"He really ranks first in the Jiuyou Tongtian Conference!"
A voice full of shock and disbelief slowly sounded around the arena.
In the first domain, the Nine Nethers Tongtian Conference came first. All the saints gathered together, but in the end, the flowers fell into chaos.
It’s incredible!
On top of the big ring, Qin Hao was stained with blood, and with the help of heaven and earth, he faintly dispersed.
Qin Hao's body had many cracks, and at this moment, immortal blood spread out.
It was as if his body was falling apart.
Qin Hao's body continued to tremble. Borrowing time was a forbidden method after all. Thinking about the battle at Qin Xuan's Holy Mountain of Taidao, it had even affected the origin. Although Qin Hao had not affected the origin, he was not far away from the collapse of his body.
At this moment, Qin Hao roared, and the shrouds on his arms slowly stretched and spread to Qin Hao's body.
The shroud was tightly wrapped around Qin Hao's body, almost covering everything under his neck.
At this point, the horrific injuries on Qin Hao's body were relieved.
He is using the shroud, a thing of the Great Emperor, to suppress the injuries on his body to prevent his body from breaking apart.
"Damn it!"
In the Jiuyou Emperor's Palace, Jiuyou Mingkong's fists shook suddenly, full of anger.
The scene he least expected to see appeared before his eyes.
He stared at Saint Minghong with his eyes, and couldn't help but cursed "trash" in his heart.
At this moment, Jiuyou Mingkong's gaze paused, and his lips and teeth seemed to be moving slightly.
In the pavilion, Qin Xuan, who had been refining the imperial medicine, suddenly opened his eyes and his ears moved faintly.
"court death!"
Qin Xuan softly uttered these two words, as if he heard something.
On the stage, Saint Minghong also looked pale.
He seemed a little lost. The saint who had entered the second level of sainthood was defeated by an immortal.
Moreover, it was in the Nine Netherworld Tongtian Conference, under the watchful eyes of all living beings.
Humiliation, regret, unwillingness, anger...
At this moment, Saint Minghong's mind was like a mess.
At this moment, a slow sound sounded in Saint Minghong's ears.
"Qin Hao has been severely injured now. With your power, you can destroy him with one blow!"
"Kill him, break the rules of the Jiuyou Conference, and I will help you deal with other troubles!"
"And, I will try my best to help you become the number one, and the imperial medicine belongs to you!"
The faint words caused Saint Minghong's body to tremble in an instant.
His peripheral vision glanced in the direction of the Jiuyou Imperial Palace, and Minghong could naturally tell who this voice came from.
Half Emperor, Jiuyou Mingkong!
Saint Minghong's eyes couldn't help but flicker at this moment.
If he were to destroy Qin Hao at this moment, he would definitely be criticized by the beings in the underworld.
But that's the imperial medicine, plus he ranks first in the Nine Netherworld Tongtian Conference.
There is Jiuyou Mingkong, this is definitely not a lie, a half-emperor of the imperial clan is supporting him, so what if it is what all sentient beings point to?
Saint Minghong's eyes fell on Qin Hao, who had a weak aura and suffered backlash after using the secret technique.
Qin Hao was trembling even while standing now, as if he was suffering from endless pain.
"Haotian Immortal Lord!"
Saint Minghong suddenly spoke, and these four words were slowly spoken on the big ring.
Qin Hao was slightly startled and looked up.
In an instant, Qin Hao's pupils were condensed to the extreme.
An ink sword suddenly rose up, as if sending him back to the netherworld.
At this moment, Saint Minghong almost exerted all his strength without any reservation.
"I'm sorry!"
bright
The voice of Hong Shengren entered Qin Hao's ears word by word.
"You dare!"
The sentient beings and saints around the arena suddenly reacted at this moment, their faces full of anger.
In this Jiuyou Tongtian Conference, Ming Hong has been defeated and the victory has been decided. He dares to make a sneak attack and wants to kill Haotian Immortal Lord!
Shameless!
Oops!
In everyone's eyes, the black sword suddenly fell in front of Qin Hao.
Three inches in front of Qin Hao's body, he suddenly froze.
The space is like a shield, layer upon layer, with nine layers in total.
It seemed like there were nine overlapping spaces that blocked everything for Qin Hao.
The ink sword struck it, only two layers were broken, and then it froze in the air.
"What!?"
Minghong Sage, the nine ethereal clear sky, including the surrounding sentient beings, cannot help but change their color.
Even Qin Hao couldn't help but look in disbelief.
He looked at the law that suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a holy law, and it was extremely mysterious.
Immediately, from behind Saint Minghong, the space was slowly torn apart.
From there, a figure wearing a black robe walked out.
On top of the black robe, there is a bronze dragon face and a pair of scarlet eyes, making it look like a demon.
Jiang Bowen looked at the saint Minghong quietly.
He had to order so far that the son of Emperor Shou Qing would win the first place in the Jiuyou Tongtian Conference to avoid any surprises.
But I never thought that this accident would actually happen.
Saint Minghong, a saint who had reached the second level of sainthood, risked the disapproval of the world and the anger of the powerful men in the underworld to sneak attack Qin Hao, hoping to kill Qin Hao here.
Under the bronze dragon face, Jiang Bowen raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was scornfully smiling.
Laughing at the ignorance of the Minghong Saint, laughing at the ignorance of the Minghong Saint.
"Die!"
Jiang Bowen only uttered two words, and his voice, through the bronze dragon face, seemed to be the cry of a dying man.
In an instant, a gun appeared in his hand. Suddenly, the gun shook suddenly.
Imperial law, no return to the imperial spear!
The gun came out and seemed to disappear completely in an instant. Before Saint Minghong could react, it had already pierced his chest.
The spear tip stained with holy blood slowly appeared in front of Qin Hao, only inches away. Even at this moment, Qin Hao forgot the pain in his body and was speechless.
Saint Minghong, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the dragon face, Jiang Bowen under the black robe, his face full of disbelief.
"Becoming a Saint, the second level!?"
Before dying, he only uttered these five words.
The next moment, the spear shook, and the saint's body was directly taken under the black robe by Jiang Bowen.
The sudden change almost made all living beings unable to react.
Jiang Bowen glanced at Qin Hao, and immediately he tore the space apart and disappeared.
"Oh my God, who is this man in black robe and dragon face!?"
"Is he deliberately protecting Qin Hao? Or, he has long expected that Saint Minghong has evil intentions!"
"That shot was definitely a full-strength blow to reach the second level of sainthood. Not to mention that it severely injured Saint Minghong, even if it was not injured, it might not be able to be easily blocked!"
"I seem to have never heard of this person. Who is he?"
Voices rang out one after another, filling the air in the Nine Netherworld Conference.
Even Qin Hao looked confused, but he seemed to have thought of something.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his heart suddenly woke up.
Just now, he was one step away from death.
In the pavilion, Luo Heitian turned his head slightly and glanced at where Qin Xuan was.
His eyes narrowed slightly, "Qin Changqing, you
How much more secrets can there be!?"
Without any action, a creature that had reached at least the second level of sainthood appeared. Luo Heitian didn't need to think about it, but he also knew that the black-robed dragon face was related to Qin Xuan.
Qin Hao, a saint who is not worthy of entering the second level of sainthood, protects him personally.
"However, although Qin Hao won the first place in the Jiuyou Tongtian Conference, the fun has just begun!"
"The Imperial Clan is much more difficult than the Nine Netherworld Conference!"
The corner of Luo Heitian's mouth suddenly raised, "I do have some expectations. Facing the Jiuyou family, what will you, father and son, do?"