Chapter 2000: 2000
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Qin Xuan looked at the boy, defeated all the opponents of the city, swept the pride of the family.
Finally, in the eyes of all, he walked slowly out of the city.
Qin Xuan followed him all the way. The boy went through the storm and finally got to a place.
Buried outside the emperor's Mausoleum!
The tomb of the emperor in this era is quite different from Qin Xuan's impression.
There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some that he has never seen.
Qin Xuan saw the young man with his own eyes. After a lot of calamities, he was forced to enter the tomb.
The young man had been buried outside the mausoleum for a long time. His eyes were dull, but he looked at the direction of the mausoleum. After seven days of wind and rain, he finally left.
The meaning of this word, again diffuse, Qin Xuan looked to the third word.
The third word, the edge of wind and cloud, is already in the lofty holy palace.
Young people have become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, as if arrogant Xiantu.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the holy palace, stepped on the phoenix of nine colors and went to the tomb of the emperor.
Qin Xuan seems to be the same as that middle-aged man at the moment. He travels day and night, and finally comes to the tomb.
Still so quiet, middle-aged looking at this burial mausoleum for a long time, finally, step into it.
He fought strangely with the burial mausoleum and fought for his life with the danger of death.
Finally, he came to the depth of the tomb, a bloody plain, broken mountains and broken rocks, more like a mausoleum.
Middle aged people looking at here, in front of him, there are several figures, standing here quietly.
Seems to be aware of the middle-aged people come, those figures look chaotic, blurred.
Nine people stood on the bloody plain.
They seem to be talking about something.
However, the nine people did not act disorderly, but seemed to be waiting for something in the bloody land.
Over the years, the scene changed in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if it were a scroll of pictures, passing in front of Qin Xuan's eyes.
Until then, the nine figures have turned into seventeen figures.
In the bloody plain, a figure finally emerged.
A woman, graceful, came quietly from a distance.
The woman's face is pure, and the corners of her mouth have a childlike smile.
In the center of his brow, there is a cluster of ice blue fire. In this mausoleum, it seems to be an immortal light in the dark.
She looked at the seventeen with a smile in her eyes.
All the seventeen people were shocked. Even if there was no sound, Qin Xuan seemed to feel the excitement of the seventeen people.
A woman, seventeen statues, should meet in the depths of the burial mausoleum.
The picture, at this moment, seems to freeze.
With this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan had a few complications in his heart.
The woman, I'm afraid she is the one he saw on the lotus of nine color emperor.
These 17 people should be the saints who were beheaded in the ears of the great emperor.
The middle-aged man, even if he was a saint, never recovered from his congenital blindness.
The consciousness returns, Qin Xuan turns back and looks at the sage without head.
"Then, why did the seventeen sages break their heads?"
"Why did the great emperor of the northern region kill you?"
Qin Xuan whispers softly. History is like a fog. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. Unless it's really in that period, who can know whether it's true or not.
There are too many legends in the mausoleum, but how to spread them and where they come from? How many people in the fairyland can know!?
Every time, the word "kill the immortal" is buried in the tomb of the Qin emperor.
He was blind, but he was willing to pick the dust of the emperor for the woman, and he was willing to take the holy flower for the woman.
Even more willing for that woman, ask for the existence that even he wants to bow his head, draw a picture of this world.
Every time, even if it's a serious injury, the smile on the middle-aged sage's face only blooms when he sees the woman.
As in the past, the shy and embarrassed youth by the stream.
Qinxuan gradually out of the fourth word, his eyes move again, into the fifth word.
The fifth word seems to have been in Xiantu.
But around the immortal land, it was the woman who finally walked out of the tomb after many years.
Seventeen saints surrounded the woman.
All the way is full of laughter, and this woman, walk together in this fairy land.
Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something.
The sixth word!
Into which, although silent, it is heaven and earth.
Deep in the mausoleum of the emperor, the bloody plain seems to be broken. On the dome of that day, there seems to be a figure peering at the world. Its palm is like a mountain, but it just flicks its sleeve slightly, and the earth is broken.
Under this figure, there are 17 figures, which are almost bloody.When they looked at the figure, there was fear, anger, fear and fear in their eyes
However, there was no intention to retreat.
But that woman figure, actually does not appear.
This is a big war. Qin Xuan can't even look at it from a close distance. He is pulled to seven million miles away by the force of the dark.
All he could see was that the heaven and earth had collapsed, and the distant thunder was intertwined, and there were many chains running through the heaven and earth, just like the lock of heaven and the chain of order.
There was a sigh in Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make the 17 saints hard to fight.
The emperor of the northern region?
Perhaps, in this era, the northern part of fairyland is not called the northern part.
But the great emperor is the great emperor after all. How can he be a saint.
That power finally dissipated, Qin Xuan to the broken world, want to see how the war.
However, Qin Xuan can only barely close, but always difficult to really close.
Until the scene almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures.
Faint, fuzzy, but dilapidated body, but still standing between the heaven and earth, never retreat half a step.
The seventeen figures, the seventeen saints, seem to prove their kindness with their bodies!
The picture dissipates, Qin Xuan's eyes fall on the last word.
"No matter how strong the seventeen sages are, they can hardly shake the great emperor."
"That woman should be in this magic mine!"
Qin Xuan whispered and looked at the last word.
The seventh word!
This word, Qin Xuan into which, but only one picture.
Heaven and earth fall apart, blood flows into a river, and the whole immortal land is perfect.
This scene, let Qin Xuan pupil micro coagulation.
He had seen it, and he had experienced it himself.
At the end of the era, the land of immortals was destroyed.
What he saw was that in this vast land of immortals, it was just a small piece of land, but it was extremely tragic.
Corpses everywhere, is the blood River, if it is a forest hell.
At this time, the sky, a ray of light, throughout the whole bloody sky.
Qin Xuan looked to the distance, which was the direction of burying the emperor's mausoleum.
A woman, whose body is hidden in endless chaos, can only barely see her graceful posture when walking out of the tomb.
After that, there were 17 figures.
Seventeen, headless sage!
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Qin Xuan looked at the boy, defeated all the opponents of the city, swept the pride of the family.
Finally, in the eyes of all, he walked slowly out of the city.
Qin Xuan followed him all the way. The boy went through the storm and finally got to a place.
Buried outside the emperor's Mausoleum!
The tomb of the emperor in this era is quite different from Qin Xuan's impression.
There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some that he has never seen.
Qin Xuan saw the young man with his own eyes. After a lot of calamities, he was forced to enter the tomb.
The young man had been buried outside the mausoleum for a long time. His eyes were dull, but he looked at the direction of the mausoleum. After seven days of wind and rain, he finally left.
The meaning of this word, again diffuse, Qin Xuan looked to the third word.
The third word, the edge of wind and cloud, is already in the lofty holy palace.
Young people have become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, as if arrogant Xiantu.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the holy palace, stepped on the phoenix of nine colors and went to the tomb of the emperor.
Qin Xuan seems to be the same as that middle-aged man at the moment. He travels day and night, and finally comes to the tomb.
Still so quiet, middle-aged looking at this burial mausoleum for a long time, finally, step into it.
He fought strangely with the burial mausoleum and fought for his life with the danger of death.
Finally, he came to the depth of the tomb, a bloody plain, broken mountains and broken rocks, more like a mausoleum.
Middle aged people looking at here, in front of him, there are several figures, standing here quietly.
Seems to be aware of the middle-aged people come, those figures look chaotic, blurred.
Nine people stood on the bloody plain.
They seem to be talking about something.
However, the nine people did not act disorderly, but seemed to be waiting for something in the bloody land.
Over the years, the scene changed in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if it were a scroll of pictures, passing in front of Qin Xuan's eyes.
Until then, the nine figures have turned into seventeen figures.
In the bloody plain, a figure finally emerged.
A woman, graceful, came quietly from a distance.
The woman's face is pure, and the corners of her mouth have a childlike smile.
In the center of his brow, there is a cluster of ice blue fire. In this mausoleum, it seems to be an immortal light in the dark.
She looked at the seventeen with a smile in her eyes.
All the seventeen people were shocked. Even if there was no sound, Qin Xuan seemed to feel the excitement of the seventeen people.
A woman, seventeen statues, should meet in the depths of the burial mausoleum.
The picture, at this moment, seems to freeze.
With this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan had a few complications in his heart.
The woman, I'm afraid she is the one he saw on the lotus of nine color emperor.
These 17 people should be the saints who were beheaded in the ears of the great emperor.
The middle-aged man, even if he was a saint, never recovered from his congenital blindness.
The consciousness returns, Qin Xuan turns back and looks at the sage without head.
"Then, why did the seventeen sages break their heads?"
"Why did the great emperor of the northern region kill you?"
Qin Xuan whispers softly. History is like a fog. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. Unless it's really in that period, who can know whether it's true or not.
There are too many legends in the mausoleum, but how to spread them and where they come from? How many people in the fairyland can know!?
Every time, the word "kill the immortal" is buried in the tomb of the Qin emperor.
He was blind, but he was willing to pick the dust of the emperor for the woman, and he was willing to take the holy flower for the woman.
Even more willing for that woman, ask for the existence that even he wants to bow his head, draw a picture of this world.
Every time, even if it's a serious injury, the smile on the middle-aged sage's face only blooms when he sees the woman.
As in the past, the shy and embarrassed youth by the stream.
Qinxuan gradually out of the fourth word, his eyes move again, into the fifth word.
The fifth word seems to have been in Xiantu.
But around the immortal land, it was the woman who finally walked out of the tomb after many years.
Seventeen saints surrounded the woman.
All the way is full of laughter, and this woman, walk together in this fairy land.
Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something.
The sixth word!
Into which, although silent, it is heaven and earth.
Deep in the mausoleum of the emperor, the bloody plain seems to be broken. On the dome of that day, there seems to be a figure peering at the world. Its palm is like a mountain, but it just flicks its sleeve slightly, and the earth is broken.
Under this figure, there are 17 figures, which are almost bloody.When they looked at the figure, there was fear, anger, fear and fear in their eyes
However, there was no intention to retreat.
But that woman figure, actually does not appear.
This is a big war. Qin Xuan can't even look at it from a close distance. He is pulled to seven million miles away by the force of the dark.
All he could see was that the heaven and earth had collapsed, and the distant thunder was intertwined, and there were many chains running through the heaven and earth, just like the lock of heaven and the chain of order.
There was a sigh in Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make the 17 saints hard to fight.
The emperor of the northern region?
Perhaps, in this era, the northern part of fairyland is not called the northern part.
But the great emperor is the great emperor after all. How can he be a saint.
That power finally dissipated, Qin Xuan to the broken world, want to see how the war.
However, Qin Xuan can only barely close, but always difficult to really close.
Until the scene almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures.
Faint, fuzzy, but dilapidated body, but still standing between the heaven and earth, never retreat half a step.
The seventeen figures, the seventeen saints, seem to prove their kindness with their bodies!
The picture dissipates, Qin Xuan's eyes fall on the last word.
"No matter how strong the seventeen sages are, they can hardly shake the great emperor."
"That woman should be in this magic mine!"
Qin Xuan whispered and looked at the last word.
The seventh word!
This word, Qin Xuan into which, but only one picture.
Heaven and earth fall apart, blood flows into a river, and the whole immortal land is perfect.
This scene, let Qin Xuan pupil micro coagulation.
He had seen it, and he had experienced it himself.
At the end of the era, the land of immortals was destroyed.
What he saw was that in this vast land of immortals, it was just a small piece of land, but it was extremely tragic.
Corpses everywhere, is the blood River, if it is a forest hell.
At this time, the sky, a ray of light, throughout the whole bloody sky.
Qin Xuan looked to the distance, which was the direction of burying the emperor's mausoleum.
A woman, whose body is hidden in endless chaos, can only barely see her graceful posture when walking out of the tomb.
After that, there were 17 figures.
Seventeen, headless sage!
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Qin Xuan looked at the boy, defeated all the opponents of the city, swept the pride of the family. Finally, in the eyes of all, he walked slowly out of the city. Qin Xuan followed him all the way. The boy went through the storm and finally got to a place. Buried outside the emperor's Mausoleum! The tomb of the emperor in this era is quite different from Qin Xuan's impression. There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some that he has never seen. Qin Xuan saw the young man with his own eyes. After a lot of calamities, he was forced to enter the tomb. The young man had been buried outside the mausoleum for a long time. His eyes were dull, but he looked at the direction of the mausoleum. After seven days of wind and rain, he finally left. The meaning of this word, again diffuse, Qin Xuan looked to the third word. The third word, the edge of wind and cloud, is already in the lofty holy palace. Young people have become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, as if arrogant Xiantu. Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the holy palace, stepped on the phoenix of nine colors and went to the tomb of the emperor. Qin Xuan seems to be the same as that middle-aged man at the moment. He travels day and night, and finally comes to the tomb. Still so quiet, middle-aged looking at this burial mausoleum for a long time, finally, step into it. He fought strangely with the burial mausoleum and fought for his life with the danger of death. Finally, he came to the depth of the tomb, a bloody plain, broken mountains and broken rocks, more like a mausoleum. Middle aged people looking at here, in front of him, there are several figures, standing here quietly. Seems to be aware of the middle-aged people come, those figures look chaotic, blurred. Nine people stood on the bloody plain. They seem to be talking about something. However, the nine people did not act disorderly, but seemed to be waiting for something in the bloody land. Over the years, the scene changed in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if it were a scroll of pictures, passing in front of Qin Xuan's eyes. Until then, the nine figures have turned into seventeen figures. In the bloody plain, a figure finally emerged. A woman, graceful, came quietly from a distance. The woman's face is pure, and the corners of her mouth have a childlike smile. In the center of his brow, there is a cluster of ice blue fire. In this mausoleum, it seems to be an immortal light in the dark. She looked at the seventeen with a smile in her eyes. All the seventeen people were shocked. Even if there was no sound, Qin Xuan seemed to feel the excitement of the seventeen people. A woman, seventeen statues, should meet in the depths of the burial mausoleum. The picture, at this moment, seems to freeze. With this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan had a few complications in his heart. The woman, I'm afraid she is the one he saw on the lotus of nine color emperor. These 17 people should be the saints who were beheaded in the ears of the great emperor. The middle-aged man, even if he was a saint, never recovered from his congenital blindness. The consciousness returns, Qin Xuan turns back and looks at the sage without head. "Then, why did the seventeen sages break their heads?" "Why did the great emperor of the northern region kill you?" Qin Xuan whispers softly. History is like a fog. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. Unless it's really in that period, who can know whether it's true or not. There are too many legends in the mausoleum, but how to spread them and where they come from? How many people in the fairyland can know!? Every time, the word "kill the immortal" is buried in the tomb of the Qin emperor. He was blind, but he was willing to pick the dust of the emperor for the woman, and he was willing to take the holy flower for the woman. Even more willing for that woman, ask for the existence that even he wants to bow his head, draw a picture of this world. Every time, even if it's a serious injury, the smile on the middle-aged sage's face only blooms when he sees the woman. As in the past, the shy and embarrassed youth by the stream. Qinxuan gradually out of the fourth word, his eyes move again, into the fifth word. The fifth word seems to have been in Xiantu. But around the immortal land, it was the woman who finally walked out of the tomb after many years. Seventeen saints surrounded the woman. All the way is full of laughter, and this woman, walk together in this fairy land. Qin Xuan's consciousness returned, but he seemed to have predicted something. The sixth word! Into which, although silent, it is heaven and earth. Deep in the mausoleum of the emperor, the bloody plain seems to be broken. On the dome of that day, there seems to be a figure peering at the world. Its palm is like a mountain, but it just flicks its sleeve slightly, and the earth is broken. Under this figure, there are 17 figures, which are almost bloody.When they looked at the figure, there was fear, anger, fear and fear in their eyes However, there was no intention to retreat. But that woman figure, actually does not appear. This is a big war. Qin Xuan can't even look at it from a close distance. He is pulled to seven million miles away by the force of the dark. All he could see was that the heaven and earth had collapsed, and the distant thunder was intertwined, and there were many chains running through the heaven and earth, just like the lock of heaven and the chain of order. There was a sigh in Qin Xuan's eyes, which could make the 17 saints hard to fight. The emperor of the northern region? Perhaps, in this era, the northern part of fairyland is not called the northern part. But the great emperor is the great emperor after all. How can he be a saint. That power finally dissipated, Qin Xuan to the broken world, want to see how the war. However, Qin Xuan can only barely close, but always difficult to really close. Until the scene almost disappeared, Qin Xuan only saw the seventeen figures. Faint, fuzzy, but dilapidated body, but still standing between the heaven and earth, never retreat half a step. The seventeen figures, the seventeen saints, seem to prove their kindness with their bodies! The picture dissipates, Qin Xuan's eyes fall on the last word. "No matter how strong the seventeen sages are, they can hardly shake the great emperor." "That woman should be in this magic mine!" Qin Xuan whispered and looked at the last word. The seventh word! This word, Qin Xuan into which, but only one picture. Heaven and earth fall apart, blood flows into a river, and the whole immortal land is perfect. This scene, let Qin Xuan pupil micro coagulation. He had seen it, and he had experienced it himself. At the end of the era, the land of immortals was destroyed. What he saw was that in this vast land of immortals, it was just a small piece of land, but it was extremely tragic. Corpses everywhere, is the blood River, if it is a forest hell. At this time, the sky, a ray of light, throughout the whole bloody sky. Qin Xuan looked to the distance, which was the direction of burying the emperor's mausoleum. A woman, whose body is hidden in endless chaos, can only barely see her graceful posture when walking out of the tomb. After that, there were 17 figures. Seventeen, headless sage! www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
