Chapter 2000: Seventeen Saints

Qin Xuan looked at this young man, defeating all opponents in this city, and swept the arrogant talents of the big family.
In the end, in the eyes of everyone, he slowly walked outside the city.
Qin Xuan followed all the way, and the boy finally got to one place after going through the storm.
Buried outside the emperor's mausoleum!
The buried emperor's tomb in this era is very different from Qin Xuan's impression.
There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some dangerous places that he has never seen before.
Qin Xuan saw this young man personally, and went through disasters, but in the end, he was unable to enter, and suffered a heavy blow to the Burial Tomb.
The young man was outside the buried emperor's mausoleum for a long time, his pupils were dull, but he looked at the direction of the buried emperor's mausoleum and stood on the ground for seven days before finally leaving sadly.
The meaning of this word diffused again, and Qin Xuan looked towards the third word.
The third word, the edge of the wind and clouds, is already in the towering palace.
Young people have become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, like looking at the fairyland.
Suddenly, the middle-aged jumped up from this holy palace, stepped on the nine-colored phoenix, and headed to the buried emperor mausoleum.
Qin Xuan seemed to be the same as the middle-aged at this moment, racing through the wind, rotating day and night, and finally arrived before the buried emperor's tomb.
Still so quiet, the middle-aged looked at the buried emperor's tomb for a long time, and finally stepped into it.
He fought strangely with this buried emperor mausoleum, and fought for his life with the danger of falling saint.
In the end, he reached the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, a blood-colored plain, broken mountain and ruined stone, more like a mausoleum.
The middle-aged man looked at this place. In front of him, there were several figures standing here quietly.
It seems that the middle-aged people are coming, and the appearance of those figures is chaotic and fuzzy.
Nine people stood on this plain.
They seem to be talking, talking about something.
However, the nine people never walked in disorder, but seemed to be waiting for something in this land.
As the years go by, the scene in Qin Xuan's eyes is changing, as if scrolling past Qin Xuan's eyes.
Until, the nine figures have turned into seventeen figures.
In the Scarlet Plain, a figure finally emerged.
A woman with a graceful figure came quietly from a distance.
The woman's face is pure, and the corner of her mouth has a childlike smile.
There was a cluster of icy blue flames at the center of his eyebrows, but in this tomb, it seemed to be a touch of immortality in the darkness.
She smiled and looked at the seventeen people.
The seventeen people were all huge earthquakes, even if there was no sound or sound, Qin Xuan seemed to be able to feel the excitement of the seventeen people.
A woman, seventeen should be on the side of Xiantu, meet in the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum.
The picture, at this moment, seems frozen.
As this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan felt a little complicated.
That woman was probably the woman on the Nine-Colored Emperor Lotus he had seen before.
These seventeen people should be the saints who were beheaded in the ears of many saints in the fairy world.
The middle-aged man, even if he was sanctified, was a headless saint who had never healed congenital blindness.
Upon returning to consciousness, Qin Xuan turned his head and glanced at the headless saint.
"Then why did the seventeen saints cut their heads off!"
"Why, the Great Northern Territory is here!?"
Qin Xuan murmured softly, history is like a mist, and the truth is indistinguishable, unless it is really in that period, otherwise, who can know the true and false of that period of time.
There are too many legends in the buried emperor's mausoleum, but how to spread, where the legend comes from, and how many people in the fairy world can know! ?
Qin Xuan's consciousness falls within this fourth character. With this character, the middle-aged saint has returned to the fairyland, but every once in a while, he will enter the buried emperor's mausoleum.
He was blind, but was willing to take the emperor dust for the woman, and was willing to take the holy flower for the woman.
Even more willing to paint a picture of this world for the woman, who would even bow his head in the world.
Every time, even if it was hit hard, the smile on the middle-aged saint's face only bloomed when he saw the woman.
As before, the shy and embarrassed teenager by the stream.
Qin Xuan gradually walked out of the fourth character, and his eyes moved again to enter the fifth character.
The fifth character seems to be in the fairyland.
And around this fairyland, it was the woman who finally walked out of the buried emperor tomb after an unknown number of years.
Seventeen saints surrounded this woman.
All the way is full of laughter, and this woman, walk this fairyland together.
Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something in his heart.
Sixth word!
Entering it, although silent, the sky fell apart.
In the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, the blood-colored plain seemed to be shattered. On the sky above, there seemed to be a peerless figure. Looking at the world, its palm was like a mountain, but it was slightly swaying, and the earth was broken.
Under this figure, there were seventeen figures who were severely wounded, almost bloody.
They looked at that figure, with surprise, anger, fear, fear in their eyes...
However, there was no intention to retire.
But the figure of the woman did not appear.
This is a great battle, and Qin Xuan can't even watch it from close range, being pulled seven million miles away by the power of the underworld.
He could only see that the heaven and the earth had collapsed, the thunder intertwined in the distance, and the gods pierced by an unknown number of meters, and there were more chains, like the chains of the heavens and the gods of order, running through the heaven and the earth. .
A sigh passed in Qin Xuan's eyes, making it difficult for the seventeen saints to compete.
Is that the great emperor in the Northern Territory?
Perhaps, in this era, the Northern Territory of the Immortal Realm is not called the Northern Territory.
But the great emperor is the great emperor after all, how can he be the same as a saint.
The power of the underworld finally dissipated, and Qin Xuan walked towards the broken world, wanting to see how the battle was going.
However, Qin Xuan could barely get close, but it was always difficult to get really close.
Until the scene almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures.
Vague, vague, but dilapidated body, but still standing between the sky and the earth, has not retreated half a step.
The seventeen figures, seventeen saints, seem to prove grace by life!
The picture dissipated, and Qin Xuan's eyes fell on the last word.
"Seventeen saints, no matter how strong they are, they can hardly shake the emperor."
"The woman should be in this mine of gods and demons!"
Qin Xuan murmured softly, looking at the last word.
Seventh word!
Qin Xuan entered the word, but there was only one picture.
The sky fell apart, the blood flowed into rivers, the whole piece of fairyland, no inch was finished.
This scene made Qin Xuan's pupils slightly condensed.
He has seen it before and has experienced it personally.
At the end of the epoch, the immortal earth was a disaster.
What he saw in this vast immortal soil was just a mere inch of land, but it was tragic to the extreme.
The bones all over the place are rivers of blood, like a of forest.
At this moment, the sky, a ray of light penetrated the entire blood-colored sky.
Qin Xuan looked into the distance, which was the direction of the buried emperor's tomb.
A woman, whose body was hidden in the endless chaos, walked out of the buried emperor's mausoleum, only barely able to see her graceful figure.
After that, there were seventeen figures.
Seventeen, headless saints!