Chapter 3090 (2/2)

It's a pity that the thousands of weapons, endless like rain, fell on Qin Xuan. The mysterious dragon didn't even move. Just a sound of the dragon's chant, and the God of the road was like a ripple. In an instant, it broke the thousands of weapons of the road.

Qin Xuan negative hand, quietly in the sky tower.

Even though the three calamities and five battles, which many gods and kings were afraid of, were just floating clouds to him.

Bang!

The third disaster came suddenly.

The heaven and earth that Qin Xuan suffered turned into a big tripod.

Endless golden fire, like a pill, gushes out.

Even if it is the road of eternal life, the thousand Zhang Xuanlong is melted in the cauldron.

Moreover, the fire of the road burns directly to Qin Xuan's body through Xuanlong.

This fire, Dili can not stop, the road can not stop.

After entering emperor qinxuan, he burned himself like a fire and cut his flesh with ten thousand swords.

Every pain is enough to drive people crazy.Qin Xuan is still moving, even if the fire burned, his brow has not changed at all.

Don't say it's such a pain. He fought fiercely for two generations and broke his bones more than once. What's the point of such training!?

Even this exercise lasted for an hour.

An hour later, the big tripod dissipated, and Qin Xuan turned into coke at this moment.

With a crisp cracking sound, Qin Xuan came out of the coke.

The white clothes are as old as before, and they are not stained at all.

”This should be equivalent to the Tongtian tower of the sixth Luotian. The three calamities can't be stopped by Daodao and Dili!”

”The so-called” three disasters ”is to sharpen one's mind, while the” five wars ”is to assess one's strength?”

Qin Xuan opened his mouth in a soft voice. As soon as his voice fell, he walked out of the tower again.

”The peak of the imperial realm!”

The visitor looked at the Xuanlong Road, but he was a little surprised.

Qin Xuan slowly raised his eyes and took a light look at the God King. Boom In Tongtian tower, Xuanlong rushes to the God King.

With the disillusionment of the five figures, Tongtian tower opens the whirlpool again and takes Qin Xuan away.

”More than two hours!” XiangLiu's brow slightly wrinkled, the time of three disasters and five wars is getting longer and longer, which also means that the danger in Tongtian tower is getting more and more terrible.

Although he can't communicate with Qin Xuan, he also knows what Qin Xuan plans to do.

The great emperor is going to break the nine tower, straight into the supreme heaven, out of this day hell.

However, if jiuzhong Tongtian tower is really so good at breakthrough, how can the strong in the Kingdom become famous.

The God King of the town tower on one side was a little dull.

In particular, he watched Qin Xuan once again open the God volume, into the tower.

”Is this guy really a monster?”

He couldn't help but make a sound. He even broke into the Tongtian tower four times. Even if he was Tianjiao, he didn't dare to be so crazy, did he?

In the Tongtian tower of the fifth Luotian, Qin Xuan stands quietly, waiting for the three disasters.

And for a long time, there was no change in Tongtian tower.

All of a sudden, Qin Xuan's eyes moved. He could feel that the power of God was passing.

No, it's the great way God in the whole Tongtian tower.

Like years, in a hurry, unpredictable!

”Is this disaster time?”

Qin Xuan's shoulder, a wisp of black hair white silk, he is a smile.

I don't know how many times he has been through the disaster of time.

”Well, I'll taste the pain of life again, the old and the weak!”

He sighed softly and sat on the ground in the tower.

Its hair is white and its face is wrinkled.

In just half an hour, Qin Xuan's body was like a mortal's whole life. He changed from a young man's face to a decadent one hundred years later.

At this time, Qin Xuan's eyes are suddenly a little absent-minded.

”Even memory, began to blur, missing it?”

He seemed to be aware of it, and his voice was deep.

In the Tongtian tower, the whole heaven and earth, as if he was alone.

Quietly waiting for old, years devour everything.

Vaguely, Qin Xuan seems to remember his old friends, but the appearance of these old friends is more and more blurred, like being blocked by clouds.

In the end, all he could remember was that

Just a few people!