Chapter 1951 (2/2)
Qin Xuan mouth corner, suddenly a pick.
”Things are changeable. It's not up to people at all!”
”I'm Qin Changqing in this world, so can Hunyuan!”
”If we don't really get to the point of life and death, if we don't really get to the point where we have to fight all the details, who can decide the fate?”
He whispered, looking at the direction of tianjiusheng pass, and suddenly turned around.
Luo Jiu, the third and even the fourth realm of Hunyuan!
Wen rujun, Hunyuan second realm!
He is Qin Changqing, a true immortal.
But who can decide who lives and who dies?
He looked at the vast dragon desert, and immediately, when he stepped on it, he moved the last tiny holy power in his body and rushed to the depth of the Dragon desert.
……
Most of the time after Qin Xuan left, a figure sitting in the holy carriage appeared on the Dragon desert.
Looking at this piece of heaven and earth, the sage of Tianjiu said in a soft voice, ”is it the bone of the sage? Are the 21 bones of saints flying out from the depths of the mausoleum
”The sword dominates the world!? It's a real fairy. ”
His face was fuzzy, and his body was slightly shaken by heaven and earth. Finally, he slowly raised his head and looked to the depth of the Dragon desert.
Vaguely, in the depths of the Dragon desert, there seems to have been waiting for a long time.Around the sage, heaven and earth seemed to solidify. Then, a cold hum came from the vague face.
”Beast, if not buried in the emperor's mausoleum, I would have cut you into medicine!”
The light holy power appeared, but its movement was not seen. The Dragon desert under him was annihilated quietly, which was quite thick.
The sage of Tianjiu looks to the deep of the Dragon desert, and the chariot turns to Tianjiu pass.
After the Tianjiu sage left, there were four or five Daos, which came in the following time.
Each one is so terrible that it seems to be the master of the world.
Some people murmur to themselves, some people speculate, and even some people want to enter the depths of the Dragon desert, but they are awed by the pressure of the depths, so they never rashly enter.
In the end, all of them turned away.
……
On the Dragon desert, white clothes swept the air. Some creatures had not come out of the holy power, and they did not care too much about the figure in the air.
It has been hundreds of thousands of miles since Qin Xuan left the place of chopping Phoenix. With that little holy power, Qin Xuan's speed is even more terrifying than when he won the whole victory before. It's comparable to the seven turns of the great Luo.
Four hours, in the air, Qin Xuan is constantly supporting his body.
His eyes even slightly drooped, as if they had reached the limit.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's figure fell down.
”The limit?”
”Just three million miles away!”
”When you wake up, go again!”
Qinxuan heart light Nan, suddenly, his body will fall into the desert, no more sound.
Around, yellow sand filled, but Qin Xuan seemed to blend with this lifeless, hot dust.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, rolling a few yellow sand, the Qin Xuan completely submerged in it.
With the passage of time, the number of yellow sand is increasing, and Qin Xuan is completely submerged in it.
Under the Dragon desert, it is three feet thick and dark.
There is a thin dark light, which props up a space under the desert.
Qin Xuan quietly Pingtang in the dark, shape, carrying a drop of blood, carefully into the belly of Qin Xuan.
A drop, a drop, Qin Xuan let the Phoenix blood vine lips, secrete into the throat, as if a cow into the sea, Qin Xuan body, there has been no fluctuation, only a dead silence, as if in this desert sinking sleep.