk in white.

The monk's gaze paused, and he sighed softly, "The past, the past, then the past!"

"I have entered the empty door and will not be dyed in red."

Taiqing Lao Dao shook his head slightly, he knew some of the past of the monk in white clothes.

The monk in white clothes is very talented, and he was only more than ten years old, and he turned the world upside down.

If it were not for the end, the confidante was fateful, and the monk would have been suppressed in the prison for this reason.

In this world, there is no such fighting temple, and no such fighting Buddha.

Everyone, there is a red dust, unbearable to look back.

...

Outside the temple, Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Hao with a cold face.

"Have you decided?"

"Yes, mom!" Qin Hao said with cold facial features, "It's been half a year, my mood has been determined, the way forward is clear, I can travel far!"

"Aren't you waiting for your father to wake up?" Jun Wushuang said coldly.

"No need, Dog Ziyan can help Tiger Father, it's cumbersome. He will be able to stand in front of him and live up to his father's expectations when he treats me as a dragon." Nor is it qualified to comfort my father."

Jun Wushuang's brows became tighter, and Xiao Wu frowned slightly.

"Haoer, you have to think about it. This time, the star sky is vast and unpredictable. There is no longer Xiao Jiner by your side. Your father and mother, even me, can't find you." Xiao Wu Whispered softly: "No, when your father wakes up, you will..."

"Auntie Xiao Wu!" Qin Hao's expression eased slightly, "I walk alone on the main road. I can't rely on everyone for a lifetime, and I don't want to be selfish enough that everyone lives for me, Qin Hao."

"Father, there is the way of the father, the mother, the way of the mother, Aunt Xiao Wu, the same is true."

"Everyone in the world has gone through disasters, let alone me, Qin Hao?"

He slowly said: "My fate is good. I am reborn here. There is the support of my father, the love of my mother, and the protection of my aunts and elders, but it does not mean that I have a good life."

Both women frowned and looked at each other.

Now they can't see through Qin Hao.

Qin Hao took a slight breath, he knelt down slowly, Jun Wushuang frowned, but never stopped.

His originally slightly immature face, at this moment, it seemed that he was finally a little bit sharp.

Three knees and nine knocks, Qin Hao slowly raised his head.

"Mother, Haoer is gone, and I hope my mother will cherish it." Qin Hao said softly: "This time, I hope my mother will not worry."

"Haoer!" Xiao Wu still wanted to speak.

"Fine, let him go!" Jun Wushuang suddenly waved his hand and said lightly: "I can't help but he has a decision in his heart. The catastrophe ahead will cause him to suffer. You and me, the elders, Don't embarrass him!"

"Go!" Jun Wu put a jade slip in his hands, "When you want to see me, you can send me a message."

Xiao Wu looked at Qin Hao, and finally fell silent.

"Hao'er, thank you mother!" Qin Hao got up, he looked at Jun Wushuang and Xiao Wu, and finally turned and left.

As soon as he steps on, his Tsing Yi is like a stunned hung, rising into the sky.

This is the second time he has stepped onto this star dome and entered this vast world of cultivation.

Qin Hao's eyes were cold, this time, Qin Hao, I am by no means weaker than others!

...

"Aren't you worried?" Xiao Wu glanced at Jun Wushuang, "Don't tremble with your fingers, it's obviously important to worry."

"Follow your nostalgia!" Jun Wushuang snorted coldly, "If you don't mind your nostalgia, you might be in harmony now!"

Xiao Wu was startled slightly, his eyes faintly, "How about being in harmony? Not like me, waiting here?"

Jun Wushuang glanced at Xiao Wu, and finally she laughed at herself.

"Yeah, I'm not waiting here yet."

"Also, I don't know when he will wake up!"

...

In the palace, suddenly, Qin Xuan's heart beat slightly.

He was silent for half a year, like a rock, like a rotten wood, without the slightest sound, but at this moment, the subtle sound of his heart slowly rose.

The whole body was bruised, even slightly hideous, at this moment, a gap was slightly opened.

"Dan Li has passed?"

He didn't even have the power to speak out, there was only a slight divine consciousness fluctuation.

Qin Xuan's body moved faintly, and in the end, he sat with a weak arm and slowly crossed it.

His body crouched, and the cave in his chest still made people scared.

Not enough inside the heart, the Emperor Territory, which seemed deadly silent, was slowly recovering.

Not only that, but Qin Xuan is on top of the fighting Buddhist temple.

The aura in the stars seemed to be swallowed at this moment.

There is a sky-reaching tornado, slowly condensing, and the clouds become whirlpools.

He seemed to be like an infinite black hole, devouring everything, even some of the elixir in the Fighting Buddhist Temple was in this swallowing power, the medicine power, like a green rainbow, slowly converged in his body.

The white-clothed monk's complexion suddenly changed.

"Little friend is awake!?"

"No, the little friend's work is so domineering?"

The white-clothed monk groaned, and a golden stick suddenly appeared in his hand. The two ends were bright gold, the middle was red like blood, and there were endless mysterious patterns on it.

The third-grade treasure, fight against the wishful stick!

I saw this stick appear in the sky above Douzhan Buddhist Temple.

In an instant, all swallowing power seemed to be frozen.

In the whole star, the aura gathers like a tornado, but in the fighting Buddhist temple, it stands still.

In the temple, Jun Wushuang, Qin Yan'er, Xiao Wu and others looked up into the tornado, looking at the breath that seemed to count.

"He is awake!?"

"He is awake!"

"the host!"

There were voices, even choking, weeping with joy, looking at the tornado land.

Jun Wushuang and Xiao Wu were even more nervous.

After two hundred years, he... still the Qing Emperor, then Qin Changqing?