Chapter 71: Qin Haoran Comes Out, The Age of Repression
The White Tiger Demon Saint who was the first to speak smiled faintly, and his words completely separated Holy Lord Yaoguang from other human holy lands. It seems that their return to the mainland is not far away!
"Since you, Holy Lord Yaoguang, cannot make this decision on behalf of the human race, it is a pity that we can only let the genius of the clan kill Qin Haoran's son!"
They did not expect Holy Lord Yaoguang to agree to this bet this time, and they were not stupid in their pity. It didn’t matter how talented a human monk from the seventh level of the Martial King was, how could he compete with all the geniuses of the demon race in that secret realm?
Fighting?
Apart from anything else, he may not be able to pass this current hurdle alone.
They came here first to test the attitude of the major holy places of the human race towards the son of Qin Haoran - to be precise, the attitude towards the ancient Qin clan.
Use this to determine whether there is an opportunity to use vertical and horizontal means to drive a wedge between the major holy places in the future, so as to find an opportunity to return to the mainland.
Obviously, this first purpose has been perfectly achieved.
Secondly, in front of everyone, let the outstanding geniuses of their clans surround and kill Qin Haoran's son, which can be regarded as revenge for the past.
Most of the reasons why these races were expelled to the barren overseas territories were given by the ancestors of the defeated Qin family.
If the Qin clan had not led the counterattack in the major holy places, they would have occupied the entire Tianxuan Continent long ago, and the outcome of the Hundred Clans War would have been rewritten.
They had a chance to dominate Tianxuan!
All because of the Qin family!
They all spoke one after another, saying that they would let the geniuses of their clan deal a devastating blow to Qin Yu without mercy.
For a moment, Lian Xin's heart sank to the bottom.
If it were only Zewu Xiandao's power, he believed that Qin Yu could turn defeat into victory. This was also the confidence that Qin Yu had given him over the past few days.
Peep through the peerless illusory formation that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, have a keen eye to recognize pearls, and be able to uncover peerless treasures one after another by gambling on stones.
Conquer the best holy weapon and recognize the master of the holy medicine!
See through the talent's skills at a glance, draw inferences from one example, and reach the peak in an instant!
She believed that Qin Yu would definitely be the most shining talent of this era...and the next era, even before or after him.
Just like Qin Haoran back then, even stronger than him!
But now, he needs time!
How could he face the cooperation of so many geniuses in that secret realm where the sky and the sky were incompatible and the earth and the earth were incompetent?
There is no enemy in the world more than this!
"I will accept this bet!"
Suddenly, a melodious word seemed to float from thousands of miles away, and seemed to be whispered in their ears.
There seems to be a gentle breeze blowing, which is soothing.
However, the phantom of the upright Demon Saint Sanzun kept swaying and almost disappeared.
Their complexions changed drastically, and every pore on their bodies seemed to be facing the crisis of death.
It's like they are surrounded by sharp swords that can cut off all things, leaving them with no room for resistance...
And that terrifying sword intent that no one could stop shook their hearts and souls, and every hair on their bodies was trembling.
That is the fear from the depths of the soul!
"Even if the defeated generals join forces to besiege me, what can they do to my son?"
"Ants will always be ants...using these methods is just dirtier!"
"Qin Haoran!" The Taotie Great Sage exclaimed, and everyone's expressions changed drastically. They all turned to look at the figure that appeared between heaven and earth at an unknown time.
The sky seemed to be darkening, and Wu Yan competed with that figure!
All the brilliance in the world is concentrated on that small figure, making people unable to take their eyes away after just one look.
His long hair shawls around his shoulders, fluttering in the wind, and he looks a bit desolate and indifferent.
A mysterious robe was hung casually, and his eyebrows were full of carelessness, with a bit of disdain and ridicule.
With just a few movements of his hands, he can make countless people unable to straighten their backs.
There are three million sword immortals in the world, but they still have to lower their eyebrows when they see me!
"We agreed back then that we were not allowed to set foot on the mainland!"
"You committed a foul!"
He said casually, but it made all the demon saints around him extremely wary.
"No matter what the outcome of today's bet is, this clone cannot be kept! If there is any violation, I will go and get it myself!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole house was in an uproar!
Facing the three invincible demon saint clones, he actually turned a blind eye!
Teach the saint to destroy his own clone with just one word!
This clone belongs to the soul. If it is cut off here, it will take who knows how many years to repair it.
Is this the style of the era of repression?
The faces of all the demon saints were pale. Looking at the inconspicuous figure that they dared not ignore even to death, they wanted to retort and save their face, but the fear of death in their hearts made them only respond silently.
No one came forward to refute!
"Qin Haoran... you are not qualified to make decisions on behalf of our entire human race!" The elder of Taixuan Holy Land didn't know where his tendon was cramping. In this situation where the whole audience was silent, he suddenly took up the courage and shouted.
Speak up!
"Watch carefully!" Qin Haoran ignored him and just glanced sideways slightly. The sword intent in his eyes soared into the sky, as if the world had reopened and the sun and moon suddenly disappeared.
Whoosh!
The elder's head fell to the ground immediately, and the sword flash was so fast that he didn't even feel any pain.
"Don't die after watching this!"
The whole place was in an uproar!
They suddenly remembered a saying that has been circulated for a long time - monks in the world are of the same level, and Qin Haoran is of his own!
The dust has settled on what happened in the Yaoguang Holy Land, and the war is raging in the secret hall.
These ten people are not weak hands, they are all elites who have been immersed in the peak realm of King Wu for many years.
The understanding of the laws of King Wu's realm can be said to have reached its limit.
I thought that ten people besieging a boy from the seventh level of King Wu would definitely be able to capture him, but he didn't expect that he was still unable to capture him.
Qin Yu looked at the figures around him with a calm expression.
Their offensive looked extremely ferocious, their moves were aimed at vital points, and their splendor continued to shine, making them look very dazzling.
But in fact, only they themselves know, from beginning to end, within such a long time.
They didn't even touch the young man in front of them, even if it was just a corner of his clothes!
At first, they were able to rely on their numerical advantage to force Qin Yu to fight head-on with several moves, but as time went on, they became more surprised to find out.
Each of their movements, magical powers, and moves were no secret in the eyes of the young man in front of him.
Qin Yu seems to have a pair of celestial eyes, and he can often predict things before they arrive, and take countermeasures before their divine power arrives.
In the end, their attack can be completely neutralized with just a few steps!
This series of processes only takes a few breaths!
"What kind of monster is this?" The group of people shouted wildly in their hearts.
"A bunch of trash can't take down a monk from the seventh level of the Martial King after taking so long!" Beside the man holding the feather fan, the tall man with a cultivation level of Martial King snorted coldly and urged: