Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Storm is Coming

After leaving the Hehuan Sect, Qin Hao did not choose to return to the sect immediately, but came to the top of a deserted mountain range and sat down.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and began to recite the runic meaning of the killing intent amplification technique he had obtained from the ruins of the Heavenly Killing Valley a few days ago.

At the same time, a killing intent that was not weaker than the previous one diffused from his body in vain, directly making the air around him cold.

This state lasted for a long time before Qin Hao's eyes slowly opened.

"It really worked. Qin Hao said slowly.

Just now, he had an excess of killing intent, so he thought of some of the mysteries of this technique, and then he cultivated it, and now he has reached the beginning of the use of the killing intent amplification technique, which can be said to be a big step, you must know that he has tried in the Heavenly Killing Valley for a long time, but there has been no progress.

After trying to cultivate for a while, he finally applied the killing intent increase to the Xiaocheng realm, which could be blessed on the divine soul.

After resting for a while, he released his spiritual power to summon the Frost Wolf, and then once again urged the Killing Intent Amplification method to be blessed on the Frost Wolf.

I saw that the aura of the Frost Giant Wolf rose rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it reached a point comparable to the early stage of the Life and Death Realm, and with the blessing of its own rank, it already had a strength comparable to the consummation of the early stage of the Life and Death Realm.

"I don't know if cultivating the killing intent increase to perfection will be able to bring the realm of the Frost Warrior Wolf to the peak of the early stage of the realm of life and death. Qin Hao said to himself, if he could really reach the peak, then the Frost Wolf should be able to have a strength comparable to the middle stage of the Life and Death Realm.

However, there are no extra energy points now, so this idea can only be put aside for the time being.

"Hey, this power point is really getting more and more insufficient, if it weren't for this lack of capacity, I should still have 4 million energy points. He sighed.

Thinking that after killing Liu Haowei and Chu Tianyuan, he only got 2 million energy points, he felt that he was losing blood, and now he was in trouble with the Hehuan Sect, which made him a little anxious.

After all, with Liu Mengyao's prodigal charm, it is not lower than the top ten beauties in the Heavenly Desolate Domain, and if he takes the initiative to send it to the door, there is that old pervert who can resist it, which is also what worries him the most.

However, he also has his own confidence, as well as the two hole cards of rage and brute force, if he uses rage, he should be able to compare with the middle of life and death now, as long as he is forced to hurry, who lives and who dies is not certain.

At this time, he didn't know that the intuition was already sunset, and he also hurried back to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

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The ninth place in the Heavenly Desolate Domain Sect Rankings, where the Tianhe Sect is located, in a high-level spirit gathering array, a fat man is sullen at this time, it is Yuan Fat who was separated from Qin Hao a few days ago.

"Daddy is not right, there are good people in the Demon Sect, Brother Qin Hao is!" Yuan Pang muttered to himself, since he left Qin Hao with fear that day, he was extremely confused.

No matter how bad you think, Qin Hao is not a demon, not only saved him twice, but also let him cultivate in the sudden body fluid pool, and even persuaded him to retire for the sake of his safety.

"I really misunderstood him, no. I have to bring Sister Ling'er to see him as soon as possible, and maybe I can redeem it!" Yuan Pang thought of this, and immediately ran into another spirit gathering array.

Where, there is a beautiful figure who is meditating with his eyes closed, wearing a goose-yellow dress, long hair is scattered, and his figure is extremely perfect, it is Yuan Ling'er, who is the sixth on the beauty list.

"Little fatty, why don't you cultivate, and suddenly come to my sister?" At this time, Yuan Ling'er also sensed Yuan Pang's arrival, slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and chuckled.

"Sister Ling'er, tell you something... . . ." For a while, Yuan Pang was gushing endlessly, telling all the things about the ruins of the Heavenly Killing Valley.

"Oh, there is such a strange man in the Demon Sect?" said Yuan Ling'er after listening to it, her delicate red lips pursed lightly.

"Yes, Sister Ling'er, you can't miss this opportunity, after all, you are old. . . " Yuan Pang said halfway and stopped suddenly.

"Hmm, what's my sister's age?" Yuan Ling'er raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this.

"The age is about the same as Brother Qin Hao, very compatible!" Yuan Pang saw this, and immediately said wittily.

"Yes, you're getting smarter. When Yuan Ling'er heard this, she also smiled lightly and pulled Yuan Fat's fat face.

How to say it, it sounds like she is twenty-two years old like Qin Hao, of course she is much more comfortable, you know, she is already twenty-eight years old, and she will step into the ranks of thirty-one flowers in two years.

"At the age of twenty-two, he has reached the consummation of the late stage of the Nirvana Realm, and at the same time, he has cultivated his spiritual power, looking at the history of the Heavenly Desolate Domain, he can also be regarded as a demonic figure, but unfortunately he is the leader of the Demon Sect. Then, Yuan Ling'er sighed lightly.

"Sister Ling'er, you can't be prejudiced against the Demon Sect, he is really a good person. Yuan said. .

"Knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing their hearts, Chubby, you still don't see much of the outside world, but you will understand it later, everything he has done is actually just to have a relationship with Tianhe Sect, not sincerely. Yuan Ling'er taught him.

"I don't listen, I don't listen!" As soon as Yuan Pang was educated, he immediately turned around and ran out.

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In the Hehuan Sect, on a high-end big bed, Liu Mengyao could be described as pitiful at this time, with her head resting on the chest of an old man of sixty or seventy years old.

"Old Song, you must be the master of the slave family, I originally wanted to find you a fresh and tender to play with, but I didn't expect to be so humiliated. Woo woo . . . " Liu Mengyao cried.

"Hmm. Don't worry, no matter how you say that you are a woman in this seat, I will definitely not let you be wronged in vain, within three days, I will go to the Heavenly Demon Sect to get his dog's head!"

"Old Song, you just need to seal his cultivation and bring it to the slave family here, and then the slave family will let him survive and not die. Liu Mengyao said.

"Okay, everything depends on you, but you have to rely on me first!" Song Lao Se smiled.

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In the meeting hall of the Demon Demon Sect, several figures with strong aura had gathered at this time.

"Elder Shentu was killed by Qin Hao, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and in addition, he also forcibly broke into King Xiao's palace, causing a catastrophe of life and death, and finally succeeded. A middle-aged man said.

"When I was in the Tianbao Chamber of Commerce, I saw that his life breath seemed to be only thirty years old, and now he has reached the early stage of life and death, if he doesn't get rid of it as soon as possible, I'm afraid that in a few years, he will come to my Demon Demon Sect to take revenge!"

"Well, I know, Elder Hu Tong, you and Elder Huang Sheng will go to destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect in the past three days, so as not to have too many dreams at night. Among them, the man at the head said slowly.

"It's the Sect Master!" the two people who were named said almost in unison.

The realm of these two people is both in the realm of life and death.

For a while, the Heavenly Demon Sect could be said to be about to come in a storm.

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