The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

It is said that this person must be uneasy and kind. What is the place of Xihuangcheng, which has existed together with Yaochi Holy Land for tens of thousands of years. This person actually wants to inscribe on the gate of Xihuangcheng. Isn't this a slap in the face of Yaochi Holy Land?

Just as those guards were about to walk towards Qin Xuan, they suddenly found in shock that they could not move.

For a while, the general trend of heaven and earth enveloped the entire Xihuangcheng directly. Whether it was the gate guards or other cultivators in the Xihuangcheng, all of them were stiff in place, and their hearts throbbed and looked in the direction of the West Imperial City Gate.

Qin Xuan held Xiao Nan Nan, who was a big kid, in his arms with one hand, and walked leisurely towards the West Emperor City Gate with a smile on his face. Step by step, he walked up the void.

The West Imperial City, which had been sitting in this place for tens of thousands of years, sensed an aura that had not appeared in tens of thousands of years, and it trembled as if it had life.

There was a low humming sound of "Boom", as if crying and cheering. Such a miraculous scene made everyone in the Western Imperial City dumbfounded, and they all fell into deep shock.

How is it possible, how can a city resonate because of the appearance of one person...

There is only one thought in everyone's mind.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Qin Xuan carried Xiao Nan Nan and walked into the void step by step, walked to the gate of the West Imperial City, and stroked the gate with his hands. Qin Xuan's eyes seemed to see the purple words that had been left on it.

"In order to eliminate those words, Xihuangcheng City Lord's Mansion spent a lot of effort."

Qin Xuan smiled slightly, and with a light gesture with his empty hand, a brush appeared in his palm.

Although the general guarding the city gate couldn't move, his heart skipped a beat when the bland brush in Qin Xuan's hand appeared, and his expression changed.

"who are you?"

Seeing that the writing brush of the Great Saint Soldier level in Qin Xuan's hand had been pressed on the gate of Xihuangcheng, the guard roared with all his strength while carrying the pressure.

Unleashing coercion in an understatement can suppress the entire city to the point of immobility, and even the ancient city resonates. Could it be that this handsome young man will be a big man who was never born at all?

"Ha ha."

Qin Xuan stopped the brush in his hand, hung there, then slowly turned his head to look at the guard and smiled softly.

Between the heavens and the earth, a long bell ding sounded.

Qin Xuan turned around, pressed the Great Saint Soldier's brush on the gate of the West Imperial City, and wrote a few large characters on the gate of the West Imperial City with the trend of slowly falling.

"The spring and autumn of ten thousand years have passed, and Emperor Xuan returns to his hometown."

The ten vigorous and powerful characters are full of mysterious Dao rhythm, and a luxurious purple streamer appears on the gate of the Western Imperial City. It is imprinted in the eyes of the cultivators in the city, but it is like the nine-day thunder that they faced during the calamity. A moment of daze.

"thump……"

As the guard general first knelt down towards Qin Xuan's knees, the sound of cultivators' knees being smashed to the ground was heard in the whole city one after another.

In just a few breaths, all the cultivators in the West Imperial City knelt down reverently in the direction of the West Imperial City Gate, their eyes full of throbbing.

In that seemingly distant place, between the heavens and the earth stood a huge figure wearing a purple gown, with his hands on his back and his head looking up at the sky.

The handsome face, the long purple hair that flutters in the air, and the aura that makes people feel submissive, just like when they were in the Western Imperial City tens of thousands of years ago when they visited the emperor's meeting.

"It's hard for you to remember the breath of this emperor haha."

Qin Xuan threw the brush casually, turning it into a little bit of starlight, and then looked at the familiar Emperor Shadow between heaven and earth and laughed.

Emperor Shadow was not condensed by himself, but when Xihuangcheng felt his own aura appear, it reproduced the original scene.

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Even if the great cause and effect of the world was erased, Qin Xuan was still not forgotten.

"Let's go, little girl, my brother will take you to pay homage to an old grandmother."

Satisfied for his own little interest, Qin Xuan turned his head and glanced at the line of purple characters inscribed on the gate of the West Imperial City.

Then he smiled at Xiao Nannan and said with a smile, gently pinched Xiao Nannan's Yao nose, hugged her and disappeared into the West Imperial City, leaving only the ten shining figures on the side of the city gate. The big characters prove that all this is not unreal.

It was not until Qin Xuan left that the tall purple figure between the heavens and the earth slowly disappeared, but that Ling Ran's detached figure and the aura of real existence lingered in everyone's heart for a long time.

"Is that person just now the self-proclaimed Emperor Xuan in this poem?"

After regaining self-control over the body, the cultivators in the West Imperial City gathered towards the city gate.

Everyone saw the vigorous big characters printed on the gate of the West Imperial City, revealing noble purple air and Dao rhyme, and was strongly impacted by the understated but actually suffocating verse.

"Emperor Xuan... Could it be that that man is actually a great emperor!"

"How is this possible? There is no Great Emperor alive at all."

"Then what's going on..."

The erased cause and effect, the blank history, still can't hide the style of the peerless emperor. .

Chapter [-] The smell is congenial

"Don't get me wrong, brother. I think you have a high-spirited look, brother, and you have both dragons and tigers on your head at a young age. With such a talented person, I like to make friends with Tu Fei the most."

Although Ye Fan clenched his fists and looked at each other vigilantly, the man named Tu Fei talked freely and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder from time to time to show his closeness.

It was the first time that Ye Fan met such a familiar person, and he was speechless.

However, it is necessary to guard against others. Ye Fan will not relax his vigilance until he is not sure whether this man is coming for a reward.

"I can't tell you what the first person is, I still don't understand what this big brother wants to say."

Ye Fan replied with a cold expression, and immediately took away Tu Fei's hand on his shoulder.

"This donor's ability to flatter people and fool people is quite suitable for the mantle of the preacher."