Chapter 1952 (1/2)
In the darkness, the white clothes were broken.
Drop by drop, the blood of the Phoenix is carrying on, and it doesn't enter Qin Xuan's lips.
As time goes by, it has been four years since Qin Xuan came here.
In the eyes of Emperor Qin, even if the emperor's body was seriously damaged, it was a shock to the immortal.
The difference between the six realms is far from heaven and earth.
In the past, it was just like the immortal yuan.
The world is wide, a strong wind can kill ants, ants shake the sky, how difficult?
In the eyes of all living beings in the fairyland, it is almost unimaginable.
Even though Qin Xuan had been sleeping for four years, he had never recovered completely.
However, on his body, those ferocious and terrifying cracks that could be seen were almost restored, and there were only wisps of indifferent traces.
As for what happened to Qin Xuan, I'm afraid only Qin Xuan knows.
For four years, he was carrying the blood of the Phoenix, and almost consumed it all.
In the fourth year, he also thoroughly refined the golden phoenix of tunri into daluowan beast wine.
A thousand cups of daluowan animal wine, accompanied by the exhaustion of Huang's blood, he took out the daluowan animal wine and put it into Qin Xuan's mouth bit by bit.
Qin Xuan still eyes closed, there was no sign of waking up.
The eternal sword spirit is also communicating with him, and there are some worries in his eyes.
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Fairyland, the solitary shadow from nowhere in the northern region has crossed the ten states of the northern region, and is located in the eleventh state. It's a long journey alone.
The old man's eyes are full of chaos, unkempt, like a traveler, dusty.
Two years later, in the northern part of fairyland, the Xiao family.
Shijianxian city used to be the Xiao family of the eighth class. Now, nine out of ten people have been injured, and they are finally back in front of the Xiao family.
”Descendants of Xiao Fuyun, please return to their ancestors!”
Xiao Xun, Xiao Ningxue and others are full of sorrow, even tears in their eyes, looking to the Xiao family.
This is a precipice Canyon, which is ten thousand feet deep and nine thousand miles long.
The sound came out slowly and echoed in the canyon.
At the end of the canyon, there are three huge swords, thirty thousand feet high, standing in the world.
On the three huge swords, there are chains running through the palaces.
On one of the huge swords, a figure was sitting.
He was a young man with thin body, black hair hanging high, face like a knife and eyebrows like a sword.
In front of him, there is a sword standing on the huge sword, only three feet, like dust in the mountains.
With the sound of Xiao Xun and others, this man's eyes slowly opened.
”Xiao Fuyun!”
The young man whispered. He turned his head and looked at the end of the nine thousand mile canyon.
The voice of Xiao Xun and others was too weak. However, the young man could hear it nine thousand miles apart.
His eyes moved and he looked at the place where Xiao Xun and others were. Nine thousand miles away, there was a sword in the air.
Whoo!
The sword's intention split the wind for nine thousand li, and it suddenly fell in front of Xiao Xun and others.
On the ground, there was no sound, only a word appeared in front of Xiao Xun and others.
”Yes
The young man closed his eyes again, but many people in Xiao's family opened their eyes.
”What is the meaning of wusheng's sword? Has anyone come to the Xiao's? ” An old man's fingers were light, and the void became a mirror. He looked at Xiao Xun and others who were walking slowly in the canyon nine thousand miles away.
Later, his hands coagulate formula, as if in deduction.
”Left to the descendants of Tianbei!”
The old man whispered, looked at Xiao Xun and others, and sighed, ”that's all
Immediately, the old man ordered that Xiao Xun and others be arranged
Return to your ancestors!
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Another four years later, in the fairyland, in the western regions.