Chapter 1994 (1/2)

Know the sea, the vast world.

In front of the Qingdi hall, Qin Xuan's will emerges, and the years knife hovers quietly in front of him.

He looked at the purple figure in the distance.

He was dressed in purple and his face was blurred.

If you change to be an ordinary person, I'm afraid you would have been shocked.

A saint's appearance is not intuitive.

But Qin Xuan's eyes were flat to the extreme, as if the purple figure was not enough for Tao.

”Interesting. It's not easy for a real immortal to survive in this magic mine!”

”It's incredible that we can barely live with this holy Tao Lei Yuan, and even discover the existence of this saint!”

It contains a faint voice of authority, which rings out in Qin Xuan's sea of knowledge and spreads slowly.

In the sea of knowledge, a ripple blooms.

Qin Xuan looked at the purple figure and said faintly: ”with you, you should also boast of being a saint?”

”It's just a wisp of evil thoughts born from the holy corpse, not even the holy thoughts of the sage of Nalei road!”

”Born of evil thoughts, they are also called saints?”

He stood with a negative hand, quietly looking at the purple figure, and his thin lips closed.

”Just a joke!”

There was no waves in his eyes.

He had already noticed it when Saint Doraemon entered the body.

However, he has never started, because the life and death in the magic mine is uncertain.

This evil idea has been lurking in the holy Tao Lei Yuan, even when he was seriously injured and healed, and even when he refined the holy Tao Lei Yuan, he never appeared.

Since the idea of holy and evil has not come out, Qin Xuan will not let it go.

This is the mine of gods and demons. If he is attacked by the idea of saints and evils during the battle of life and death, or if he is negligent, he will be taken away directly.

”Evil thoughts!”

The purple figure suddenly laughed, ”ha ha ha, with you really immortal, what do you know?”

”The body of a saint is hard to rot in time, and the mind of a saint is immortal.”

”Underground mole ants, dare to be so shameless?”

Laughter permeates Qin Xuan's sea of knowledge, but there is a touch of impatience in Qin Xuan's eyes.

”If you stop here, you will die.”

”A wisp of evil thoughts can barely compare with the true immortal thoughts that knock on the six heaven in court today!”

”It's just being born to a saint and mastering some of the laws of a saint. I don't know how to live or die!”

Qin Xuan is about to move. He knows that the restoration of Qingdi hall in Hainei is nothing more than the immortal idea of the real immortal qichongtian.

But this idea of holy and evil is weaker than his idea of immortality, let alone against him.

That purple figure seems to be in a rage, a light weight, suddenly let Qin Xuan know the sea, set off waves.

”Presumptuous, even if I have this idea, it's only a six fold idea of innocence, but it's also a holy idea. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me with your real immortal?”

”To die!”

Boom!

The mighty holy power swept the sea of qinxuan. Even the hall of the green emperor was swaying, like a boat in the sea.

At this moment, as if standing in Qin Xuan, it is really a saint, not a wisp of evil thoughts.

Qin Xuan is coldly watching the idea of the holy and evil, the next moment, his hands years knife burst.

Years of knife rainbow, cut to the purple figure.

In the air, the Dao of the years suddenly evolves. With a slight shock, it turns into thousands. If it rains, it will kill the holy and evil thoughts.

Even the thought of holy and evil can't help being shocked and angry.

Under Shengwei, Qin Xuan is indifferent!?

For others, even Hun yuan, I'm afraid he has already been in awe and dare not act rashly.

This Terran boy, what's his strength?

The idea of saints and evils only felt that they had been seen through. Under those indifferent eyes, they could see everything at a glance and cheered out coldly, ”how dare mole ants commit the holy power?”

”To die!”

He spat out two words, and immediately his sleeves shook.

In a flash, between the sleeves, flying out of a continuous purple thunder, the thunder has thousands of ways, rushed to the sky years knife.

Boom, boom