Chapter 1999： Qizi Yubi

Every step Qin Xuan took was very gentle.

Even if, on both sides of him, that is the chaos holy puppet with the power to fight the semi-holy.

The saint led the way, and Qin Xuan walked forward with his hand.

Until, after walking through this road, Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly became empty.

A bunch of scarlet clouds hovered all around.

There are a few clear ponds, and there are fish inside.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a koi carp jumped up from the pond and turned into a seven-inch golden dragon in the air, staring at Qin Xuan and the headless saint corpse, seemingly curious.

Afterwards, the seven-inch golden dragon returned to the pond, quietly.

There was also a dark red mysterious tortoise, quietly hibernating on the edge of the pool, with a sound similar to a dragon's roar in his mouth, shaking the red mist.

It seems that this place is that peerless holy place, all kinds of strange, indispensable.

Qin Xuan glanced over the Qingchi, over the mysterious tortoise, and under his feet, the jade bridge carved from immortal jade.

The waves in his eyes were calm and calm.

As someone else, even Hunyuan Xianzun would be shocked.

Because the dragon fish in the pond is a Hunyuan fairy beast.

The mysterious turtle next to the lying pool has a semi-sacred posture.

The headless saint walks in this, passing through the wisps of crimson mist.

Until, he stopped at the end of this bridge.

Qin Xuan raised his eyes slightly and looked forward. There was a large hall that was hundreds of feet tall, standing tall underground.

The main hall, the whole body is like ice, every inch has a beautiful color.

That is forbidden light, as if Shen Xi is flowing, revealing the majesty of Huang Huang.

Every strand of prohibition is enough to make the saint unshakable.

"Is the emperor forbidden?"

"For a long time, never saw it!"

Qin Xuan murmured softly, that is the emperor's prohibition, a wisp of prohibition can level the mountains and the sea, and can crush the galaxy.

This is an underground palace and an imperial palace.

What is hidden in it, which emperor is, the terrifying breath he felt in his previous life, is unknown.

At least, with his current power, it might be difficult to detect.

At this moment, the headless corpse bowed slightly and knelt on the ground.

Even if there is no leader, but it seems to bow to see you.

After nine breaths, the headless corpse just got up.

He never walked to the imperial palace, but along the winding road, the edge of this world, that is a mine wall.

Regardless of the place, how mysterious, the imperial palace, how majestic, what existence is hidden in it.

This place is still in the mine of gods and demons, in the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, under the earth that does not know how deep it is buried.

Qin Xuan looked at this cliff, and on the cliff, he saw seven ancient writings.

Every text does not exist in this era, it comes from the pre-paleo era.

The headless corpse stood still, and Qin Xuan whispered behind him: "Is this the text you left, or the emperor?"

Unfortunately, there is no leader, and no leader can respond.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven ancient characters quietly, but he didn't know them.

If you put it into those era texts that used to shine in the ancient times, he would understand some, but Qin Xuan did not know the era represented by the text.

He stood quietly until he walked forward and looked up at the seven primitive ones, revealing the years, and even carrying the words of an era, knowing the sea, the Immortal Emperor Palace moved slightly.

He moved a touch of immortal thoughts, and dived into the text.

These seven words may seem ordinary, but they are not simple.

Wen Yi conveyed his ideas, and the headless saint brought him here, fearing that it was what he asked for, and it was in these seven words.

When Xian Nian touched, suddenly, Qin Xuan's consciousness seemed to be swallowed into it.

A horrible force even made Qin Xuan irresistible.

"Holy Will!?"

Two words appeared in Qin Xuan's consciousness, and immediately, his consciousness gradually condensed.

The world is long, green hills and green trees.

All around, there is a lot of life, the leaves are green and the wood grain is like years.

A few breeze slowly, like secreting a person's heart and spleen.

Qin Xuan looked at this square of heaven and earth, and the ancient texts of the holy meaning had evolved into this world.

No matter how true it is, it is nothing but vain.

Qin Xuan watched this scene, there was an invisible traction force, as if he wanted him to move forward.

Qin Xuan never refused, and followed the power of the Ming Ming, and walked forward.

Pulling aside the trees, like seeing the vast sky, a round of big sun, like close to your eyes.

"In this era, there is only one big day, is it shining all over the fairyland?"

Qin Xuan glanced, then his gaze fell on the front.

There is a small stream with gurgling water and pebbles on the side of the stream. By the side of the stream, there is a twelve or three-year-old girl, barefoot in the stream, with a gentle smile to the extreme, that kind of innocence does not seem to exist in the fairyland.

Even if it was Qin Xuan Wangzhi, it seemed that his heart was gradually calming down.

Smiled to cleanse the heart, like describing the girl in front of her.

Qin Xuan looked at the girl's stream and occasionally dropped his hands on the rock below him, looking straight at the world.

There seemed to be endless beauty in those eyes, enough to make people miss the endless past.

At sunset, the young girl never left. At this moment, a fourteen-year-old boy walked by the stream with medicine.

The boy walked to the girl's side, turned his head and looked at the girl, pinching the pebbles in her hand, and knocking it down in the stream with the ding-dong sound.

The tips of his ears were trembling slightly, and after hesitating for a while, he seemed to be talking.

Unfortunately, there is no sound.

Only the boy opened his mouth and closed, and the girl seemed to be alarmed, turning her head to look at the boy.

Qin Xuan can read lips, but he doesn't know the pronunciation of this era.

The boy seemed to be a little alarmed and talked with the girl. Then, a touch of pity appeared in the girl's smile.

She walked out of the stream barefoot and walked to the boy's side.

It can be seen that the teenager's face is full of panic, with two blushes floating on his face.

Young and shy, he shows everything in this boy right now.

The two talked a little bit, and the teenager fled away.

Quietly, the picture in front of me seemed to be gradually blurred in clouds.

Qin Xuan's consciousness gradually returned to his body.

Qin Xuan turned his head and looked at the headless corpse, the boy.

It is difficult for a poor family to be a saint, and the young man has a medicine frame, is fourteen young, has no cultivation base, and suffers from congenital diseases, not a talent of a large family.

For such a young man, it would be too difficult to be sanctified.

As for the young girl, Qin Xuan Ruo remembered that she was playing barefoot in the water in that pool before.

Even if one is young, one is already graceful, but the two are almost the same.

Qin Xuan retracted his gaze and looked at the second ancient prose.

These seven characters should be enough to clear the fog.

His Xian Nian penetrated into it, and his consciousness was swallowed directly as before.

This time, it was already a huge city, and the crowd was surging. There should have been a loud noise, but in Qin Xuan's ears, there was no sound, and the silence was terrible.

That power of darkness reappeared, guiding Qin Xuan to go somewhere.

Qin Xuan stepped towards the city without rushing.

In the city, a big ring appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

On the ring, there was a young man holding a fairy tale, proudly facing all directions, and beside him, they were all children of Huafu.

The years have passed, but it can still be clearly identified.

This young man is surprisingly the boy who used to carry the medicine box.