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When Qin Xuan was in seclusion, there were also changes in the fairy world.

In the calm, the thunder sounds rolled continuously.

In the past, the Nine Saints Pass of Heaven was filled with people, but at this moment, it was silent and there were only a few people.

This holy pass seems to be a little empty.

In the central region, a saint's direct lineage was born, causing a tide on this immortal land.

In the Northern Region, the geniuses are frequently released.

Some people walked out of the Holy Sect and defeated many peers in the Northern Region all the way, and their reputation was greatly shocked.

In the southern region, in a vast Buddhist temple.

There was a figure walking out of the temple gate.

There was no Buddha's compassion in his eyebrows and eyes, but he only wanted to fight. The true immortal's seventh heaven was about to go south.

In the Western Regions, a figure stepped on a fairy corpse, wiped away the blood on his face, and the beautiful face was full of evil spirits.

In the southern region, a man carried a long spear, killed the enemy with three guns, knocked on the second level of heaven, and killed the fourth level of heaven.

There is a seal around his waist, and the character "Heavenly".

In the middle realm, there is a blue cow full of scars, licking it in the immortal forbidden area, with darkness and fatigue in her eyes.

In the imperial tomb, an old man stood quietly here.

Next to him, there was an existence shrouded in the endless horror immortal aggregate.

The appearance of a saint cannot be intuitive, but this figure, the immortal aggregate, destroys everything, and even the saint cannot be intuitive.

"It's been forty-three years, I'll leave it to you here!"

A faint word sounded from the sound full of immortality.

The old man with chaotic eyes stepped on this mountain and slowly said, "The descendants of the imperial tomb are born. Before the great catastrophe, there will be a prosperous era, a hundred cycles of competition for heroes, a saint fights for throne, and a great emperor fights for life."

"It's a pity, if it weren't for this position, how many people would know about it!"

He held his hands behind his back and looked at the tomb of the Burial Emperor, the world, the creatures that had gradually awakened.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted.

It was a creature with green body, its head was like a dragon, but its body was like a tiger. The bright green light turned into divine lights and rose up into the sky.

"Some little guys can't stand it anymore!"

"The catastrophe is approaching, I want to do more."

The figure hidden in the immortal aggregate slowly said, "What a pity!"

He seemed to be sighing lightly, with a hint of regret, as if he was regretting the old man, the fairy world, and the powerful creature who woke up from the tomb of the Burial Emperor.

Then, the figure hidden in the immortal world poked out slightly with his palm.

What a hand, her skin is pale and her bloodline is like a dragon. In its palm lines, it seems to be hidden by endless galaxies.

As the palm was poked out, a hundred-foot formation suddenly appeared on the powerful creature.

There are hundreds of ways of this formation, and it is like taking objects through a bag.

Immediately, thunder erupted in the formation of hundreds of feet.

"The Emperor of the Hunyuan, the Emperor of the Frozen, the Emperor of the Human Clan, and the Emperor of Xuanyuan Wu Wentian!"

"I'm here to die. If anyone wishes, I can be buried in this world with me!"

Every word in my mouth collapsed into the sky for thousands of miles, spreading throughout the imperial tombs, mountains and forbidden areas, and entering the breath of those nobles.

Lao Chen showed a faint smile in the endless immortal aggregate.

Inside one pair of eyes, there seemed to be endless chaos.

Before, there was Chaos blindfolded eyes, but now, there are eyes gathering in Hunyuan.

He looked at the tomb of the Emperor Burial and murmured: "There are thirteen years left, I don't know if I can stand it!"

"A prosperous era!"

The old man stood quietly, as if he was behind him, the vast vast fairy land, the young heroes and talented people, showing off their youthful spirits and trembling with the immortal land.

Just like in the past, he traveled all over the five realms of the immortal land alone, defeating all kinds of geniuses.

After 300,000 years, he became the saint and became emperor and was granted the word "Xuanyuan".

"How many years have passed, but a handful of loess!"

"Young romantic, full of energy, and a little bit of past events."

"But I laughed!"

The old man smiled, "It's your turn for the rest of this fairy world!"

A faint word filled the tomb of the burial emperor.

Those terrifying auras were enduring and unreleased. On the periphery of the imperial tomb, some descendants of the terrifying existence, who had been in a certain era, had long since walked out of it, entered the immortal land, fought for the sage position of this life, and fought for the great emperor of this life.

In the fairy world, some great emperors seemed to be vaguely observing.

Thirteen years left, the grand scroll of prosperity will begin.

The holy falls, the emperor falls!
Chapter completed!