Peerless Divine Emperor

When the God of Death slaughtered the illusion field with the body of the seventh level of Yuanhuang, he slaughtered nearly half of the people alone. No one could withstand his strength wherever he went.

And at this moment, it seems that there is another person who can be compared with the God of Death, and even stronger than the God of Death. How can they not be shocked.

"No wonder Peng Jing was eliminated so early. I'm afraid he collided with this person too early." Someone whispered in a shocked tone.

After this person reminded them, many people suddenly showed a look of sudden enlightenment, as if everything was solved. If this is true, then it can be explained.

Even if Peng Jing is the blood of a saint, it is understandable that he was defeated when he met such a peerless evil figure.

Among those who were defeated by the God of Death, there were also many extremely outstanding people, but what was the result?

Their brilliance was all covered by the God of Death, and they became 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 Fantasy Killing Field stared at Qin Xuan with a trace of awe in their eyes.

They witnessed what happened in the Fantasy Killing Field with their own eyes. Qin Xuan actually only experienced a few battles and did not massacre as large as the God of Death, so they did not connect the two at the time, but at this moment, they heard the discussion of others, and their hearts trembled slightly.

The God of Death cultivates the ruthless way, kills decisively, and acts according to his heart. Those who follow him will prosper, and those who go against him will perish. He does not care about the lives of others.

Qin Xuan is different. He has a kind heart and does not have such a murderous spirit, but he still does the same thing as the God of Death, and even to some extent, he does better than the God of Death.

A bold idea came to their minds. If Qin Xuan also practices the way of killing, can he do the same shocking thing as the God of Death?

The answer is unknown. After all, everything cannot be repeated, unless Qin Xuan enters the Fantasy Killing Field again and imitates the God of Death, but this is obviously unlikely.

In a corner of the crowd, a man stared at Qin Xuan with slightly cold eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. This person was Qiao Cheng.

"Death?" Qiao Cheng raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: "Wait, you will see the Death God soon."

After saying this, he quietly left the Fantasy Killing Field without attracting anyone's attention.

Qin Xuan looked around the crowd, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Qiao Cheng had mentioned before that in addition to the Fantasy Killing Field, Wangtianque also had the Hundred Battlefields and the Thousand Snow Court. The Thousand Snow Court could not be entered without an invitation, and only the Hundred Battlefields could be visited.

Qin Xuan walked through the crowd, and many people automatically made way for him. They looked at him with curiosity. This person was quite handsome and had an outstanding temperament. He naturally exuded a temperament beyond ordinary people. I don't know what kind of person he is.

After leaving the Fantasy Killing Field, Qin Xuan found someone to ask about the direction of the Hundred Battlefields, and then walked over according to the instructions.

However, before he had walked for long, Qin Xuan suddenly stopped, frowning, and vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"Your perception is very sensitive."

At this moment, a voice came into Qin Xuan's mind, and Qin Xuan's expression suddenly stagnated. Then he felt a huge terrifying force gushing out from the void, pressing on him like a huge wave, making his bones creak 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 be transmitted, but even people passing by might not know what was happening inside.

The person who took action was very powerful.

Qin Xuan's face suddenly became ugly, and countless thoughts flashed through his brain in an instant. The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he said in a cold voice: "Are all the people of the Six-winged Purple Gold Peng 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, and there was a whistling sound beside his ears. He was flying away from the previous position at a high speed. The person who attacked secretly seemed to want to take him to another place.

"Where are you taking me?" Qin Xuan asked again, but he was thinking about how to escape.

But the result was still the same, there was no response.

The man seemed to have disappeared, but the space was still moving forward. Qin Xuan knew that the man had always been there, but just didn't want to answer him.

Qin Xuan's mind quickly calmed down. The person who attacked must be an emperor, and his strength was very terrible. It was very unlikely that he could escape from his hands.

He could have killed himself without anyone noticing, and even didn't let others know, but he didn't. There must be a reason for this.

Just as Qin Xuan was thinking, a strong shock force suddenly surged from the front and bombarded him, causing Qin Xuan to groan, but his eyes showed a strange color, and the space stopped.

"Have we arrived yet?" Qin Xuan thought to himself. He was wrapped in the power of that person and could not see the outside world, so he did not know what was happening outside.

Cen Hao looked forward with deep eyes. There stood a slender figure with his back to him, wearing a snow-white robe with pieces of flying snow patterns embroidered on it. There were no details on how many pieces, giving people a sense of indifference and arrogance.

There was no breath emanating from that person. He was there, but he seemed to be absent. It seemed that he had reached a very harmonious state with the world, giving people a feeling of unfathomable depth.

When Cen Hao saw what this person was wearing, he stopped, with 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. However, each of them is extremely strong. Their lowest cultivation level is at the middle-level emperor level, and most of them are at the high-level emperor level and the great emperor level.

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 didn't have much 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 as 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 and obviously knew 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 Field and the Hundred Battlefields. .

On the surface, Qianxueting is independent of the Phantom Killing Field and Hundred 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. .

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 was really unnecessary.

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 from Qian Xueting knew what happened in the Phantom Killing Field and knew that they could attack it, so they sent people over immediately.

"Qian Xueting has always been independent from everything and has never asked about the grievances of major forces. Why do you want to interfere in this matter today?" Cen Hao said lightly and sent 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 Reng tribe entered the illusory killing field at the same time. Only one person entered the top ten because of the mercy of others, so he 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.

He was even thinking at this moment, was the phantom killing field 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 he will show his respect." Cen Hao cupped his fists towards the middle-aged man in white robes, and his tone became much gentler. He comes from Qianxueting, and Qianxueting-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 he wants from Qian Xueting be given up to someone else?

"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 boy 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. He knew that he could no longer take people back to die.

"Take him away." Cen Hao waved his hand, releasing the shackles of space, and then disappeared from the spot.