Chapter 3620: death

In Long Yan's body, Qin Xuan sat in retreat, transporting all the Negian Sacred Power in his body into the ink stele.
Qin Xuan's body, including the origin, was almost eroded by death at this moment.
In the world of dantian, the white clothes were sitting cross-legged, but at this moment, his face was as gray as death, and he never left a bit of anger.
Including the Origin Realm, all ancestral powers seem to have fallen into decline.
Heaven and earth also decay, and the sun and the moon melt into dust!
Only in the Dark Treasure Realm, it seems that because of the ancient monument, more than a hundred million creatures in it have been completely swallowed up by this unreliable power.
Lu Yan and the others also died because of this, but Qin Xuan couldn't protect himself now because he was motivated and powerless.
The Primordial Tablet almost swallowed up the sacred power against Cang, and the endless death energy turned into a long river of death within this dark treasure realm, and gradually entered the Primordial Monument.
Even Qin Xuan's consciousness was almost completely corroded by lifeless energy, until Qin Xuan's origin completely lost its vitality. In Qin Xuan's ancestor body, that has always existed, but the untouched Great Zhou Shenyun furnace bottom suddenly rose.
This is the ancient emperor soldier, coming out slowly, and when something happens, the life around him is in turmoil.
When Long Yan noticed it, it suddenly opened its mouth and spit out the Great Zhou Divine Fortune Furnace. It glanced at the Great Zhou Divine Fortune Furnace and didn't care.
The terrible thing about the Great Zhou Divine Luck Furnace is the devouring of Qi Luck and Fate, but here is the Heavenly Ruins. The Qi Luck and Fate above the Heavenly Ruins have never been of any use in this day of Ruins.
Even this Great Zhou Divine Fortune Furnace, at this moment, is only a magic weapon fragment equivalent to an ancient imperial soldier material, and has no real imperial soldier ability.
Long Yan looked at the bottom of the furnace, snapped a palm, and abruptly embedded the bottom of the furnace in the cold shallow water.
After that, it continued to lie down, waiting for all the refining of the Taikoo Monument.
In its perception, Qin Xuan had fallen, and there was no chance of victory.
Under the erosion of absolute power, a group of Conferred God-level creatures are as weak as ants.
"When the Taikoo Monument is transformed, it will be the time for real refining!"
"Xia Zu, Xia Zu! Waiting for me to refine this Primordial Monument and break through the Holy Imperial City of Human Race, the entire Primordial Continent, who can match me!?"
There was no complacency in the depths of its eyes, only the monstrous anger, suppressed in this human holy imperial city for millions of years, just to accumulate the power of absolute filth.
It is just a tool, a tool that contains absolute power.
But it is precisely because of this that it has only grown to this point.
Once it reaches the Primordial Level, it will be fearless of that Xia Zu, master the Primordial Monument, and cross the Primordial Continent.
It seems that along with the movement of ambition, the absolute power in its body has poured into Qin Xuan's body again.
Washing through Qin Xuan's ancestor body, into his dantian world, into the dark treasure world, into the ancient monument.
As for Qin Xuan, his mind and consciousness almost fell into a dead silence.
The soul and Qin Xuan's origin have completely fallen into a state of death, which is tantamount to a true soul flying away.
However, his consciousness is still there, not only in, but also in the ancient monument.
Qin Xuan knew very well that he couldn't beat Long Yan at the second ancient peak.
The Great Zhou Divine Fortune Furnace, in this world of laws which is completely different from the nine heavens and ten earths, is also difficult to shelter.
Only this archaic monument can leave him the last touch of life.
Inside the ancient stele, Qin Xuan carried the endless aura of death, including the sacred power against Cang and the magical power of heaven. He seemed to be in a vortex where three powers converged.
Desire, evil, and death are constantly eroding his consciousness, but Qin Xuan seems to be used to it.
Since entering the heavens, he has not known how many times he has entered this dying point.
Even though, after deduction again and again, every step, he walked carefully, but the road ahead is endless, and every step is an abyss.
In this ancient monument, Qin Xuan's consciousness is as tiny as an ant, and only relying on a trace of immortality, sent to a ray of longevity, floating in this ancient monument.
Under the stalemate of the three powers, it is obvious that the third kind of absolute power is getting bigger and bigger.
Qin Xuan couldn't control so much at this moment, condensing this consciousness that would be shattered at any time.
In this state, time is infinitely long.
There is even a hint of giving up in Qin Xuan's heart.
"Everyone in the world suffers, it's not like a dream to sleep forever!"
For a long time, Qin Xuan has never given up even in that long period of time. Now, this thought has actually arisen in Qin Xuan's heart.
Together with this thought, it is like a maggot with bones.
Qin Xuan had a mirror in his heart, and this thought would be a disaster for him in the end, but at this moment, his mood became more and more difficult to control.
But suddenly, Jun Wushuang and others appeared in his eyes.
Everyone’s figure made him aware for a while. He saw Jun Wushuang, Mo Qinglian and other women... Seeing the Immortal City of Longevity, seeing Qin Hao, walking alone in the barren world, seeing Qin Qinglan, Luo Fuxian pressed his lips beside him, and saw Qin Hongyi, Hongyi Lilie, and Qin Linger...
The figure of every deceased person gradually dissipated the thought of death in Qin Xuan's heart.
In the end, the consciousness reunited, and Qin Xuan's heart was shaking.
"You bear a heavy burden, how dare you not wake up from a big dream!"
"Qin Changqing, there is absolutely no magic power, you will have this thought in your two lives, countless deaths!"
"It's ridiculous, you look back, who are they looking forward to in the Longevity Immortal City!?"
"World of the heavens, who else can they rely on except you!?"
"You can sleep in a dream!? You can't wake up in a big dream!?"
In Qin Xuan's heart, there was a thunderous anger, this anger, not angering the world, but angering himself.
Inside the ancient stele, Qin Xuan's consciousness slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to see a faint figure in his eyes.
"It hasn't died yet?"
This seems to be a man sitting cross-legged in chaos with a piano in his lap.
Qin Xuan's eyes were blurred, and he could only see a trace of the man's outline, but he seemed to have guessed who the other party was.
"Swire!"
Qin Xuan thought silently, he knew Taikoo should be able to know.
"Why does the Tianxu exist, where is the ancient road, where is the sky map!?"
Qin Xuan was thinking about it, he seemed to want to seize this small and unavailable opportunity.
He couldn't see the other person's face, but knew that the other person was looking at him.
"You are suitable to inherit this ancient monument, but if you let me raise a little interest, I don't want you to inherit the ancient monument."
"I am looking forward to the consequences of this changed fate!"
The man's voice is like the prince and emperor of the game world, and Qin Xuan, in his eyes, is just a certain in a chess game.
Suddenly, the man seemed to be looking at something. In the next instant, the man's face changed.
Qin Xuan's eyes were blurred, but he seemed to see that the world behind the man had split apart, and a spatula of light flew out from the sky and the earth, straight into the man's back.
The man seemed to have never thought that he had never been injured, but he just looked back and saw that there was something flowing in the cracks between the world and the earth.
"His fate depends on you to want to change it too!?"
"If you dare to change, I will cross these two long rivers with no beginning and no end, and take you..."
The voice in Qin Xuan's ear disappeared, and it was hard to hear anymore, and gradually became clear in his vague eyes.
Instead, in front of him, there was a rune.
This is an ancient talisman similar to a tree, with nine different colored branches and fruits on it.
But Qin Xuan's thoughts were not on this ancient talisman, and the vagueness in his mind lingered on what he saw and heard.
"Illusion? No, it shouldn't be!"