Chapter 2000 (2/2)

Every time, even if it's a serious injury, the smile on the middle-aged sage's face only blooms when he sees the woman.

As in the past, the shy and embarrassed youth by the stream.

Qinxuan gradually out of the fourth word, his eyes move again, into the fifth word.

The fifth word seems to have been in Xiantu.

But around the immortal land, it was the woman who finally walked out of the tomb after many years.

Seventeen saints surrounded the woman.

All the way is full of laughter, and this woman, walk together in this fairy land.

Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something.

The sixth word!

Into which, although silent, it is heaven and earth.

Deep in the mausoleum of the emperor, the bloody plain seems to be broken. On the dome of that day, there seems to be a figure peering at the world. Its palm is like a mountain, but it just flicks its sleeve slightly, and the earth is broken.

Under this figure, there are 17 figures, which are almost bloody.When they looked at the figure, there was fear, anger, fear and fear in their eyes

However, there was no intention to retreat.

But that woman figure, actually does not appear.

This is a big war. Qin Xuan can't even look at it from a close distance. He is pulled to seven million miles away by the force of the dark.

All he could see was that the heaven and earth had collapsed, and the distant thunder was intertwined, and there were many chains running through the heaven and earth, just like the lock of heaven and the chain of order.

There was a sigh in Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make the 17 saints hard to fight.

The emperor of the northern region?

Perhaps, in this era, the northern part of fairyland is not called the northern part.

But the great emperor is the great emperor after all. How can he be a saint.

That power finally dissipated, Qin Xuan to the broken world, want to see how the war.

However, Qin Xuan can only barely close, but always difficult to really close.

Until the scene almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures.

Faint, fuzzy, but dilapidated body, but still standing between the heaven and earth, never retreat half a step.

The seventeen figures, the seventeen saints, seem to prove their kindness with their bodies!

The picture dissipates, Qin Xuan's eyes fall on the last word.

”No matter how strong the seventeen sages are, they can hardly shake the great emperor.”

”That woman should be in this magic mine!”

Qin Xuan whispered and looked at the last word.

The seventh word!

This word, Qin Xuan into which, but only one picture.

Heaven and earth fall apart, blood flows into a river, and the whole immortal land is perfect.

This scene, let Qin Xuan pupil micro coagulation.

He had seen it, and he had experienced it himself.

At the end of the era, the land of immortals was destroyed.

What he saw was that in this vast land of immortals, it was just a small piece of land, but it was extremely tragic.

Corpses everywhere, is the blood River, if it is a forest hell.

At this time, the sky, a ray of light, throughout the whole bloody sky.

Qin Xuan looked to the distance, which was the direction of burying the emperor's mausoleum.

A woman, whose body is hidden in endless chaos, can only barely see her graceful posture when walking out of the tomb.

After that, there were 17 figures.

Seventeen, headless sage!