Chapter 1987: Tomb of Emperor Burial

Under the vortex, the space is stagnant.
The power of the saint confines everything.
Qin Xuan looked at the broken hand, a faint coercion suddenly appeared in his wrist and on the bone beads.
In an instant, the pressure around his body disappeared.
In the past in the Secret Realm of the Xianyuan, he had the emperor's mind to break the sage power, but now he has no emperor's mind. With his true celestial mind, he wants to break the pressure of this sage, which is tantamount to a dream.
Qin Xuan looked at the severed hand, his hands condensed suddenly.
Immediately, its thin lips opened slightly.
"broken!"
The vast sound, like a holy sound, resounded in this world.
In an instant, the imprisonment of Shengwei that imprisoned Zhen Qianzhou and others was also broken.
He looked at Luo Fuxian and the others, and said: "Nineth Rank Blood Tree Flower, you can take it and leave!"
When the sound fell, Feng Lei Xianyi shook behind Qin Xuan, and he rushed directly to the severed hand!
"Master Qin!"
"Qin Changqing, what are you doing?"
Luo Fuxian and Zhen Qianzhou couldn't help but their faces changed suddenly.
Qin Xuan had already endured the pressure of the saints and approached. As Qin Xuan approached, the severed hand seemed to perceive that a vast sacred might swept through once again, impacting Qin Xuan like a tsunami.
Qin Xuan's eyes condensed with brilliance, and the Eternal Sword in his hand was shaken, "Shengwei, just a little bit, want to stop me?"
boom!
A touch of Jiuyou Shengyuan, condensed on the Eternal Sword.
In an instant, Jianmang slashed towards that Shengwei.
At that Jianmang and Shengwei's shaking, Qin Xuan's face turned slightly red, but he didn't care, and cut out a sword again.
The sword light intertwined, and accompanied by a roar, Qin Xuan broke open several feet abruptly, and the saint nearer severed his hand.
Qin Xuan glanced at the severed hand and took a deep breath.
The saint cut his hand as if he was completely angry, his palm was trembling, and immediately, a vast force erupted from it.
In an instant, the space within a radius of ten feet was shattered in an instant, but Qin Xuan had already noticed it, he directly shook the wind and thunder fairy wings, avoided this place, and rushed into the whirlpool.
He looked down at Luo Fuxian and others, his eyes indifferent.
"The depths of the buried emperor's tomb, as expected!"
"Have a chance in danger!"
Qin Xuan whispered, his wind and thunder fairy wings shook, and he was completely submerged in the whirlpool.
The four of Luo Fuxian and Zhen Qianzhou were almost dull.
Luo Fuxian couldn't help but step forward, but was suddenly stopped by Zhen Qianzhou.
"You can't go!"
"I don't know where it leads to, this place is the Tomb of Emperor Burial!"
Zhen Qianzhou seemed to be aware of Luo Fuxian's actions, and watched the severed hand fly out, rushing into the whirlpool, and immediately, the entire whirlpool seemed to be shaking, slowly shrinking.
Luo Fuxian looked at Zhen Qianzhou and took a deep breath.
"Step aside!"
After that, she stepped on her foot and headed straight for the whirlpool.
Zhen Qianzhou's complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted angrily, "Qin Changqing, you have harmed my son!"
Immediately, he soared into the air and followed Xiang Luo Fuxian behind.
"Miss Luo, Master Zhen!"
At this moment, Mo Yu and Mo Xuan's brother and sister suddenly changed their expressions. They looked at each other, and they all saw the anger in each other's eyes, and a hint of grief.
This is a sea of ​​souls, without Luo Fuxian, they can't go out.
Now they have their own way...
In an instant, the two vacated and rushed directly into the whirlpool.
Along with the four figures rushing into the vortex, after a few breaths, the huge vortex has completely disappeared.
Instead, it was a wave of horror, like a burst of stars.
The place where the Demon Bone Soul Flower was located was almost annihilated in this wave, not only that, but the many flowers and plants in the sea of ​​soul-removing flowers were also annihilated in it and turned into nothingness.
...
In the darkness, Qin Xuan opened his eyes slightly, he looked in front of him, and suddenly his pupils shrank.
In front of him, there was a headless corpse. The corpse stood in front of him. On the side, the saint's broken hand was scattered randomly in place.
Qin Xuan Yuguang was looking around, as if it were a dark red cave, and there was a little blood-colored spar around the cave, illuminating the cave.
This is underground!
Qin Xuan's heart was shocked, and his eyes fell on the severed corpse again.
On this corpse, there was a touch of pressure from the saint.
This is a saint, and even the master of severed hands.
"Did you fall here?"
Qin Xuan murmured softly, looking at the saint. The saint wore an old cloth, his head was no longer, and even his hands were broken.
He had too much resentment during his lifetime, and gathered on this severed hand, causing the space to become disordered, forming a void channel, appearing in the center of the Flower Sea.
If he expected it well, so.
Even now, Qin Xuan could feel the resentment on this saint, strands of black resentment had become the essence, lingering in his body.
Just when Qin Xuan was about to get up, suddenly the headless corpse moved slightly.
Qin Xuan's eyes condensed slightly, even if it was him, the body could not help but let out a faint cold air.
This is not what his heart moves, but his body can't help it.
A fallen saint, a saint with great resentment, is actually moving?
Qin Xuan looked at this saint, his brows furrowed.
"It's impossible to read it wrong, is it driven by resentment?"
"No, if that's the case, I'm afraid it's already done by me!"
"Such resentment, the Buddha's sentient beings can't be overstated!"
When Qin Xuan murmured softly, the headless saint in front of him suddenly stepped out.
This time, even Qin Xuan couldn't help but frown to the extreme.
In his eyes, the headless saint stepped forward slowly, walking towards the depths of the cave.
You can see that there seems to be a passage in the depths of this cave.
Qin Xuan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and the surroundings were even more silent and terrible. There was no sound at all, including the sound of the saint's footsteps.
Qin Xuan looked at the back of the saint. At this moment, the saint paused and turned around. Although he didn't have a head, he seemed to signal Qin Xuan to follow.
Qin Xuan did not move, this headless saint did not move.
After a few breaths, Qin Xuan stepped slowly, following behind the saint.
There are two roads in this cave, one is the headless saint, and the other is behind Qin Xuan.
Even though Qin Xuan doesn’t know where this place is, at least this headless saint opens the way for the road ahead. If he rushes forward, who knows, the next road will be followed by a terrible existence. Fight.
Qin Xuan and who are walking in this dark red cave behind this headless saint.
"This is the Immortal Origin Stone, but it's just some residue. There is not much immortal spiritual energy left, and it can only be illuminated with its original brilliance."
Qin Xuan looked at both sides and walked through the faint passage.
After about a hundred breaths, Qin Xuan saw another cave under the leadership of the headless saint.
Immediately, Qin Xuan seemed to have noticed where it was.
He was so familiar with the scene before him, he was not sure before, but now, Qin Xuan knows roughly where this is.
This is an underground vein, an immortal source stone vein.
In the Burial Emperor’s Mausoleum, there are many mineral veins of Xianyuan Stone, but there are the corpses of saints, and the corpses of saints who resent so deeply.
I'm afraid there is only one place...
The deepest part of the buried emperor's tomb, the mine of gods and demons!
When Qin Xuan noticed this moment, he couldn't help but spit out two words.
"Damn it!"
The deepest part of the buried emperor's tomb is the mine of gods and demons.
Not to mention that he is a real immortal tenth heaven at the moment, even if he enters the Hunyuan at this moment, he will die without life!