The Eternal Life of His Majesty

Shenmu Xuanding

On Mount Tai, a group of heroes were terrified, they saw a palm tree that was like a river and a poison that could ruin everything.

None of them could stop this palm.

"This is Wang Xian'er, Senior Wang!"

"The horror of this palm is beyond anything I have ever seen in my life!"

"The strength of the palm was like a river, ruining everything. Worthy of being a bull-eared existence among the immortal beings on earth, worthy of Wang Xian'er's name!"

Amidst everyone's astonishment and horror, the black palm was already there.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, the true essence of his bodyguard was damaged, as if he hadn't paid too much attention to it, he had already raised his hand as Yuan Poison's palm approached.

The pair of jade-colored hands that shone with thunder bones was strange and strange, very striking.

the explosion!

With a roar, the four palms shook each other, the air waves stretched out hundreds of meters, and purple thunder even more spread out, and a majestic black air, completely enveloping the two figures.

Whooshing sound!

The figure withdrew from the black energy, and Wang Xian'er's eyes condensed, staring at Qin Xuan who was bathed in purple thunder.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's palm seemed to give birth to thousands of lightning bolts, lingering around him, like a lightning god in the world.

Those two demon palms were undamaged under his Yuan Poison palm!

How can!

Wang Xianer's heart was shocked. His palm had concocted tens of thousands of poison, and even armor could be easily damaged, let alone his labor? He focused his eyes on Qin Xuan's mysterious purple thunder palm, and his heart was shocked.

This Azure Emperor actually had a deep foundation, possessing magic power that could be compared to the Yuan Poison Palm?

Wang Xian'er was shocked. The legacy he obtained was from ancient times. It was the source of the strange Shennong. Looking at the world, how few people could compare to him? Lu Huichun did not dare to speak out against him.

Yuan Pozhang had been condensed for hundreds of years, but now he was blocked by these eighteen young men, a Qing emperor?

But soon, Wang Xian'er returned to his senses, his mind solidified, and he suddenly stepped out.

He was like a mad tiger, his palms engulfed mountains and rivers with energy, and the black energy in the surroundings was like clouds, suppressing Qin Xuan, such a vision made the thousands of spectators eyes extremely shocked.

Mo Qinglian's eyes were even more unbearable to worry about. He was so far away that he could still sense the terrifying Wang Xian'er. Seeing the many powerful enemies Qin Xuan faced, Wang Xian'er was ranked first!

The Yuan Poison Palm had turned into countless shadows, and in an instant, the shadow of a palm shot out from the black clouds like a torrential rain.

Qin Xuan looked calm and looked at Wang Xian'er.

This Wang Xian'er was already comparable to a true Gold Core Realm cultivator.Not only that, but there was an unclear potential to be promoted to a Gold Core Intermediate Grade.Seeing this star, the, it was extremely rare for one to cultivate to such a realm.

Unfortunately……

Qin Xuan mastered thousands of purple thunders and exploded, one after another like a mad snake, a purple tent, lighting up the night.

Endless thunder condensed, and it suddenly turned into a pair of large palm prints.

Around the palm, a terrifying purple thunder leaped frantically, with an aura of destruction, facing the palm shadow like a rainstorm.

the explosion!

Suddenly, the traces of palms shattered, and a pair of huge purple thunder palms broke through the black clouds Disciple Wang Xianer suddenly shrank, and the figure exploded.

Until he stepped back, there was uncertainty in his eyes, but he never said a word, but the ink faded between his palms.

The palm imprint pierced through the black clouds and scattered, and Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind, with a calm expression on his face.

"Let you toil for hundreds of years, become my enemy, and cultivate for hundreds of years, but it will eventually turn into flying ashes."

The words sounded slowly, lingering, Wang Xian'er's face sank, and the heroes were startled.

How can you see the results after just having a few tricks?

“Qingdi this, how arrogant!” Some people could not understand it, but they did not dare to speak, only daring to meditate in their hearts.

Wang Xian'er looked at Qin Xuan with a sullen face, "As expected of Emperor Qing, it's a pity that the result is so arrogant and arrogant, isn't this too early?"

During those words, a small light suddenly appeared around his waist, and soon, this little light actually floated upwards, and it suddenly appeared in front of him.

Suddenly, a large tripod as tall as half a person suddenly appeared on this Tai Mountain.

The tripod body is green and green, with strange flowers and weeds on it, tightly closed around the tripod tripod, three feet below the tripod, more like a holy tree standing, and more like a tree, when the tripod came out, the air as if it was unable to withstand the load of the tripod tripod, like a Pressed mountain, the air waves were like continuous waves, sweeping out several kilometers.

“This... what?”Some heroes were surprised and even more confused.

It was already like a magical weapon among the gods, its size changing at will, so did Wang Xian'er still have this thing?

Su Qiao'er, who was at the top of the mountain, had his eyes condensed at this moment, the star in his eyes was slightly stagnant, "Shen Mu Xuan Ding!"

There was also shock in his heart, Shenmu Xuanding, this was a treasure, ten times stronger than Shennong’s Bailing Seal, this Ding could purify alchemy, poison, and even calm people, not to mention ...

Su Qiao'er looked at the dark green aura that kept flowing from Ding Profound Shenmu, and his pupils slightly shrank. After Wang Xianer's poison refining for hundreds of years, this cauldron had become the most poisonous thing, and was here like Ning Ziyang. In front of Shenmu Xuanding, he did not dare to touch his body and shake his strength.

Qin Xuan looked at this tripod with a hint of surprise in his heart.

This was a level eight magic weapon, and it was still intact, and the golden core monk could display all of his strength.

Shenmu Profound Ding floated in the air, filled with virulence.

A hint of pride appeared on Wang Xian'er's face, his hand pinching the seal, and suddenly, the huge cauldron moved and headed straight towards Qin Xuan.

The huge cauldron moved, and if the mountains came, a deep green virulence filled the surroundings, like a poisonous snake, rushing towards Qin Xuan.

This poison was comparable to the poison from the Yuan Poison Tree. The Yuan Poison Tree could damage the power of evergreen. Now this cauldron is more poisonous and can kill an immortal like nothing.

Qin Xuan looked at Shenmu Xuanding, his eyes shining with a dim light.

After which, in his palm, the small seal had already started to spin, and the small seal was spinning, becoming more real, but within a few breaths, the Xuantian seal had already been completely condensed, and the small seal had been completely condensed, and Qin Xuan lightly threw it.

the explosion!

Dayin Hengkong, like a mountain, faced Shenmu Xuanding.

Yin Ding shook with each other, as if two mountains collided with an endless, deafening roar.

The surrounding heroes pale in shock, looking at the messy mountain peak that had been shattered and eroded into ashes, the heart was already greatly shocked.

Even a battle on immortal earth had almost no such momentum! Of these two, one might be against the Ten Armies!

The Xuantian Seal did not move, but Qin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly.He looked at the Xuantian seal that had already begun to be eroded by Deep Ding's holy wood, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

After which, there was a light at his waist, and suddenly, the Immortal Sword was stuck in the air.

"what!"

Everyone was shocked, and Wang Xian'er was shocked.

It was also a treasure that could be resized at will this Qingdi had an incredible background?

Wang Xian'er looked at the Immortal Sword even more surprised, he felt that the flying sword might not be inferior to Shenmu Xuanding.

Amidst his shock, Qin Xuan had already knocked lightly, and at that moment, the sword twisted Changhong, tore through the night, cut through the moonlight, and landed on the mysterious cauldron of holy wood.

"damaged!"

There was a word, slowly ringing, scattered at the peak of Mount Tai.