Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"He really won the first place in the Nine Netherworlds Tongtian Conference!"

A voice full of shock and disbelief slowly sounded around the big arena.

The first domain, the first place in the Nine Netherworlds Tongtian Conference, all the saints gathered, but in the end, it was Hunyuan who won.

It's incredible!

On the big arena, Qin Hao was stained with blood, and the method of borrowing the time of heaven was faintly dissipated.

Qin Hao's body, many cracks, at this moment, all had immortal blood spreading out.

It seemed that his body was about to be torn into pieces.

Qin Hao's body was constantly shaking. Borrowing the time of heaven was a forbidden method after all. Thinking back to the battle of Qin Xuan Taidao Holy Mountain, it had even affected the origin. Although Qin Hao had not affected the origin, he was not far from the collapse of his body.

At this moment, Qin Hao roared, and the shrouds on his arms slowly stretched out and spread to Qin Hao's body.

The shroud was tightly wrapped around Qin Hao's body, almost covering his neck.

At this point, Qin Hao's horrible injuries were relieved.

He used the shroud, the thing of the Great Emperor, to suppress his injuries to prevent his body from breaking apart.

"Damn it!"

In the Jiuyou Imperial Palace, Jiuyou Mingkong's fists suddenly shook, full of anger.

The scene he least wanted to see appeared in front of him.

He stared at the Saint Minghong with his eyes, and couldn't help but cursed him as a waste in his heart.

At this moment, Jiuyou Mingkong's eyes paused, and his lips and teeth seemed to move slightly.

In the pavilion, Qin Xuan, who had been refining the imperial medicine, suddenly opened his eyes and his ears moved faintly.

"Looking for death!"

Qin Xuan uttered these two words lightly, as if he had heard something.

On the stage, Saint Minghong also looked pale.

He seemed a little lost. A saint who had just entered the second level of sainthood actually lost to an immortal.

Moreover, it was in this Jiuyou Tongtian Conference, with all the people watching.

Humiliation, regret, unwillingness, anger...

At this moment, Saint Minghong's mind was in a mess.

At this moment, a slow voice sounded in Saint Minghong's ears.

"Qin Hao is now seriously injured. With your strength, you can destroy him with one blow!"

"Kill him and break the rules of the Jiuyou Conference. I will help you solve other troubles!"

"Moreover, I will help you become the first, and the imperial medicine will belong to you!"

The faint words shook Saint Minghong's body in an instant.

His residual light eyes swept towards the direction of the Jiuyou Imperial Palace. Minghong naturally heard who this voice came from.

Half-Emperor, Jiuyou Mingkong!

Saint Minghong's eyes flickered at this moment.

If he were to destroy Qin Hao at this moment, he would be condemned by all living beings in the underworld.

But that was the imperial medicine, and he was the first in the Nine Nether Tongtian Conference.

With Nine Nether Mingkong, this would not be a lie. A half-emperor of the imperial clan was backing him up, so what if all living beings were condemned?

Saint Minghong's eyes fell on Qin Hao, who had a weak breath and suffered a backlash after performing a secret method.

Qin Hao was now trembling even when he stood, as if he was enduring endless pain.

"Haotian Immortal Venerable!"

Saint Minghong suddenly spoke, and these four words were slowly heard on the big stage.

Qin Hao was slightly startled, and he looked up.

In an instant, Qin Hao's pupils condensed to the extreme.

A black sword suddenly rose up, as if to send him back to the underworld.

At this moment, Saint Minghong almost used up all his strength, without reservation.

"I'm sorry!"

The voice of Saint Minghong, word by word, entered Qin Hao's ears.

"How dare you!"

The sentient beings and saints around the arena suddenly reacted at this moment, their faces full of anger.

In this Jiuyou Tongtian Conference, Minghong had already lost, and the outcome was already decided. He dared to sneak attack and wanted to kill Haotian Immortal Venerable!

Shameless!

Damn it!

In the eyes of everyone, the ink sword fell in front of Qin Hao.

It suddenly froze three inches in front of Qin Hao.

The space was like a shield, stacked up, with nine layers.

It seemed that there were nine layers of space that blocked everything for Qin Hao.

The ink sword, slashed on it, only broke two layers, and then froze in the air.

"What!?"

Saint Minghong, Jiuyou Mingkong, including the sentient beings watching around, all changed their colors.

Including Qin Hao, they all looked incredible.

He looked at the law that suddenly appeared in front of him. This was a holy law, and it was extremely mysterious.

Immediately, the space behind the Minghong Saint was slowly torn apart.

A figure in a black robe walked out from it.

On the black robe, there was a bronze dragon face and a pair of scarlet eyes, which made him look like a demon.

Jiang Bowen looked at the Minghong Saint quietly.

He was ordered to come here to protect the son of the Qing Emperor from winning the first place in the Jiuyou Tongtian Conference to avoid accidents.

But he never thought that this accident would actually happen.Born.

Saint Minghong, a saint who had entered the second level of sainthood, actually risked the world's disapproval and the wrath of the powerful men in the underworld to sneak attack Qin Hao and kill Qin Hao here.

Under the bronze dragon face, Jiang Bowen raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was contemptuous and laughing.

Laughing at the ignorance of Saint Minghong, laughing at Saint Minghong's ignorance of life and death.

"Die!"

Jiang Bowen only uttered two words, and his voice, through the bronze dragon face, seemed like the cry of a dying person.

In an instant, a gun appeared in his hand, and suddenly, this gun shook violently.

Emperor's Law, Wugui Emperor's Gun!

The gun came out, as if it disappeared completely in an instant, and 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 an inch away, making Qin Hao even forget the pain in his body at this moment, and stared in amazement.

Saint Minghong, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the dragon face, Jiang Bowen under the black robe, with disbelief on his face.

"Enter the sainthood, the second level!?"

Before dying, he only uttered these five words.

The next moment, the spear shook, and his saintly body was directly taken under the black robe by Jiang Bowen.

The sudden change made all the creatures almost unable to react.

Jiang Bowen glanced at Qin Hao, and then he tore this space and disappeared here.

"My God, who is this man with a black robe and dragon face!?"

"Is he intentionally protecting Qin Hao? Or has he long anticipated that Saint Minghong has ill intentions!"

"That shot is definitely a full-strength attack from the second level of the Sainthood. Not to mention that Saint Minghong was seriously injured, even if he was not injured, he might not be able to block it easily!"

"I don't seem to have heard of this person before. Who is he?"

Voices rang out one after another, spreading throughout the Nine Nether Tongtian Conference.

Even Qin Hao was at a loss, but he seemed to have thought of something.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but suddenly woke up in his heart.

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, what secrets do you have!?"

Without taking action, a creature at least at the second level of the Sainthood appeared. Luo Heitian didn't need to think, and he knew that the black robe and dragon face was related to Qin Xuan.

Qin Hao is not worthy of the close protection of a saint who has entered the second level of sainthood.

"However, although Qin Hao won the first place in the Nine Nether Tongtian Conference, the good show has just begun!"

"The imperial family is much more difficult than the Nine Nether Tongtian Conference!"

Luo Heitian's mouth corner suddenly raised, "I do have a little expectation. Facing the Jiuyou family, how will you, father and son, do?"