Chapter 107: The King of the Great Teachings Stains with Blood

  From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to successfully cultivate the Panhuang Divine Vein. The Heavenly Deficiency is a heavenly wound, and even someone as powerful as the Great Emperor would find it difficult to make up for it. But now, there is someone standing in front of them, in the realm of Mingxiu, who is brutally beating a king to death with his fists, each punch containing a terrifying force that shocks the minds of the other four people present.

  "The Pan Huang divine pulse is born, and I'm afraid the world will be stained with blood. The human race is in great danger." Qian Bo Guang suddenly sighed, his face no longer having that sly look, everyone thought he had become serious, but thinking carefully, his words were absolutely right.

  But soon after, he said to Huayang Furen: "Madam, come with me. If you stay in the Great Church, there may be a danger of falling."

  "Hmph!" The other three spat out a mouthful of blood, Qian Bo Guang's temperament was probably changed forever. Lady Huayang was so angry that her whole body trembled with rage, and the terrifying aura made her want to chop Qian Bo Guang into pieces.

  "He must be killed, if he is allowed to become a Dao, or go further, I'm afraid no one can stop him, not only the human race, but also the demon race will have great difficulties." The face of King Xingling, that demonic man, was full of gloom.

  "Haha, this is your sect's grudge, what does it have to do with us? We Four Great Thieves haven't killed a single Panhuang Godly Vein, nor have we done anything that would harm the heavens and the good. On the contrary, your sect has been pretending to be noble and righteous since its establishment, yet you've killed countless Panhuang Godly Veins." Qian Bao Guang said with disdain.

  "You... " Xīn Líng Wáng's vital energy was stifled, but he had already secretly made up his mind. Not only would it be a great calamity in the future, but even now, killing Pán Huáng's divine bloodline would bring unimaginable benefits. Who wouldn't be tempted by the aura of the mysterious and powerful?

  "King Peacock, what about you? The feather fan in his hand is absolutely the Five Spirits Divine Light Feather Refining of your Peacock clan. It was he who pulled out your son's tail feathers that day. Such a great humiliation, and you won't take action?" said King Xinling.

  But the Peacock King looked at the two in the sky and shook his head, apparently not intending to take action. The Prince of Xinling secretly scolded the old fox, but did not persuade him, instead asking Huayang Madame: "Huayang, now only you and I have common interests, and only your strength is preserved intact, are you going to take action?"

  Upon hearing this, Huayang Madame, who was hiding in the fog, also shook her head, apparently not agreeing. This time, Prince Xinling had no choice but to remain silent.

  Ten thousand swords dyed his body with blood, disheveled and unkempt. The king of a great sect had never been so humiliated before. He was truly like a tiger fallen into the plains, a dragon swimming in shallow waters. Especially when Qin Hao's terrifying fist struck him, the force was as if a divine weapon had hit his body, and just his physical body was already so frightening. Moreover, that aura of blood and energy radiated around him, making his very soul tremble with fear, not to mention the lingering effects of the mortal extreme light.

  If a god were to engage in out-of-body combat, it would likely be immediately corroded, resulting in irreparable damage.

  "Unexpectedly, you are actually the Panhuang Divine Pulse, the Panhuang Divine Pulse!" Wan Jianyi finally understood why Qin Hao could survive under this mortal extreme light, because he had a great aura, an aura of Xuan Huang with purple, which was enough to withstand disasters.

  "Bang" Qin Hao's fist slammed into his head again, a massive surge of energy bursting into his spiritual core: "You should have understood earlier."

  "It's useless, your Qi and blood can't break through the Divine Vault." Wan Jian said, urging his divine spirit, the Divine Vault transformed into a world of swords, bringing up endless sharp edges, attacking everything. Qin Hao's Qi and blood power, every time it attacked, was turned into nothingness, Wan Jian's good divine spirit seemed like a sharp sword, guarding the Divine Vault with Wan Jian.

  "Then I'll shatter this layer of dog skin." Qin Hao sneered, and the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan reappeared in his hand, with a vast amount of energy pouring into it, sensing that powerful dark momentum.

  He waved the divine light fan, and that dark momentum covered the sky and obscured the sun. The terrifying demon eyes flashed again. Qin Hao couldn't care about so much anymore. Even if the Peacock King came again, he would use it. With a loud noise, his blood was stimulated to its limit. Within a hundred miles, the daytime turned into darkness, without a single ray of light. The deep demon eyes wanted to devour everything.

  "The Great Darkness... Devouring the Magic Eye!!!!"Wanjianyi was truly terrified, enveloped by this vast and mighty darkness. He felt like a child locked in a small black room, unable to see his own hand in front of him, even his divine eye had no effect. He felt lonely, fearful, as if at any moment a hand could reach out from the surrounding darkness and devour him.

  "This terrifying dark momentum, although it can't be compared to my Devouring Gourd, its power is absolutely enough to kill an ordinary Overlord." Qian Bao Guang swallowed his saliva and said: "Peacock, this terror is comparable to the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan, the great emperor's sacred artifact of your Peacock clan."

  "How is this possible? This fan, although powerful, doesn't have a special technique to control it, and can't even exert its maximum power. If I'm not mistaken, this is just an ultimate weapon, one of the nine great momentum ultimate weapons. If controlled by my Peacock Clan's Nine Phoenix Divine Technique, it would be twice as effective. However, compared to our clan's Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan, it's far inferior." The Peacock King said, he was a giant among the Peacock Clan, and had naturally seen the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan before. The fan in Qin Hao's hand was far too different from the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan.

  "How did he refine the nine major trends into one?" Madame Huayang asked, and perhaps what they found most strange was this.

  "The nine major trends of earth, fire, water, wind, wood, gold, thunder, light and darkness are contained in his fan. The most fragile ones should be the trend of wind and thunder." Peacock King explained that he knew a lot about the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan, the great emperor's sacred instrument of the Peacock clan. He had a special feeling for the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan and could see that the most fragile ones were the trend of wind and thunder. The trend of wind was forcibly combined later, while the trend of thunder was too weak and small to be refined, and someone had supplemented it to form a cycle.

  "If I'm not mistaken, this is at least a semi-emperor's sacred king who can refine it. The veins and lines in here are perfectly carved, even if the overall trend is weak, it can still circulate." Kongque Wang concluded.

  "Half-step Great Emperor......" Several people were stunned, this world has no Great Emperor, but as long as they are related to the Great Emperor, they are terrifying existences that almost no one can stop.

  In the darkness, ten thousand swords were occasionally roaring, he couldn't even feel the arrival of danger, but he knew that there was danger everywhere.

  "Get out!" Wan Jian shouted loudly, his mind was about to collapse, he couldn't hear any sound, everything was dark, just because Qin Hao had isolated him.

  "You will be the first king to be beheaded under the Nine Dragon God's fan." Qin Hao's sudden appearance of his magic eye finally reached its extreme, he stepped on empty air and directly fanned down, his magic eye transformed into a black giant ball, like a giant beast that swallowed everything, opening its big mouth, covering all the swords.

  "Wan Jianyi finally couldn't help it, and the three divine spirits emerged from his body. One of them contained a terrifying power, that was the benevolent god who had just survived a disaster."

  "It was you who forced me." The benevolent god's spirit, holding the sacred sword, came attacking with a single sword stroke, and thousands of swords danced, filling the air with a terrifying sword aura that illuminated all directions.

  "It's useless, the Great Dark Trend, the Devil's Eye devours." Qin Hao roared again, once more using Xiao Meng's power to urge on the Great Dark Trend, and the terrifying Devil's Eye expanded once more.

  "Hum hum hum" Ten thousand sword auras burst into the Devouring Demon Eye, Qin Hao held the Divine Light Fan, and within the fan was a rolling dark tide that devoured everything.

  "Ah........." Wan Jian was terrified, he deployed the benevolent spirit that had survived the disaster, but Qin Hao couldn't be hurt. As the demonic eye swallowed him up, he could only choose to leave, even if it meant being seriously injured. However, the dark forces had already locked everything down, everything was darkness, everything was devouring, and he had nowhere to hide.

  "I'll haunt you till the end of time, and even as a malevolent spirit for eternity, I'll curse you to a miserable death." Wan Jian let out one final, mournful wail.

  "Wait and see." Qin Hao once again urged his divine power, the entire Devouring Demon Eye transformed into a point, falling into his hand, the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan was also put away, leaving only Xiaomeng's affairs, he just needed to take care of devouring it.

  "I'm not dead..." In the magical eye of Jiulong Shen Guang, Wan Jian's whole body was covered in cold sweat. He found that he hadn't died, but had been swallowed into another world instead. He immediately thought that this must be the world within Qin Hao's fan, and this world hadn't even formed a true cycle yet.

  "Old cow nose, comfortable and at ease." Suddenly a voice came, and a small Meng in palace attire appeared. She held a cluster of purple energy in her hand, and with just a slight movement, the dark momentum stopped immediately.

  "Who are you......" Wan Jianyi felt a little fearful, he found that the woman in her hand was holding a purple gas, but the girl did not answer him. The next moment, this purple gas suddenly entered his body, and he was stunned. Purple gas, auspicious thing, he thought to himself, could it be that this woman is his savior?

  But he immediately vetoed the idea, because his body suddenly began to melt, as if it was going to return to its origin. Even his divine spirit couldn't resist and tried to escape, but the great trend of darkness had to retreat in front of the purple energy. His life-bound weapon, the holy sword, also trembled with fear.

  Suddenly he thought of something, looking at this woman, his face was full of shock: "You are a Saint Tribe..."

  But before he could finish speaking, everything returned to calmness, his divine powers all transformed into himself, and his essence, blood, and spirit all returned to their origins. The king of a great sect, a giant among men, fell just like that.

  At this time, the outside world restored its brightness again. Qin Hao put away the Jiulong Shen Guang fan and fell to the bottom. Xiao Meng immediately struck the purple gas into Qin Hao's hollow body. In an instant, he was once again full of red light.

  But at this moment, King Xinling moved, holding a square sky painting halberd, and a terrifying aura was transmitted from it, attacking Qin Hao: "Now you've consumed so much, let's see how you can still rival me."

  King Peacock and several others were shocked, King Xinling was indeed a deep schemer, taking action when Qin Hao was at his weakest, almost 100% certain to take the life of this Emperor's Divine Pulse.

  "Another one to send to death." Qin Hao shook his head, the Jiulong Shen Guang fan reappeared in his hand, and almost without hesitation, he urged the great momentum of gold inside...