When the God of Death massacred the phantom killing field in the seventh level of Yuanhuang, he slaughtered nearly half of the people alone. No one in the place he passed could withstand his own power.
At this moment, it seems that another person who is comparable to the God of Death appears, or even a little stronger than the God of Death. How can they not be shocked by it.
"No wonder Peng Jing was eliminated so early. I'm afraid he collided with this person too early." Someone whispered, with a tone of shock and confusion.
After being reminded by this person, many people suddenly showed a look of enlightenment, as if everything was solved. If this is really the case, then it can be explained.
Even if Peng Jing is of the blood of a saint, it is understandable that he would be defeated when he encounters such a peerless monster.
Among those who were defeated by the God of Death, there were also many outstanding people, but what was the result?
Their brilliance was completely overshadowed by the God of Death, and they were reduced to ordinary people. It was not that they were too weak, but that their opponents were too strong.
"Will he be the second God of Death?" Those who came out of the phantom killing field stared at Qin Xuan with a hint of awe in their eyes.
They witnessed what happened in the phantom killing field with their own eyes. Qin Xuan actually only experienced a few battles and did not massacre on a large scale like the God of Death. Therefore, they did not connect the two at the time, but now they heard other people's words.
There was a slight tremor in their hearts as they discussed.
The God of Death practices the ruthless way, kills decisively, acts according to his heart, those who follow others will prosper, and those who go against others will perish, and will not care about other people's lives.
Qin Xuan was different. He had a benevolent heart and did not have such a murderous spirit, but he still did the same thing as the God of Death, and even to some extent, did it better than the God of Death.
They couldn't help but have a bold idea in their minds. If Qin Xuan also practices killing, can he do the same shocking act as the God of Death?
The answer is unknown. After all, it is impossible to repeat everything, unless Qin Xuan enters the phantom killing field again and imitates the method of death, but this is obviously impossible.
In a corner of the crowd, there was a person staring at Qin Xuan with slightly cold eyes, with murderous intent faintly revealed in his eyes. This person was Qiao Cheng.
"The God of Death?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Qiao Cheng's lips, and he murmured to himself: "Just wait, you will see the God of Death soon."
After saying this, he quietly left the phantom killing field without attracting anyone's attention.
Qin Xuan looked around at the crowd with a thoughtful look on his face. He heard Qiao Cheng mention it before that in addition to the Phantom Killing Fields, Wangtian Que also had Hundreds of Battlefields and Qianxueting. Qianxueting was not allowed to enter without an invitation, and only Hundreds of Battlefields could be visited.
Have a look.
Qin Xuan walked through the crowd, and many people voluntarily gave way to a path, looking at him with curiosity. This man was quite handsome, with an outstanding temperament, and he naturally exuded an aura of transcendence.
His temperament, I don’t know what kind of person he is.
After leaving the Phantom Killing Field, Qin Xuan found someone and asked for the direction of the Hundred Battlefields, and then walked over according to the instructions.
However, not long after walking, Qin Xuan suddenly stopped in his steps, frowned, and faintly noticed something was wrong.
"Your perception is very sensitive."
At this moment, a voice came into Qin Xuan's mind. Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze, and then he felt a huge terrifying power spurting out from the void, oppressing him like thousands of giant waves, causing
All the bones in his body made a creaking sound, as if they were about to break.
In addition, he found that the surrounding space was blocked by the power of the avenue. Not only would no sound or breath come out, but even people passing by might not know what was happening inside.
The person who took action was extremely powerful.
Qin Xuan's face instantly turned ugly. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed and he said coldly: "Are all the people of the Six-winged Purple Gold Roc Clan so despicable and shameless?"
However, there was no response to the voice, and the space seemed extremely quiet.
Then Qin Xuan only felt that the space he was in was constantly moving back and forth, and there was the sound of wind whistling by his ears. He was quickly moving away from where he was just now, and the person who secretly seemed to be taking him to other places.
"Where are you taking me?" Qin Xuan asked again, but he was thinking about how to escape.
But the result remains the same, no response.
The man seemed to have disappeared, but the space was still moving forward. Qin Xuan knew that the man was always there, but he just didn't want to answer him.
Qin Xuan calmed down quickly. The person who took action must be an existence in the imperial realm. His strength was very terrifying. The possibility of him escaping from his hands was slim.
He could have killed himself without anyone noticing, or even without letting others know, but he didn't. There must be a reason for this.
Just as Qin Xuan was thinking, a powerful shock force suddenly came from the front and bombarded him, making Qin Xuan groan, but his eyes showed a strange color and stopped in space.
"Are we here yet?" Qin Xuan thought to himself. He was wrapped in the man's power and couldn't see the outside world, so he didn't know what was happening outside.
Cen Hao looked forward with deep eyes. There stood a slender figure with his back to him. He was wearing a snow-white robe. There were also pieces of flying snow patterns embroidered on the robe. He didn't know how many there were, giving people a feeling of indifference.
The meaning of loneliness.
There was no breath coming out of that man's body. He was there, but he seemed not to be there, as if he had reached an extremely harmonious state with heaven and earth, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
When Cen Hao saw what this person was wearing, he stopped and showed a solemn look on his face. It was obvious that he knew where the person in front of him came from.
Wangtianque’s second mysterious place, Qianxueting.
There are not many people under Qianxue Tingjun, only a few dozen, but each one of them is extremely strong. Their lowest cultivation level is the middle-level emperor realm, and most of them are at the high-level emperor realm and the great emperor realm.
The middle-aged man in white robe standing in front of him is a great emperor.
Although Cen Hao was also in the realm of the Great Emperor, he had no chance of winning against the powerful men from Qian Xueting, so he took the initiative to stop to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Seeing that the middle-aged man in white robe did not speak, Cen Hao's expression remained unchanged and he continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.
Just when he was about to pass by the middle-aged man in white robe, he saw the middle-aged man in white robe narrowed his eyes slightly and said a voice: "So blatantly, do you think I don't exist?"
The moment the words fell, Cen Hao's expression became sharp. The other party mentioned this, obviously knowing what he had done.
But, how could Qian Xueting pay attention to this matter?
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a certain rumor. His pupils could not help but shrink, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the rumor was true. Qianxueting had some unknown connection with the Phantom Killing Fields and Baiba battlefield.
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On the surface, Qianxueting is independent of the Phantom Killing Field and Hundreds of Battlefields. In the eyes of many people, Qianxueting’s status is even more transcendent. After all, only those invited by Qianxueting are eligible to visit Qianxueting.
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But there has always been a voice saying that Qianxueting, Hundreds of Battlefields and Phantom Killing Fields are actually closely connected and do not exist independently of each other.
In the past, Cen Hao had dismissed such rumors. If this was true, then why would he create three secret realms? It would be superfluous.
But at this moment, he vaguely believed it.
Otherwise, why did Qian Xueting send people over as soon as he took people away from the phantom killing field? This speed was too fast.
The only reasonable explanation is that the people in Qian Xueting knew what happened in the Phantom Killing Field and knew that they could attack it, so they sent people over as soon as possible.
"Qian Xueting has always been independent from everything and has not cared about the grudges of major forces. Why do you want to interfere in this matter today?" Cen Hao said lightly and transmitted a message in the void. Only the middle-aged man in white robe could hear his words.
"How Qian Xueting behaves is Qian Xueting's business. It's not anyone else's turn to dictate." The middle-aged man in white robe glanced at Cen Hao lightly and said, "The prince and princess of the Six-Winged Purple Gold Roc Clan entered the illusory killing field at the same time.
Only one person entered the top ten because of the mercy of others, so we should reflect on it!"
Cen Hao looked slightly embarrassed when he heard this. As he expected, the people in Qian Xueting knew everything about the phantom killing field.
At this moment, he was even thinking whether the phantom killing field was controlled by people from Qian Xueting?
"This son has humiliated the princes and princesses of our clan many times, and he is a human being. I want to take him back to die, and I hope that I will show my noble hand." Cen Hao cupped his fists towards the white-robed middle-aged man, and his tone became much gentler. The other party came from
Qian Xueting, and Qian Xueting-kun is not someone to be trifled with, so he naturally has to be more polite.
"No." The middle-aged man in white robe said, only one sentence, "No."
When will the person Qian Xueting wants be given to others?
"Are all the people in Qianxueting so unkind?" Cen Hao couldn't help but look a little colder. He deliberately lowered his posture. The other party was still so strong. Do you really think you were afraid of him?
The middle-aged man in white robe smiled, looked at Cen Hao, and said with interest: "This person is the person Tingjun wants, are you sure you want to take him away?"
"What!" Cen Hao's head trembled when he heard this. This kid actually got Qian Xueting's attention?
"Ting Jun specially ordered me to take him to Qianxueting. You know what this means." The middle-aged man in white robe said casually, as if he was saying an extremely ordinary sentence.
Cen Hao suddenly fell silent. Lord Qian Xueting wanted to see this boy. In other words, this boy had been invited by Lord Qian Xueting. This was not an ordinary thing.
There is an unwritten rule in Wangtian Palace. Anyone who is invited by Lord Qianxueting cannot be moved by any force. Otherwise, he will be an enemy of Lord Qianxueting!
Cen Hao stared at the middle-aged man in white robe, knowing that he could no longer take anyone back to die.
"Take him away." Cen Hao waved his hand, releasing the shackles of space, and then disappeared from the spot.